[ So. This isn’t where he was sleeping last. These aren’t his clothes. These definitely aren’t the shitty, prison-issue blankets.
Something isn’t right. And that makes it a threat.
Gabe scrambles up, fighting to get his feet under him. And then promptly slams head first into the wall. ]
Motherfucker!
Block Party
[ Try as he might, being antisocial isn’t going to get him anything. Gotta make friends or he’ll be playing this game entirely on his own, which rarely goes well for anyone. Need friends to watch his back so he doesn’t get stabbed, or have his head caved in by some enterprising soul with a rock.
Not that there’s been much in the way of violence since he got tossed in here, but Gabe’s a practical soul. Give it time.
So he shows up. He’s dressed more or less in regular clothes, more or less normal looking except for the knives he’s got hidden up his sleeve and in a modified ankle holster. He plants himself with his back to the fence, where no one can sneak up on him, and keeps his cane tucked under his arm. Look at him being social. There’s probably no hiding the cane, since he refuses to let a stranger guide him around, but he keeps it at least slightly out of sight.
He can always use it to smack people, if he gets bored. ]
What’d you want?
[ He fights to keep his tone something close to even. There are entirely too many people hanging around. Getting in his space. ]
Wildcard
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Gabe Rodriguez | Original | OTA
[ So. This isn’t where he was sleeping last. These aren’t his clothes. These definitely aren’t the shitty, prison-issue blankets.
Something isn’t right. And that makes it a threat.
Gabe scrambles up, fighting to get his feet under him. And then promptly slams head first into the wall. ]
Motherfucker!
Block Party
[ Try as he might, being antisocial isn’t going to get him anything. Gotta make friends or he’ll be playing this game entirely on his own, which rarely goes well for anyone. Need friends to watch his back so he doesn’t get stabbed, or have his head caved in by some enterprising soul with a rock.
Not that there’s been much in the way of violence since he got tossed in here, but Gabe’s a practical soul. Give it time.
So he shows up. He’s dressed more or less in regular clothes, more or less normal looking except for the knives he’s got hidden up his sleeve and in a modified ankle holster. He plants himself with his back to the fence, where no one can sneak up on him, and keeps his cane tucked under his arm. Look at him being social. There’s probably no hiding the cane, since he refuses to let a stranger guide him around, but he keeps it at least slightly out of sight.
He can always use it to smack people, if he gets bored. ]
What’d you want?
[ He fights to keep his tone something close to even. There are entirely too many people hanging around. Getting in his space. ]
Wildcard
[ Go nuts. And feel free to do stuff with family members and what not. Send me a PM or hit me up at