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May 30, 2019 17:51:32 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 30, 2019 17:51:32 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Mouse watched her marvel at the sight of all of the fish swimming around. It had never ceased to amaze him either. He was a big tough guy. A brute some might even say. No one would dare venture to guess that there was a softer side lurking just below the surface. Pun intended. Mouse rubbed his beard and smiled. It was good to see her smile. Even if it was only a moment of forgotten tradgey.
The fish were calming little fuckshits. He always liked to come here to think. Mostly the crowds just stayed away from him. Maybe it was the reaper on his back or the fact that he looked like he could snap you in two. People didn't fuck with him. Even with a name as cuddly as Mouse. Mouse pulled out a cigar and lit it up in the hall. The light refracting off the glass caught the smoke in the air and almost made it shimmer. The sweet smell of Cuba filling the hall as he thought about the olden days. Days when a field trip like this with Lulu just meant watching after the bosses girl. Today it meant something more. Do I dare to make a move?
He wondered. Making a move on Lulu meant the whole house of cards would come crashing down. This wasn't just any old broad. This was the queen of the hive. You better have your shit together and you better be holding an umbrella for the shit storm if you have the balls to check her dance card. Mouse moved closer to her. His body pressed against her back and his big rough hands found the railing on either side of her. He sort of trapped her there. Innocently staring at the fish with the cigar still on his lips. Mouse always smelled nice. Even in the cloud of cigar smoke he smelled like Ralph Lauren cologn. something fancy and expensive. Something that almost seemed far beyond his tastes in expenses and in quality.
"They're something aren't they?" He said watching the dolphins swim in circles, flipping and swimming approvingly at their presence. "Check that out." Mouse pointed to the plaque on the railing. He had to take a step back to allow her to see it and he stepped back with a almost cocky smirk. The plaque read.... Donated by Mr. Hank Henson. Species: Humpback Dolphins. Named Hank and Lulu. Was it superfluous? Probably. Did he give a shit? Not in the slightest. He had made the donation a while back. Some extra cash and a little love of aquatic life had led him to buying the little fuckers and donating them to the aquarium. He had never really intended to show this to Lulu. It was his little secret in the synthetic ocean. A private world of wet wonder where Hank and Lulu actually belonged togheter.
He almost felt a little silly at the whole notion, but this moment now watching her face react to it. Well, it was kind of worth it. Mouse really did spend quite a bit of time here. He wasn't as thuggish as his personality suggested. There was shit he buried behind the bravado and kept to himself. Mostly because he didn't think others would understand how complex his mind really was. Mouse wasn't just a porn producing sleezebag with no ambition. He had thoughts of a family one day. Not anywhere in the fucking future. He was too busy living his life, but Mouse was one of the few Fools without a queen and that shit kept him up at night sometimes. "I also donated a shrim named Benny." He laughed. Buster was a short dude, but the laughs dried up when he noticed the serious look on her face.
As the laughs died down, Mouse's face too grew very serious. He took another step closer. Tossing away his cigar it bounced down the hallway and embers flickered across the marble floor. He was staring deep into her eyes. Deep oceans of blue as clear as the waters Hank and Lulu swam in. He took another step closer. His heart was beating out of his chest. Taking his hand against the palm of her cheek he pushed away a tear that rested there and he leaned down and kissed her. Right there under the shimmering light of the blue hallway and sparkling water.
| TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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May 29, 2019 13:37:32 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 29, 2019 13:37:32 GMT
Mouse looked at Rebecca for a moment. What the fuck was she talking about? His truck was tan brown and hard rust on the sides of the wheel wells. There was a crack in the windshield and dents all over the fucking place. Mouse only stared at her. His big bearded bushy face staring at her with no expression. "Are you on fucking crack? Valet park....This piece of shit? Why would I pay someone 6 bucks to park this hunk of shit? Park it in a dumpster for all I care. Come on lets go."
Mouse said getting out of the car after parking it themselves and slamming the door. He wasn't exactly angry, he was just annoyed. Moving into the restaurant they were seated quickly and Mouse waited for them both to order before he started to talk business. He ordered the baked Lasagna sounded delicious and Luigi always had big portions. He'd have to unbutton his pants again today, only this time it was to make room for his protruding belly. He waited for Rebecca to order and for the waiter to go away before he began to talk.
Mouse looked at her a moment as she leaned in and settled into the conversation. "Okay, so the Fool's Dice Club is splitting up. I don't know when and I don't know who is going to take who's side, but this shit is almost a certainty. Johnny Rome is finished in Detroit. He has fucked up every chance he has been given and he's as good as out the door. I am going to be taking over the Fool's Dice club as it's leader. And with Lulu Milton on my arm as my queen no less. Now, as leader of the fools your scrutiny for trust is a lot higher. I need to know I can trust the people around me. That means you. YOU have to make a case for yourself. I'm going to have a lot of eyes on me and if I place my trust in you and others don't see why.... Well that makes me look like an asshole understand?
Mouse needed her to become to make a statement. Something impactful that let every one of the fool's know that she was serious and she was as trustworthy as each and every one of them. Mouse took a sip of his water and waited for the food to arrive. leaning back in his chair he lit up a cigarette even though it was clearly a no smoking type of restaurant. He fucking dared anyone to come over and say anything too him. He dared them and he would love to vent a little frustration.
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May 29, 2019 11:37:39 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 29, 2019 11:37:39 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Mouse didn't answer her question. He only replied with a smile that she couldn't see. "Hang on tight. I don't want to scrap your makeup off the road." He joked. With that he kicked out the kickstand and the two of them pulled out of the parking lot. He didn't ride slow just because she wasn't used to the bike. He was an expert at handling tight curves and winding twists.
Mouse knew what her particular tastes were. She was into style over substance and she was into glitz and glamour. Well, that wasn't tonight. Mouse had a reputation for being a bit of a drinker. He could drink anyone at the clubhouse under the table and the chances were high he was taking her to a bar, even though they had a bar at the clubhouse. That wasn't where he was taking her. It was late, but he knew a few good spots. AT the very least they were good distractions for whatever the fuck was on her mind. It would also give him enough time to figure out his own shit.
He still wasn't sure what to do about these feelings. They were safer right where they were but he was getting tired of towing the line and getting nothing back. He was tired of waking up next to some bimbo who didn't mean dick all too him. Mouse wanted Lulu. Flat out. He had never said it, but he had thought it more than enough. The girl was the total package. Minus the spoiled temper installed by Johnny. Johnny flat out didn't get women. He gave her things when what she really wanted was his attention and time. That's the shit you can't put a price tag on.
Mouse rounded another corner as the wind spilled over his beard. His beard flapped around like a saluting flag as his expression rarely changed from the grumpy looking snarl on his face. He wasn't angry, but he was off in his head thinking about what had to be done. He kept coming back to the same result. Johnny had to go. It was time for a change. Johnny had built the fools up and if he continued to lead reckless he would be the thing that brought them all crashing down. It wasn't long before they were pulling up to their destination. A bright green sign read "Detroit Aquarium." Mouse stepped off the bike. "Well... We're here." He said.
It was closed. The parking lot was empty, but Mouse knew this place. He had had a chat with the night janitor once, cool guy. They left the lights on all night and the fish were always visible. Mouse had a membership here. It was relaxing to him to come and stare at the fish. An odd quiet peacefulness when his life was so filled with violence and chaos. Mouse didn't have a crowbar. So he pulled the hair pin out of his hair letting it fall around his shoulders and went to work on picking the lock. They didn't stay open just for him.
After a few moments of jiggling the hair pin broke. Fuck. Mouse thought. Standing up from his kneeling position Mouse shrugged his shoulders and just kicked the double doors in. A single kick sent them flying back and slamming the wall behind them, but at least the door was open. "Adventure awaits." He said quietly and cockily motioning with his hand for her to "STEP THIS WAY." Several of the hallways were just tunnels where the walls and ceilings were lit up glass walls with fish behind them. This place was the biggest nicest aquarium in Detroit. He hoped it impressed her.
| TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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May 28, 2019 23:47:53 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 28, 2019 23:47:53 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Was there anyone on this fucking planet in a braver world of shit than Mouse? He didn't really thinks so. The fact was... Mouse knew this was wrong. He knew that Johnny would have never gone along with him being this close to Lulu. Their friendship wasn't exactly a secret, but the secret ran deeper than what was on the surface. There were real ass feelings tied up in there. Feelings that could catch him a beat down and yeah, Johnny was still the most feared fighter in the club. It wasn't about abilities man it was about pure craziness. Johnny just didn't give a fuck.
Mouse would have thought twice about stepping into the cage with Johnny when he was all roided up and ready to pop. But Mouse was no pussy. He was here for Lulu and if that was seen as some sort of betrayal he didn't really give a shit. He knew where his loyalties lied. They lied with her. Mouse took another puff of his stale cigarette as he waited. He watched from afar as the headlights blinded him. Didn't say shit as she stopped to check her makeup. That was typical.
Mouse did have a problem when he saw her get out of the car with fresh tears on her cheeks. What the fuck did that asshole do now? It was getting old. It was a case of everything being more important to Johnny than his fucking queen! That was supposed to be rule number one. But flashy boy didn't give a shit about that when you had your finger on the world's pussy and you were rubbing it into submission. Johnny Rome thought he owned the world. He didn't own shit. Mouse took another quick puff and tossed the butt.
She instructed him to change and take her out. Mouse didn't move. He sat on his bike rocking back on his heels and holding the handle bars just to keep steady. Was he really going to not say anything. Wasn't his fucking business, but he could feel his teeth grinding against each other. Women threw themselves at Mouse. It was part of the business and it wasn't a flashy producer title or the money lining his pockets that got most of them off. It was him. The big bearded bad choice in life. The thing that every girl wants even if they're too fucking proud to admit it. Women were in a word dysfunctional. They chose the worst guys because they thought that they would be the one to fix them. They thought that they were going to be treated different. Even if he was clearly an asshole to begin with.
Mouse didn't pretend to be a psychiatrist he only knew women. He knew how they thought and Lulu most certainly didn't want him pointing out the fucking obvious. She called him here to make her forget why she was crying not to remind her like a jackass. With a shrug of his shoulders he stepped off the bike. He slipped out of his jacket as he passed Lulu in the doorframe. He had to flatten himself to squeeze by and it became uncomfortably tight. The tension was high and the single thought was on his mind. The soft silk of her legs and the perfume filling his senses. It was enough to make a man weep. It was god damned breaking his heart.
Mouse had always had a secret thing for her. Deep down he knew he could do better. He could be a better man and a better leader, but he didn't rock the boat. The seas were nice and calm most days. Until Johnny did something stupid and the seas got rocky again. Mouse stopped a moment as he watched her turn up a bottle. Shaking his head he sighed. "Be right back." He said in his gruff bear-like voice. He voice sounded like he had a scratchy throat full of gravel, but really Mouse was a fucking teddy bear. A pussyhound for sure but he knew how to treat a lady. Only problem was he didn't usually surround himself with ladies. His job required him to surround himself with floozys and skankbags. Mouse's sneakers scuffed along the creaky floor as he made his way back to the bedrooms.
This wasn't Cherrywood. He had a whole other apartment there, but he kept a few things here for a rainy night. Scratching at his beard he moved past the mugshots at hanging on the wall. There was his looking back at him. His last pop was three years ago and he was still just as cocky. Mouse was holding his fist up and pretending to give a blowjob when the cop snapped his mugshot. Also he was flipping him the bird. Authority figure or not Mouse was a big motherfucker. THey didn't ask him to retake the photo. Mouse had never been prouder. He looked at the mugshot with a smug grin as he paused in the hallway.
Taking a moment to think about all the choices that led him to the fools in the first place. If it wasn't for Johnny building this place up he might not be the man he was today. He owed Johnny some level of loyalty, but he also loved his club. He saw Johnny running it into the fucking ground. And dragging Lulu with him. Johnny was too wrapped up in the moment, in the fun and the parties to have a fucking clue. He looked at Johnny's mugshot. Leaning back trying to play the cool guy. "Yeah." He said dryly and moved along down the hall. It didn't take him long to get ready.
He couldn't do anything about the pornstar smell besides drown it in Axe body spray. He threw on a grey v neck shirt and a jean vest jacket that had the fool's logo on the back. His ripped up skinny jeans fit nicely over a pair of white sneakers and the chain from his wallet hung out the back. Yeah, maybe he was a bit hipster. Gotta stick with the times right? Mouse threw his hair back into a messy pony tail. He never liked it flying all over the fucking place when he rode his bike. With an approving look in the mirror on the way out the door Mouse linked back up with Lulu in the bar. He watched her finish another drink.
"Why don't I just tap a keg here." He joked dryly. There wasn't really any humor in his voice, but he smirked at her just a little when he thought he saw the hint of a smile pulling at her face. "We're taking my bike. Come on. I know a place." Mouse said and moved past her out the door. She was either going to keep up or they weren't going anywhere. Really he wanted to see her walk to the door to make sure she could still walk a straight line before they went out on this grand adventure. She would need her senses about her anyways for what he had planned.
| TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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May 28, 2019 21:55:14 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 28, 2019 21:55:14 GMT
Mouse was locking up the door to his studio when his phone went off. A soft vibration in his pocket had the girl hanging all over him smiling and playfully tickling the back of his neck. "Why are you vibrating? You that happy to see me?" Mouse smirked. She meant nothing. Just some actress who was hoping to get more screen time in front of the camera. She would, but the video was going into Mouse's private collection. Home movies were important too you know. "Yeah, yeah real happy." Mouse half heartedly replied.
Pulling out his phone the little blue glow of the screen lit up his bearded face. It was a text from Lulu. "Meet me at the clubhouse." Hm... Not very fucking informative. But still Mouse would rather do a job for Lulu than get his dick wet from some mindless floozy. Lulu was just more important at the end of the day. "Sorry doll.... I know you wanted to rain that thing down on me, but I'm going to have to take a 'rain check.'"
The girl almost seemed offended. "What the fuck Mouse?!?" Mouse glared at her. "Did I fucking stutter? Get the hell out of here! And wash your ass!" Mouse added, unessecarily adding insult to injury. Fucking broads. Lulu wasn't just some broad. She was well.... She was Lulu. Mouse walked over to his bike. His massive fingers pressing buttons on his phone as he typed a message back.
New Message:
On my way. Just have to lock up the studio. See you soon.... 
Careful Mouse. He told himself. You know that winky face emoji is like fucking catnip. It might feel good in the moment but you're ass is going to feel goofy when it comes back on you. Stepping over his bike he revved it up and sped off into the night. His long hair was pulled back in a pony tail. The soft scrunches of his jeans bunched up and rippling in the wind. He never felt freer than when he was on his bike.
Lulu could have sent him this text at 4 in the morning. Mouse would have still come running. Johnny was being a dick. He didn't even bother to follow Lulu he just shook his head and kept on with the party. Johnny had begun, lately to take Lulu for granted. Thinking that she was as attracted to the life as he was. Sure, Lulu liked fancy expensive things, but Johnny had the idea that if she was unhappy; buy her something and the problems all went away.
Johnny never took the time to listen to her like Mouse did. Mouse was always Lulu's closest confidant. He was there for her. Always. Mouse pulled up in front of the clubhouse.
The pink and blue neon sign blinking away casting a pink and blue glow to his angry looking bearded face. No one was here, not even Lulu yet. "What the fuck?" Mouse groaned. Well. Guess I'm waiting. He thought and pulled out a cigarette and lit up. The smoke turning pink and blue as it floated out into the night sky.
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May 25, 2019 23:04:17 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 25, 2019 23:04:17 GMT
Before he knew what was hitting him.... Something was hitting him. Hard and blunt and right across the fucking jaw. Mouse stumbled backwards at the pipe bashed across his massive head. Yes, even his head grew slightly inside. Like Mouse's head wasn't swollen enough on a regular basis. Blood trickled down from the beasts lips. Anger curled into his lips as he reached up and wiped the blood away with his arm.
Only there was no one there. Who the fuck hit him? Mouse couldn't figure it out. He had blinked in and blinked out in literally a blink of an eye. Mouse looked around the room. "Where you hide little man?!?" He roared. "Mouse no play games! Mouse angry. Mouse not like to angry!!!!!" His roars shook the decrepit foundation of the old house.
Because that's where they were. They were in an old abandoned house two blocks away from the fool's dice club. Each of the fools had their little vacation spots. Silver Shadow liked to do his interrogations in an old abandoned steel mill. Mouse liked this place because of what it symbolized. A little girl was beaten and killed here by her father before it was condemned. Innocent blood was spilled here. He felt like it sort of balanced the books to spill a little blood here of someone who actually deserved it.
Mouse was a realist, but deep down he was a nice guy. The fools weren't bad guys. Sure they were scumbags, criminals and assholes, but the fought for the little guy. They cracked down and beat ass of anyone who was abusing their wives or children. They kicked the shit out of anyone who was selling drugs in Detroit.... They sold their drugs outside the city limits. They were righteous and somehow they felt like the protected the community. While serving themselves of course.
That was not the man standing here right now. This was a different beast entirely. Mouse was in this form incredibly stupid. Ruled by emotion and easily angered. He looked around and when he didn't see the blinky little man he began to start punching holds in the wall. Mouse ripped out a support beam and took out an entire wall with it like a baseball bat. Dust and debris flew everywhere. Luckily it wasn't a load bearing beam. "WHERE..... IS.....BLINKYMAN!" He bellowed getting angrier by the second.
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May 25, 2019 20:37:24 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 25, 2019 20:37:24 GMT
Mouse just kind of stood there. He wasn't even sure what to say. She was his assistant but her job loyalty was off the charts. Sucking someone's dick was above and beyond the call of duty. The most he would usually ask her was for a cup of coffee or something, or maybe to go out and score him some pot. Mouse shook off his bewilderment. "No. I don't think your parcel tongue will do the job. He's simply out of potions. Red freckled asshole." Mouse said shaking his head. He was so shocked he didn't know what to say. As a matter of fact..... "Fuck it. That's a wrap everybody. Get your fucking clothes on. Professor snake? Dumbldildo…. You guys shoot tomorrow morning. Someone get Hermionie some god damn toilet paper! She text me three times from the shitter! Amature motherfuckers I swear."
Mouse looked at Rebecca. "Fuck it. Let's go to lunch now. You're driving. I got a fucking headache from this bullshit." He said. Pulling out a pair of sunglasses Mouse put them on and tossed her the keys to his pickup truck. He didn't drive his motorcycle to the set today, but his pickup truck was almost as good. He could lean back in the seat and just shake off the rest of his horrible fucking day. He loved the business. Mouse loved women of all kinds and he loved making art, but this was not art. He was pretty sure art would kick him in the dick if art ever found out. This was a train wreck.
"Pull up to a close parking spot." Mouse instructed. He didn't feel like walking, he just wanted to order a stiff drink and then order ten more. He had enough of actors today. It was time to get down to more serious fool's dice business. Something that he was willing to trust Rebecca with, but nothing too major. It was more of a behind the scenes kind of deal and she wouldn't have all the pieces to put the puzzle together and that was just fine. Mouse liked it that way. Rebecca might have been a mutant but, Mouse never knew this... And though the Fool's dice were legends in Detroit it wasn't widly known that the fools were mutants either. Hell, Mouse wasn't even sure if Rebecca knew he was a mutant. He never showed it off around her or the studio.
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May 25, 2019 19:12:39 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 25, 2019 19:12:39 GMT
Hank had to admit. The kid had balls. Not only had he robbed them, but then he defiantly whipped his dick out to prove out big it was. Wasn't very big from were Mouse was sitting, but then again. His was king cobra. Mouse wasn't afraid of shit. There was a smirk resting on his rugged bearded face. Mouse reached up a tired hand and brushed his hair back over his head.
His long hair fell over his shoulder, what little wasn't pulled back into a ponytail in the back. "That right?" He asked rubbing his chin. There were red scuffs on his knuckles. Little bastard had cut his hand with one of his teeth and it was bleeding. The throbbing was inconsequential. Mouse could easily ignore it. He had been through a hell of a lot worse than a tiny little cut on his hand.
Mouse looked at the cut on his hand and scoffed. Looking at his hand and completely ignoring the kid in the chair, Mouse turned his back on the kid. Pressing his hands flat against the table Mouse just leaned on it. Breathing heavy. Heavy breathing slowly muddled into angry growls. The more he growled the louder it began until Mouse was screaming like a beast. Muscles bulged. Rippled and pulled at the fabric of his shirt. The seams in his jeans ripped at the knees putting holes in the knees of his pants.
His shirt tore from his back as the muscles in his back grew larger. His hands, fingers neck everything bulged and rippled as it grew larger and larger. Muscle on top of muscle. He looked like a gorilla on steroids. Mouse roared an horrible nasty inhuman roar. From deep in his throat and the walls seemed to shake with the force of it. Turning around his eyes were glowing green. Sharp fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth as he breathed heavy still. His massive chest hanging out of the front of his ripped tank top.
His hair had fallen mostly from it's ponytail bun and spilled messily over his ears. Mouse did not speak. He only glared. Slamming his fists through the concrete in a ground pound of fury cracks ran through the floor. Spiderweb cracks raced across the room and almost touched the wall on the other side. Mouse's breath could be felt from feet away. It was hot and sticky. He breathed through his nose as he stared at the little stick man. "Go.....Ahead. Fuck. Me. Up." He offered. Though his speech was less intelligent. More apish.
Mouse was hunched over, bad posture. He walked on his knuckles and drug them across the floor as he darted surprisingly fast towards the chair. His hot breathe steaming the skin of Blink's neck. He sniffed him a few times to see if he could smell the fear on him. He sometimes could in this form. It tasted sweet, almost a little salty. Though it always smelled good to him. Mouse reached behind the chair with one massive hand and ripped the ropes free. With a swipe of his apish paw he pulled free the ropes from his legs. Damaging the power dampener in the process. Mouse wanted to squash the little man. Even though he had specific instructions from Lulu to find out where he had stashed the stolen loot. Mouse wanted to have a little fun. Primitive Mouse was in the driver's seat now. And he didn't necessarily make the best choices.
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May 24, 2019 22:47:33 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 24, 2019 22:47:33 GMT
Mouse was here...Again, with the little pipsqueak. The jewelry store? That was one of Lulu's joints. The payday loans place. Those assholes were paying the fool's protection money. Knocking them over was the same as taking money out of fool pockets. Now he had the balls to rob Queenie's club? Mouse looked at him with an unimpressed expression. The sort of way you look at shit on the bottom of your shoe.
Mouse simply didn't have the patience for this shit. He stood there with his back to Blink only casually turning around to glance at the kid. There was a power dampening collar around his leg. A leg that was stiffly tied to the fucking chair. Now teleporting away this time little dude. Mouse continued to ignore, his hands running over various sharp objects that lined the neat little table. His meaty fingers resting on a saw. Picking it up the light shined off it as he seemed to study the serrated edged.
Nah too fucking messy. It was clear that squeaker was awake. Mouse could hear the shifting in the chair that meant he was pulling at the binds. He wouldn't get out of those. Not likely. With a heavy sigh Mouse turned around and stared at him. He said nothing. The grim look on his face did all the talking. The big bushy beard he sported covered his mouth, but it was nothing more than a thin straight line across his face. Palid and unemotive of any sort of expression.
The man in front of Blink gave away nothing. Aside from the old blood stains on his dirty white tank top and the few scattered teeth lying on a work bench. It was clear to anyone with a fucking brain that this guy was the heavy handed muscle. The hammer in the tool chest you brought out for the special jobs. Did he like getting his knuckles a little bloody? Perhaps. Was he doing it for his club? You bet your fucking ass he was.
Each of the fools had their own special ways of bringing money into the clubhouse. Queenie had her strip clubs. Lulu, her various businesses around the city. Mouse dealt in pornography. He was the owner of Yes Daddy Studios and he was taking time out of his busy filming schedule to be here. That might even explain the strap on dildo lying on the counter. It didn't explain why it was lying in a puddle of blood. or why nails were driven through it.
Mouse folded his meaty arms against his massive chest and sat back. Staring at the kid and wondering just what in the fuck he was going to do here. It was obvious to anyone with a pair of fucking eyes this kid was terrified. Most people who sat in that chair just about shit their fucking pants. Most of them didn't have abilities that could be useful to the clubhouse though. Mouse walked over slowly.. His untied boots echoing in the quiet room. The only source of light was a single lamp, which Mouse's massive frame blocked out as he passed in front of it.
He got closer to Blink and just for kicks threw another right cross into his jaw. The shot was stiff enough to tip the chair back. It fell back and hit the floor sending little clouds of dust skirting away. More heavy boots thudding around the room as Mouse walked around the chair not saying dick all.
"You stole from the wrong fucking people kid." Mouse said. Maybe now it was sinking in. Maybe now this kid knew what the fuck was going on and what a world of shit he had just stepped into. Putting his foot on the chair Mouse's dirty boot was just in between the kid's legs. He weighed down on the chair causing it to tilt back up and settle back on all four legs on the ground. He leaned in front of him with that same scowl kissing his face. "You're going to pay it all back!" He informed him. Balling his fist he sent another punch right into the kid's stomach.
Mouse chuckled a bit. He didn't need tools of violence to distribute violence. He was a god damned warmachine. Fully functional and hungry for chaos. He hadn't even had his morning coffee yet and already he was spilling little bits of assohole on the concrete floor. Hm... Fucking Sundays....
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Post by Mouse on May 24, 2019 0:00:00 GMT
Mouse took a final drag off his cigarette as she spoke. The smoke spilled out of his bearded mouth as he answered her back. "Yeah, they all jump at a chance to fuck and get paid for it. It's like the dream job." Mouse mumbled, tossing his cigarette away. The next bit floored him. Looking at the guy and then back to her and then back to the guy again. Mouse reached up and scratched the back of his head. "Well, shit. If you say he's good then he can get ready for the double penetration scene with Volda-porksword." Mouse was only half interested in what he was talking about. He was checking his own messages on his phone as he spoke and leaned back against the wall.
New Message:
Sunday, 12:13 pm
Mouse, honey your grandma is back in the home. I couldn't put up with that bitch a moment longer. You're brother is going to visit her. You should go visit her. It won't be as bad as last time I prom.... "Nope! Fuck that.*
No new messages....
Mouse hit the delete button right fucking there. His grandmother was fucking crazy. Last time she bit him. He had to get stitches. And not only that because Mouse was a sometimes porn star he had to ask his grandmother to get tested for STDs what the shit kind of fucking shit is that?!?!? Only in fucking America right? Looking up Mouse noticed that Handsome Harry fuckwad wasn't inside yet. "Buddy. Whip your dick out and go put it in some muggle puss okay? You're wasting my god damn money." Mouse looked at Rebecca and shook his head. "Fucking actors!"
Mouse stopped leaning on the wall looking at Rebecca more seriously now he sighed. "Look. Shooting won't be long today. Hermionie has the shits and Ron can't keep his wand full of magic. Let me finish this up and then I need to talk to you after. Meet at Luigi's restaurant around four'ish?" Mouse had some other shit to discuss. Not necessarily Yes Daddy business, but more so Fool's Dice business. Mouse never talks fool's business in front of actors. Actor's run their fucking mouths. Mouse didn't trust a lot of people with Fool's Dice business, but Rebecca was trustworthy to him. Besides she knew better than to run her fucking mouth. The Fool's didn't hit women, but a bullet to the head was genderblind. You fuck over the Fools there's a tag on your toe man or woman. Didn't matter.
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May 23, 2019 17:47:31 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 23, 2019 17:47:31 GMT
New Message:
Sunday 11:41am
Hey! Where the fuck are you?!? You were supposed to be at the studio at 10 o'clock! Where's this amazing talent I have to see? I got film crew and actresses on set just waiting. He better be as big as you say he is. I'm not paying a whole crew to sit on their hands for no reason. Get your asses here now!!!
Mouse sent his message to Rebecca and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was tired. Cranky. Up at the crack of dawn and months behind filming this stupid ass movie. Harry Twatter and the sorcerer's stones. Making movies wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Mouse was the director, the producer, part-time camera man and even occasional star (If the co-stars were looking fine enough for him to consider it.) He didn't care that Rebecca had just broken herself off a piece of fine ass. That was her time. She was now on his time. She was his assistant and damn if he didn't pay her enough to be on time.
Taking a sip of his own coffee Mouse looked around at the cast and crew. There was a naked woman sitting on the bed in nothing at all except her good intentions. "Hank? Do you want me naked still?" She asked in a airheaded bubble kind of way. "Yeah darlin. Just play with Jerome's pecker if you get board I gotta make a few phone calls. Everyone else take five." Mouse stepped outside and was instantly annoyed by how bright and chipper it was. Mouse was not a morning type of person. Usually he shot at night, but they were so behind they were having to shoot entire days now. For a few weeks this bullshit had been going on and it was tiring as fuck.
Mouse made his phone calls and chain smoked about 5 cigarettes while he was out on the corner. It wasn't long before he saw Rebecca pulling up. About god damned time. They were in there shooting a Harry Potter rip off porn and the new star the one who was supposed to play Harry, was supposed to be casted personally by Rebecca. "Well?" Mouse asked as she stepped out of her Uber. "Where's the fucking guy?" He asked.
Before she could answer Mouse pulled her aside by the arm. "What about the other thing. That guy still giving you trouble?" A few weeks back Rebecca had mentioned that one of the fans, (yes they had many fans) had written in to the studio and being his assistant Rebecca corresponded with him. The guy had eventually come to stalk her. Mouse wasn't sure if it was resolved, but if the guy was still a problem he was gong to take care of it personally. Shit like that was just bad for business.
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May 19, 2019 23:03:31 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 19, 2019 23:03:31 GMT
x Hank Henson NAME. Hank Henson
NICKNAME. Mouse
AGE. 32
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
POWER: Size manipulation. The ability to shrink and grow
STRENGTHS:. Mouse can shrink himself down to the smallest size, small enough to be smaller than a grain of sand. On the flip side he can grow larger. Bulking up in size and adding layers of muscle increasing his strength and physical form. He does not add much height to his stature but he increases muscle mass when he grows 'larger'
When adding muscle layer he may hit harder, but he also punches and moves slower. Mouse in his muscled up form is strong enough to jump over buildings and climb walls by digging his powerful fingers into the brick and concrete. Mouse however has a sharp drop in intelligence when he is muscled up. He is a denser more ignorant being in this form. Mouse can say muscled up for as long as he wants but when he does power back to normal state; depending on how much energy he used determines how long he sleeps for afterwards.
WEAKNESS: Mouse can only grow mass for an extended time period. Shrinking does not take as much energy, but bulking up in size takes a lot of out of him. When he is in a fight with added layers of muscle from bulking up it takes a toll on him. Afterwards he finds himself physically exhausted.
Mouse's dietary requirements are much higher as a result. He has to eat more than the average person to accommodate the mass increase of his abilities and the fact that he has so much potential for damage. Mouse can not get drunk easily. He can drink most people under the table because of his metabolism.
FACE CLAIM. Josh Mario John
HEIGHT. 6'2
WEIGHT 240
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Heavily tattooed
OVERALL.Mouse wears a variation of the fools jacket. He wears a black leather fools dice vest more similar to a biker gang. He wears a leather jacket too sometimes he has his own fools dice jacket. Usually mose wears his hair in a bun or sometimes tied back in a pony tail.POSITIVE TRAITS. Confident, persuasive, In charge, Bold
NEGATIVE TRAITS. cocky, assuming, loud, arrogant
OVERALL. one long or two short paragraphs
FATHER. Drew Henson
MOTHER. Maggie Henson
SIBLINGS. Jacob Henson
OTHER FAMILY. Detroit
HOMETOWN. Detroit
OVERALL. History: Mouse grew up in a happy home. Unlike most of the members of the fool's dice club Mouse didn't have a broke home and tragic history. He came from a family of two loving parents. Mouse was always big for his age. He got the name Mouse from his parents. They called him that as he was just about 6'0 by time he reached middle school.
Mouse didn't discover his powers until later in life. Call him a late bloomer if you want. It wasn't until after he joined the fools that he saw the potential in his ability. Before that it was a source of shame. The fact that he was a mutant was something that he hated, until he met the fools. They were all mutants. Each and every one of them. They were family. The fools took him in, made him one of their own. And when his parents were killed in a senseless robbery Mouse threw himself further into the club.
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AGE. if you want
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