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"Or-…"
Kyle's voice gets stuck for a moment, as he stares down (or rather, up) the other robloxian. His hands clenched into fists that have him nearly shaking, short nails digging into his palms. Puffing out his chest as he found his words.
"Or else what? What are you gonna do? The case is all yours, go and look at it yourself."
Kyle wanted to a way out, but the adrenaline was starting to get to him.
Someone was making their way to the fireplace in the main cabin, small metal case in hand, too fixated on whatever they were doing to pay attention to anyone that wasn't on the main floor, or even anything that wasn't nearly directly in their way once they'd settled on a target.
Light brown amber hair, hanging a bit lower than Guest would be used to seeing, that motorcycle shirt that they all seemed to wear for… some reason, visible from under his uniform. That was a Bacon, walking into the survivors cabin like he owned it. @colosseum-cleanup
Guest stands in the middle of the cabin, already riled up by the news of his arrival. He whirls around to face the bacon when he enters, eyeing him up and down. What kind of stunt is he trying to pull at the fireplace..? He walks a little closer to try and keep an eye on his actions, but takes care to keep a safe distance away.
Through much suspicion, Guest speaks. “What are you doing?” He sees no point in trying to be sneaky right now.
#...and starting a fight with a grown ass man was starting to become the more important thing to him.#<- Line I wanted to add to the main post so badly but ruined the vibe completely. ]]#Also Hi I lived]]#In exchange for Weatley's life (any amount of activity) Kyle gets to interact after *checks watch* a whole month :) ]]#clocked in#clean up in isle 4#forsaken rp blog
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Instinctively, Kyle takes a step back as The Guest approaches, trying to keep some degree of distance between them. Although his movement doesn't do anything to help him out of this, he's still effectively cornered. Eyes darting around the room, looking for an alternative, Kyle's composure is starting to break under the threat of The Guest that stands before him.
His Instructor would kill him, if he found out about what he had, and The Guest might actually kill him for it, or maybe he'd kill him regardless.
He took the case and dropped it, moving to kick it under the couch. It went under, but he couldn't tell it it'd stayed there, or if he'd hit it too hard and it just went past.
Someone was making their way to the fireplace in the main cabin, small metal case in hand, too fixated on whatever they were doing to pay attention to anyone that wasn't on the main floor, or even anything that wasn't nearly directly in their way once they'd settled on a target.
Light brown amber hair, hanging a bit lower than Guest would be used to seeing, that motorcycle shirt that they all seemed to wear for… some reason, visible from under his uniform. That was a Bacon, walking into the survivors cabin like he owned it. @colosseum-cleanup
Guest stands in the middle of the cabin, already riled up by the news of his arrival. He whirls around to face the bacon when he enters, eyeing him up and down. What kind of stunt is he trying to pull at the fireplace..? He walks a little closer to try and keep an eye on his actions, but takes care to keep a safe distance away.
Through much suspicion, Guest speaks. “What are you doing?” He sees no point in trying to be sneaky right now.
#{{Horrible racist child makes stupid decision in a last ditch effort to get away from normal guy that happens to be a Guest. More at 8}}#clocked in#clean up in isle 4
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"I gotta know, why don't you wash the jacket?" He asks, getting straight to the point. "Like I get we're stuck here and all but I got the supplies, if that's why."
"Bacon."
The name is spoken with the sort of importance that only a 17 year old boy can manage, slightly over dramatic, with a determined look in his eyes.
"We need to talk."
[[ @colosseum-cleanup serious rp starter to devolve into silly bs, unless the jacket has lore hidden in the dirt and grime]]
*^bacon looks up, suprised.^*
🥓: "huh-? Oh, Kyle! Hey!"
*^he waves a bit.^*
#clean up in isle 4#clocked in#I'm not procrastinating on responding to Wheatley's rp threads why would I do that?
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Kyle started to inch his way around Guest, trying to get an escape route to the door that doesn't have him in the way. His eyes trained on the man, keeping one hand over the pocket his metal case was in. His voice holding more conviction than he expected it to be able to as he argued back. "It's nothing important, stop asking." Maybe he could stall for long enough and make a clean getaway, get somewhere safe.
Someone was making their way to the fireplace in the main cabin, small metal case in hand, too fixated on whatever they were doing to pay attention to anyone that wasn't on the main floor, or even anything that wasn't nearly directly in their way once they'd settled on a target.
Light brown amber hair, hanging a bit lower than Guest would be used to seeing, that motorcycle shirt that they all seemed to wear for… some reason, visible from under his uniform. That was a Bacon, walking into the survivors cabin like he owned it. @colosseum-cleanup
Guest stands in the middle of the cabin, already riled up by the news of his arrival. He whirls around to face the bacon when he enters, eyeing him up and down. What kind of stunt is he trying to pull at the fireplace..? He walks a little closer to try and keep an eye on his actions, but takes care to keep a safe distance away.
Through much suspicion, Guest speaks. “What are you doing?” He sees no point in trying to be sneaky right now.
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I demand to know his lore
{{OKay uh- I have a few things hold on- Images I' haven't posted be upon ye-
I have the full version of the drawing for the pfp and a Comic I Didn't Finish. Completely lost motivation on it, the more I looked at it the more "God some edgy teen wrote this" I felt which- I mean I guess means I portrayed Kyle's internal monologue at least half right but I could not look at it much longer. It's still canon though maybe I'll redo it sometime
Grew up in the Empire his whole life, ate up the propaganda like it was a meal at a five star restaurant. Genuinely thinks the Guests are out to get Bacons like him and 1337 scares the shit out of him because of it. He'll put up a fight if confronted, but he's way more bark than bite.
Also the Games are Canon to Kyle's version of LTG lore, they're not exclusively Guest Murder games though. Participation is Voluntary, and anyone can sign up.. but they target both Guest Prisoners and their own Jails with promise of great rewards and even freedom sometimes. Sometimes you'll also get trained Bacon Soilders too though who are looking for a quick buck or fame. It's a bad system, but it's a system people are taught to look at while eating popcorn. "You don't have to worry if you don't do anything wrong" is a pretty common thing to hear when any concern is brought up about it within the Empire.
And then there's the whole "Too much of a wuss to actually participate in training." thing.
Kyle's parent's signed him up for that, thought he would do well and have a future. Kyle hated it and would skip with his friends often, and actually training usually made him miserable for reasons he has yet to figure out. Instructor got sick of him and made him take on cleaning instead so they could still let him pass the course, not that he got that far before being Forsaken
Uh.. other than that? I HC he smokes weed, I guess. Or whatever Robloxia's equivalent would be.}}
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Tossing him in my brain like a marble
{{Idiot Brat Bacon hair Kyle I hate him so much/pos}}
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...He didn't have an answer to that.
"...Have you tried, uh- gifts, peace offerings maybe?"
🥓: "kyle"
🥓: "Kyle I think I might have fell for one of the guys. Help me Kyle what do I do"
[@holding-eachother-no-memorys ]
"Bacon, Buddy, Do I look like I know how wom..en.. work..." ... "...or.. Men. Who is it anyway?"
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"DON'T DO THAT we can fix this"
🥓: "kyle"
🥓: "Kyle I think I might have fell for one of the guys. Help me Kyle what do I do"
[@holding-eachother-no-memorys ]
"Bacon, Buddy, Do I look like I know how wom..en.. work..." ... "...or.. Men. Who is it anyway?"
#clocked in#clean up in isle 4#joke thread#Ironiclly if something like this happened around Kyle in an actual thread it might fix him slightly.
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"What the fuck do you mean The Last Guest???"
🥓: "kyle"
🥓: "Kyle I think I might have fell for one of the guys. Help me Kyle what do I do"
[@holding-eachother-no-memorys ]
"Bacon, Buddy, Do I look like I know how wom..en.. work..." ... "...or.. Men. Who is it anyway?"
#local 17 year old unfortunately revealed to be fantasy racist#Clocked In#Clean Up in Isle 4#Joke Thread
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🥓: "kyle"
🥓: "Kyle I think I might have fell for one of the guys. Help me Kyle what do I do"
[@holding-eachother-no-memorys ]
"Bacon, Buddy, Do I look like I know how wom..en.. work..." ... "...or.. Men. Who is it anyway?"
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"It's been alright I mean.."
He paused. This wasn't a great situation, actually.
"..I got outta cleaning duty by being here."
"oh- Hey!" There's.. another bacon hair down here in hell, apparently. Dressed like a janitor, waving once he'd spotted Bacon. "Hi!" @colosseum-cleanup [[*Throws Kyle at you like he's a rock*]]
*^bacon waves, seeing kyle.*
🥓: "oh! I didn't expect to see you here, hah! How's it been?"
#clean up in isle 4#I like that idea. Kyle is still like 17 tho and I'm pretty sure Bacon is like an adult with a wife.#However I wouldn't put it past the Specter to do some time bullshit.#or something
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Whatever it was, he had been reaching towards the fire with something in his hand, only retracting it when he turned around to reply, not wanting to burn himself while he wasn't looking.
"Why do you-"
His voice seemed to get caught in his throat when he saw who exactly he was talking to. Putting whatever he had back into the small case and putting it in his pocket.
Now felt like a good time to write his will. Standing up to face the Guest, a Guest that was in the military, at that. It was absurd, the sorta thing he and his friends would laugh about before he was reassigned to cleaning duty. It wasn't all that funny anymore.
"None of your business."
Someone was making their way to the fireplace in the main cabin, small metal case in hand, too fixated on whatever they were doing to pay attention to anyone that wasn't on the main floor, or even anything that wasn't nearly directly in their way once they'd settled on a target.
Light brown amber hair, hanging a bit lower than Guest would be used to seeing, that motorcycle shirt that they all seemed to wear for… some reason, visible from under his uniform. That was a Bacon, walking into the survivors cabin like he owned it. @colosseum-cleanup
Guest stands in the middle of the cabin, already riled up by the news of his arrival. He whirls around to face the bacon when he enters, eyeing him up and down. What kind of stunt is he trying to pull at the fireplace..? He walks a little closer to try and keep an eye on his actions, but takes care to keep a safe distance away.
Through much suspicion, Guest speaks. “What are you doing?” He sees no point in trying to be sneaky right now.
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{{fuck the comic actually I'm just gonna full send the blog}}
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Stuff about how the blog works, current arcs, or faq if we... ever get there.
General: Kyle's narration remains uncolored, and has no brackets "Kyle's speech is normal, but is blue under normal circumstances" "Sometimes it might just be the Quotation marks if he's out of it, for whatever reason." {{Be that High, or dying, or whatever else}}
{{OOC comments are in these brackets}} #tags are always OOC Guest Interactions: Due to also being Blue coded, and other lore stuff to do with the Empire, Kyle's Text turns red when interacting with any Guest 1337, or blue Guest Characters. May also apply just when I feel like it.
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Any OOC || Look man I just work here
Any IC || Clocked In
Anon Asks || Unregistered User
Roleplay
Starter || Clean up in Isle 4
Continued || Cleaning…
End || You'll pay me for the overtime, right?
Character/Situation Specific
Kyle Lore Mention || Personnel File Report
TLG Cannon Divergent Lore mention || That's not how they told it
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Name : Kyle
Not suitable for standard training
Set to clean mess halls and common areas outside of school instead of attending training
Cleared to miss classes the day after the games to clean up after attendants and participants
Cleared to access maintenance halls, staff areas, and Colosseum alone.
Cleared to access Offices, File Storage, Weapon Storage, and Locker rooms under supervision
Further access to be granted only when needed.
Further Notes regarding staff below.
Warning!!
Blog will likely contain Fantasy Racism (Guests/Bacons), Mentions of Blood and Gore, Death, War, Drugs (Very specifically weed and only weed.)
Kyle is 17, Age appropriate shipping is fine ig, but I don't want him getting any weird attention from anons, okay?
Kyle is a pretty shitty person, all things considered. any Guest 1337, or other Guest characters should probably expect said fantasy racism to come into play. Though I can work around not mentioning it for other characters if you don't want that in the interaction.
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Divider Credit : Me
Free to use, no credit needed but don't claim as your own
I don't condone any of the shitty stuff Kyle says or does he is a fictional character
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