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b>OOC Information:
Name/Alias: Red
Age: (must be 15 or over) 21
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IC Information:
Character Name: Badou Nails
Name that appears on plaque: Badou Nails
Character Journal: notkinkypatch
Canon: DOGS: Bullets and Carnage
Point in Canon: Chapter 49 and a bit beyondish
Age: 21
Birthday: (head canon) July 13th
Appearance: Badou is a tall, lanky young man with bright red hair cut to the middle of his back, an eye patch over his right eye, a deep scar across his right hand, a cigarette practically stuffed between his lips twenty four seven, and an impeccable dress style that appears to be whatever he can find on sale without a care for fashionista outrage. Also seen here:





Abilities: Badou has the average strength, endurance and abilities as a normal human being, aside from perhaps the uncanny speed he displays when running the opposite way of danger and foes (even with a smoker‘s lung capabilities), or the deadly accuracy his marksmanship seems to possess whenever he has one of his nicotine fits and the way he handles his Mac 10’s. He also is very good at coming up with exit strategies for the trouble he gets into, though he doesn’t always get a chance to use them (read as: he gets his ass put in a sling first) If getting into trouble in the most uncanny situations counts as an ability, Badou was born with it.



Personality: Badou is a loud, obnoxious, sarcastic, blunt and rather personable young man, who has grown to be very dependant on himself, though occasionally as much as he jokes about it, he has come to follow through with a few routines and depends on his partner Heine and a few others he has befriended over the years, and he isn’t too close to most people aside from Heine and Mimi, who he still bickers with constantly. (Or well they harass him, he acts like a smartass and they make him cr- I mean scream). He’s close to Bishop (loliconfuck) and Granny Liza in a professional sense, and perhaps with little Nill and Naoto in a ‘we’re all in this bullshit together and you have to see my ass streaking by’ way. At a quick glance this sloppy crude mouthed brat looks like your typical comical relief character with a knack for trouble, and on a basic standpoint, sure that is legit. Plus his moods are about as snappy and frazzled as a teenage girl, minus all the blood- …well no never mind. But for all his joking around, crude, lame humor and laid back outlook, he has a desperate way of life. He lives from paycheck to paycheck, alone, always on the run or at the ledge of some Deep Shit, and even after a brief mention of saving for the future to Heine, he doesn’t seem to have much of an idea, just the worries of the present, day to day future. Disregarding some of the ridiculous crap he spews, he’s practical. Not in the sense that he splurges his paychecks on cigarettes, crappy take out and presumably porn, but he knows when he’s at his limit and knows when action A will lead to consequence A, unlike his brother, the dreamer of the pair, he knows when to quit. Most of the time, anyway, and with very few broken teeth, black eyes or bruised ribs. (This also definitely doesn’t mean he pays his bills on time, he’s too busy or just barely scraping by enough for the essentials, there’s a regression in the economy, y’know) All of this probably paints Badou out to be a giant dork, and while that may be right, he’s sharp as a knife though his actions definitely speak otherwise at times, observes and tucks away until a later date, and is always very good at coming up with a quick, brief solution to a problem or a quick exit (demonstrated in the manga when, after another display of badassary when jumping through a window to weed information from a gang leader his darling partner had ‘kissed on the cheek’, he kicked a heavy desk into the approaching thugs and booked it out of there)- so he can be a little badass, but only in short spurts.



He likes to use excuses for helping people out of jams, usually the fact that it’s work related, or he just felt like it, but hard boiled bragging rights aside, he does have the need to help those he sees in front of him, especially people he’s grown fond of, (not to do too much work, of course, because that would be overtime) and naturally grumble sheepishly about it, saying something along the lines of ‘you owe me, fucker’. That said, he won’t go out of his way to help someone if it’ll A. Get him killed or B. Not be too bad, and if he thinks it’s an amusing situation someone can get out of, he’ll laugh and point and walk away; until the situation has turned on him. Then he’ll beg and plead and whine and cry, he’s extremely good at that, mostly in situations where it’s his ass on the frying pan. To take precautions to not get into trouble, Badou is a pretty paranoid guy; always looking over his shoulder, tons of locks outfitted to his door, never too forthcoming with information without a price, and if you want information about him in general aside from his love of cigarettes and crappy kung fu movies it’ll be like pulling teeth. The thing about Badou is, he’ll joke around and get familiar and comfortable with a person, sure, but he very rarely ever lets anyone in and shares with them his real ‘chick flick’ issues. And his eye is a double edged sword; he'll peel the patch back to use it as an example not to snoop around where the going gets tough, but at the same time he's still edgey about the whole incident. He is also extremely addicted to nicotine to the point of he’s always got a cigarette in his mouth and upon running short on cigs, will snap and go on a homicidal rage. So Badou is a liiiiittle insane, in the case of his nic fit and well, on general principles.



Strengths:

His instincts (they seem to be always right, for better or worse, right in the pit of his gut)
His impressive sprinting capabilities (Even with the lungs of a chainsmoker and the laziness of just himself, Badou somehow has this ability to keep running, call it fear, call it adrenaline, call it piss-pants-fear, it works- until he’s inevitably caught)
His determination (When he’s on a job he is on the job, it isn’t done half assed and he gets all the information he can scrounge up with a bit of luck and a lot of skill)
His nosiness (see bullet point three; he knows a lead when he sees one, reads between the lines, and sits back to observe, tucking the information away for later. His drive isn’t always a good thing)
His mouth (when it comes to breaking the ice or joking around, that and only that is the one time he can talk his way out of boogery situations)
Homemaking skills (go ahead and laugh, you’d have to have the sense of humor of a rock if Badou going all Martha Stuart didn’t make you laugh; he knows how to sew and presumably cook, though it probably doesn’t taste too great. Someone had to take care of Dave and himself since the other was kind of useless)

Weaknesses:

His big stupid smartass mouth (he never stops talking, never, not even when he’s asleep or hurt or unconscious. Only when he’s depressed) He always has to have the last word and his snark gets him popped in the mouth.
His nosiness (again in better context he’s great at getting into trouble; sometimes he doesn’t know how to read the atmosphere, or trips over something and ruins the element of surprise, or just says something so utterly wrong that he’s about shoved his foot down his own throat)
Stealth Mode (as in, he doesn’t really seem to have it seven times out of ten, something goes wrong quite often, and while he does get away with the info and his butt in one piece, he gets bruises and scratches as a learners fee)
His low pain tolerance (not only the fact that yes he gets hurt in most instances, but he’s not a very good patient either)
His nicotine addiction ( Badou is always seen with a cigarette tucked between his lips unless he’s being held hostage this week’s episode or he’s unconscious, showering, or eating. It goes without saying that he goes through cigarettes like those bears in the toilet tissue commercials run out of tp, thus when he runs out, he snaps. And will go on a murderous rampage until either A. there’s enough gun smoke in the air to satisfy him, B. everyone is down for the count and out of his way or C. he gets more cigarettes. It’s very dangerous to get caught in the crossfire)

History: Presumably going by the brief flashbacks we’ve been given in the manga of the time when Badou was a grumpy teenybopper with his brother, he was born and raised in the futuristic European-esque world, post apocalyptic is the keyword- years after squabbling nations’ wars, crashing economies and scientific breakthroughs; and no there’s nothing as exciting as space cars or aliens. Human experiments seem pretty exciting though when you think about the basics, the beings that are more animalistic looking than human and genetically altered to please the pleasure seeking filth of the world (though they do a great job at the humanity seeking part, there are still misunderstandings and resentment between those who were born human and those who were created) are the series’ feature characters, mainly those that have been given something thanks to the government and the scientists looking for a better paycheck. For a city that is on the brink with constant crime, strife, useless phone lines reaching damn near space, and lack of four seasons, things keep moving as they are. Information about the city before the current governing body is hard to come by, but apparently there is a main city and a smaller one, the underground and the surface. And naturally you can’t have either or without a secret Underground underground of legend which is impossible to find. That’s where Badou and his ragtag colleges come in and nose around in the governments little underground secret.


Badou was raised by his older brother Dave, a freelance journalist that had the same knack for trouble Badou seemed to inherit and a nicotine addiction to match. He was a pretty crappy brother and let Badou fend for himself the times the brat wasn’t stealing his cigarettes or tagging along on jobs. Which leads us to the end of the Nails brothers partnership; during the time when Badou was around thirteen or fourteen, a teenybopper, young children that are the descendants of the human experiments were being abducted, and no one knew who did it or why, just that strange soldiers with ‘dog’ masks and black katana were seen around the area during the incidents. Dave was investigating the case when things quickly went sour, and the only thing we the disgruntled and most patient readers know is that Dave and Badou were attacked by these ‘Dog’ soldiers, Dave was mortally wounded and took a fall off a building into the Underground and Badou lost an eye and received a scar through his palm while trying to protect himself and get to Dave.


Fast forward a few years and Badou is an information broker (mostly scorned cheating husband cases and blackmail) and works for Liza, a woman who has made a name for herself as being a known figure of an area on the surface. Badou doesn’t work alone, he works with another lost soul named Heine Rammsteiner, a mysterious ‘zombie fuck’ who has deeper ties with the underground than even Badou, if the metal collar grafted to his neck and connecting spine indicated anything but a weird fetish. The man can’t die, no matter how much lead is pumped into him, he’ll always come back, and that’s what makes him a valuable asset (or at least, that’s what his ‘family’ below had in mind when creating the ‘stray dog’ soldiers), and a pain in Badou’s ass, seeing as Badou is sooo funny and Heine is a prude.
Badou’s first real introduction occurs in the Prelude volume when he’s on a new case; hanging from the side of a building, having a smoke and a peep, camera ready, inner monologue hard boiled, when he happens upon a kinky scene involving the Don of the Bordini family, a gun toting mafia group. He snapped a commemorative photo and hauled ass, only to be chased by the Don’s cronies over roofs and through alleyways, and then he was apprehended and just went it was looking pretty bleak with a gun in his face, he was saved by a wayward and confused friend of a friend: Mihai Mihaeroff, the famed hitman who had been on his toes for years with quite the reputation. After a brief intermission, Badou and Mihai return to Buon Viaggio (a local restaurant run by their mutual friend, Kiri) and while the whinefest and pleading for protection was met to dead ears, Badou’s enemies came for him, demanding the ‘top secret information’ in exchange for their lives. Naturally, things didn’t work out too well, Badou ran out of cigarettes and his nerves were stretched to the wire, and so he snapped. Thus rescuing himself. And wracking up an impressive debt to the restaurant for the repairs. To his credit, the Don shouldn’t have been doing that kind of crap with the curtains open, anyway. Some time goes by and nothing too relevant happens, except that Badou’s partner Heine rescued a young girl with angelic wings named Nill who was on the run from her pimp and for some reason Heine figured it would be a good idea to bring Badou into the situation. And in a way, it was; the girl was saved and taken to the local church that the pair of gun toting heroes frequent which is run by a (as we quickly find out) blind and lolicon loving priest, the Bishop. Lives were lost and they bagged yet another set of crime wallowing bad guys.



Fast forward yet again a few weeks, possibly a month or so in time, Badou had once again gotten into some crap. On a routine snoopfest around the back of a sleezy building he screws up, gets caught and gets the crap beaten out of him (second example of Big Mouthed Ginger Syndrome) and just when he nearly got a bullet between the eye…s, Heine shows up to rescue, shooting the crap out of Badou’s captors (and not untying the poor bastard or even waiting till he got out of the line of fire) while Badou, who has snapped due to a lack of nicotine, retrieves some guns from nearby fallen mobsters and joins in the fun. Eventually he gets his cigarette and locates his partner who has already cleared the awaiting thugs and waits for Badou to hurry his ass up and do what they’re supposed to; which is to free the imprisoned genetically engineered kids the mobsters were planning on selling, just like Nill had almost been in the previous story. Even after being rescued from oppression like that, the kids weren’t all in the clear yet; the beings genetically altered like that are usually either sold into prostitution or put into orphanages, since the government really couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything for them. The lucky ones were taken care of thanks to old lady Liza, who looks out for her own kind as well as those humans that stray into her area. A job well done with minimal destruction, the boys head back to the church to get patched up and paid, then decide to treat themselves to some food. They split up and Badou arrives first, stuffs his face and has a pleasant little talk pertaining to Heine’s humanity with Mihai, who cautions him on the albino’s true nature. Badou decides that Heine is a pretty cool guy, doesn’t afraid of anything (except lady parts) and that even with all his powers and mystery he’s still got to be human. Mostly. The dastardly duo of White Hair and Eyepatch take a break and lay low, claiming easy peasy jobs for awhile. Y’know, not including Heine’s solo fight against some thugs after his ass for totally annihilating that group of pimps and mobsters that had taken those kids Badou had stumbled upon. You can’t say Heine doesn’t cooperate at times, because he even agreed to go with the thugs back to their HQ (if only so the landlady wouldn’t bitch about all the bodies suddenly in her hallway) where he snaps when the boss uses his own guns on him, and then gives the boss a ‘kiss on the cheek’ I.e rips his face off with his own teeth. He then has a touching and wonderful reunion with his equally homicidal and snappily dressed ‘brother’ Giovanni, another man with a collar exactly like Heine’s. But instead of escaping the underground, he stayed and became a bigshot. (but not really, he’s sort of just a butt monkey)

Until the real trouble begins when they meet up with a fangir- broody mcswordtramp, a.k.a Naoto Fuyumine, a woman who is looking for the underground in the hope that it will reveal her own mysterious past, as well as the person who has a black katana just like hers and the ones the ‘Dog’ soldiers that were around when the children were disappearing all those years ago. The three of them go to Liza’s, Naoto hoping she can get more information, and the boys hoping to shake the stalker and get better jobs. They claim a ‘negotiation’ job this time, and barrel off to stop a fight between some lugheads for some turf, and Naoto gladly tags along and has some flashbacks while the poor boys (mostly Badou who almost pees his pants and then promptly snaps due to lack of cigarettes) take care of the problem by shooting everything and everyone in sight. It looked like another job well done and violent, until some little girls jump into the scene; literally, from a building above. They land without any damage and to add the icing on the cake, they each had a weapon for an arm and claimed that Heine was their ‘big brother’ and sported fancy metal collars, just like Heine. Except they’re cute and manipulative and have better eyebrows than Heine. The terror twins: Loki and Noki. A vicious fight ensues and even Naoto joins the fun and gets a tiny clue as to the person she’s looking for, though Badou is down for the count early on account of Heine sort of stepping on his face. He regains consciousness just in time to save Heine and Naoto from a bomb and the crazy homicidal twins and once they collect themselves, Badou plays negotiator once again, but this time between Heine and Naoto, who are sending each other the Stink Eye. He orders the pair to go back and cool off because they look like a terrible B horror movie gone wrong and not as slutty, and just when they were about to break off, they’re interrupted by a couple of cops. One of them, Doug, knows Badou from when he was a kid, takes in the battered appearance of the trio, and asks Badou if he’s tailing after his brother afterall. To which Badou replies that his brother is dead and he’s better off without him. Which is the first time we read about Dave’s existence, Heine’s in the same boat since he asks, and Badou reprimands him for not listening to him tell his story when they first met.
The trio return to the church, find Bishop uncharacteristically absent, settle down and after Badou’s helpful and humorous assistance with a button Nill was having trouble with sewing (to which the other three burst into guffaws, Badou, the homely type, holy crap) to hear about Heine’s sob story, the product of a scary underground kindergarden experiment to create living weapons out of tiny amnesia ridden children all orchestrated by Doctor Angelika Einstruzen. Heine went through some heavy traumatizing things, such as killing his own ‘sister’, and eventually escaped, and has ever since been trying to find a way back to take care of anything that might have survived down below. But the trouble is, he can’t remember how to get back there. Naturally Naoto deems the whole story rather unhelpful and even unbelievable, and Badou agrees it seems rather farfetched. But before the trio can argue some more over whether or not Heine has been watching too much SYFY channel, a deep mysterious rumble shakes the entire city, and interest perked, Heine takes off after the mystery sound, Naoto following closely behind. Badou decides to stay the hell out of anything more traumatizing for the day and ‘babysits’ Nill for awhile, caught between coaxing the girl out from under a table and musing on the past.



What happens while Badou takes a siesta is what really takes the plot for a spin. Finally. The big rumble that had shook the entire city? Yeah, that occurred in the underground train tunnel, when a train that was not part of the transportation system had suddenly barreled into a train that was down there, without any preamble or warning. Now, that wasn’t the trouble, it was odd, certainly, since the first train was the only one scheduled to be running at that time. The real trouble began when the train that had sped up into the collision released it’s passengers: the mysterious DOG masked soldiers, the blood hounds, that had been around near the kidnapping cases years ago, and they’re lead by a beautiful dark haired woman with a sword who looks strikingly similar to a certain other swordswoman we all know. The DOGs began to slaughter the innocent passengers of the first train, and would have killed everyone if it wasn’t for Mihai who had unluckily gotten on the wrong train that evening. What occurs is a fight for their lives against soldiers that seemingly cannot be killed no matter how many bones are broken or holes are made in their bodies. As for the woman leading the DOGs, she ambles around and looks broody until the primping is interrupted by our wayward Bishop, who speaks as if he knows what’s really going on, and even knows of doctor Einstruzen and the experiments she’s doing down below and then. /Then/ after some hemming and hawing and taunting he gives a semi straight forward answer for once in his life; he is connected to the underground just like Heine and he has a collar, a special infused spine, just like Heine. Remember that train filled with DOGs that started the whole thing? The front compartment then opens into a gun just as Mihai makes his way out of the train and sees the woman and Bishop, and her parting words to the two men is a ‘take care’ and her name; Campanella Freuling. The train moves out, with her and surprisingly the murderous crazy twins inside, and emerges into a tunnel that crosses into the open where people can see, and conveniently where Naoto and Heine end up trying to figure out how to get down there because they know it will be returning back to the place they want. Naoto meets eyes with Campanella and she freaks out, recognizing her eyes, and then passes out, leaving Heine to catch her…and drop her due to his fear of women. And probably his dislike of her personally in general. The train blows up the tunnel and departs, leaving everyone in awe in its wake.



Everything is back to ‘normal’, or at least normal for the city, and its business as usual for Badou. Except it isn’t. Liza asks him to work on the same job that his brother Dave did, the one that got him killed; the truth to the secret government underground facility that Heine came from. Looking for leads is tough business, and eventually Badou settles on checking out Dave and his old digs, (he also mentions ‘it’s been seven years afterall’ pinpointing the time it’s been since Dave’s death and Badou’s attack) coming up with nothing but stale air, countless crapheaps of papers, and old cigarettes. Or so he thought when he looks beneath the seal of one cigarette pack and there’s a clue ’there’s a fire in the smokeshop.’ Is that where he would find a warmer lead? Figuring there was nothing else fresher to check out, he then goes to ask an old friend about the info Dave had gotten. Her name is Daniella and after the incident back then, she is constantly flickering between the past and the present, and even right in the middle of a conversation as Badou gets some cheap cigarettes, Daniella relapses into the past and for a short while believes that Badou is actually Dave. Badou decides to play along and when he doesn’t get anything but bitter memories of the past back, leaves, running into Mimi on his exit. He asks her to look into the pitch black katana Naoto had, the very same the DOG soldiers had, and she in turn tells him he owes her (obviously, this aint’t for free sistah) and the name of someone whose been snooping around as well, a man named Magato, with the same last name as Naoto; Fuyumine.
Speaking of Magato, he’s been busy himself, talking to a mysterious man also connected to the underground who was also involved in the ‘fireworks’ that started the other day on the trains and running a rather impressive body count. They speak of confusing things such as ‘Winter’ being dead, and the mysterious man who is quickly revealed to be named Herbst (or at least code named) tells Magato that a woman he knows (Naoto) is snooping around, to which Magato is infinitely amused. He mentions some work he has for Magato (and squealing children?) and quickly leaves.



We find Badou working at a convenience store when Mihai pays a visit to deliver some mail to the younger man, which turns out to be an invitation to something Badou clearly isn’t interested in, judging by the confused and sour look he makes when he reads it. Some time later we find out that it’s the symphony, and Badou is right there front and center, sawing ‘em off. When the concert ends he waits awhile until he’s approached by the conductor, who after exchanging pleasantries with Badou’s inquiry as to what exactly he had to tell him, abruptly asks if his right eye and hand still hurt. He then reintroduces himself as Lichter H Beltheim, the man who cut out Badou’s eye and injured his hand seven years ago, the man Badou’s been looking for. Lichter goes into this whole remorseful spiel about how he was forced to take Dave and Badou out because they had sniffed too close to the underground experiment, and that he is truly sorry for what he did. Badou naturally doesn’t buy it and pulls his gun on Lichter, who expected as much and prepared in his own way, and the orchestra closes in on Badou. Lichter explains that what he did really was business as usual, and that once he came to the surface for that ‘job’ of Dave and Badou’s (pseudo) murder, he realized the wonderful qualities the world above possessed, and disbanded from the underground, creating a life for himself ever since, he further declares that he shan’t go back to the underground no matter what rumblings from down there are starting to seep back up to the surface.



So, for his further snooping, Badou must die. Lichter had initially sent two tickets to Badou, one for himself and one for Daniella, because had planned to ‘make amends to that heartbroken girl’- and that’s when Badou opens fire. His opponents aren’t Lichter himself, but the orchestra members, who are really just hypnotized by Lichter ‘slaves’ to his baton, thus Badou refuses to harm them more than just a simple knock out, and just when things get kind of on the hairy side, we find out who actually got Badou’s second ticket: Mihai. He jumps in just in time, appearing behind Lichter and holding him at gun point and demanding that he release the people under his hypnotism. Begrudgingly he does so, and even nicely answers Badou’s questions of ‘who, what and why’ and even gets a moral lesson. Because yes, murdering a fourteen year olds older brother in front of him, slicing his eye, and leaving him alive is a great lesson, don’t go snooping because you aren’t Scooby Doo and Shaggy and bad guys aren’t always in costumes, therein lies the lesson. Lichter goes on to taught Mihai and Badou and every so slowly his minions who were under mind control begin to climb to their feet just as Lichter makes the first move, which results in a shot to the head for him- or so they thought. What no one figured out until the heat of the moment was, his hypnotism had wrapped around Mihai’s senses and before he even knew it, he was hypnotized himself. And guess who he actually shot? Badou. Right in the gut. Things aren’t looking good for our gingery hero.



At this point things aren’t looking too good for the surface either. Unidentified trains exactly like the first train that had emerged from the underground mysteriously in the previous chapters show up all around the city with no word of how they got there, or why. And then, the shooting begins. The trains travel through the city and shoot everyone and everything in their paths, and if that wasn’t bad enough, the invincible DOG soldiers begin to file in from the underground, slaughtering most of the cops that were down in the exits waiting to ambush any threats. They easily get past the cops and start spreading across the city, doing even more damage, but they didn’t actually count on resistance among those living up there. Or a fellow DOG, Heine, who quickly joins the battle to defend their home. In the span of about ten chapters give or take, the fighting is furious and desperate, many lives are lost and many are saved, Giovanni appears to taunt Heine and ‘play’ with him a bit, and after a brief intermission with Badou and Mihai, Lichter decides that he’s about ready to blow this popsicle stand: literally. The entire place is filled to the brim with explosives and our boys are out of luck, because even if they manage to defeat all of Lichter’s minions, there’s still the fact of the explosives /and/ the danger outside.



Eventually the chaos outside is paused when Heine finally manages to land a headshot on Giovanni (which is supposedly the only way to kill one of Heine’s kind), and as Giovanni falls to the ground, dead, the other DOGs stop in their tracks. It looks like everything was over. Until Giovanni climbs back to his feet, accusing Heine of shooting him again and trying to end the fun much too quickly. The punch line of the joke is, their ‘mother’ dearest, that crazy doctor down below, plans to show the surface that ‘every play needs performers and an audience’ and that while they could easily obliterate the city, they chose not too. Less fun that way. And then the first DOG soldier explodes, many more following in succession and still managing to ake out countless people and buildings, even as Heine, Naoto, Liza’s employees and others race against the clock to take out the soldiers before they can explode. Unfortunately there are too many for even their might, and the city is in shambles, casualties in the thousands. But life goes on, and where is our ginger during all this? Well at some point the duo escape from the concert hall and wake up in the hospital a few chapters later (about time), complaining about no smoking policies and reckless behavior. After a Public Service Announcement via the ‘mayor’ (who has consequently never been seen until now) who explains the damage done, to the people and the tunnels beneath them, rendering all transportation at a cease fire, and he also pleads for the citizens to remain calm, since reconstruction and the effort to get things back to ‘normal’ will now be in full swing. Naturally we don’t see Badou for another fifteen or so chapters (which involve another family reunion, but it’s Naoto’s turn. Magato drops by for a visit and our dear swordswoman’s belief in her past is shattered when she’s revealed to be a ‘back up’ for another person, Campanella. Luckily for her before she got the same treatment as Heine and his ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’, a few scientists broke her out, but they paid the ultimate price for her freedom) until he and Mihai are back on the streets, much too early for his gut wound and Mihai’s own wounds, and together the two of them manage to reach the way leading below. But as all paths are wrought with obstacles, they are met with DOG soldiers who were waiting for them. And so we’re left at a cliffhanger ‘till who knows when.



First Person Sample: [There is the compelling, majestic and liberating shot of a crotch on the feed, before the crotch disappears from view with a rustle of the camera, lots of green shrubbery, and some cursing, and then Badou’s kawaii dirt smudged face comes into view, and he’s scowling. That can’t be good. Because that‘s only so much time between bitching and whining] Sooooo….’m guessin’ the docs finally got tired of me sneakin’ cigarettes in and burnin’ holes in the bed sheets and hooked me up with the actual GOOD morphine, right? ‘Cause…I definitely remember the fuckin’ gut shot annnndddd I don’t remember any drunken parties in the shrubbery so…? What’s the dealio, brotha? And sistahs, definitely. Gotta say, I appreciate hookin’ me up with a phone, an I fully expect some n00dz later. [The shot pans across the bush he’s currently trying to climb out of before flicking back to his face] An if this is some bonerific Saw shit or somethin, you can suck my nuts, that voyeurism is only a step away from the po-po. I’d take that rather’n wakin’ up in that hospital bed getting’ a sponge bath from some old hag though…[Some minimal bitching and huffing later, the feed eventually cuts off]

Third Person Sample: Sneaking around with your ass hanging out in a gown and an IV stand was surprisingly easy. Actually it was sad how damn easy it was. Mihai was sawing ‘em off beside him once Badou had come to in a cold sweat, wide eyed and gasping and after the two of them had listened in on the Mayor’s touching and imploring speech, the older man had decided to take a much needed siesta, leaving Badou alone with his thoughts and the overpowering stench of medicine clogging his nostrils. Not a happy moment. When it was apparently that no amount of shitty morphine or daytime soaps were going to lull him to sleep he sighed and, noting the clear coast and strangely absent saggy old nurse with the eager sponge, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, IV stand in hand. It was time to find something to munch on or a cute nurse to oogle, something productive in the afterglow of the bitter memories. The only tricky part was hobbling around in search of a nearby vending machine whilst making sure his gown wouldn’t fly up and give anyone a free show. It wasn’t a matter of money, he would have charged at least twenty for a peek at those freckled cheeks, it was, well. The dirty old ladies that seemed to frequent the halls whenever Badou happened to get his ass in yet another sling, the wrinkle-y, boney fingers, the lustful fish eyes behind thick glasses, the clicking dentures…the broken, swaying hips. It was one more addition to the ‘pros’ list on Badou’s list of reasons why dying young before you realize you’re left with that. But for now, it was candy time.



Links:Dear Mun shenanigans

Badou pre-nicotine bitch fit



Notes: Uhm okay I’ll just do a few of these so I don’t waste anyone’s time! Badou is a terrible driver. That is to say, no one ever had the time to teach him so it’s best to never ever let him get behind the wheel of a car. Since he’s been smoking since he was a young’un his taste buds are pretty shot, and he can only taste the extreme side of flavors. Whether it’s from an old injury, or an attempt to mix things up, Badou speaks with a slur, nothing too grating on the ears but it’s noticeable. After his brother died he had to drop out of school in order to make a living, so it goes without saying that his writing and reading isn’t too great, and his math is only good enough for paying bills.



Bonus: I apped Badou because uhh well I love his dumbass. I’ve been rping him for about a year and a half or so, and I’ve never actually grown the balls, per se, to try him out on lj, so I decided to give it a shot. I’m ready for a good change from the usual.