Post by mackaye99 on Sept 20, 2020 12:16:53 GMT -6
CHARLOTTE 'CHARL' SMITH
[Old Images]
(Left: Charlotte, Right: 'Doc' [Gone])
[Post-FSA]
Theme:
(Theme 2: Now With Added Edge)
Character Summary
North-England born gremlin, with a thing for tech and an accent thicker than Tori.
Currently cosplaying
Chaotic Asshole
Renegade < ████████ | ████████ > Paragon
Sanity
Bat Shit Crazy
Terrible < ████████ | ████████ | ████████ > Crystal Clear
Age: 23;
Date of Birth: September 27th, 2097;
Place of Birth: England, Europa;
Nationality: European;
Ethnicity: White;
Current Residence: Homeless (Couch Surfing);
Current Occupation(s):
Factory Worker;
(Part Time) Decker for Hire;
Factory Worker;
(Part Time) Decker for Hire;
Previous Occupation(s):
Tri-Tek, Assistant Junior Roboticist (Contract Terminated);
Tri-Tek, Assistant Junior Roboticist (Contract Terminated);
Education:
MSc Mechanical Engineering, Okinawa Institute of Science(Grant, Contract Terminated);
MSc Mechanical Engineering, Okinawa Institute of Science(Grant, Contract Terminated);
Marital Status: Single;
Status: "Maybe it woul'a been better t'stay downs."
"Nearly kicked th'bucket so many times, I shoul' keep a tally."
Near Death Experiences:
[1] - Robotics Lab Explosion.
[2] - Shot in the face by a callahan.
[3] - Punched. In the face. By an exo.
[4] - Zapped by a pizza hut drone. No - really.
[5] - Another burst. To to head. Thankfully had armour this time.
"Nearly kicked th'bucket so many times, I shoul' keep a tally."
Near Death Experiences:
[1] - Robotics Lab Explosion.
[2] - Shot in the face by a callahan.
[3] - Punched. In the face. By an exo.
[4] - Zapped by a pizza hut drone. No - really.
[5] - Another burst. To to head. Thankfully had armour this time.
Relationships:
"Worth" ~*~ "Mad Cunt" ~*~ "A'ight" ~*~ "Chill" ~ "Eh" ~*~ "Sketch Cunt" ~*~ "Wasteman"
Gideon Bradford
JinjiKallisto
Andrei Sokolov
Arthur'CRYPT3R' Lokbii
'Doc'
[Gone]
John Oslas
Raul Kirk
Tori Brookes
[Gone?]
Artyom Voaska
[Gone]
'Dominic'
[Gone]
Jasmine Taylor
MT-2
'Olivia'
'Deich'
[Gone]
Delilah Yokonaru
'Dina'
[Dead]
Dina 2.0
[Gone?]
'Jack'
[Gone?]
Kordell Chambers
[Gone]
Michael Georgia
[Matrix'd]
Miron Kokalev
Nikolai Russianlastname
[Dead]
'Slayer'
Sonja Antonay(?)
Whis Key
Ice-Sama
[Gone?]
Rebecca Yoker
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TriTek
Pizza Hut
Myself.
"Did I ge'cocky? Greedy? Or did I jus' thinks I 'ad it in th'bag, until it was too late's? M'I try'na be the seraphim, th'high'n'migh'y, or wus I jus' chasin' th'adrenaline high? Fuck if I know, cuh. A' th'end - it don' matters, either ways. I dun fucked up. Jus' another white trash hoe tryn'a survive - an' I failed. Terribly.
Here I iz, doin'at whole corny "life before me eyes" bullshite, starin' at a fuckin' ceilin' tha'prolly costs more'n'me lifes worth. Why? Am I's lookin' fer some kin'a fancy, sagely parable a'th'en'o'it alls? I figured's I'ds go outs like a champ, y'kno'? Gat in one 'and, bottle inna o'er. Or - hell - go down stan'in', f'summin'. Makes an impac' - do, summin.
But naw... Look at m'self. Wha'exac'ly 'ave I done? Did any o'it's matters? Did anythin', I do's - coun'? Was there any rhyme, reason, or - purpose, t'any o'th'bullshite I did? Did I e'en DO, anythin', whi'th'years I go'givens? I'unno wha's worse - no' knowin', or ge'in th'feelin it was all a poin'less waste o'time's, culmina'in' inna final whimper, only t'fade inty obscuri'y. Wors'a'all... I doub' anyone'll e'er knows wha'appeneds. M'jus' gon'ave... Disappeared, one day's. Prolly won' be misseds, either.
Ain' at a bitch."
[1] "Man - y'really went full edge, a'th'end o'it alls? Y'd think tha'pellet o'pew did y'summin' fierce. Fuckin' dumb cunt, you is, thinkin' y'worth shit fer dick. Grow up."
Death
[Third times the charm?]
(Feel free to ask to be added, I can't remember people off the top of my head - just put your full name down.Only if we've met, ofc - given Charlotte's now fertilizing some American's petunias.)
Sike, you thought.
Gideon Bradford
"Real decen' blokes. S'a fathers, toos - mad one. S'fun company's, an' seems t'be a real stand up lads. Mad one - good company's, an' - even though we'd only met once - seemed glads I didn' bite th'bullets.
Whe'er tha's fer his own gain, or genuine - i'unnuh. But he's awrigh'. S'always good t'meet a friendly face's.
[1] I'unnuh if's me jus' readin' too much inty it, but - dude seems t'be unner a lo'a pressures, recen'lys. All hush-hush, shizz I canny talk bouts, but... I'unnuh. Good lads don' deserves bad shit. Jus' ain' sures if there's anythin' I can do's t'elp'm - espec'ally if they's bein' a lil... Distan'. Maybe they'd's ge'lucky, meet someone's able t'lifts they spirits. Wan' nothin' bu'th'bests fer this lad - s'really genuine.
Also limber as FUCK yo. Like - holy SHIT, yo. Dang. All'm sayin', on tha'n. Heh."
Whe'er tha's fer his own gain, or genuine - i'unnuh. But he's awrigh'. S'always good t'meet a friendly face's.
[1] I'unnuh if's me jus' readin' too much inty it, but - dude seems t'be unner a lo'a pressures, recen'lys. All hush-hush, shizz I canny talk bouts, but... I'unnuh. Good lads don' deserves bad shit. Jus' ain' sures if there's anythin' I can do's t'elp'm - espec'ally if they's bein' a lil... Distan'. Maybe they'd's ge'lucky, meet someone's able t'lifts they spirits. Wan' nothin' bu'th'bests fer this lad - s'really genuine.
Also limber as FUCK yo. Like - holy SHIT, yo. Dang. All'm sayin', on tha'n. Heh."
Jinji
"Useds t'tutor me's, back inna uni days. An' now, uh - well. S'a funny one's. Didn'spec' t'sees 'em in this kin'a shite'ole. Figureds they 'ad they's life on lock. S'funny, how shit turns out's. Stills as deece as I remem'ers, maybes e'en more's. S'a shames she's... Like's me, now. Fucked over's, an' inna dirts. Blood on they 'ands. S'a real shames.
S'funny - yer th'las'thing on me minds when'm a' th'final hurdle's. How bou'at. Wish'd go't'see yiz, 'fore... Well. This. Sorry, luv. Seems I go'a trains t'catch - canny pump th'brakes f'anyone, no'e'en th'ones y'old close, fam. This' s'gon' be where I ge'offs.
I don' ge'it. Af'er all a'this times - y'still wan' know me's. Bu'y'ain'... The sames. Y'no'th'Jinji I knews, e'en if you sounds, an' looks like 'er. Summin's... Diff'ren. I don' blames yiz f'bein' distants - s'cool. I ge'it's. Don'old 'at agains' yiz. But.. Y'joined TriTek. I... Fuck.
I needs times t'think's.
[1] Still trusts yiz, en'o'th'days. Y'likes a sisters t'me's. Y'migh' seem - distant, a'times. Bu'tha'don' changes th'facts. I go'y'backs, hoe."
Andrei Sokolov
"Fellow grease monkey, knows 'is ways 'bout tech an' a wrench. Real decen' bloke - seems he's th'uncle o'Artyom. Seems t'give off 'at fatherly, ol' coot lookin' out fer th'young'ins vibe - at th'end o'th'day, though, he rucks like th'bes'o us.
Seems hellbents on 'elpin' me's whi'me issues. I'unnuh if I wan'at helps, but-... Yeh. I guess this is where I is. Jus' - don' get you or someone else hurts f'my sakes. Please.
Guess'm'ne'er gon' know's wha'appeneds. An' you migh' ne'er know I came back. I... I won'er if y'thinks I dipped. Go'me problems solveds, an' ran. I hope not's. I - wish I coul' tell yiz all 'at 'appeneds. Explain why I'ad t'vanish fer a wee while's. S'a shame that ain' likely t'appen's.
[1] Still go'me backs, af'er all this times. No expectations, o'any concerns - jus'... There. Righ' back inty th'swings o'it.
Thanks, uncle."
Seems hellbents on 'elpin' me's whi'me issues. I'unnuh if I wan'at helps, but-... Yeh. I guess this is where I is. Jus' - don' get you or someone else hurts f'my sakes. Please.
Thanks, uncle."
Arthur
"My kinda cunt. Dudes 'elpeds me's more'n once, an' s'no'a decen' lad t'be bouts. Kin'a person you'd 'ave a couple pints whi', an' 'en go fuck some pricks days up. S'no'whi'out 'is... Profesh-un-alism's. An' can be a lil - rudes, a'times. Bu'ee ain' 'alf bads, unna'th'surface's. Owe'm a wee bits, min'... Suppose I be'a try an' pay 'at off's.
Welp. I trieds, mates - hope y'go'th'files - or - some o'em. End o'it alls? I'd says it's worth it's. Though'I coul'pull it offs, but - 'parren'ly no'. M'sorry, man - bu' - was good t'see yiz one las' time's. En'a th'days - hope y'go'summin usefuls an' - as they say - family ain' who y'born whit, it's who y'dies for. Funny - didn' think it'ds ends so... Sudden.
[1] Y'v'ade a rough'n, Arty. Bu'y've also had me backs, through thick an' thin's. Yer a stand-up lad, end o'th'days.Y'needs anythin, I's y'girl. Family sticks togethers - bein' one foot inna grave ain' gon' changes 'at fa'me's. I... Know, I ain' exac'ly stables, upstairs mind. Bu'hey, all th'bes' people are.
I go'y'backs, cuh. I trust yiz t'do wha's needed if shit goes south's."
I go'y'backs, cuh. I trust yiz t'do wha's needed if shit goes south's."
'Doc'
[Gone]
"That fuggin' calendar- chris', dude is fuckin' FIRE. He's a righ' mad lad, too's,
kin'a cunt you take shots with at the bar an' then do lines of coke off a stripper's rear - all while crackin' skulls an' takin' names. Seems to be th'mas'er o'th'hussle - sellin' gats, drugs, smut, anythin' th'masses needs. An' boy, am I a recurrin' customer's.
That calendar was th'bes' purchase I mades, but fuck, I ain' gon' be ables t'look'at'm righ' any time soons, heh. Gon'ave to try an'no'drools.
Poor fucks go'a case o'th'blues, shite really ain' bein' good t'im. Sucks. Wish I coul' 'elp'm, but - s'only so much y'can do's. Ei'er ways - I go'is backs, inna ends.
Heards y'skipped towns - 'ad shizz t'do's in o'er places. S'cool - I 'ad m'own shizz t'do's. We's all go'our own paths. Jus' - hopes y'doin' a'igh'. Y'kno'th'struggles, af'er alls. Stay safe, homes."
kin'a cunt you take shots with at the bar an' then do lines of coke off a stripper's rear - all while crackin' skulls an' takin' names. Seems to be th'mas'er o'th'hussle - sellin' gats, drugs, smut, anythin' th'masses needs. An' boy, am I a recurrin' customer's.
John Oslas
"Saveds me arse more'n a couple times nows - couple'a frags here'n there's, he's takens f'me. Only mets'm said few times - an' in th'shop, f'works, but - I'unnuh. He's a lad, I reckons. Real deece lad, a'tha' - guess I owes him's a drink, o'summ'at, heh."
Raul Kirk
"Go'a decen' head on his shoulders. Real nice bloke - I dig'm. He ain'alf bads, an' - well, when I wus inna bi'o'a slumps, he helpeds pu'me on me feets once more's. Offered's me th'las'o'is drugs, too, so 'ats fuckin' baller. Guess I owes th'guy, but - jus' lookin' at 'im I can tell he's fuckin' leagues ahead o'me's, heh. No clues how I'd pay 'at back's.
Seems tha'don' matters when it comes t'biznizz... Feh.
I don'old its again'syiz. I - wish I coul'a tol'y'that's. Y'turneds y'life aroun' - an' I respec'at. S'more'n'I e'er dids. Trieds t'crawl outs, an'th'unnerworld jus' draggeds me back in - seems I ain'e'er done whi'th'girl. Till she did me in, heh. S'how it be sometimes.
[1] See - I's kin'a come to realize. You's a real fuckin' G. I dig th'rocker bar vibe y'set ups - an' y'seems to jus', I'unnuh. You's 'ad me backs, recen'ly's. Yer a lad, an' - hell, e'en if y'workin' up in some kin'a fancy job likes, y'still go'a bruiser street vibes about yiz. I dig it. An' if y'go'me backs - I go'yers. Y'need anythins, I's y'gal, cuh."
Tori Brookes
[Gone?]
"She's a right cool kid, an' a hot one at 'at. Go'some real chill fashion sense, an'a real wise crackin' noggin' on they shoulders. S'pretty deece t'be roun's, e'en if her an' Doc go'sum issues t'sorts. No clues how 'ats gon' goes, but - hey, she good in my books. Really knows how t'party proper likes, heh.
She's go'me backs. An' - I owes her fer'at. Jus' hopes it don' bites her in th'ass.
I 'eard y'go'kidnappeds. Was gon'elp saves yis. Guess I won' e'er knows how 'at wen'... Fuck, man. If there's anythin' I regrets, it's 'at. Jus'... Feel bad.
[1] Ain' seen yiz in a whiles... Hopes y'don' turn up deads. Agains."
She's go'me backs. An' - I owes her fer'at. Jus' hopes it don' bites her in th'ass.
Artyom Voaska
[Gone]
"Decen' bloke. Real chill, decen' dudes t'work with, an' seems to try n'make'sures th'people unner'is wings ain' dead weights. Seems t'be big dog in alla'is "Family" palaver, head honcho an'all 'at. He calls th'shots, an' we's takes'm fer'im. S'no'a bads lot, an' th'pays a'igh. Sometimes means we'go'a prune a few thorns, but - hey, 'at's th'biz. Jus'ope I don' end up bein' one o'em thorns.
Sorry, hoss. Guess'm'no'ge'in'at final paycheck, heh."
'Dominic'
[Gone]
"He's a real Em-Cee biker lad. Hangs whi'Doc, mos'a th'times, 'at I's seens. Seems at firs' t'be th'kin'a cunt who'd bottle ye fer'a pack o'smokes an' a back alley handy, but looks are deceiving's. Real street smarts dude, an' a fuckin' mad lad whi'a spray can. Part two o'me abomination o'a set o'kits was cursed - blessed? Blursed? - by this cunts 'ands - worth every credit. Any mate o'Docs issa mate o'mines, an' he's defs shown worth like 'at.
Fuckin' glorious bas'erd.
Didny'ge'a see yiz agains. Sucks. Y'seemeds like an awrigh' lad. I'll ge'y'a drinks in th'nex'un."
Fuckin' glorious bas'erd.
Jasmine Taylor
"Seems a decen' lass. Go'a bit o'a righteous air bou'ers, an' she's done a few sketch things cause o'it's. But - overalls? No'alf bads. Kin'a cutes, too's - but, maybe 'ats jus' cause she's at me levels, in more ways'n'one's. Go'en t'knows'er be'ers, an' - she ain' bads, s'deece. Kin'a sees meselfs in 'er - th'ol' me's. Before all this shite.
She's on 'ard times, likes - livin' onna streets. Fuck 'at noise - she can crash at my place, any times'. Stays as long as y'needs, homie.
Nae clues where y'wen'. Y'were awrigh', at leas' - but - hey. S'how it goes sometime's."
She's on 'ard times, likes - livin' onna streets. Fuck 'at noise - she can crash at my place, any times'. Stays as long as y'needs, homie.
MT-2
"Decen' bots, in some deep debt shizz like I is - at leas' he's no'in th'grinders as a results. Seems a'igh', go'a real personalities' abouts'm, minds. Can seems a lil uh - petulant? A'time's? I'unnuh - but, well. He's a'igh', an' he's family a'th'end'o'th'day's. So I go'is back's. Er... Her's, backs? No'gon'lies - canny tell's, heh.
Lil' dinky robbit in th'shell, nows - an' y'go'pals. Was good seein' a familiar face, once I's was back... E'en uh - if it was brief Godspeed y'magnificen' fuck."
'Olivia'
"Seems a real pushovers - no'a figh'ers, genetic fuckups fra'births - s'kin'a person who's gon' ge'cheweds to shite real fasts in this kin'a worlds. Bu'she ain' bads - she's awrigh', seems likes a nice lass. Smarts'n, too's - feels she's like's me's. Dodgy voice makes peoples sees 'er as thick as pig shite.
Naw. She's no'go'many peeps, so - well. May's as well do summin' goods fer once, an' looks out fer th'squirt, aye? Hell. She ain' bad company's, an' goods whi'er works.
[1] Shoul'show yiz th'workshop, sometimes."
Naw. She's no'go'many peeps, so - well. May's as well do summin' goods fer once, an' looks out fer th'squirt, aye? Hell. She ain' bad company's, an' goods whi'er works.
[1] Shoul'show yiz th'workshop, sometimes."
'Deich'
[Gone]
"S'an awrigh' lad, fra'th'north likes, real gid types'a droid's. Cunt's a righ'ol big'n, toppin' nine feet'o'steel an' builts likes a fuckin' wreckin' ball. Real tough, an' fuckin' brutals at 'at - s'gi'a fuckin' promo reel o'is antics, an' seems t'be leadin' some kin'a robo-lution types shizz.
Nae'aff'tae'lies - kin'a scares me's.
Ghos'ed, like mos'a m'pas'. S'a shames - y'seemed... Scary, sures, but y'also 'ad th'spirit an' th'drive in yiz. Nae ill will, y'big metal bas'ard.."
Nae'aff'tae'lies - kin'a scares me's.
Delilah Yokonaru
"Decen' lass, auged up t'fuck an' totin' th'merch to put its t'action's. Th'kin'a smokin'ot lass 'at's able t'kick y'ass inty next tuesday's if y'fucks whi'em, bu'they'ain'alf bads. Helpeds me ge'on me feets, 'ere, an' solds me a few bits o'kit, inna past's. Decen' lass in my books.
S'been a whiles, an' y'still seems much th'sames. Heh - familiar faces an'all 'at. S'a shame, think I still owes yiz a drink, which'm ne'er gon' ge't'cash in's. Y'gon' be a'igh', though, inna end o'it alls - y'seem t'ave y'lifes sets. Good on yiz - good on yiz."
[Dead]
"Seemeds deece - tech junkie, an' peddler. Sells some purty deece gadgets'n'shizz, 'seems. S'probs a decen' source a'kit.
Lass go'erself fraggeds... Feh. Can'ave shite in Japan."
Lass go'erself fraggeds... Feh. Can'ave shite in Japan."
Dina 2.0
[Gone?]
"Fuck knows if y'askeds f'this. Fucks knows if y'deserveds, this. Fuck - it ain' righ'. Dead ough'a rests, they's earnt 'at much's. Migh' be colds t'yiz, but - I ain' mads at you's. You ain' done nothin' wrong's. But whiche'er cunt broughts y'back? If I finds outs it wus fer they's own benefits, in some kin'a fucked up self-serving bullshite 'at I hope it ain'..?
Gon' paints th'city sanguine an' scarlet.
Ain' gon' say I understands why y'dids it, but - hey. Was y'own choice's, at leas'. Tha'settles 'at'un."
Ain' gon' say I understands why y'dids it, but - hey. Was y'own choice's, at leas'. Tha'settles 'at'un."
'Jack'
[Gone?]
"Don' knows y'full names. Bu'y'awrigh' in my books. Y'ad people come af'er me arse, try an' ge'me outs af'er y'heards I was still tickin's - I... Don' know why y'd bothers. S'no'likes 'm of decen' use t'yiz - jus' ano'er street rat merc, aye? An' yets... I almos' wish y'ad'n'.
...Thanks. Though. Really. Owes y'one's, Jack. Jus'... Don' knows how I can pay 'at backs.
[1] Thinks I heard y'skipped downs. Some kin'a - work, stuffs. Dang."
...Thanks. Though. Really. Owes y'one's, Jack. Jus'... Don' knows how I can pay 'at backs.
[1] Thinks I heard y'skipped downs. Some kin'a - work, stuffs. Dang."
Kordell Chambers
[Gone]
"Decen' dude, this'n. Seems th'simple, straigh'forwards types. No'very, uh - engagin's, inna end. S'no'a bad things - but end o'th'days, th'dude knows his shit's. S'a real class acts, whi'all o'is core-tek shizz. No'a bad dudes, seems a'igh' in my books, at leas'. Does, seem th'kin'a cool kid t'ge'desp'rates, though - so - migh' be a loaded gun this'un.
Fucker go'MINTED. Like - gol' chain, rich, this mad lad. Fuckin'ell - s'weird, seein' all'a'is - change. But at leas' y'ain' inna casket, aye? Good on yiz, doin' awrigh' f'y'selfs, man.
[1] Rich as fuck, now, man. Chris'. Nae time for us down 'ere no more - don' e'er forgets y'roots."
Michael Georgia
[Matrix'd]
"Decen' dudes, a lil'... Quirky, bu'decen'. S'defs a righ'ol' charac'er, an' while he 'elped ge'me on me feets, when I firs' came 'ere, he's... Y'kno'. Lil' quirky's. S'no'a bad things, mind's, still a deece dude's. Jus'... Walkin' inty'a shops, an' seein' racks on racks o'2D tiddy ain' th'bes' introduc'shun, heh.
Turneds'm sellfs inty'an AI. Funniest shizz I e'er did seens.
[1] ...New him, seems a'igh'. Strange, but - a'igh'. Then agains, he ain' e'er been normals t'begin whit. A'igh' lad."
Miron Kokalev
"Decent cunt. Street samurai types, merc lot's. Likes t'think he's a'igh', real chill bloke's like. Go'en inty'a bi'o troubles, e'ery now'n'thens - an' hey, y'fuck whi'me friends, y'fucks whi'me's. Figureds if I en'eds up inna shites, this dude'd probs lend a hands - so why shouldn' I do th'sames, eh?
You's a'igh'.
Seems he's th'kin'a fuck y'o'er fer a quick buck. Stings worse than any punch's y'can throws, y'speedy fucknut. I'unnuh wha't'thinks no more's, on 'at one's. Jus' - go'a prays he don' get paids t'finish th'jobs sometime's.
...Y'kno, there's wus a times when I kin'a 'ad a things f'yiz. Maybs 'at 'ole - stoic, lone samurai vibe tickeds some kin'a boxes, i'unnuh. Then y'tossed me inty'th'groun' an' broke a rib'r'two's. I - don'olds it again's yiz. Wish I coul' say 'at. Y'dids wha'y'ad t'do's t'survive's. But... S'how it be. Money's wha'makes th'worl' go roun's - an' I ain' no saints, either. Stay safes, frien' - stay safes.
[1] I lived bitch."
Nikolai Russianlastname
[Dead]
"Chill dude, me'im once're'twice's. Firs' times we mets, his godly 'ands blessed me's whi'an unholy abomination o'a camo vests. S'fuckin' godlikes - one o'em things 'at jus' screams big dick energy's. I love an' hate its, at th'sames time - but fuck - if I can ge'a full sets like this? Naebody's gon' stop th'mad lad within fra'ge'in' outs. S'gon' be gloriously chaotic.
You's createds a monsters, cuh.
Took'at ves't'm'graves. Tol'yiz I'd's keep's it's - f'be'er or worse, she serveds me well's. Hats off t'yiz, fer wha'it's worths.
[1] Heards y'go'canned. Sucks, cuh. Pourin' one outs f'yiz - godspeed, y'glorious fucknut."
You's createds a monsters, cuh.
'Slayer'
"Don' knows his whole name. Dude sells guns, an' has one wicked sick helmet. No-shit, to th'poin' lad, straigh'forward likes. Seems a'igh'."
Sonja Antonay(?)
"She's an a'igh'n, seems t'be in th'same kin'a spots I is - flat brokes an' needin' th'cash, at time's. I ain' spillin' no tea, bu'she's a'igh' in my books. Thinks she go'er ass nabbeds by some gangster types, a while backs - s'rough'n, 'ats. Shames we couldn' finds'er. e'en if we trieds lookin's.
Feh - y'ain' deads, at leas'. Migh'asks y'bou'at story's, o'er a drink o'summ'at. Coul' be a good time waster's."
Feh - y'ain' deads, at leas'. Migh'asks y'bou'at story's, o'er a drink o'summ'at. Coul' be a good time waster's."
Whis Key
"Doc dudes, real fancy swords an' suits lookin' - lil' bi'o'a corpo vibes to'm, knows he useds t'work at th'opsitals, now he's up inna fac'try. Uhh... Shades are deece, bu'I ain' really, uh - mets'm much's. Seems a'igh', I guess, ain' go'any complaints like's. S'go'is heads an' hearts inna righ' place at leas'.
I'unnuh if y'gon' be able t'patch this'n up, doc."
Ice-Sama
[Gone?]
"Who? Oh - shite, th'drug dealin' droids? Hoodie an' shizz? Yeh - uh - seems a'igh', I guess?"
Rebecca Yoker
"Met once or twice. Y'kickeds me teeths in fae'a paychecks, fra'TriTek too's. So - eh. I don' blames yiz, works works af'er alls. An' it was a while backs. S'in th'pas', but - eh. Fuggit. Y'seems a'igh' I guess. Slag."
?̸͚̞̩̻̩͇͛̄̀͗͒͊͗̐̚?̵͓̇͌̍̆̑̊̅?̶̮͚͓̱͎͇̺̔̓͐̈́͆͊͘̚?̷̱̺͍́̓̓̍͝?̷̧̜̹͎̝͓̘̘̞̝̤̂̇̀̈́̊
"Y'go' shit aim. Jus' sayin's. Like - y'ad me t'rights, an' - y'botched its. So - whit. Y'coul' gloats? Tryin' t'be all classy an' cool kid, an' shit?
We both knows wha'appens nex'. Y'sees - mans more like t'change than die, e'en if y'stats won' tell you's why tha'migh' be's. Bu'you already knew 'ats - didn' yiz? Why else woul'we be here's?
Don' cares how long it takes. We's gon' sees each o'er agains - an' this times, I won' be af'er y'data. Take 'at as you will's.
[1] Try an' catch me nows, fucker."
We both knows wha'appens nex'. Y'sees - mans more like t'change than die, e'en if y'stats won' tell you's why tha'migh' be's. Bu'you already knew 'ats - didn' yiz? Why else woul'we be here's?
Don' cares how long it takes. We's gon' sees each o'er agains - an' this times, I won' be af'er y'data. Take 'at as you will's.
[1] Try an' catch me nows, fucker."
TriTek
"Bas'uard coateds bas'urds whi'bas'urd fillin's. No qualms whi'puttin' a cap in any o'these cunts. Th'kin'a vultures 'at'll no'gi'a fuck if y'ain'elpin' they's cause. An' when they's done whi'yous, or you's become a burdens? In th'trash you goe's, where y'belong's.
Hang'm like the rats they is."
Hang'm like the rats they is."
Pizza Hut
"Yo fuck your pizza cunt - ain' even nice. I canny ge'th'smell o'tomato sauce outta me hairs, ech.
I hope someone salts y'coffee."
I hope someone salts y'coffee."
Here I iz, doin'at whole corny "life before me eyes" bullshite, starin' at a fuckin' ceilin' tha'prolly costs more'n'me lifes worth. Why? Am I's lookin' fer some kin'a fancy, sagely parable a'th'en'o'it alls? I figured's I'ds go outs like a champ, y'kno'? Gat in one 'and, bottle inna o'er. Or - hell - go down stan'in', f'summin'. Makes an impac' - do, summin.
But naw... Look at m'self. Wha'exac'ly 'ave I done? Did any o'it's matters? Did anythin', I do's - coun'? Was there any rhyme, reason, or - purpose, t'any o'th'bullshite I did? Did I e'en DO, anythin', whi'th'years I go'givens? I'unno wha's worse - no' knowin', or ge'in th'feelin it was all a poin'less waste o'time's, culmina'in' inna final whimper, only t'fade inty obscuri'y. Wors'a'all... I doub' anyone'll e'er knows wha'appeneds. M'jus' gon'ave... Disappeared, one day's. Prolly won' be misseds, either.
Ain' at a bitch."
[1] "Man - y'really went full edge, a'th'end o'it alls? Y'd think tha'pellet o'pew did y'summin' fierce. Fuckin' dumb cunt, you is, thinkin' y'worth shit fer dick. Grow up."
[Third times the charm?]
"Ligh'nin' don' strikes twice? S'no such things as a third chance? Hahaha - ge'knotted, y'smarmy git. Y'jus' really canny finish me off, can yiz? Won' le'me lives, won' le'me dies. Whit - y'af'er a jobbie o'sumfucks? Feh!
Y'ain' countin' me downs an' out yet, hoe. M'still kickin' an' breathin'."
Y'ain' countin' me downs an' out yet, hoe. M'still kickin' an' breathin'."
(Feel free to ask to be added, I can't remember people off the top of my head - just put your full name down.
Sike, you thought.