prospectorquinn

[prospectorquinn]

"That part doesn't concern you quite yet. Regardless, what do you say?" The man sticks out a hand, awaiting a handshake. In contrast to his suit, his skin is clean as can be, nails trimmed perfectly, hair cut to perfection.

Samuel is suddenly hit with an awful feeling, a feeling of thousands of eyes on him, all waiting expectantly. The pressure of it all is almost too much to bear.

…The- The hell are you looking at?

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The man smirks. "Feel free to go, but I can't imagine this is the last time we will be seeing each other. However, I do warn you. I will remember your face."

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

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"I am known to make deals with you firebringers, your destruction amuses me. I supply kindling, and you supply favors." It was clear in the man's tone that these "favors" would not be ethical.

Samuel is suddenly hit with an awful feeling, a feeling of thousands of eyes on him, all waiting expectantly. The pressure of it all is almost too much to bear.

…The- The hell are you looking at?

[prospectorquinn]

"Of course not. Any good businessman knows you can't get anywhere through threats. Now, are you going to hear me out, or try, and fail, to kill me?"

Samuel is suddenly hit with an awful feeling, a feeling of thousands of eyes on him, all waiting expectantly. The pressure of it all is almost too much to bear.

…The- The hell are you looking at?

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The man smiles with pleasure. "Now now, Henry. We can't have that, especially not here. That wrench will do you no good, and when you try to kill me it certainly won't succeed." He paused for a moment, feigning being stuck in thought, but Henry knew it was an act. through some twisted way, he knew that the man knew exactly how this interaction will play out. The way I see it, you have two options. Either you leave, or you don't." With that statement, Henry looks around, and with a quick pang, realizes the chamber is ever so slightly smaller than before.

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

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"Lying to a potential employer is not the correct route, Mr. Thompson." "I am going to ask one more time, simply because I want to hear you say it aloud. What are you doing in the mine." Henry realized that the man was not asking a question, merely a statement, but nevertheless he felt the need to answer, as if it was being forced out of his own mouth, choking on his answer as he felt the pressure of it.

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

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"Calm yourself, Samuel. I mean no harm, as long as you cooperate."

The man is unconcerned, whether due to a misunderstanding of power or that he truly believes he cannot be hurt, nobody knows.

Samuel is suddenly hit with an awful feeling, a feeling of thousands of eyes on him, all waiting expectantly. The pressure of it all is almost too much to bear.

…The- The hell are you looking at?

[prospectorquinn]

"Hopefully a firebringer in need of a job."

A voice from behind Samuel, as he turns to see an old man in a dirtied brown/red pinstripe suit. The man reeks of importance, as he stands straight with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes drill holes in Samuel's head, a sharp gaze that could only be from an eyevitar. "Oscar Quinn, at your service."

Samuel is suddenly hit with an awful feeling, a feeling of thousands of eyes on him, all waiting expectantly. The pressure of it all is almost too much to bear.

…The- The hell are you looking at?

[prospectorquinn]

"I know all of my workers." The man stated coldly, it was clear that there was not a lick of doubt in his statement. He continued, "You are not one of them. let's try again. Why are you in my mines, Mr. Thompson?"

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

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"Because they are all nosy pricks."

Why are all you eye avatars such freaks (not you El, I love you El)

[prospectorquinn]

Open starter

A man sits in an old bar, fancy little hole-in-the-wall place, nursing a brown-ish drink in his hands. He sits alone, reading out of an old leatherbound book. Other than him, the bar is entirely empty, not a patron or employee in sight. He's reading bits out loud, in a hushed whisper, loud enough to hear him talking, not loud enough to make out what it is.

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Victims of Other Entities: And so I watched the creature that used to be my wife sprint towards me on all fours with its neck bent at a full 180 degree angle. I only got away because it tripped and fell into the lit fireplace and turned to ash immediately. I don’t sleep anymore and I honestly wish God just would kill me already.

Victims of The Buried: God I ffucnking LOVE Dirt. OOh Boy that Shit is GOOD. No Thing on this God Forsaken planet brings me more EUPHORIA than Digging a B I G Hole. I crawl on all fours and c l a w at the e a r th as I pine for its tender Embrace. It torments my VERY SOUL that I cannot simply i n h a l e it Straight Into My Bloodstream. I’ve decided that eating fistfuls of potting soil is the next best thing.

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When Henry turns back again, he is confused, as where he had entered the chamber, a large rocky entryway, had suddenly vanished, no cave-in or anything similar, simply nothing but thick dirt and rock. When he turns again, the bird is gone, but standing on the other side of the chamber is an older man, clearly in charge. He looks like he has been down there for ages, his skin pale, his clothes dirtied, especially around the ankles, clearly having kicked up some dust on his way down. The man looked at Henry with contempt, as if he had already made up his mind that he wasn't even worth talking to. "It seems you have gotten lost, is that correct Mr. Thompson?"

The man's voice is deep and commanding, and for a moment Henry truly believes that he was, indeed, just lost, before remembering suddenly, that he had not told the man his name.

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

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h111111 r0ck m4n!! :) wh4t 15 th3 t4st1e5t r0ck???

I feel inclined to say salt. Although I wouldn't be surprised to catch what seems to be a spiral creature licking rocks.

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//side note watch your back you blue writing brit you are getting another statement soon

>> OOC

i want to say (and i’m gonna reblog this to all my rp blogs) y’all are more than welcome to dm me on here for literally anything !! i might be dry sometimes but i PROMISE i don’t bite, whether it’s for lore ideas, interactions, one on one rp, or gen even just to say hi or send me posts i do NOT careee!! interact with me!!

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//ME TOO ON ALL OF MY RP BLOGS!!

>> OOC

i want to say (and i’m gonna reblog this to all my rp blogs) y’all are more than welcome to dm me on here for literally anything !! i might be dry sometimes but i PROMISE i don’t bite, whether it’s for lore ideas, interactions, one on one rp, or gen even just to say hi or send me posts i do NOT careee!! interact with me!!

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Hiring Concerns.

An announcement stuck to a bulletin board, not sure why it is there, and nobody else seems to have noticed it, but it catches your eye nonetheless.

"Quinn Prospecting. Hiring. For inquiries, call (___)-___-____." In a shimmering font underneath, unnoticed by the rest of the populace: "Please note that due to workplace concerns, avatar status and patron(s) must be announced during the interview process. This status will neither help nor hurt your odds. Thank you for your time."