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Yo', I obviously ain't here, motherfucker, so say whatever you was gonna tell me after the beep.
classywigger: (dammit)
So today I was out an ran into some fucker in a hood, couldn't understand a word outta his fuckin' mouth. Probably speakin' Greek or some shit like that. Also wore gloves. Probably had leprosy. MILA.

Then I had to wait for a bus to take me home, and a bird took a shit on me. FML.

[OOC: Anyone can comment with "Your life sucks" or "You deserve it".]
classywigger: (damanding)
That is it! Enough is enough! I've had it with these motherfuckin' birds and motherfuckin' pigs in this motherfuckin' City!
classywigger: (seriously?)
[Rummy's packing today. Couple of pistols, a switchblade, and other weapons. He also keeps looking around constantly.]

These things startin' to freak me the fuck out.

[He turns the device a little as he looks to the left. The screen shows a statue near him to his right. He looks in that direction and let out a loud swear.]

Gotta go.

[/End Video]
classywigger: (thinking)
I wrote down "eggs" on the shoppin' list, after eatin' the last two for breakfast. Would've bought some the other day, 'cept the fuckin' curse made me forget. Least I did't forget where I packed my heat. That would'a sucked big time.

I thought 'bout goin' out and buyin' a new coat, since winter's almost here and it gonna get fuckin' freezin' soon.

It was 'bout this time that I got to cleanin' my guns and making sure my switchblade still worked. Had one get stuck one time, nearly cut my finger off tryin' to get it out.
classywigger: (we suck)
[Rummy comes out of his bathroom, looking like hell. He also looks like he had to wash his face off just now and isn't wearing his glasses.]

I ain't cleanin' that up.

[/end video]
classywigger: (eye roll)
Ya' know what, I don't even care anymore.

Freaks, weirdos, gay commies, infomercial salesmen, whatever. Let's just get this over with.

[ooc: Anything goes. Threadjacking encouraged.]
classywigger: (smiling)
Eveythin's back to the way it was, and I got my arm outta that fuckin' cast. [He raises his formerly-broken arm and wags his fingers.] Still iches sometimes, though.

After all this, I ain't never gonna be able to watch a black and white film again for a long time.
classywigger: (dammit)
[See Rummy. See Rummy with lime green cornrows and looking disgruntled.]

A'right, who's the smartass motherfucker who fucked with my shampoo?

Y'all fess up, I might not pop a cap in yo' ass.
classywigger: (female)
[The video opens to a woman with blonde cornrows, wearing Rummy's one-size too large clothes.]

This ain't fuckin' funny, City, y'all hear me? Don't get me wrong, I like tits, but not when they on me.

[She looks to the side at a mirror, and the cleavage that's clearly visible thanks to how deep the tank top's neck is. Suddenly her tone gets a bit more pleased and mischievous.]

...Then again, it could have its up side.

[She turns the video off.]

[OOC: Rummy has been turned into a woman. She also probably sounds like a black woman, since Rummy is voiced by a black actor.]
classywigger: (we suck)
[The video shows Rummy in a hospital bed, his arm in a cast and sling.]

A'right, I'll admit it. Climbin' and jumpin' off that street lamp was a real bad idea.

I don't even get no sponge bath for this.

[End video]
classywigger: (huh?)
Man, I just realized that's it's almost been a fuckin' year since I got here. It's fuckin' rediculous. I need a beer.

[Still holding the device, he goes to the kitchen and opens his fridge. As he grabs a beer, his hand seems to spark and he pulls back.]

Fuckin' static.

[He grabs the beer again and puts down the device to open it. He takes a sip, then makes a weird face.]

Why's this beer taste like Mountain Dew?

[OOC: Rummy has the lame powers curse. His power is the ability to change beverages into other beverages.]
classywigger: (smiling)
[Rummy's got himself occupied at the blackjack table, surrounded by sexy women. And one sexy man. It's Vegas, nobody's going to blink at a little thing like experimenting with going both ways.]

Hit me.

[Dealer does so. 21.]

Aw yeah! Drinks are on me!

[He draws the chips towards him.]

How 'bout another round? Whaddaya say ladies and gent?

[His posse nod eagerly.]

A'right, here we go!
classywigger: (smirk)
[Rummy's device is propped up in the perfect spot where one can see him with a very large, infalated balloon.]

A'right, y'all, prepare to have yo' minds blown.

[He stretches the balloon's opening and sticks his head in, and before long he's got his whole upper body inside it. Then it begins to deflate. One might be able to hear a grumpy "oh shit" as it deflates around him.]

This 's gonna be tricky to get out of.

[Video cut off on its own.]

[OOC: He's mimicking this video. He may or may not have seen it before.]
classywigger: (sigh)
This again? A'right, let's get this over with. But you crazies better keep within 50 feet a' me.

[OOC: In other words, come and get him crazies.]
classywigger: (seriously?)
[The video opens to Rummy sitting as high as he can in a very tall tree. Some of his cornrows are coming undone, his suit is dirty and his coat is slightly torn near the bottom.]

Look, I really fuckin' hate to do this but... I'm really, really in a tight spot here. I tried to go for the egg, and the motherfuckin' lizards jumped out at me! Managed to shoot a few of 'em dead, but, well, look!

[He points the device down so the audience can see the oviraptors at the bottom, circling the tree. An AK-47 is down there as well.]

I had to drop my weapon just to get up here. Look, it been almost two hours and they ain't givin' up, and Imma 'bout to starve or dehyrdate up here! I need help!

[Video ends.]
classywigger: (just go)
[Rummy's comfronted by an unexpected camera crew, and he's probably resisting the urge to whip out his glock.]

Here we have Gin Rummy, a former solider from the small town of Woodcrest. So, Rummy, you've been here in the City for almost a year now, haven't you?

Guess so.

You must have seen some pretty impressive things and gone through some amazing curses.

Some I'd like to fuckin' forget, thank you.

I'm sure. I bet you miss your friend Ed III, don't you?

[Shrug.] Well duh. It'd make things a hell of a lot easier. Then again, he's probably safter back home.

We also understand you've recently come out as bi-curious.

Hey, a fuckin' curse made me admit that!

Have you gotten an opportunity to satisfy that curiosity?

That's it, this interview's over!

[He whips out his gun and fires a few shots into the air. The camera shakes as the cameraman panics and shuts off the video.]
classywigger: (thinking)
Man, finally got my place straightend out again after all that shit with the big birds. If I never have to nail my windows shut again it'll be too fuckin' soon.

[Filtered to Dr. Mrs. The Monarch.]

Hey, supervillain lady, I got yo' message. In case you hadn't noticed, the harpy crisis and aftermath made things a little fuckin' difficult for anyone to get anything done. Didn't even get a chance to make the deal until a few days ago.

Point is, I got the goods. You better have the dough.

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