#iamzeropercent

[the-brothers-grim]

iamzeropercent, frakinfunghoul, king-of-dogs, and omegaguardian started following you

Ooooo, new people! Hello hello!

[fierytheangelsfell]

actually! ive sent out a party, but i am on my own looking. i believe you know the people of the zones much better than i do. i could very much use help with that...some of them wont open their doors when they see me...

also i was not eavesdropping though

[kobrakaikid]

So, we're apparently movie stars now, too?

When do we get royalties?

[exterminatorkorse]

"Three for one, mm?" Korse grinned to himself as he listened to the reports streaming through his radio, frantically telling him that Party Poison himself had graced the City with his presence. Even though he'd lost Red, he knew he'd left enough of a mark on him to make their next meeting worthwhile. Symphony might've lost Hazel, but now, he had the prospect of Public Enemy Number One on his horizon, and that would surely make up for any other losses.

"Don't let him out," he barked into his radio as he checked his surroundings, calculating the fastest way to get to the coordinates they'd reported Party to be at. "But leave him for me. Understood?" He didn't wait to hear the inevitable Yes, Sir before he was taking off, heading a few buildings over to find his oldest, shiniest toy.

[zonemouse]

Mouse’s favorite hunting ground was the Hyper Thrust, one of the bigger places for bands to play in the zones. Everyone left their cars unattended, and were inside far too busy having fun to notice him. That's where Mouse usually went for food. But nobody ever left good food in their cars, he was sick of finding cans of Power Pup dogshit.

So he was forced to a trading post, worst of all in the middle of the day. And most of them knew who he was. It was a horrible situation. He did his best with the cover of dark, and never in places they knew him too well. So he put on an old battered pair of sunglasses, a sweater with a hood and any luck, he’d get in and out unnoticed.

He passed a line of cars, people talking in the dark, and an old tricked up trans am. It was so far so good when he got inside, right up until he bumped into another trader, and lost his sunglasses. He hadn’t quite thought the ‘keep your head down’ method through in a crowded room.

“T’fuck!” He yelled at whoever had gotten in his way, it was easier to blame them. It was at that point he realized he had shouted, and tried to shove his sunglasses back on, though the jig was clearly up. He’d knocked this place over way to many times to hope nobody noticed him.

[vivacevida]

+commanderkesha, king-of-dogs, omegaguardian, iamzeropercent

My goodness. You leave this thing alone and come back to all sorts of new voices.

[bloodredecho]

W-E-L-L, since I had such a good time, I think I'll fetch yer gift in a bit, heh...

Ya better try it on for me, aiight?~

<3

[themousebombs]

Party Poison, you open the door right this goddamn minute before I kick it down myself.

[silvasboys]

Are you really immortal?

[partywithagascan]

Give us more Detonation

The heat was fucking killer.

Weapon had been walking for days now. Searching for... Ah come on, remember it now, why the fuck am I out here? Ah. Searching for his ..... Damn, not sure.  The only thing that came to mind was... escaping. But there felt like there was something he was sure he needed to find. But things were starting to get bad now. Worse and worse. On top of the confusion and the heat he had ran out of the pills only days ago and already his body was shutting down, withdrawals of the greatest kind. It was nice sometimes when the chills came, and despite the beating sun he was cold. The hunger was bad too. Weapon had never really given much thought to food. He ate only a little when he was in the city and never thought about needing it to survive. So fucking stupid.

He had long ago abandoned his jacket in the sand and he was highly debating on whether to remove his black pants. The thought of sand on his legs made him stop. His white shirt was undone to the middle of his chest and sleeves pulled up past his elbows. The white was actually red well up his sleeves and the majority of his shirt was stained and splattered with blood as well. The only release from his tedious journey was the kills he got to make along the way. His black and red tie was loose and hanging crooked from his neck. He walked on and the time soon came when he saw things that were not there. Hallucinations he knew, but still the shock of seeing a dancing skeletal corpse in the distance was unsettling. Especially when it talked to you. There were giant orange bats and way too many grey suited followers. There were lots of colors though and he soon came to enjoy the breaking of his mind. All those colors. Other than the killings this had bee the first time his mind had settled from its dark and hurting thoughts. Things that felt like memories like static in his head. Data and thoughts that were jumbled and scattered, out of order and making no sense. The confusion was horrible. The confusion itself was all he was sure of, and that he had to get away from the white empire. The whole reason he escaped from the city was due to a major... what should we call it... breakdown. Breakdown of his mind. The months and months of isolation had only gotten worse when his room and whole body were searched and all his personal items were taken away. His kaleidoscope and his sharp objects. He could not even move to fight when he was taken back away into the even whiter lab rooms.

Cleanse. Reboot.

A sharp pain racked through his head and he grabbed at his shaggy black hair with a groan. When he rose he noticed a large object in the distance and he knew that he would only be able to tell if it was real or not if he got closer. And so he did. It seemed like a building and he soon found that it really was. The relief from the sun was almost tangible but still he was on guard and ready for any obstacles that were inside, ready to cut down anyone who would oppose him. Weapon pulled the long knife from the back of his belt. He closed his eyes for a minute in preparation for the darkness inside and listened close for any sound inside. There was something in there, no telling what. He opened the door with the point of his knife and slipped inside.

[spaceboycalling]

What're you guys doin' makin' all kinds of racket this early in the--

Okay, who's this.

[fierytheangelsfell]

if you don't like sharing his face, i'd be more then happy to fix that for you.

[karmacenter]

Desert freqs... Anything I can do for you dustbabies?

[surgical-rewind]

O-oh. This is.... wow, I forgot this thing even worked anymore... Uh, hello?

[zonemouse]

Burn Bright

Mouse came out as soon as the sun went down. He’d adapted completely to night life, his clothes, his equipment. Para had rigged him up a device that sent out soundwaves, everything it hit turned to color in his eyes. The black, lightless landscape was a world of color that was just his. It allowed him to move in the dark while everyone else was blind. Mice were nocturnal, after all.

Thats how he arrived, at the location he had given Party, in a beat up old junker car. The car gave a sigh of relief when he cut the engine.

[exxiebradley]

Well. Isn't this a pleasant surprise. Who would ever have thought a little girl from the City would be graced with such royal favour. I'd curtsey but I doubt you'd be able to tell.