12 August 2012 @ 06:21 pm

"Hold my beer and watch this."


[Next part was added some time later]

Nobody put that on my tombstone!
 
 
06 August 2012 @ 06:35 pm
[Rummy goes to his fridge, and gets a shock when he grabs the handle.] Son of a bitch.

[He tries to grab a beer, but that shocks him too.] Goddammit!

[He even gets shocked when turning on his radio.] Motherfucker! What the fuck is going on?

[/video ends]
 
 
25 July 2012 @ 06:09 pm
[Rummy doesn't look happy. His cornrows are all wet, and he's shaking water off his glasses.]

I'm only gonna say this once. Next motherfucker to throw a balloon at me is gettin' their shins broke.
 
 
15 July 2012 @ 01:00 pm
[By the look of things, Rummy looks close to tearing his dreadlocks out.]

There's no booze anywhere and the stores won't sell me any...

Look, if someone'll just come here and gimme some booze, I'll give you money. I just need a motherfuckin' drink!
 
 
30 June 2012 @ 11:43 am
That time again? [Sigh.] Well, let's get this over with.
 
 
10 June 2012 @ 12:24 pm
[If one were to go to the park today, especially the lake, they might notice an oddly colored goose. Oddly colored as in light yellow. It's also wearing a bandana around its neck, which you don't normally see on a goose.

He can be found swimming around or trying to bum food off people in the park.]
 
 
20 May 2012 @ 01:11 pm
Man am I glad those fuckin' tests are over. I dunno 'bout the rest of y'all, but if I end up goin' to that dance, I'm gonna spike the punch. Or sneak a flask in.

And nobody gimme all that "underage" shit.
 
 
If one more motherfucker hugs me, they gonna get my foot up their fuckin' ass!

I'm gonna glue spikes to my shirt at this rate.
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 11:09 am
[He's been ignoring the photos falling from the sky all day. He doubts any of them would matter to him.

One lands on his shoulder and he picks it up, glancing at it. It makes his eyes widen.]


Holy shit!

[He tosses it away like it's on fire, only for the wind to blow it back onto his trenchcoat. An observant onlooker might have noticed the photo has Raikov and Volgin. Doing the nasty.]
 
 
17 April 2012 @ 07:10 pm
I dunno what the fuck these things are, but I've had it up to here with 'em!

[He takes a broom and shoves several more that snuck in out his door.]
 
 
26 March 2012 @ 09:46 am
[Rummy pops up from some nearby bushes, looking down at himself and generally acting as if he'd just woken up from a dream. He even pinches himself.]

Holy shit, I'm alive. Unless this 's Hell. Then again, not like there's a big 'nough difference.

[ooc: He got vaporized during that whole thing. Is what happens when going against an alien that's a better shot than you.]
 
 
22 March 2012 @ 08:04 pm
The next person who says I smell like rum and cheap cologne is gonna be drinking food outta a straw for the next month.

[OOC: His actual smell is rum, the cheap cologne is his attempt to mask it.]
 
 
22 February 2012 @ 08:57 pm
On the up side, the rain's a refreshin' change from all this heat. The down side, it's a fuckin' pain to keep wipin' off my glasses.

[He peels a slug off his shoe and tosses it aside.]

Not to mention all these fuckin' slugs. Should'a brought salt.

[Right before he turns the video off, one might see a slug crawling up the back of his shoulder and stretching itself towards his ear.]
 
 
15 February 2012 @ 03:08 pm
A'right, this ain't a big deal. I was in Iraq, for fuck's sake.

[He loads and cocks one of the many guns he's got on his person.]

If any y'all try to slow me down or rob me, you gonna get a cap in yo ass.
 
 
27 January 2012 @ 02:42 pm
A'right, let's get this over with. Crazies, freaks, aliens, robots, commies, whatever.

Probably hopin' too much that some'a my friends are here, yet again.

[ooc: Anything goes. Doubles, threadjacking, you name it. Also open to action.]