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i: the best sort of fun
Honestly? Dodger only came along because he was promised to find some real monsters to fight. He didn't sign up for the boring-ass ride on the transport truck, packed in with people he doesn't know, or the constant bothering by the perimeter guards to cover the basic safety training for the knife he'd grabbed. And well.. setting that guard's hand on fire probably wasn't the best first impression, but they let him come along once he calmed down so he guesses he got away with it.
Now that they're out in the forest, his eyes are darting all over the place as he lights probably his 50th cigarette that day, eager to find a fight. Some bush rustles, and he disappears in a flash of sparks to reappear near the bush, shoving his hands into it to find the creature's neck and smash its head into a nearby tree.
Might have been a monster, might have been a native animal. Might have been one of those pokemon Sycamore brought with him. Either way, it was way too easy a kill and he's looking a little disappointed as he teleports back to the group.
v: fucking VENDING MACHINES
The real worst part of the blackouts are when technology starts failing him. And none of that is as much of a betrayal as food betraying him.
"Oh motherfucker..." He mutters under his breath as the lights go out in this part of the city again... and the LED lights shut off of the vending machine he'd just fed five units to.
It's more of a minor inconvenience, as his first instinct after it misreading his money so many times is to just shove his fist into it and shatter the glass. And after a moment of cooling down, he decides to take what the machine owes him by just emptying out what seems like interesting snacks, to stock up for his own use.
If anyone passes by he'll offer a bag or two, but both his hand and the bags are covered in blood now. So that makes things a little awkward.
Jamie Dodger | OC
i: the best sort of fun
Honestly? Dodger only came along because he was promised to find some real monsters to fight. He didn't sign up for the boring-ass ride on the transport truck, packed in with people he doesn't know, or the constant bothering by the perimeter guards to cover the basic safety training for the knife he'd grabbed. And well.. setting that guard's hand on fire probably wasn't the best first impression, but they let him come along once he calmed down so he guesses he got away with it.
Now that they're out in the forest, his eyes are darting all over the place as he lights probably his 50th cigarette that day, eager to find a fight. Some bush rustles, and he disappears in a flash of sparks to reappear near the bush, shoving his hands into it to find the creature's neck and smash its head into a nearby tree.
Might have been a monster, might have been a native animal. Might have been one of those pokemon Sycamore brought with him. Either way, it was way too easy a kill and he's looking a little disappointed as he teleports back to the group.
v: fucking VENDING MACHINES
The real worst part of the blackouts are when technology starts failing him. And none of that is as much of a betrayal as food betraying him.
"Oh motherfucker..." He mutters under his breath as the lights go out in this part of the city again... and the LED lights shut off of the vending machine he'd just fed five units to.
It's more of a minor inconvenience, as his first instinct after it misreading his money so many times is to just shove his fist into it and shatter the glass. And after a moment of cooling down, he decides to take what the machine owes him by just emptying out what seems like interesting snacks, to stock up for his own use.
If anyone passes by he'll offer a bag or two, but both his hand and the bags are covered in blood now. So that makes things a little awkward.