Ħobbes
Test I
This was inspired by Hammerstein NWC's "Jokers Goonsquad." I've loved that MOC ever since I first saw it back when I was a lurker. I decided to actually author a descriptive writing piece for this one, so get ready for my A-work. And when I say that I'm referring to the work that got me a 100 on a short story that I did in one draft. That story'll be coming along soon.
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shhhhka-shka-shk
The sandpaper noise of his hands broke the silence. The warmth of this simple action was valuable on an early March night such as this.
"C'ma-an Coco! Where are you?"
His spine rattled along with the fence. Up came a man with a bottle.
"Coco, what the flying fuck? Goin' for a psycho clown look these days?"
"Hey, screw you man. I just got out of the joint today. I had to tear these off some meta fag."
"Don't use that term derogatorily."
"What? Fag?"
"No. Meta."
"You're an asshole."
"Sure Coco. Hold on a second - you got out of Blackgate today? So did I. See? Still wearin' my pants and beater. Where'd ya get that shirt?" he inquired.
"I didn't get out of Blackgate," Coco declared, "I gotouta-" he trailed off.
"Outa where? Gotham State Minimum?" he chortled.
"What's it to you?"
His question was met by earnest laughter. He coughed.
"Anyway, Joker gave me this duffel. I'm pretty sure it's got a ton of guns in it. Either that or rocks. We're supposed to hand 'em out to a buncha rookies then wreak havoc."
Test I
This was inspired by Hammerstein NWC's "Jokers Goonsquad." I've loved that MOC ever since I first saw it back when I was a lurker. I decided to actually author a descriptive writing piece for this one, so get ready for my A-work. And when I say that I'm referring to the work that got me a 100 on a short story that I did in one draft. That story'll be coming along soon.
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shhhhka-shka-shk
The sandpaper noise of his hands broke the silence. The warmth of this simple action was valuable on an early March night such as this.
"C'ma-an Coco! Where are you?"
His spine rattled along with the fence. Up came a man with a bottle.
"Coco, what the flying fuck? Goin' for a psycho clown look these days?"
"Hey, screw you man. I just got out of the joint today. I had to tear these off some meta fag."
"Don't use that term derogatorily."
"What? Fag?"
"No. Meta."
"You're an asshole."
"Sure Coco. Hold on a second - you got out of Blackgate today? So did I. See? Still wearin' my pants and beater. Where'd ya get that shirt?" he inquired.
"I didn't get out of Blackgate," Coco declared, "I gotouta-" he trailed off.
"Outa where? Gotham State Minimum?" he chortled.
"What's it to you?"
His question was met by earnest laughter. He coughed.
"Anyway, Joker gave me this duffel. I'm pretty sure it's got a ton of guns in it. Either that or rocks. We're supposed to hand 'em out to a buncha rookies then wreak havoc."