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Jul 13, 2019 18:36:31 GMT
Post by buster on Jul 13, 2019 18:36:31 GMT
| | "You're a dead motherfucker. After i finish combing my hair you're a dead mother fucker." | Benny wasn't even aware of what was going on around him. Lady luck was a bitch. She had decided Benny was out of credit and it was time for him to payback all his good times. Sitting on the floor slowly bleeding out of his face; a warm puddle seeped across the metal floor.
Not that you could notice with the sparks flying and the pandemic confusion biting at the chaos all around them. Benny was half conscious. Drifting in and out of the world of dreams. In his head he was on one of Mouse's movie sets with babes all around him telling him what a "big strong man" he was. A power fantasy that his knocked around rattled mind was playing on loop. Where he wished he was instead of where he actually was.
In reality he was being hoisted up by William who was offering him I'm sorries and lending his words to deaf ears. Benny couldn't hear him. Not with a porn star's hand slipping down into his pants in a perferable reality. Benny's head was hung low. His hair flopped around and coverd his face. It was longer than usual. Shoulder length and acented with a goatee. The boys at the lab didn't feel the need to humor his grooming habits and he was a bit shaggy.
Benny could never grow a full beard, but the goatee made him look like a 70's porn star pizza delivery guy fully equipt with bad lines and a cocky swagger. Only here.... Half of his face had been ripped off. Bone twisted out of his cheek and dripped with gutteral carnage. Sinew and flesh clung helplessly by a thread. Deep tissue bruises that would have been hidden below the squishy pink of his cheek were black and horrible with the exposed red meat underneath.
A flap of skin that was the right side of his face, from sliding across the grated floor, peeled back and hung crappily from his jaw. Benny muttered something along the lines of "I got your pizza.... With the extra spicy sausage baby." As he spoke his mouth pooled with blood and spilled over his lower lip staining his shirt. It looked as if someone had tried to fuckstart his face with a cheese grater.
Benny's eyes were half cracked open as William tossed him into Lulu's arms. No one had noticed weather or not he was breathing yet. No one had noticed that half of Benny's face was gone. Benny saw dirt at Lulu's feet and reached out a weak hand with curling fingers. He summoned bits of dirt too his grasp.
It danced and flurished up to his waiting fingertips. Swirling in a quiet storm of gravel and rock. A tiny cyclone that wished to numb the pain away. It wasn't much. He didn't have much strength left in him. He was on the verge of passing out again. He wanted to rub the dirt on his face. To pull the flap of skin back over the exposed red meat and bone and rub dirt around the edges to heal it back together. Some mad hatter's dream in a crazy way he could repair damaged tissue this way. He had never tried it on anything this fucked up before.
Though as the rocks and dirt came aclimbing into his presence, just before it reached his fingertips.... Benny blacked out and the small storm of healing fell back to to the ground as he went limp in Lulu's arms. His head limped back and stared at the sky. The last thing he saw was the whirl of helichopter blades and the sound of his own ending future. .
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Post by buster on Jul 6, 2019 22:12:03 GMT
| | "You're a dead motherfucker. After i finish combing my hair you're a dead mother fucker." | "Come on baby let me give you a dance." Benny looked up annoyed at the tall glass of skim milk. Soft creamy skin that could make a grown man cry. Tits that would make you want to slap your mamma. "Nah doll.... Not tonight." Benny replied. His hair flopped down over his face as his ringed fingers circled the rim of his glass. He had been sitting at this strip club for the last 40 minutes. He was here on business, but business concluded a long time ago.
Sitting by his feet was a duffel. Filled with AK's and semi automatic handguns. Benny never nailed down that whole "responsibility" thing. It was for the club. They had little use for them. Each one of them could do damage on their own, but hardware still sold. Plenty of humans arming up for the big race wars. And Benny didn't really give two shits if humans used these things on other mutants. As long as their money spent.
"This dance is on me baby." She pleaded. Taking Benny's hand she began to lead him back, until he snatched it away. "You deaf? I said piss off!" Benny raised his voice to her, but he would never slug a woman. It went against the grain of everything he believed in. What the club believed in. It was enough however to get the attention of the bouncer....
"Time to go little man." A deep brooding voice spoke up from behind him. Benny casually looked over his shoulder. The dancer looked worried and she did the right thing in getting the fuck out of there. Benny didn't actually turn around, but looking over his shoulder he spoke calmly and casually. "Get your hand. Off....My fucking shoulder. Or find out what it feels like to swallow it." The laughing reaper on the back of Benny's leather jacket said he was bad news. The words Fool's Dice stitched across the patch, with the words "Life's a Gamble." Subtly reminding this asshole that his chances were 50/50.
"Let's go clown." The bouncer urged and squeezed tightly on Benny's shoulder. "Alright. Alright." Benny replied standing up and complying. Benny stood up slowly and just when the bouncer thought he was going to get his way Benny swung a chair into his face. It shattered. The hard corner of the chair leg broke a cheek bone and splintered off. Benny was half drunk and done with people telling him what to do. Benny began to stomp and kick the massive man. Like he didn't realize there was a huge size difference or just didn't give a shit. "LIKE THAT ASSHOLE?!? YOU'RE GOING TO BE DANCING ON THE STAGE NEXT WHEN I MAKE YOU MY BITCH!"
Benny was enraged. Too enraged to see the other bouncers swarming him. They collectively kicked the fucking shit of out of him. One guy holding each arm while a third took his sweet time landing punches to his ribs and jaw. The first punch snapped Benny's head to the side. "Dam... I hope your insurance covers this..." Benny laughed. It earned him another punch to the ribs. "You assholes are dead." Another punch made him gasp for air. He cocked his fist for a third but Benny kicked him in the face. "Fuck you chickenshit!" He dared.
There was no arguing with a flapjack across the back of the skull though. Benny's unconcious body was tossed out into the alley. Into the rain. He slumped against a dumpster. Bloodied, beaten and a tear in his favorite Haiwiian shirt. When he came too, the guns were gone. Of course they were fucking gone. Someone saw an oppurtunity. Benny just lost a lot of money for the club. That was a club approved buy. Fuck.
Everyone was busy with the whole change in leadership deal. No one was really pressuring him for the hardware right away.
Benny wiped the blood off his lip and pushed himself to his feet. Stumbling out of the alley he managed somehow to make it to his car and drive home. Kicking himself the whole way home he knew he had to come up with more guns from somewhere and he had to steal them. He didn't have the out of pocket cash to pay for them himself. "SON OF A BITCH!" He screamed punching the steering wheel. On the passenger seat his phone lit up. UNKNOWN NUMBER. Persistent motherfucker aren't you? He thought glancing at his phone and promptly ignoring it.
It was the 7th missed call tonight. Benny whipped into his parking lot and stumbled up the stairs. Somehow he found a way to get the key in the lock and shove the door open. Meandering into the room he tossed the keys at the table in an underhanded arching throw. They sailed well over the table ad landed somewhere in the kitchen, sliding under the fridge. He didn't care or notice. Benny stripped his jacket away and allowed it to hit the floor. His hot pink, blue and yellow UGLY AS FUCK Hawiian shirt hung deserpately from his scrawny shoulders.
He was burised, black and blue. His hair hung in his eyes and he just looked exhausted. He didn't even notice the stranger on his couch at first. He collapsed into the chair at the table and just sighed. When he finally did notice Crawler on the couch he just stared. His eyes shifted subtly to Bastina. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Just a vacant expression with no real way of knowing what he was thinking. He noticed the wing tips and raised an eyebrow. "Who's your friend?" He asked.
Benny was already spinning wheels on how he could use a patsy to do some of his dirty work. A friendly smile washed over his face. His arm over the back of the chair dangled harmlessly. "You looking for work kid?" He asked. Reaching up his other hand he slicked back his wet hair and waited for the shoe to drop.
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Jun 29, 2019 18:57:08 GMT
Post by buster on Jun 29, 2019 18:57:08 GMT
| | "You're a dead motherfucker. After i finish combing my hair you're a dead mother fucker." | Benny hadn't been in the best of moods. For days he had sat with his dick in his hand itching to make a move, and for days he sat and watched as guards laughed at him. He couldn't even really remember how he had gotten here. One minute he was living it up at a Johnny Rome party and the next.... Well, everyone had bailed early and left Benny to find his own fun. His brand of fun meant trouble and trouble came with all sorts of unfriendly attention.
He just got the attention of the wrong kind of assholes this time. To make matters worse he had to deal with this power dampening shit. He felt sick without his power turned on. Like a literal junkie jonesing for a fix. Maybe he was exaggerating a little bit, but his body had an odd effect under the power dampener. Earth and dirt healed him and being connected to mother earth and it's radiant qualities kept his shit centered. It kept his chi in balance. Now his train of thought was off the tracks and plowing through the city. Derailed and constantly fucking jumbled.
He couldn't even think straight. The power dampener left a consistant droning buzz in his ear. Fill his ear with beeswax and spin him in circles. That was about the jist of it. He was nasueated, ready to throw up.... Every day he felt weaker and he yearned for the simple touch of dirt, but no. These assholes kept him squeaky clean. In his pod cell Benny had a plain white T and some blue pants that resembled hospital scrubs. They didn't allow him shoes or even a comb.... THOSE BASTARDS!
There was a toilet in the corner and a mirror for him to self reflect and shit, but there was nothing beyond the basics. How nice of them to provide a mirror for him take notice of how much like shit he really looked like . The floor was metal grating. Any bad boy behavior would send jolts of electricity into his bare feet. Clever fucks. They thought of everything. The time spent puking his guts out and whispering bits of his plan were the only thing he had to cling to in this festering hellhole. It was sterilized and hyperclean, didn't mean it wasn't a hell hole.
Benny knew that he had to be patient. He had lost 10 pounds since he got here, and he wasn't exactly bulky to begin with. His ribs were showing through the skin. Lean muscle barely clinging to skeletal defiance. He wouldn't give up. Walk right up to me and put a bullet in my fucking head. That's about the only way you're going to beat me. But that was the attitude of most fools. They weren't the lay down and die sort of motherfuckers and they certainly weren't the bow to authority sort of motherfuckers. So what kind of motherfuckers were they might you ask? Well...."Cell pod 262 open!" A voice called out.
Benny looked up from his seated spot on the bed. His toes wiggled slightly against the grated floor that cut his feet. No electricity yet, but it was coming. "On your feet shitheel." The guard sneered. "Where are we going? Oh wait. Don't tell me. Your little sister wants a conjugal visit." The guard was not amused. It got Benny a swift smash to his knee with a club. He doubled over and clutched at his leg. In full view of William, in full view of Hellcat. The pods were see through. It wasn't exactly a secret that he was being abused, but Benny wouldn't shut the fuck up. "Oh dam!" He groaned in pain. Hissing and gritting his teeth through the agony to deliver another shot to the man's family. "Now she'll have to sit on my lap. You fucked up my leg I don't think I can hold her now. She's a big girl."
Benny was grabbed by the shirt and dragged out of the cell. He was tossed roughly into the waiting arms of another guard who wasn't much amused with his schitck either. Benny's attention turned to the new guy in his face. Instantly forgetting about antagonizing the last guy and focusing more on this one. He was an equal opportunity asshole. "Who the fuck are you? My prom date?" He asked while the man pat him down. Protocol was protocol. "Why don't you save third base for the motel 6 after the big dance and go get me some fucking punch. I'm thirsty."
When they were finally on the truck and moving Benny calmed down. He was mostly ignored as William and Hellcat were not the only prisoners on the transport. There were a few others, but no body that Benny really recognized. William's pod was directly across from Benny's Benny glanced at him a few times trying to communicate with his eyes. They were close. They could sometimes read each others moods. Not in a gay way, but if you spend enough time with someone you're bound to pick on some shit ya know. Benny raised an eyebrow with a frown across his face. In a look that said 'So make with the strong man shit.' Even without his abilities William was plenty strong.
He was hoping that Will would over power his guard and give them a chance, but no. The pod door cloosed on William and locked him in and Benny sighed. Fucking seriously. That was there one chance. Benny began to cough. He was feeling sicker by the moment. Not even being outside for 0.2 seconds helped his illness much. Hellcat spoke up and asked when they were going to spring their magnificent plan into action. "Oh....Weeeee're alll over it Kitty Cat." She had introduced herself as Hellcat, but Benny either didn't remember her name or pretended not too. Either way he was an asshole, and either way he found it amusing that she got annoyed by his new nickname for her.
Fools didn't let Fools just get captured. They had to know the club was coming for them, but against a shadowy government agency? Hm... He didn't like his chances. Benny wasn't doubting the clubs's loyalty, but the governement was a bad motherfucker too and he knew that shadowy orginizations like this went under the radar for a reason. Real black ops shit. He didn't get to dwell on his smirk much longer before the whole truck flipped. Benny banged his head on the top of the cell and the trickle of blood made his vision spin out of control. He was limp against the glass door that had popped open and cracked. Sparks from an exposed wire showered little drips of electricity by his arm. It was dangerously close to a ruptured feul line and the unconsious smartass was unconsious.
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May 20, 2019 17:35:15 GMT
Post by buster on May 20, 2019 17:35:15 GMT
Benny's attention was divided when he felt his hand placed down her shirt. The soft warm flesh that resided there was nice and firm. Fun to squeeze. He played around in there a bit before he had to snatch his hand away. Jerking the wheel for a hard left turn. "WOOOO WHOOO WHOOOO!" Benny cried. His phone began to go off again in the passenger's seat cupholder. It was probably some past piece of booty still hung on up on his charm. Benny didn't bother with phone numbers most of the time. Why give a one night stand your phone number, but still there were times when they had found out what it was and man oh man did his phone blow up.
This was not that. This was something else entirely. Something important, and Benny was too busy having the time of his life to pick up the phone. Benny did happen to glance down at his phone and see for the third time some unknown caller was blowing up his phone. Benny slid his finger across the screen. IGNORE. Picking up the phone he slid it into the inside of his jacket pocket. His eyes flicked to Bastina to see if she was having a good time, but through the boozy haze and the weed feuled rush, he assumed she was.
Benny's smile faded as William blew past him on the track in a lambo. Cocky asshole. Benny was no redneck. He didn't really give a shit about a nascar styled stock car or driving it.... Only for the simple fact to say that he did. This one wasn't owned by any nascar driver. It was someone's privately converted car, built to look like one. Johnny had rented the keys from the owner for the night. It would be returned in the morning in one piece....More than likely. Benny rounded the next turn and saw Johnny standing in the middle of the track. He was waiting for him, smoking a cigarette and looking depressingly board. "You want to play chicken asshole?"
Benny said with a sneer. Stomping down harder on the pedal he watched as William raced past Johnny. Johnny continued to stare at Buster's car coming right at him like a dynamo. Buster knew this trick. Bastina had no clue, and that was what was wild about it. Driving straight for Johnny, Benny didn't slow down. Johnny just stared at the car barreling down on him with a shocking lack of interest. "Come on dick, hit me I want you to hit me." Johnny said between puffs. Smoke filled the air around his head as he turned his attention away to flick his cigarette away. When Johnny looked back at Buster the car was plowing right through him. Only Johnny turned into smoke and phased through the car. Resolidifying in the backseat. Ghosting through the potential death and hitching a ride.
"Nice driving asshole. Were you really going to kill me?" Johnny asked leaning up from the backseat. He turned to Bastina and smiled at her. "Hey doll, how's it going?" He asked and turned back to Benny who was looking at him in the rearview mirror. "Like I could ever kill you. Johnny fucking Rome. You crazy bastard you're going to live forever." Johnny laughed. "Not if I don't take Lulu somewhere nice tonight." Benny laughed too. "So you're bailing on the party then?" Johnny thought about it. "No, but the next place we have to go has to be fancy. Once everyone gets a few drinks and loosens up I don't think it'll matter where the fuck we go." Benny asked curiously. "So where ARE we going?"
Johnny reached into the inner pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a flyer, a pamphlet for sky diving lessons. Before Benny had a chance to say shit he ghosted out of the car. Turning ghostly and allowing the car to rip through his ghastly form. Johnny stood on the track standing coincidentally next to Lulu. Looking at her as if she were a long lost love he smiled. "I'm taking you to buy any club you want babe. Right after the boys settle a bet, they got 2 more laps to go. Don't think Buster's going to catch old Ironsides."
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Post by buster on May 19, 2019 1:33:17 GMT
For Benny the party had started a long time ago. He leaned back in his driver's seat with the heady weight of downers coursing through his system. His eyes were half closed as the lull of sleep pulled him back to sweet embraces, but it was Johnny's nagging as voice that snapped his attention. Benny looked over and flipped him off and to liven things up he slid his hand over the exposed knee of Bastina. She had been around for awhile now. Long enough for Benny to catch feelings, get attached. He wasn't usually into that shit but with her.... Something about her just clicked for him.
Maybe it was the way she was damaged. Fucked up, scared like him but he didn't feel like a total piece of shit around her. For once he had stuck his dick out there on the chopping block for someone who wasn't wearing a fool's jacket. His reward was honestly happiness. He wasn't scared shitless looking over his shoulder for Diablo. If that asshole came for him he had the brass and balls to knock him back. Benny didn't care about that. He cared about the sweet little number in the passenger's seat; and cranking the radio up to 11. The music was speed metal. A little loud for his taste but it was waking him up.
Benny never missed a chance for a Johnny Rome party. The honest fucking truth of it was the guys just fired each other up. Daring each other to stupider and stupider heights. Eventually they all split off in their own directions. Found themselves in various "situations." Last time Benny partied with Johnny he woke up in prison. For pissing in a cop car window. With the cop still in it. That was bush league shit. The fact that Benny still had the fucking stupidity to keep coming back only went to show how far this bond of brothers really was. It ran deep. "Alright asshole. I win. You're going to be washing my bedsheets personally for a month. I'll leave some nice stains for you." Benny didn't wait for the word go. Even though Johnny half heartidly with a what the fuck tone; said it after Benny had already peeled off down the speedway.
His hand was still riding up Bastina's knee. Riding higher and higher as his fingers gripped the wheel. The metal music blaring in his temples Bennys eyes were on the track. Speeding around the first turn with proficiency. Never mind the fact that he had already smoked two joints and had 3 shots. His mind was alert and active as he jerked the wheel around the next corner. Hugging the inside track and driving tight curves. Tires spun out and smoke blazed from the rubber on the asphalt. Dream handling. He controlled a car better than most guy's controlled their dicks when they took a leak. Even fucked up Benny was a better driver than William. That's why Benny was the chosen driver for all the clubs high stakes street race tournements. It didn't always happen but 3 times a year around the city check points were set up and the starting line was texted to the drivers the day of so the chance the cops would get tipped off was slim. The location and the gps route texted straight to their phones.
Benny's phone buzzed in the cupholder. The screen lit up in the darkness and illuminated the dark interior. The caller ID said unknown number. Went to voicemail. Benny corrected the car after the turn and stuck his head out the window. Standing up and allowing the breeze to catch his hair he shook his head and just enjoyed the ride. Driving wild. Driving fast. He wasn't sure if Bastina was a risk taker and a thrill chaser but the fools were. Johnny Rome was standing at the finish line with a beer in his hand. Lulu wasn't happy. That was for fucking sure. He would split off from the group after awhile and take her on her own little private adventure. See what kind of wild reckless trouble they could get into on their own but for the moment he was enjoying his time with the boys.
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May 16, 2019 23:57:56 GMT
Post by buster on May 16, 2019 23:57:56 GMT
Buster wasn't the guy you went to to ease self conscious feelings. He was more the guy you went to for a quick slam in the sack. He didn't ask questions and he was never choosy. He was a bit of a whore but he was okay with that. Buster didn't mind at all when women didn't call him back. He never expected them too but for once in his life he honestly found someone who had held his attention. He could feel the unease running through her. It was plain as fucking day with the quivering touch and the hesitant struggle. She was rattled.
"Don't worry about the scars. I got scars." He whispered between kisses. If her hands explored his body she would feel gunshots, knife wounds and burns from radial energy blasts. He had been chewed up and spit out so many times he had lost count. Running dirt over his wounds would heal his body, but it always left the scar behind. He was a roadmap of pain and torment, but all that pain had to go somewhere. It usually went to the bottom of a bottle and into some poor unsuspecting woman's cries of pleasure. A one night stand with some surprisingly angry sex attached. "We're all scared baby." He whispered again as he peeled off the layer of fabric covering her torso. The lights were dingy and flickering out. Not because of anything more than he hadn't really bothered to pay the electric and the wiring was shit.
Buster's tongue explored the side of her neck. Teeth into her shoulder and fingers aggressively pulling at the fabric of her panties. The couch was slightly wet from beer, but he knelt on it just the same towering over her with an aggressive dominate look in his eye. The only time you ever really saw any happiness there at all was when he was controlling somebody. Buster ran a hand through his hair and turned his head to the side. Spitting his gum across the room he dove his tongue into her mouth now. The taste of bitter sweet shyness and bad descions filled his mouth. Mm...It wasn't long before he was jerking her body roughly into a position he liked as he leaned over her on the couch.
His foot tipped over a beer bottle beside the couch and it soaked into the carpet as the lights flickered out on it's own. This was a nice place once upon a time. Buster's apartment was the last to be made and the contractors had gotten a little lazy just to wrap up the job quickly they fucking jerry rigged half of the electric in the walls but he didn't mind. It was almost convient to have an ill lit temple of pleasure. "Relax baby. Your safe. Benny's gonna take care of you." He said as his hand seized her throat and squeezed. Preasure and control. A winning smile and the smoothness to pull it all together. Buster was a unchanged monster.
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May 14, 2019 19:48:40 GMT
Post by buster on May 14, 2019 19:48:40 GMT
Buster didn't say anything as he listened to her story. Kid had it rough that was for sure. Some asshole bought a sex doll and instead of going to a store like a normal mother fucker he bought person. The diablos were fucking scum. Nevermind the fact that they were rivals and they were trying to steal business from the fools. Buster wanted to fuck them up for a whole new set of reasons now. That shit was just unacceptable.
He watched as she scarfed down all the food and waited to see her put the container down before he spoke again. Mostly he was just listening. He had never heard something so fucked up in all his life. And he had once put dirt in someone's smoothie so he could rip a rock spike out their asshole. Buster sighed and looked at her with a serious glare. "Fuck that. You're under Fool's Dice protection now. Assholes Diablos don't run this city The Fools do." Buster still wasn't wearing a shirt. If he had any major cuts... A hand ful of dirt in the wound would have healed it, but it was only bruises they should be gone on their own in a day or two.
Buster wasn't overly worried about getting his ass kicked. To him it was a badge of honor. He had stepped in front of a fucking warmachine and came out alive. Not to mention he had fire abilities. That was like Benny's personal kryptonite. Benny stared at Bastina a few moments longer. He was tired, sore... He wanted to pass the fuck out, but he also wanted to do this. Moving forward on the couch he gave her a little kiss on her lips before pulling away slightly. Just enough for a taste and to see if she pulled away from it. She didn't seem to. Benny was the type of guy who usually could have any girl that he wanted. He had to turn them away sometimes because they just fell all over him.
She was one girl who wasn't falling all over him. Traumatized or not he figured she deserved the chance to be kissed by someone who actually seemed to give a crap about her. He didn't know her that well but even in the short about of time and chemistry they had built together he was sure he cared about her more than Diablo. He kissed her again. His index and thumb pinching her chin a little bit as he moved his jaw to kiss deeper. He didn't need a reason beyond she was pretty to kiss her, but he also felt like he had put his ass on the line for a shot with her. He just wanted a taste of something earned.
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Post by buster on May 14, 2019 2:25:25 GMT
The key in the lock turned quietly as Buster opened the door to his shitty little apartment. Lulu would have had a fit if she had seen what he had done to her real estate property but she didn't own him. This was his little slice of hell. Home sweet hell. "Make yourself at home." He said as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor in a pile of dirty clothes. Benny's apartment was a mess. There were dirty half eaten Chinese food take out containers lying around. Empty pizza boxes and old beer bottles. Not to mention every wall in the place was covered in graffiti and profanity, and drawings of naked women.
Every time one of the fools came to chill here they commemorated the occasion by riding some shit on the walls. Inside jokes. The word of the day, or just death threats to people who had pissed them off that day. On the wall behind the couch Mouse had wrote "Tommy Salami can burn in hell!!!!" Long story. One of his male talents chose another studio to work with costing Mouse thousands. it was a good way for the boys to vent. That and the bullet holes in the walls didn't hurt either.
Buster made his way into the kitchen shirtless. There were bruises on his ribs and back from where the Diablos had kicked the shit out of him. It wasn't something he was overly worried about. He could just rub some dirt on them and they would heal rather quickly. A quirky side effect of his abilities. Buster opened the fridge and pulled out another Chinese food container. Sniffing it he paused. He had to give it a second sniff to make sure it was okay before he plopped it on the counter. "You hungry?" He called out from the kitchen fishing out a couple of beers. Benny wasn't used to entertaining ladies here. Sure they made their way through his apartment to the bedroom but it was usually dark and they were usually gone before morning where they could see the decay of the place by the light of day.
Benny closed the fridge. A smiling picture of his mother was pinned to the freezer door. He unscrewed the cap of his beer and stared at it as he took a hard swig. Fucking bitch. He thought. What's she got to be so happy about? He wasn't even sure why he kept the picture his father gave him. It was the only picture he had of her honestly. Maybe he kept it so he could recognize her and cuss her out if he ever ran into her out on the streets. Either way it was a glutton for pain. He grabbed two beers and the cold Chinese food and brought it into the living room. Using his foot he kicked an empty pizza box off the couch and handed Bastina a beer and offered her the food. "You can have my bedroom, I'll sleep out here." He offered. Benny wasn't used to being the 'nice guy' but it felt right for a change.
So much of his time was spent being a prick that for once it felt pretty good to be a decent guy. Besides. If that fiery asshole was looking for her she had to stay here. She couldn't go out there where he could find her and kill her. "I gotta talk to the boys in the morning, but you're not under the protection of the Fool's Dice Club. It comes with perks." Benny said handing her the Chinese food. He wasn't trying to chase the skirt. He wasn't falling into bed with her simply because she had gone through some traumatic shit and even he knew when to give the libido a rest. There were stains on the couch, stains on the floor and god knows there were stains on the mattress but none of that mattered. At least she was safe. Benny stopped and sat down. Taking another swig of his beer he looked at her carefully. "What the fuck were you with a piece of shit like that for anyways?" He asked. He couldn't help the bit of judgment that stained his voice as his question released. Still, he was curious. A girl that looked like that had options and slumming it with a piece of shit was probably the last one you would pick for a classy broad like her.
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Post by buster on May 13, 2019 0:56:21 GMT
x Benny Fleetfoot NAME. Benny Fleetfoot
NICKNAME. Buster
AGE. 25
MEMBER GROUP. mutant, human, staff, student, etc
GENDER. male,
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Very Hertero
POWER: Earth Elemental
STRENGTHS:. Buster controls the earth. He can manipulate earth, rock, soil, and sand. He can shape them into constructs and redirect them. With a thought he can make flowers grow or wither behind. When he's in a good mood soil gets more fertile when he walks on it bare foot, and when he's in a bad mood it makes the soil unusable. Buster can change the geography of the earth around him and shift them to his liking. Buster has the potential to move mountains.
WEAKNESS: Buster is extremely vulnerable to fire based abilities. Buster likes to be clean and particular. He doesn't like a hair out of place, though being clean weakens his abilities. His abilities are more powerful when there is dirt on his skin. Though his ego and neurosis to be clean cause him to constantly attack at 75% of his full potential.
FACE CLAIM. Alex Turner
HEIGHT. 5'9
WEIGHT. 194
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Slick back hair, usually bare foot. Small smooth stone in his pocket at all times.
OVERALL. Buster is very neat and orderly. He likes expensive things and fancy clothes though he tries to keep his appearance up to standards he does feel at home among the dirt and grime. Sometimes it makes his skin crawl but other times it's just home.POSITIVE TRAITS. Strong, Loyal, Independent, Capable
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Cocky, ego driven, asshole tendencies, commitment issues
OVERALL. Buster is notorious for his lack of commitment. He is loyal to a fault but when it comes to relationships Buster is a flight risk. Buster is a member of the fool's dice club. He is a criminal and a thug. A womanizer and a fiend, he is also a bit of a nature lover.
FATHER. Frank Fleetfoot
MOTHER. Junkie disappointment
SIBLINGS. None
OTHER FAMILY. The Fool's Dice Club
HOMETOWN. Detroit Michigan
OVERALL. Buster is an only child raised by a single parent. A drunk abusive piece of shit who only cared about treating his son like a punching bag and where his next bottle was coming from. Buster grew up hating his old man. He promised himself he would never been anything like him. Where his old man struggled to keep the lights on Buster had plenty of dough as a member of the fools.
Buster is slick and smooth and always gets the lady he wants. He is confident and bold and sometimes when he gets stressed out he tends to loose it just a bit. Though normally he keeps his shit together. Buster is a product of a broken home coming out to break the curse and succeeding. He owns a slice of the pie in a vast criminal empire.
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AGE. if you want
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