Name's Riley and I'm what one would call a unique sort of person. I was once a star in the rodeo circuit but after things grew dull there, I started to move around. Yeah, you see my eyes and ears? You aren't on drugs, it's all a hundred percent me. I'm the Western Wildcat. [Indie OC blog for Batman Beyond] [tracking: spursandfangs] [Can be NSFW at times]
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Those not aware, I managed to get myself a job out of the blue sheerly from knowing someone and having him remember that I was dependable. With this line of work, I bust my ass to make the quota with handling steel for jobs that we either fabricate for, or assemble. This job so far has been pretty cool since I enjoy working with my hands, however it drains me of a lot of energy.
Grinding the welds down to make the surface of pieces flat, drilling holes for the dock guys to nail it together for the concrete job the stuff is for, and standing on concrete all day take it’s tool after a while but hey, I can’t complain. I like learning hands on and it’s a helluva experience, especially when the boss is willing to teach me tricks of the trade so I can grow over time to understand more as well.
Because of this however, I don’t know if I can dedicate a lot of time to my Beyond blogs. I found it only fair to write this for my followers and those that care. Life is changing a bit now that I somehow found a place to get some working experience and the guy wants to keep me around so far. So yeah, I’m honestly not sure how much time I’ll have to dedicate to the blogs here in the fandom and if I have to leave them, they will remain standing and I will not delete them.
I just wanted to update everyone as it is only fair and proper of me to do so.
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“There’s been some murmurs of people trying to take over Croc Gang territory and they weren’t spliced from the rumors. Other than that, not much has been spreading around.”
"Hey Commish. I know it's been a while since I've gotten in touch but healing up took longer than I anticipated and work has been swamped."
“Not a problem, Riley. You needed time to heal. Is there anything new in the wind?”
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My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.
My muse cannot give half truths, partial truths or bend the truth. They will have to spit out everything then and there!
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Just a thing to note...
I didn’t mean to vanish off the face of the earth from this blog. I guess my Nissa muse has been stronger among many other muses I have going on right now as well. That and stress just has me kind of knocked down for things here for now.
Anyway, if anyone would want to write with this splicer of mine, let me know and we can try to kick off the dust from her.I just apologize if it takes a little longer than usual for responses is all.
#ooc#a lot of irl stuff is kicking my ass right now#such as our truck is down#my shoulder is screwed again#and family members having health issues#just a bunch of stuff happening at once#so yeah#sorry I haven't been around much here on Riley.
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“A holla to my girl VirtualBatgirl who is pretty much Oracle. I kid you not when you write with her, you’re writing with the legit Barbara Gordon straight up. She’s just an awesome co-conspirator of amazing angsty plots and doesn’t shy away from the nitty gritty. Delights in fluff just the same, and quite honestly is amazeballs.”
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Riley kept up her speed leaning comfortably to the handle bars while feeling the wind at her face. It was far to easy to escape her problems when it was just the roar of the engine along a flat stretch of road. Her eyes kept alert for any possible hints for cop cars however just in case but she spotted none. It wasn’t like she purposely drove like an idiot while she had excessive speeds either. She was able to keep it under control while hitting high numbers on the speedometer.
Everything looked good and she was amused Terry was enjoying his ride. She continued to drive with him for quite sometime before making it back to the shop.
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I want to see what NSFW headcanons you have for my character. Go on anon if you’d like. Be as graphic or as vague as you want. If I like it, I’ll accept it.
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The yell wasn't lost on her and she couldn't help but chuckle. Watching him speed up, she waited a while before hitting the gas to catch up to him. It was easy to keep pace with him but it was just a joy ride. The time spent away from the shop and finally being able to enjoy a good ride was just what Riley needed in the long run.
Of course, she was wise to be smart about where and when she'd speed like the speed demon she could be. While she managed it, she was always wary of other factors so she didn't end up with tickets or in accidents. She had to stay on the good side of the law unless she had to dive even more under cover for a reason.
Zooming right along, she let out her own yell and laughed toward Terry as she stayed right by him for quite a while.
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Riley wasn’t the type to do blackmail in that case. He was just doing a job that needed to be done and she'd leave it at that. However, if someone were to realize she knew who Batman was, they could try to squeeze her for the information. They'd end up not getting it out of her no matter how much they harmed her but only she knew that.
"Mine's not too far. Go ahead and start yours up. Mine's just outside the garage door there that's opened." She smirked before moving off after tossing the rag onto her work station.
With her stride it didn't take her long to move to her own motorcycle to get it roaring to life. Riley stepped it forward a bit before waiting on Terry to catch up. Once he was ready, she took point and drove through the streets taking some shortcuts to the main highway where she could really hit the high speeds. The entire time she drove, she kept her senses alert for other driver's and to listen for Terry's motor. It had a distinctive tone to it she knew intimately well after test driving the machine herself.
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Riley smirked a good deal before relaxing once more. "Oh, I remember when I first knocked those two guys out that were bothering you before. I don't forget. I don't intend to fight less it's needed though as I want this shoulder to heal up properly." She didn't want to blow it out until it was strongly better again.
"I also don't feel like getting on the cops radar for fightin' all the time either." she laughed.
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“Well, if that’s the case then I’ll have no shame in cheating. Since losing to me is all well and good,” she teased. A bet as silly as this one could take place anywhere, Max realized when she thought about it. Hell, few things seemed to scream ‘please come talk to me’ more than sitting in a coffee shop without headphones on. Maybe they should try this little competition there instead.
“I think I’ve mentioned how happy I will forever be to see you kick the slag out of someone. Step in as often as you please.”
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"No worries on it. You showed up when you had the time since I know you keep yourself busy." Of course, she was careful of her wording of that particular bit. No one needed to know what the truth was.
As he looked over the bike, Riley found herself feeling quite proud of the work she put in on that bike while working on her own. She figured he'd like the style as it was quite a beast on the streets. It could pull off high speeds when needed as a last resort which she was often one to use. Of course, she was mindful of doing that only in emergency situations or on the highway where speeds were higher than in the main city.
"You don't have to say anything. Just hop on it and take it for a test drive. If you want, I could ride with you. My break is happening right now and the boss wouldn't care if I vanished for a little while. "
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Send for my character's reaction.
"No one loves you."
"You're going to die with no one to love you and no on to cry."
"You can't do this on your own."
"I can't do this anymore. Goodbye."
"Why would I ever care about you?"
"You went dark on me!"
"If only there was someone who loved you."
"You're a bitch!"
"I only stuck around to get what I wanted."
"Do you really think I cared?"
"You're a fool."
"Don't believe everything you hear, darling."
"I got what I wanted. I don't need you anymore."
"You're pathetic."
"I hope you die alone."
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Riley laughed and looked to her. “It wouldn’t take much for you to cheat though. You have the charm, and the legs to do it. I would have no shame in losing to you because you are certainly a fine looking woman.” She settled to look to her and thought over a couple of places worthy of their slipping in but she'd let Max pick ones out. After all, she wanted her friend to feel safe and while she had no issues dwelling in the splicers bars on her own, she knew how some more addictive people got.
“Besides, if people get too handy I can always step in as a cover girlfriend even though I know you are more than capable of kicking ass yourself.”
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Max snorted. “You’re putting too many eggs in the ‘people would be intimidated’ basket and not enough in the ‘Max would cheat and shamelessly so’ one,” she laughed. “But you make a fair point. We’d probably make a killing together.”
When alone Max tended to avoid splicer bars. She’d risk it if she went with someone else, but the idea of being in dim, crowded places where she very well may run into something big and scaly unnerved her. It was bad enough that they tended to come right into her house whenever they saw fit. The last thing she wanted to do was go somewhere where they had all the advantages.
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