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004 // just dance on fire
Dec. 4th, 2011 04:16 am[ action; Welp.
Bro could say that tailor is a pretty kosher job as far as jobs go. Yes, he is entirely satisfied with this choice in career, and not bored even in the slightest. It's like Mayfield analyzed him and spoke to his truest of true callings, by which he means it went "oh he kinda likes sewing all right then take the most side-eyed career you can get." Actually, all the more suspicious manly drone behavior is kind of a plus. He only wishes they were easier to rock the boat with.
So yes, to make a long story short, Mister Strider is finally actually doing stuff in his new career as a tailor instead of idly sitting around in the store poking at shit. Hey, it's thread and needles, he can handle that. Maybe even snag some to take home if he's cool about it. Taking all the clients and flash-step measuring, that's just the way to be.
Don't worry about the sword. He's just very attached to it. Moral support since Lil Cal's not around.
Now he only has to get around to fabric and stuffing.... ]
[ phone, evening; ]
So this is the nine to five lifestyle, huh. Get up and walk on over to trouser central, live the most exciting damn existence since Cher's second-to-last last tour, do it again tomorrow. Been a while since I went out into the bona fide workforce.
Pretty cute. Not my style but you won't hear me gettin' all butthurt over a new routine. Even if it's amazing everyone didn't just lose their shit like monkeys in a barfight when they realized they had nothing to do in this decade. Takes tenacity. Gotta respect the survivors.
Bro could say that tailor is a pretty kosher job as far as jobs go. Yes, he is entirely satisfied with this choice in career, and not bored even in the slightest. It's like Mayfield analyzed him and spoke to his truest of true callings, by which he means it went "oh he kinda likes sewing all right then take the most side-eyed career you can get." Actually, all the more suspicious manly drone behavior is kind of a plus. He only wishes they were easier to rock the boat with.
So yes, to make a long story short, Mister Strider is finally actually doing stuff in his new career as a tailor instead of idly sitting around in the store poking at shit. Hey, it's thread and needles, he can handle that. Maybe even snag some to take home if he's cool about it. Taking all the clients and flash-step measuring, that's just the way to be.
Don't worry about the sword. He's just very attached to it. Moral support since Lil Cal's not around.
Now he only has to get around to fabric and stuffing.... ]
[ phone, evening; ]
So this is the nine to five lifestyle, huh. Get up and walk on over to trouser central, live the most exciting damn existence since Cher's second-to-last last tour, do it again tomorrow. Been a while since I went out into the bona fide workforce.
Pretty cute. Not my style but you won't hear me gettin' all butthurt over a new routine. Even if it's amazing everyone didn't just lose their shit like monkeys in a barfight when they realized they had nothing to do in this decade. Takes tenacity. Gotta respect the survivors.
003 // coffee's only a dime
Nov. 3rd, 2011 01:20 am[ Phone: ]
'sup, townies, it's Strider. Not the one with the beak and not the precious baby-face preteen one. Just puttin' out the call, what with all these recent alien shenanigans and swarms of shitty foam rubber monsters, plus my bein' bored, that I'm perfectly willing to work with ya here and there to try to help a few sorry asses properly prepare for life or death combat situations. Maybe spread a thing or two about the benefits of shades and never droppin' your poker face. Much like that great guru the Pickup Artist, I like to think everyone's got a chance to improve themselves and not die or misinterpret sweet shit as uncool.
Fair warning before anybody signs up to fly under the wing of your local king chaperone; badass and swag take hard work and commitment. Ain't got a sword but that's just fine.
[ Action: also known as why he is in such a good fucking mood and what else he's doing with it. It's not to say that Bro Strider has been spending time every day dicking around trying to get back online with the speed that took him a lifetime to build up to... except that that is exactly what he's been doing since Day One in Mayfield. Productive job? Serious investigations? Fuck that- he has to be able to kick six kinds of ass at a moment's notice. It's a way of life. One can imagine how pleased he was to open his special mail this morning. And Bro happens to know just how to celebrate it, too: by using his freshly regained flash-stepping abilities to cause shenanigans and let a select coolkid or two know that the status quo has just been properly restored.
TL;DR. All over Mayfield, strange little things are happening while someone gets his practice on and also just gets his kicks. Oh, did you just set something down next to you? Looks like it's suddenly somwhere else! Not missing- stealing does not fall into coolguy territory- but maybe on your other side. Possibly somewhere behind you. Something tapped you on the back? There may be an ironic neon-bright "ignore this sign" sign taped to your back. Very easy to remove. And it's really just a bunch of stuff like that in general- a very careful look into the vicinity will show a shoddily painted ventriloquist dummy looking in your direction.
Careful, it might just move. Depending on your levels of Dave Strider, it may be an omen of oncoming face-pappage.
Or, alternatively, Bro himself won't be impossible to see about town today, and he's yet to turn down conversation when he comes across it here. ]
'sup, townies, it's Strider. Not the one with the beak and not the precious baby-face preteen one. Just puttin' out the call, what with all these recent alien shenanigans and swarms of shitty foam rubber monsters, plus my bein' bored, that I'm perfectly willing to work with ya here and there to try to help a few sorry asses properly prepare for life or death combat situations. Maybe spread a thing or two about the benefits of shades and never droppin' your poker face. Much like that great guru the Pickup Artist, I like to think everyone's got a chance to improve themselves and not die or misinterpret sweet shit as uncool.
Fair warning before anybody signs up to fly under the wing of your local king chaperone; badass and swag take hard work and commitment. Ain't got a sword but that's just fine.
[ Action: also known as why he is in such a good fucking mood and what else he's doing with it. It's not to say that Bro Strider has been spending time every day dicking around trying to get back online with the speed that took him a lifetime to build up to... except that that is exactly what he's been doing since Day One in Mayfield. Productive job? Serious investigations? Fuck that- he has to be able to kick six kinds of ass at a moment's notice. It's a way of life. One can imagine how pleased he was to open his special mail this morning. And Bro happens to know just how to celebrate it, too: by using his freshly regained flash-stepping abilities to cause shenanigans and let a select coolkid or two know that the status quo has just been properly restored.
TL;DR. All over Mayfield, strange little things are happening while someone gets his practice on and also just gets his kicks. Oh, did you just set something down next to you? Looks like it's suddenly somwhere else! Not missing- stealing does not fall into coolguy territory- but maybe on your other side. Possibly somewhere behind you. Something tapped you on the back? There may be an ironic neon-bright "ignore this sign" sign taped to your back. Very easy to remove. And it's really just a bunch of stuff like that in general- a very careful look into the vicinity will show a shoddily painted ventriloquist dummy looking in your direction.
Careful, it might just move. Depending on your levels of Dave Strider, it may be an omen of oncoming face-pappage.
Or, alternatively, Bro himself won't be impossible to see about town today, and he's yet to turn down conversation when he comes across it here. ]
002 // i could be violet sky
Oct. 10th, 2011 09:08 pm[ Phone: ]
Got ourselves a regular hullabullo goin' on over this homecoming, don't we? Hey, I'm not even knockin' all y'all for it. Hell, I'm just waitin' for my official invite. Gonna head over and get my chaperone on.
Better practice dancing arms-length apart, kids, I'm gonna rename myself the Berlin Wall and start construction at the punch bowl. [ He is absolutely not actually going to do that in the slightest, wow. ] If anyone wants to learn to do the cabbage patch, I'm officially your all-knowing sensei of dance and other related shit.
Oh yeah. And where's a guy gotta go to buy a top hat and a monocle in this town?
[ backdated to earlier in the afternoon, and tags may come a bit slowly! ]
Got ourselves a regular hullabullo goin' on over this homecoming, don't we? Hey, I'm not even knockin' all y'all for it. Hell, I'm just waitin' for my official invite. Gonna head over and get my chaperone on.
Better practice dancing arms-length apart, kids, I'm gonna rename myself the Berlin Wall and start construction at the punch bowl. [ He is absolutely not actually going to do that in the slightest, wow. ] If anyone wants to learn to do the cabbage patch, I'm officially your all-knowing sensei of dance and other related shit.
Oh yeah. And where's a guy gotta go to buy a top hat and a monocle in this town?
[ backdated to earlier in the afternoon, and tags may come a bit slowly! ]
001 // it's a hard knock life
Sep. 18th, 2011 01:37 pm[ Phone: ]
Sup. First order of business, everyone calm the fuck down and let the professionals handle this. You know, the guys who've actually spent time preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I'm so in my element right now I'm crossing over into all the other ones, shit's just crazy.
And since I worked at a Best Buy for a week back in the day [ is that a lie? who even knows ], my job's gonna be to lead a rag-tag team to survival with my wit and charming attitude. Team Nougat's gonna be free-range in the way that means if you can't handle yourself, you're fucked. I'm just the supervisor, can't be everywhere at once. Sorry kids, won't be providing sack lunches either.
Go on and volunteer, folks. [ Annnd nope, not checking in on any Daves nopenope. Little man either answers or he doesn't; Bro's got shit to handle and he trained him to be prepared for this kind of bullshit. ]
[ Action: Alternatively, Mr. Strider can be found running around outside kicking zombie ass literally at any time, on any event day. Flexibility is key. Staying inside can be left to everyone else, he's taking full advantage of this situation while something is happening for a change. Unfortunately he doesn't have his sword back at this time, and he's pretty sure that his backup plan of picking one off ofDeadpool's Poopking's remains won't go through. But that's okay, there's still plenty of fun to be had now that something is actually happening. He'll just use the rake he found around the house.
...and whatever else he feels like using. Tires, irons, kitchen knives- if it can make a kill, then why not?
Bump into him anywhere! Running down the street. Running down another street. On a car, in the park, on your front lawn- possibilities are endless! He'll be the guy in the blue shirt with a shitty yellow store-logo-blob painted on the breast pocket.
Because that's just how you survive. ]
Sup. First order of business, everyone calm the fuck down and let the professionals handle this. You know, the guys who've actually spent time preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I'm so in my element right now I'm crossing over into all the other ones, shit's just crazy.
And since I worked at a Best Buy for a week back in the day [ is that a lie? who even knows ], my job's gonna be to lead a rag-tag team to survival with my wit and charming attitude. Team Nougat's gonna be free-range in the way that means if you can't handle yourself, you're fucked. I'm just the supervisor, can't be everywhere at once. Sorry kids, won't be providing sack lunches either.
Go on and volunteer, folks. [ Annnd nope, not checking in on any Daves nopenope. Little man either answers or he doesn't; Bro's got shit to handle and he trained him to be prepared for this kind of bullshit. ]
[ Action: Alternatively, Mr. Strider can be found running around outside kicking zombie ass literally at any time, on any event day. Flexibility is key. Staying inside can be left to everyone else, he's taking full advantage of this situation while something is happening for a change. Unfortunately he doesn't have his sword back at this time, and he's pretty sure that his backup plan of picking one off of
...and whatever else he feels like using. Tires, irons, kitchen knives- if it can make a kill, then why not?
Bump into him anywhere! Running down the street. Running down another street. On a car, in the park, on your front lawn- possibilities are endless! He'll be the guy in the blue shirt with a shitty yellow store-logo-blob painted on the breast pocket.
Because that's just how you survive. ]
