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{ Oop here to make mistakes! I'd like to reapp Junkrat from Overwatch. My OOC contact is @D3dans and the app page is /app. Date is 1/15/2021! }
Welcome back!
You’ll be staying in HOUSE 150.
You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!
Enjoy your stay!
– mod maia
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IF IT FITS IN YA MOUTH AND DOESN’ KILL YA, IT’S EDIBLE!
– jamison "junkrat" fawkes ( @scrapfragger )
ah... tall tell signs of a junker. loud noises, scorch marks, and general mayhem, he slowly begins to follow the trail, head down, before he slowly peers up, ah. he’s ran into just the idiot he’s looking for. and quietly walks up and over, looming over him as he normally did, before grunting to get his attention.
never fear junkrat. roadhog is here. || @scrapfragger,
scrapfragger liked your starter call!
Alright, so. This was NOT Earth, or Foodcourtia, or.... anything that Zim knew anything about. Sure, the place looked a little bit like Earth, but also not really, and on top of that, he seemed to have crash landed here.
Only... there was no ship? Not his own, not any ship he could recognize actually, and that made him feel some kind of... emotion.
Of course, the solution to feeling some kind of way was to scream at the first flesh-person he saw.
“HEY! YOU! FLESH-WORM! I DEMAND YOU TELL ME WHERE I AM AT ONCE OR ELSE SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!”
@scrapfragger ( sc. )
❝ fireworks, huh ? plannin’ on celebratin’ somethin’ or did y’just get yer explosives taken from ya too ? ❞
it’s amusing, really && she’s definitely laughing at his expense -- though it wasn’t like she’d been given anything better seeing as b.o.b was still tiny. at least she had her viper back. everything they were initially given seemed to be replaced with something equal or comical at best so she ventured a guess as to what could have been possibly taken.
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🎶 | JAMESON "JUNKRAT" FAWKES // @SCRAPFRAGGER001 // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| IT is a curious stench -- an IRRADIATED smell -- and a strange hum, an unfamiliar song crackling, splintering in the air. Whatever the smell is, it stands out like the moon against the night sky. It pierces into his bones; it BURROWS under his skin. Eyes flicker, brow furrowing, a sharpness as the hairs on the back of his arms and neck pull taut. The lack of care that others put into themselves could be ASTOUNDING.
EVEN so, the limits of one's own intellectual curiosity could never be squashed so easily, and so, while he may regret the action in the future he floats towards that -- that smell, rounding a corner to peer through a chain link fence ( and a do not enter sign ) into the back of the head of an UNFAMILIAR figure scrabbling over what may very well be a mountain of health hazards — objects upon objects cradled with rust, sand and dirt in their grooves and crevasses, screeching metals. He blinks. Twice.
POOR fool might just get himself killed. He's already halfway there, at any rate.
HANDS brace against the chained links of the fence, and instead of pulling himself over, he simply floats -- vaulting over the barrier. Not too different from being in space ( so beautiful … so cold … ) he drifts and drifts, looking down at the young man from the top of the mountain. ❝What is it that you seek? It would be much easier for me to drop it from this height.❞ Consider him curious.
Got a couple of things IRL that need managing, so I think for right now until things settle I'll be dropping Junkrat from Overwatch. He was housed in HOUSE 120. Sorry everyone
Dropped for you!
– mod maia
🎶 | @SCRAPFRAGGER // “I’ll never put on pants.” ↪ MEME // NOT ACCEPTING
✧*:･ﾟ| ❝YOU are going to get yourself arrested you little junker—!!❞ Rather put out he is by the ALWAYS FILTHY scoundrel, Siebren places a hand upon the Australian's shoulder and pulls him back with a tug. ❝Please tell me you're wearing UNDERWEAR, at least.❞
