orangetoughguy

Entry tags:

25th

education level
- high school (graduated)
- university (2 years)

employment experience
- food service
- retail
- automechanic

special skills
- firearms (advanced)
- vehicle operation (advanced)
- lift 150lbs, drag 185lbs

I go by Orange and I'm looking for work. I'm interested in anything. You name it, we'll talk.

[ooc: Backdated to midday!]

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Maria's ten. You're not that much better than her and she still likes bedtime stories and glitter stickers.

Ha. No one needs to be under my metaphorical hood after this weekend.

[Shut up you ain't no Nucky Johnson kingpin of crime either.]

Don't tell me you never held a real job.

Carpets need a good scrubbing, for starters.

[ How far can he take this... ]

Ten year old girls don't like the bedtime stories I tell.

Hey how's that treating you anyway? [He's not laughing. Aloud.]

Yeah, I did. But most of my real jobs don't involve knowing how to do shit specific to getting into the fucking Police Academy.

I don't have a steamer but I can figure out how to get one.

[How much access does he want Freddy having to his personal belongings??]

Are you fucking kidding me? Those assholes can't hit the side of a barn with an open can of beans.

[Pink should know. The only one who got hit was Brown. Meanwhile in a 5 mile radius, COPS DYIN' EVERYWHERE.]

No one likes the bedtime stories you tell.

Awkwardly. [She means between her and Cinna. They've spoken but the immense guilt and awkwardness is still there.]

That's for fucking sure. No fucking endurance, either.

That's bullshit. Let my board and me again become as one! For I must leave this place of madness! Now, I ride the eternal winds once more! And none shall ever be my master!