classywigger | Entries tagged with curse

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".]

That is it! Enough is enough! I've had it with these motherfuckin' birds and motherfuckin' pigs in this motherfuckin' City!

[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]

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.

[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]

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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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]

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.]

[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!

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[As the feed starts, a black rat snake is looking into the screen and almost appears to be smiling.]

I'm back, bitches.

[Rummy's voice calls from another room.]

Hey, the fuck you talkin' to?

[A pale hand comes into view and picks up the snake.]

Nobody, nigga. Just everybody.

Oh for fuck's sake.

[Rummy lifts the device so he can talk directly into it.]

Yeah, the fuckin' daemon's back.

[With that he turns off the feed.]

Gin Rummy

American Patriot
He died doing what he loved

[He gets a surprise when he checks it sometime later.]

What the fuck?

Think I cut my [bleep]ing thumb today. Hurts like a [bleep].

Ran into that [bleep]ing car, robot, thing the other day. Called me a meatbag and told me to get lost.

Huh, that time again huh? Maybe I'll have better luck this time. No fuckin' electric men...

If anyone sees a redhead who likes to shout, shoot stuff, and wear bling, lemme know. Said bling is a large 'W' chain. Just don't tell him I've found myself forced to use nigga technology. He'd never lemme hear the end of it.

If the Gay Commie and his fuckin' boyfriend show up, I'm gonna pop a cap in someone's ass.

[OOC: Anybody is free to pop in. Action is welcome.]

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