You're not the only one refusing to back down
Characters: tic-tech-turtle and erhabenheit [CLOSED]
Location: Deck 4, Carnival
Date: Present, Wednesday night
Rating: PG13 for violence and swearing
Bass needed to hurt something.
On one hand, he was practically gleeful that he'd upset so many people without even doing anything. He was also satisfied to see that he'd gotten away with it; one could terrorize a passenger -even harm a passenger- without laying a harmful finger on them. That Captain had to operate by his own set of rules, whether because he didn't care otherwise or because he had to, but it didn't matter. There were loopholes, and Bass so loved exploiting loopholes.
On the other hand, he was pissed. He didn't even touch the damn thing -saved its life, as a matter of fact- and it was his blood people were out for? Either Michelangelo had spun them some pathetic story, or it was the same old bullshit from back home. The good guy is the good guy, and even if he's the one that fucks up everyone will take his side. Michelangelo probably could have pushed him overboard and nobody but the Captain would have cared. You break a toy and say some nasty words, and all of a sudden it's okay to fly at a guy and punch him. And then when Bass decides to retaliate -which could have been easily avoided if the turtle was a decent ninja like they all claimed to be- he's suddenly the asshole, the coward.
Please.
It was fucking double standards, that's what it was. He got the flak just because he wasn't a sugar-coated doormat.
Fuck them, Bass didn't need them anyway. Mimmi and Oleg didn't mind his company, so what did he care about the rest of the ship and their "loyalty" to that retarded excuse for a turtle? It wouldn't last long. Nobody ever stuck around for long. In a year or so, they'd have abandoned him for something else more interesting anyway.
So he tossed his comm aside and headed down to Carnival to take out his aggression. He usually didn't like to harm living things, but as far as he could tell the bears weren't living. Not to mention he could always just tear something up. He wanted trouble, the kind that wasn't looking for him, and he was going to find it.
Location: Deck 4, Carnival
Date: Present, Wednesday night
Rating: PG13 for violence and swearing
Bass needed to hurt something.
On one hand, he was practically gleeful that he'd upset so many people without even doing anything. He was also satisfied to see that he'd gotten away with it; one could terrorize a passenger -even harm a passenger- without laying a harmful finger on them. That Captain had to operate by his own set of rules, whether because he didn't care otherwise or because he had to, but it didn't matter. There were loopholes, and Bass so loved exploiting loopholes.
On the other hand, he was pissed. He didn't even touch the damn thing -saved its life, as a matter of fact- and it was his blood people were out for? Either Michelangelo had spun them some pathetic story, or it was the same old bullshit from back home. The good guy is the good guy, and even if he's the one that fucks up everyone will take his side. Michelangelo probably could have pushed him overboard and nobody but the Captain would have cared. You break a toy and say some nasty words, and all of a sudden it's okay to fly at a guy and punch him. And then when Bass decides to retaliate -which could have been easily avoided if the turtle was a decent ninja like they all claimed to be- he's suddenly the asshole, the coward.
Please.
It was fucking double standards, that's what it was. He got the flak just because he wasn't a sugar-coated doormat.
Fuck them, Bass didn't need them anyway. Mimmi and Oleg didn't mind his company, so what did he care about the rest of the ship and their "loyalty" to that retarded excuse for a turtle? It wouldn't last long. Nobody ever stuck around for long. In a year or so, they'd have abandoned him for something else more interesting anyway.
So he tossed his comm aside and headed down to Carnival to take out his aggression. He usually didn't like to harm living things, but as far as he could tell the bears weren't living. Not to mention he could always just tear something up. He wanted trouble, the kind that wasn't looking for him, and he was going to find it.