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Jul 10, 2019 21:50:44 GMT
Post by boozer on Jul 10, 2019 21:50:44 GMT
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Boozer did not confirm or deny her suspicions about where he got the info. "Assume whatever the hell you want." He said rather rudely. He wasn't here to piggyback off her success. Everything that Boozer was asking for he figured he had earned. If he didn't earn his spot here he had certainly put in the work to earn it in his own club.
Boozer saw the distrust in her face, but that would come with time. He didn't expect to be her most trusted ally right off the back. In fact he downright expected this reaction. She wasn't a stupid woman and you didn't get to be where she was without learning to be a little paranoid.
He wasn't going to say anything about the Saints at all. Until she pushed his buttons calling him a rat and a coward. Boozer liked to keep his business his business. Spilling his shit on the streets did nothing but make him look weak and make his club look like they got one over on him, but at her words he snapped. "I ain't no fucking rat. He shouted. Punching the filing cabinet beside him without taking his eyes off Lulu. The filing cabinet crushed in like a tin can on itself.
They left me to die. Shit got real and the club member who was supposed to have my back left him to die." Surrounded by cops and bleeding pretty bad. It wasn't fatal but at the time it had sure looked like it.
Boozer couldn't put his trust in a club like that. He wouldn't put his life on the line for a club like that. "I got no love for those cowards. They betrayed me first." Boozer said doing everything but spitting on the ground at the mention of the Saints. He was tired of protecting the small amount that Takoda had managed to achieve and he was looking to bigger and better. And that was the truth.
He followed Lulu to the bar and sat down. his a look at the jacket he slipped it on over his shoulders and downed a glass of whiskey. It burned the back of his throat and he had to admit the jacket fit pretty good. It was only a matter of time before other fools came into the clubhouse though and wanted to know who this fucking stranger was wearing their hard earned logo.
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Post by boozer on Jul 9, 2019 22:43:20 GMT
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"What makes you think I want to small talk?" His question almost sounded accusational and rude. She assumed that he was here to chat her up and his intentions were purely business. "It's quite simple really." He said rubbing his bearded chin. "You want valuable info. I want a valuable seat at your table. The Vice President's patch and all the profit and power that goes along with it. You're going to seat me at the table as your right hand."
Boozer didn't pull any punches. He certainly didn't waste her time. He cut right to the point. The point being that she needed him a lot more than he needed her. He wanted to move up in the world and the Fool's Dice Club had a nice little reputation for being the people to know in this town. It wasn't like the Saints were hicks from the backwoods, but they didn't carry the same clout as the reaper. Boozer must've known this all along, and essentially used his position in the Saints to rise up. Knowing damn well that he was going to switch sides when it benifited him the most.
Boozer had no interest in building the Saints into the empire that the fools were already established. That shit took time and work and for him it was grunt work. He wasn't going to rise higher than member and he knew that. The Black Saints were going to rise up from his blood sweat and tears and he wouldn't have had shit to show for it. Boozer and Takoda never really got along. Not really. There was always some tension there and weather it was grudge or judgement that kept him with Takoda's boot on his neck Boozer was more than happy to sell him out to get himself a nice cushy spot in another gig.
He had learned enough with his time in the Saints to be considered trustworthy. He had his finger on the pulse of a lot of goings on and things that could ruin a club if put into the wrong hands. "I can tell you that your gun shipments are about to get high jacked. There are several police raids on a few of your clubs.... Clubs with questionable paraphernalia lying about. One of your members is a snitch police informant and to top it all off..... I can give you a dynamite recipe for fruitcake. See baby? I'm a fountain of information. So why don't you put it to good use. I'll take one of those snazzy leather jackets and a Vice President's patch."
Boozer said. As he finished his pitch he pulled an envelope out of his back pocket. He tossed it on the desk. Inside was a cassette tape with a wire tap conversation about a raid on the Diamond Club. A gift from him to her. The tape was acquired only 10 minutes ago actually. He noticed an FBI jacket taking a piss behind a tree before getting back into a surveillance van across the street. Boozer took it upon himself to knock on the back door of the van and take out the guys inside.
They were all alive though tied up and gagged. He wasn't flying fool's colors, and though he looked like one of them there was nothing linking the Fool's Dice Club to the assault. Just a concerned citizen taking up his issues with big brother listening. The envelope hit the table with a slight thud. Boozer smirked proudly before walking over to the file cabinet and grabbing a stereo boombox and setting it on her desk. "Give it a listen. And you tell me if I'm wasting your time." The conversation in question was between a low level prospect named Rory and one of the members. Who Boozer wasn't quite sure. He didn't know these assholes on a personal level yet, but it was pretty damning to say the least. He took the liberty of reliving the FBI of their only copy of the tape.
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Post by boozer on Jul 7, 2019 22:27:34 GMT
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Compile all the shit that stacks on your plate on a daily basis and you got one hell of a shit salad. Nothing was ever easy. Not the pangs of loyalty or the edge of betrayal, but something had to happen. Something had to shake loose. Everything down to the foundation was stagnant bullshit. Takoda was never going to change. Takoda was never going to see Boozer as "The Guy." Booezer knew that. He knew his days of climbing up the ranks were over.
Maybe it was because he was a washout and a drunk. Came with the gift he was given. But that didn't change the fact that Takoda was never going to see him as leadership material and Boozer was ambitious. Boozer wanted respect and power and all the shit that came along with that. A nice seat at the table and the knowledge that he had earned it. Tossing out his cigarette he walked casually up to the garage. The bay door was open and there were a few mechanics doing their mechanic thing. Playing with their little wrenches and lugnuts.
Boozer wasn't here for a tune up. He bypassed the garage and headed straight for the office. He had seen the slender shape through the window. Typing up files and putting away paperwork. The garage might've been just a front but it did earn. There were business records that had to be put away and boss lady herself was sitting there putting them away. Maybe she just didn't trust the clerical work to a monkey with a tire iron.
Boozer walked into the office with a knock before letting himself in uninvited. "Got a minute?" He asked, not really giving a shit what her answer was. He stepped inside and closed and locked the door. He was a stranger here. Paddling out into the deep water with his little floaties on and hoping the wave didn't take him under. If it did.... It wouldn't be the first drink he had all day. Boozer closed the blinds looking all to conspicious. He didn't have on his cut. Just a white t-shirt, some jeans and a pair of white sneakers so clean they looked like something from outer space.
"I got a business proposition for you Ms. Milton. Rival gang pushing their way into your turf and you don't know shit about it. I got all the info.... It's yours for a price." He said smiling. Getting right down to business. Boozer was never one to waste his own time, and he knew better than to waste this woman's time. The stories he heard.....Well lets just say if he was a little kid laying in bed it wouldn't be the boogyman he was looking for in the closet. He would be afraid it was the boogeylulu coming to get him. She was a god damned monster if the stories were true. Looking at her now he could only imagine her naked. Do a deal with the devil and you're bound to end up a sinner. He wouldn't mind saying a few hail marries if he got to lay next to that.
"You're about to stick your tit in a hornet's nest. There's a shit storm coming and you need an umbrella. Just consider me a door to door umbrella salesman." His metophors were off the wall, but he was half drunk surging with power in case shit went sideways. He could fail a breathalyzer from across the room without even touching it. But that's what made him feel so confident standing here about to stick his dick in the same hornet's nest.
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Post by boozer on Jun 3, 2019 16:30:26 GMT
Boozer was already late for the meeting. Fuck him. Let him wait. He thought. Spilling a bit of his drink as he roughly picked it up from the bar. Boozer wasn't really drunk. He had raised his tolerance levels to prevent him from feeling the swishy effects of the drink. There was that warm feeling spreading through him though. Just enough to take the edge off. Boozer was not nervous, not really. He was a little perhaps. The same nervousness that always accompanied a deal with a new face. You could never tell if the person you were meeting was a big fat snitch, or a cop.
If that happened to be the case there were ways of dealing with rats. He took another sip and slipped off the stool. Putting the drink down Boozer started to leave only to turn back to the bar and grab his drink for one final sip. Never mind the fact there was a dozen stolen handguns in the saddle bag of his bike parked right outside. He supposed he had to get going, before the guy decided he wasn't going to show and walked away wit the cash.
Boozer pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with the dude's name on it. The writing was smeared and smudgy. "Iron pies??" What the fuck? He was half drunk when he hastily scribbled the guy's name down. That can't be right. There can't be a serious gun buying going by the name of iron pies. Whatever. Boozer shoved the piece of paper back into the pocket of his skinny jeans. "Let's go meet this asshole." He said to no one in particular and pushed his way out the bar.
The night was cold and rainy. Perfect weather for riding a motorcycle. He was supposed to meet this guy at an abandoned warehouse. He was already running 17 minutes late and smelling like a brewery, but at least he had his wits and focus about him. Boozer wasn't even slightly tipsy. Meaning he didn't have access to most of his more stellar abilities. He had a berretta of his own stiring nervously, tucked just inside the waisteband of his pants. If he decided to be a problem. He wouldn't mind sparking the steel and letting the bullets fly into the rainy night. [/div] |
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Post by boozer on Jun 2, 2019 23:34:45 GMT
Ricki Hall as Boozer
Kaya Scodelario as Paige Richards
Matt Ryan as Dylan Walker
Korporate Bidness as Dominic Deans
Scott Eastwood as Corbin Bryce
Unknown as Floyd Hoxton
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Post by boozer on Jun 2, 2019 23:32:52 GMT
Clyde Norris - Alcohol mimicry / Alcohol empowerment
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Post by boozer on Jun 2, 2019 20:57:51 GMT
x Clyde Norris NAME. Clyde Norris
NICKNAME. Boozer
AGE. 31
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Straight
POWER: Alcohol mimicry / Alcohol empowerment
STRENGTHS:. Boozer can transform his body into 100% alcohol. Doing so allows him to slip underneath door cracks and pour into cracks in the wall. Boozer can conceal his body in a large container, or make himself appear to be a murky puddle. Boozer can make his body form into alcohol and maintain it's human shape. When in this form he can extend his arm and shoot alcohol at assailants like a blast cannon. The alcohol that makes up his body is a ridiculously high proof. Able to get anyone drunk with only a few drops.
When in alcohol form Boozer can maintain a solid physical touch point existence. He can walk on solid ground and pick up and move objects as if his body is normal. Though anything he touches will be soaked in alcohol and wet to the touch. Boozer has the ability to change the properties of alcohol making it more or less intoxicating at will. Boozer can also decrease or increase the the chances of alcohol poisoning in others with a touch.
When in his human form and ingesting alcohol Boozer becomes artificially empowered. Alcohol causes him to run faster jump higher and gain enormous physical strength. Boozer also gains the ability to fly, turn invisible and see through walls with what he calls "beer goggle vision" When intoxicated Boozer also gains the ability to peek into other realms. Not physically go there, but see behind the veil. It is an extension of his x-ray vision.
Applications of ability
-Alcohol liquid form
-Alcohol projectile attacks
-Alcohol property manipulation
-Alcohol tolerance manipulation for himself and others
-Alcohol empowerment (Gaining additional powers from alcohol)
-Alcohol flight (That floaty feeling when drunk translates to actual flight)
-Alcohol induced heightened athletic abilities
-Alcohol induced invisibility
-Alcohol induced X-ray vision with the ability to seen into different worlds
WEAKNESS: Boozer can raise or lower alcohol tolerance levels. Either way he isn't much for remembering what happened after a bender. When becoming intoxicated enough to gain abilities he usually blacks out. Not remembering a single thing of what happened the next morning. Loss of memory occurs after he hits the buzzed stage. Additionally his abilities do not come all at once, but in stages.
Tipsy - Boozer gains the ability of flight
Buzzed - Boozer gains heightened reflexes and agility and strength
Drunk - Boozer gains the ability of invisibility
Completely hammered - Boozer has access to all abilities and gains x-ray vision with the ability to see through walls and even see through trans-dimensional plains of existence
Because of his constant state of alcoholic impairment Boozer suffers from hallucinations. Even when not drinking. It is not uncommon for Boozer to be sitting there quietly and suddenly invaded by wild vivid hallucinations often times of a frightening nature. Boozer copes with this by drinking of course and only fuels the fire more. When drinking casually Boozer raises his tolerance levels so he doesn't get too drunk. Even for a super powered super drunk boozer becomes unable to walk straight lines at certain levels of drunkeness and becomes a much more sloppy fighter.
Likewise his ego becomes more inflamed the more he drinks, the bolder he becomes taking on fights that he really shouldn't even be involved in. Boozer has a bit of a reputation for causing trouble where trouble didn't need to be there. He can be his own worst enemy and all of his problems stem back to drinking.
FACE CLAIM. Ricki Hall
HEIGHT. 6'1
WEIGHT. 222 lbs
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Heavily tattooed
OVERALL. Boozer dresses sloppily. Usually a dirty ripped shirt and a pair of skinny jeans (mostly with holes in them) His cut is always on his shoulders and he always has the appearance of someone who was too intoxicated to color coordinate their clothing choicesPOSITIVE TRAITS. fun loving, happy go lucky, optimistic, spontaneous
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Impulsive, reckless, unpredictable, unfocused
OVERALL. Boozer is usually the guy who can be counted on for a good time. He is fun to be around and usually pretty much the life of the party. Boozer has problems with impulse control and is usually drunk off his ass. He functions, but he can usually be counted on to be wasted at any given moment no matter the time of day.
FATHER. Roger Norris (Owns a restaurant)
MOTHER. Dana Norris ( Housewife)
SIBLINGS. Janie Norris, Talia Norris, Nina Norris
OTHER FAMILY. The Black Saints
HOMETOWN. Augusta, Georgia
OVERALL Clyde comes from a big family. All Christians if you can believe that shit. Clyde was always the black sheep. The only boy out of 4 children he always liked to do things a little differently. His old man was a good christian but he had always had a bit of a romantic affair with the drink. His father was a drunk, but a good man. Always nodding off in the chair after a long hard day mumbling to himself how he could have been a professional ball player if it wasn't for his knee.
It's probably where Boozer got his love of alcohol from. And how he first discovered his powers. He found them by following in the old man's footsteps. Naturally he didn't tell his family about his abilities. They would have cast him out of the family can shamed him for being the work of Satan. Boozer maintains a shallow relationship with all of them, though they don't call him Boozer, to them he is just Clyde.
NAME. what we should call you
AGE. if you want
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