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“Oh yeah! That was fun- kinda scared the shit outta me though. What did you say your name was?” Noiz chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he looked back at the past.

[FROM NOIZ] "Hey, you. Don't I know you from somewhere??"

"......OH! Oh yeah! I came to you when I was running from the cops! Fun times."

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hey. i guess i’m back.

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Hiatus until further notice.

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“What? Dude. It’s the pinnacle of 80′s fashion! Especially for punks. “ David looks... shocked, to say the least. “You better take that back, mothman.”

truth serum! what is your opinion on crust pants/crust jackets? a certain vampire is wondering. --: DWP

‘ truth serum ’  | Accepting

“They look disgusting. They remind me of the blue flames one that’s fucking my son.”

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“Same thing here. Don’t want any of Santa Carla looking for me now, do I?”

{ OPEN.

“If someone comes looking for me, tell them I’m dead.”

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Nods at what 035 said. “The exact opposite. I hated them.” “Yeah, man. I had some posters, but they’re all buckling in on themselves.. they were beautiful. It was me and a friend until a month ago.. he moved out. If he was still here, he would probably like you.” Pulling up a picture, Noiz’s phone showed a white-haired male, with a gasmask, and bleach-white labcoat. “His name is Clear. He’s not human, but a very, very humanoid AI. I helped with his upkeep.”

As Noiz sets up for the night, he sits down for a cig outside on his balcony. “Shit’s been stressful today.”

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David has just discovered what a phone is. “The hell is a ‘wi-fi signal???’“

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“My name was Wilhelm. If you haven’t noticed, I’m fully German.” He nearly gagged at even pronouncing his name. It disgusts him. Deeply. “Oh, the green? It’s my favorite color! Always has been. Oh. Let me tell ya..” Deep breath in. “So, I’m an information broker. People pay me for the location of somethin’, and I give them what they want. “ Leans in a tad to whisper. “As a result, I’m highly intelligent when it comes to computers. Radios. Television. If I really wanted to fuck with people, I’d make national news.”

As Noiz sets up for the night, he sits down for a cig outside on his balcony. “Shit’s been stressful today.”

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Sitting across from Dyo, the male sighed deeply.  “Noiz. My fucking parents gave me the shittiest name, so I changed it.” Shrugging, he turned on his phone, sending a quick text to a friend. Noiz mumbles to himself, in his mothertongue.

“One of my friends shouldn’t be coming back until tomorrow morning. Do you want to do anything here, in your spare time?”

As Noiz sets up for the night, he sits down for a cig outside on his balcony. “Shit’s been stressful today.”

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“Ah , you’re a funny guy. Alright. Make yourself as comfy as you’d like, though.” Fiddling with his lip piercings, he shut the blinds, as well as turning off the porch lights.  “I just took a break , but I can get into the police scanners to see if they’re onto you. I work as an information broker, so it’s no big deal. I usually get on them if I hear sirens.”

As Noiz sets up for the night, he sits down for a cig outside on his balcony. “Shit’s been stressful today.”

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for my next birthday i want a pinata filled with regular candy and gummies and then weak edibles so i have a 40/60 percent chance of getting blitzed

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“Dude. You have no idea how many times I’ve been called a punk, by a cop. Fuckin’ hate ‘em.” He scowls, ushering the other inside of his apartment. “What’s your name, if you have one?” In Noiz’s apartment were green lights, green glasses.. you name it, it was his and it was green. “Call me Noiz. “ Rubbing at his bandages, the male sighed. “If you want something to eat or drink, just ask, by the way. I’ve run from those fuckers many times. “

As Noiz sets up for the night, he sits down for a cig outside on his balcony. “Shit’s been stressful today.”

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“Huh? No man. I’m not lyin’ to ya. I’d never do that!” David was OBVIOUSLY lying, his face tells it all. Plus, he lies to police officers all the time. 

“Thats uuuuh….a lie.”

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The male winces as the sirens start, but soon gets used to them. It isn’t the first time he’s heard that piercing noise in this neighborhood. As the disgusting noises hit his ears, Noiz put his hands over his ears. He’s a tough guy, but those were highly annoying sounds... When the other appeared before him, Noiz snuffed his cig. This isn’t the weirdest shit he has seen. “Hey man. Did you cause those sirens to go off?”

As Noiz sets up for the night, he sits down for a cig outside on his balcony. “Shit’s been stressful today.”

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Headcanon!

David, since his lair is CHOCK FULL of random items, knows how to play the piano, cello, and saxophone. Don’t ask him to play anything beyond 1987. He’ll look at you like you’re insane!

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Hiyo looked at the pick, held it, and scraped it gently between his fingers. “Bitchin’.” A nod of approval was given! He likes it.

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(Gold guitar pick for you!)