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❝ Who th’ hell’s harassing my kid. ❞

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when u rp your ocs dying in childbirth

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❝ Now who the fuck are you? ❞

The small woman asked, peeking up from behind a mech fighter. She knew the warehouse wasn’t the most secure place for junkers to be hiding out but she never expected some random civilian to be walking through like it was some carnival.

❝ You have five seconds to tell me who you are or ‘m blastin’ you into next dimension. ❞

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❝ Well hey there again Patty! Long time no see. ❞

The woman dropped down from the pipelines that trailed along the training ground’s ceiling. How she manages to get up there remains to be a mystery, a further mystery being how does she get into the watchpoint in the first place.

She is a criminal after all, she must have her ways.

❝ I got some cool new fire tricks if y’wanna see. ❞

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Like this post for a starter !

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WHILE DOING ARCADE A FRIEND MENTIONED ‘WATCH GENJI DANCE AND PLAY WHIP AND NAE NAE IT WORKS’

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peepo gets me

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I, A SIMPLE MERCY MAIN: I HATE MY TEAMMATES

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☢ Starshine || repaiirer:

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      the child smiled, passing around the presents of varying sizes to the girls. each one in ink had their names written on it, with a smile-y face and heart next to their names. she placed her hands on her knees and looked at them, so full of energy. “ well? aren’t you gonna open it? ”

The women looked between each other, smirks pulling at their lips. Is today some kind of special holiday? Junkrat was absent from the camp which one happens on two days... So today must of been mother’s day. How sweet of her to think of them.

❝ Of course of course, calm down a bit Efi. ❞

The junkers wasted no time ripping into the presents, eager to see what their little Starshine had gotten for them.

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Efi shook them awake, her smile as big as ever. She was holding in one arm three, poorly wrapped with dirty paper, gifts. "C'mon! C'mon get up! I have things for you!"

The junker girls stirred awake, rubbing at their eyes and groaning. What time was it? Early o’clock? This better be good.

❝ Efi couldn’t you have waited until the sky was brighter? ❞

❝ Yeah! It’s super early Starshine. ❞

However Brimstone quietly sat up and scooted next to the girl. The other two followed suit.

❝ Alright alright. What is it Starshine? What did you get us? ❞

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A HERO OF JUSTICE, WITH A FUZZY SENSE OF GOOD AND EVIL

—– written by jamie

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ooc. if you send me one of those sentence starters i hope you dont expect something serious, i was in the call w/ my friend recording all of that and i can still hear his voice reading them and i can’t stop laughing

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"No-No- NO. You're not getting away YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY." // could be anyone so.. 8'D

❝ TRY AND STOP ME. ❞

Ichor held the bags of cash as she ran, did this ‘hero’ really think they could catch her? She was light on her feet! She also had a flame thrower that’d scorch this mother fucker’s ass.

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"My friend gets pissed at their Splatoon comp" Sentence Starters

"YOU FOOLS."

"___ is fucking pissed."

"My wall of snipers failed me."

"These ass fuckers."

"Battle again? Yeah. Whatever. Kill me now."

"No? *voice crack* no."

"Oh yeah. Another lovely team composition."

"A sniper and uh- what the fuck is that."

"A splatter shot pro. Who's level 12."

"OHHH someone jumped into the water."

"Did you see this freakin' fool?"

"Come on. I'm depending on you."

"Oh- god damn. Christ. ____ coming out of no where."

"They're on the other team but I'll booyah."

"No- Nobody did it back. I hate them all. I hate them so much. I hate my entire team."

"Come on. Leave me alone. Please. leave me alone. I gotta shoot off this thing."

"Got ya, got your little teammate too."

"Everyone's sucking my dick tonight."

"Huh- no. I hate you so much for killing me. Only I can kill people."

"No. Get that gun out of my face."

"I mean- *sighs.*"

"[Actual screaming]"

"I mean I did do that."

"Do you want this fist go half way up your ass- really? God damn."

"Ha- got them anyways. Suck it."

"Got someone standing at spawn like a god damn statue museum."

"What is this, TF2?"

"Don't you even squid bag. I'll come for you. You'll regret it."

"Squidbagging again I see, looks like you're in for a world of pain."

"But I'll do it. Oh I'll do it."

"Oh-- no you don't. Nice try asshole."

"I'm devoting my life to killing you now."

"You wanna try that? No. Thank you."

"Oh there they are- NO I fell into the water- I was so close."

"I have to kill them. I've been focusing this entire game on killing this little twerp."

"ENEMY SPOTTED."

"No-No- NO. You're not getting away YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY."

"Face my fist like a man."

"Oh no I fell into the water again."

"I gotta text them now and say 'sorry. I was focusing on trying to kill this bitch'."

"Friends? We're the opposite of friends. We're enemies."

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"i mean we gave you chances to not be criminals, it's kinda my job now to arrest people who hurt others."

❝ We... Understand that Efi. Well, maybe not Junkrat but... Do you really think we really know how to be good people? You’re applying moral standards of the real world to us junkers who had to do nothing but fight and claw our way to survive. You remember don’t you? That little six year old who knew she had to steal if she wanted to get a decent meal. We tried to make your life comfortable but I guess doing so we just made you ignorant to how the Outback really worked. I’ve witnessed friends die. Junkrat he- he witnessed some closed loved ones die. Hog- I donlt know about him. I watched my sister get beat to death, Brimstone can’t even speak about her past without crying. We all got our problems and we had to fight through them and you really think we know how to act in a functioning society again? Ichor doesn’t even know what proper society is! She was born and raised in the Outback. ❞

❝ If you want us to stop being criminals then you have to give us a hand instead of locking us in fucking jail and expecting us to LEARN OUR LESSON! ❞

Catalyst would consider herself the wisest or most responsible of the group. She was the most in touch with her past. Despite the fact that she was merely a pre-teen when the omnium set off. Efi was young, she could acclimate to society she supposed but them? They were old. Bad habits die hard after all. If Efi is going to talk like she really gave them a chance to change then she better face the reality that they were criminals to begin with.

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     dust was in her eyes, but when was it not? the girl rubbed at them, to no avail. she didn’t dare complain about them outwardly, what if he was still following her? it wasn’t something she wanted to test. he did that to her parents, what was stopping him from hurting her too? it didn’t matter, because at this moment she was more likely to die of hunger and thirst then at the hands of some villain.

    she got up from her spot in a small cave, checking the color of the sky, it was the dark navy blue, which meant people were going to have a hard time seeing. perfect. and thus, the child began to venture out, arms holding herself as her tattered dress slightly flowed in the gentle wind. efi had no idea where she was even walking, but anywhere was better then her empty cave.

    and perhaps it was sheer luck to see it in the the distance, smoke and then bright flames of a fire. it looked like some people were sitting around it but it was too far away for her to make out the number. she continued to the fire, walking quietly and ducking behind rocks if she thought she was being watched.

      ‘what exactly do you think you’re going to do when you get there? no one likes to give handouts.’ it echoed in her mind, but her stomach protested logic. it was a miracle that she survived this long without anyone to care for her–she was only six.

    the flame was closer, and she noticed the amount of people present. it terrified her to see that many people in a group, usually it was only two or four. efi stood behind a rock, sticking her face slightly out to watch them and see if they had any food. her eyes then caught on what looked like a can that sat off to the side. it wasn’t opened. she stood for a moment. she…probably shouldn’t steal, it was wrong. they found the food, it was theirs. but…she was so hungry.

    so she did it, when she noticed all of them were distracted or simply weren’t looking, she made a dash for the beans, snatching it up and shaky dirty hands.

The Outback was a cruel place to grow up in. Everyone knew this. Yet it was a miracle how some people could survive in such a desolate wasteland. Once a thriving community now reduced to mere ashes and survival instinct. Junkers they were called. Without the rules of modern society what were they to do but anarachy? It was kill or be killed. Hunt or be hunted. Nobody likes helping others without a price after all.

At first it was only him and his mother. The two of them against the world. And then it was him and Roadhog, muscle he hired due to a very special treasure he managed to recover from an old omnium. To junkers what he had was rare, irreplaceable. Craved. Yet to the outside world, god knows what he could have that would cause junkers to actively search him.

That was at first. It was merely him and Roadhog for a while. Then came Ichor and Brimstone. Then Catalyst. Then Bricksnap. All of them formed a very unlikely group. Roadhog protested to the presence of these new members yet Junkrat could see the potential in having more hands around. They hunted, scavenged and built all in record time. Yet that’s all they were to each other. An extra set of hands. They made sure he stayed alive and he made sure they stayed alive. Nothing more than that in matters of attachment.

It was after a long day that the junker group decided to settle down. Ichor started a fire while Catalyst and Roadhog went on to find and bring back food. It was a successful sort of day, they managed to get a few miles closer towards the border that separates Junkertown and the rest of Australia. The part that’s not irradiated. With fresh air and blue skies as opposed to the sickly green and yellow one that lights up the dead trees and burnt grass.

Junkrat was about to grab a hold of the can of beans he had sitting next to him when he noticed there was a lack of there. Feeling around, the skinny male turned around to see his food gone, and instead, in the hands of a child running away. The Outback was cruel, even for children. But that was his damn food.

❝ Roadie, we got ourselves a thief. ❞

The bigger male stood up from his spot around the fire, judging by the distance she was still in range. And with a quick flick, he threw his hook at her, aiming to loop around her waist and pull her in.

Catalyst never talked much in the group to start with and Brimstone, well. She didn’t talk at all. However Ichor and Bricksnap were very lively so of course they would get the four of them involved with Junkrat and Roadhog. However despite such a bumpy start they all seemed to work well together. Each had their own jobs. Brimstone being the most knowledgeable in basic first aid, Catalyst as an extra set of muscle, Bricksnap with her mechanics knowledge and Ichor with her quick movements and fast trigger, they were vital parts to the group that they unintentionally joined.

Food was hard to come by in the Outback though. Most times they’d have to raid other camps or steal from smaller groups. Not like they cared. It was how society was. The most cutthroat society to grace planet Earth. At the end of the day they usually manage to have enough food for one searching but on special occasions or on a good day they manage to get enough food for maybe two servings. But usually Roadhog’s the one to keep the food in case of a rainy day. But rainy days here in the Outback are anything but pleasant. Scorching acid and burning skin. How lovely.

Glancing over to Junkrat, Catalyst noticed a small flash of color go by. A very small flash. Judging by the girl’s height she may be either five or six years old. Such a young thing having to fight on her own already? It rang alarms in Catalyst’s head. She wasn’t necessarily to empathetic or sympathetic type but having grown up to watch her sister die at a young age defending her, she could only imagine what hell this little girl has gone through.

When Roadhog pulled in the child, Ichor was first to speak up.

❝ Alright kid, hand it over. You think you could pull a fast one on us junkers? Think again. We’ve dealt with kids like you before, you’re nothing new and special. You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get food in this society. ❞

Catalyst however didn’t feel right with the situation. With furrowed eyes she stood up and interjected into the conversation. This all felt too wrong. Starving a child? She looked thin as bones yet they cared more about a can of beans then potentially leaving a child to starve and rot.

❝ Hold on now guys. This kid is obviously starving and is just in a need of some food. Are we really going to go and starve a child just because she tried to steal from us? Don’t tell me you haven’t stolen food when you were younger. Now I’m not one to give out free food to every poor soul but this is a child we’re dealing with. ❞

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ooc. when your teammate says you’re a shit mercy but your rez gets potg