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zerooo-xx:
Zero knew the sound well enough to assume someone was doing something completely idiotic. But he couldn’t help but see who it was doing the madness. After haring Mavis talk about some destruction, he grew curiosity to those spraying around town. As he turned the color he looked up and say the… piece of work. “If it was something original, and had some sort of artistic talent that was actually pleasing to the eyes. This is just a waste of space for someone that could put something on the wall worth looking at. Your middle fingers looks like a rooster crown.”
Duncan rolled his eyes at the pessimism. “Whatever, you know what they say. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” He was used to people not getting the things he did, whether it was mild or not. Duncan was going to do whatever he wanted regardless of what people thought. “I mean a rooster crown sounds kind of badass, don’t you think? Roosters can be violent as fuck. That’s the perfect message to send.” Tossing the can towards the stranger he grinned. “Think you can do any better?”
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wendymadarlings:
There were only a few people Wendy could confidently say she was terrified of, and Tiara, James Hook, and Duncan Nelson headed the list. She didn’t know what it was about the guy that made her so nervous, but he did. As she was walking back to her apartment from campus, Wendy spotted someone who either was undeniably Duncan or somehow just as freakishly tall as him, and while her instinct told her to bolt, it was too late by the time he’d heard her coming. “Duncan, what are you doing?” she asked, now an accomplice to whatever defacing of a building he was doing. “No, I don’t want to join, are you crazy? You’re going to get arrested or something. Don’t you know people drive down this way all the time?”
Ah, yes. Wendy Darling. His favorite little gal to mess with. He didn’t mean his actions in a malicious way, but she was just so fun to tease. Maybe he took things too far sometimes, but being able to get under someone’s skin was his favorite talent. “Uh- what does it look like I’m doing sweet cheeks? I think it looks better, don’t you think?” He replied with a large smile, then rolling his eyes at the mention of getting arrested. “Wendy, I’m not going to get arrested. As long as I’m not caught that is. The last things cops care about is some rouge graffiti artist. Lighten up would ya, you could have fun if you just let loose a little.” He smiled as he drew closer and grabbed her wrist and placed the spray paint into the palm of her hand. “C’mon, just let go.”
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Sam was walking through downtown, on her way to the record store to look for some new vinyls. She didn’t mind walking. Besides, the weather was nice so far. Not too sunny and warm, but comfortable just how Sam liked it. She took a shortcut and when she turned the corner she saw a guy with a can of spray paint in his hand. She stopped to glance over and read the words on the wall. “I like your vibe so far,” was all Sam said at first. She shrugged. She’d done her fair share of vandalism at plenty of protests and such in the past. “What do you think I should add?” she asked, holding her hand out for the can.
Duncan grinned at her words, getting a slight ego boost from it. He wasn’t really expecting the compliment, in most situations he was used to by-standers calling the cops on him. He was happy that wasn’t the case today. He was even happier that she was willing to play along. Handing her the can of black spray paint he flashed a large grin. “Whatever you want, whatever you feel. It’s all about feeling. Sad, happy, angry, shit’s all the same, but it feels good to get it out there.” In reality it was kind of Duncan’s way of releasing build up emotions. He had never been good at that type of thing and he felt this was a better alternative than writing down his feelings in some stupid journal.
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themadalice:
Alice always seemed to find Duncan in the most random of places. Even when she ran into him at Wonderland it tended to be at a perfectly odd moment in her shift. She supposed she should be used to things like that, but it always made her think every single time. At his question, she tilts her head to the side and admires his work. It was…crude. But it was very Duncan. “I don’t know….I’ve never vandalized public property before! She said with a shrug. Still, she was often told she shouldn’t dismiss anything until she tries it. “Okay, I will. What do I paint? Or spray? What is the proper terminology?” She looked at him with her big eyes. “I’m sure I’m asking way too many questions already….but I’m just too curious.”
Duncan was happy to find Alice instead one of his exes. He already gotten enough trouble for one day. He wasn’t even nervous of the cops, juvie was a cake walk, he was more so scared of the wrath from the string of girls he left heartbroken. “Just try it, who knows you might find that you like de-facing public property.” He replied in a rugged laugh. He preferred arson, but he needed to be more careful with that type of thing. “Whatever you want doll. That’s the fun part, you can say or draw anything you want. I guess it’s just like painting, but a little more difficult.” He looked down at her, meeting her gaze with a small smile. “Are you sure you wanna’ get your hands dirty?”
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Kimi wasn’t even against the action itself. It sucked that underpaid employees would have to be the ones to scrub off the graffiti rather than those the message was aimed at, but she couldn’t say she’d never be guilty of doing the same. Her arms crossed, eyes narrowed, the paint was not what she was glaring at, rather than the man behind it. “With you, it’s exactly what it looks like.”
He was surprised to see Kimi, but it was almost bad luck of his that he kept running into one of his exes in public. Animania was a big city, but at times it felt small--suffocating even. “Awh, c’mon babe we used to love to do this shit together.” He smiled mischievously as he towered over her. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft on me now.” Kimi was probably one of his favorite exes, she was bold and beautiful. Although he used that and her kindness to his advantage, cheating on her more times than he could count. Sometimes he felt bad about it, but they always got caught in that same cycle.
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Her parents were always too busy with work to remember things around the house, one of which included the family dog, Beaker. She took the responsibility upon herself, like the rest of the home, to make sure he got his daily walk. Today the weather was perfect that she didn’t even need to bring along a jacket or worry about his paws on the cement. It wasn’t difficult for her to get distracted which is exactly how she got caught staring at what it was he was creating on the wall. “Subtle. I like it,” she said before she looked up to where he stood above her. Her heart sank into her toes when she caught a look at his physique. Dee Dee regained her composure, giving him the essence of a smirk. “Only if I can draw anything I want.” When she served up her takes on the sickness of reality she did it in pink in bubble letters between two doodled hearts. Dee Dee held out her free hand for the can and the other the leash for her family pet. “This is Beaker, he’s very friendly. Mind holding him for a second?”
It wasn’t until the blonde spoke that he fully took in her frame, she was so much smaller compared to him. He felt like a giant compared to her, but he admired her spunk to play along. She didn’t seem breaking the law type, but he was proven wrong time and time again since meeting Courtney. “Of course, this whole wall is your canvas after all, tiny.” He replied with a smirk of his own, already giving her a pet nickname. It was something he tended to give most people, with being shoved off to juvie constantly he had a hard time remembering people’s names sometimes. Nicknames just stuck better. “Sure.” He watched with curious eyes to see what she would write. “What’s up beaker?” Duncan asked as he was handed the leash, and began to bend down to give the dog some pets.
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The day wouldn’t be complete without Duncan vandalizing public property, it was the rite of passage after all. With a black can of spray paint in his hand he looked in awe of his new masterpiece upon a corporate buildings wall. He wasn’t one for de-facing a small business, he wasn’t a monster for gods sake. It wasn’t anything really special, all it said was ‘fuck capitalism’ with a poorly drawn middle finger next to it. It didn’t matter if it looked like shit, Duncan still found it funny. He hadn’t noticed someone next to him until he was about to turn on his heels to leave. “This isn’t what it looks like...” He paused, and then a large grin pulled at his lips. “Unless you wanna join’?”
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DUNCAN NELSON is a 24 year old from AMITY PARK ; is currently UNEMPLOYED , duncan is PROBABLY BISEXUAL BUT IS QUESTIONING. his favorite song is LITHIUM ,NIRVANA. born on MARCH 25TH , 1989 , he is a ARIESS SUN , AQUARIUS MOON , SAGITARIUS RISING !
SUMMARIZED;
Duncan Nelson is what most would label as a “bad boy.” Though he’d groan at that term itself. He’s sarcastic, crass, and a juvenile delinquent. Everything every mother warned their young daughters to stray away from. Duncan isn’t evil, he just likes having fun and sticking it to ‘the man’. Admittedly he does have a softer side to him, he isn’t all guts and glory all the time. Just good luck on trying to get that side out of him. He hates being seen as vulnerable or weak.
HEADCANONS;
Duncan has been to juvie more times than you can probably count on your fingers alone. For what exactly? Well, the list was endless. Arson, Vandalism, Assault, you name it, Duncan’s probably been locked up for it.
Loves horror films, not so much the supernatural stuff though. The slasher movies are his favorites, even the really cheesy ones.
Duncan is super flirtatious with anyone who catches his eyes. He has a hard time with commitment considering he never really saw a stable relationship between his parents growing up. He knows cheating is wrong, and in the end it benefits no one but him in the moment, buts its a cycle he has a hard time breaking.
Duncan is a fierce competitor in anything he does. He wants to be the best, he wants to win. Even if that means playing dirty. In his mind there are no such things as rules only ‘guidelines’.
Music is his escape from the daily torment that is life. Getting high and listening to his favorite album is the best de-stressor for him. Even playing his guitar when he has the inspiration, but mainly he just likes playing covers of songs.
Duncan’s style is very alternative. He’s dyed his hair from every color under the sun and then some. He’s had an undercut, a mohawk, and even shaved it all completely off before. Now its grown out some from his mohawk days, he feels it looks to “professional’ to what he prefers, but he’s deciding to leave it for now before he damages it any further. But he’s impulsive so whose to say how long that decision will last.
Duncan likes to collect trinkets from people he meets. and when I say collect, I mean stealing. he likes to keep little ‘souvenirs’ as he calls it from the people whose been in his life past and present.
Despite Duncan’s intimidating exterior whether that be because of his attitude or his looks he is fairly level-headed until he is pushed to the edge. Like how he never got his money from winning Chris's stupid show. Duncan is big on promises and shit that he is feel owed to him. Crossing Duncan can become messy considering he never backs down from a fight and isn’t hesitant to start one.
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