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Who: Zhas and whoever wants in on this grumpy trainwreck.
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.

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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."

he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.

so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:

a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)

on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]

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[making people uncomfortable is, unfortunately, what he does for a living. but this is good--the kid doesn't seem all that immediately dangerous or anything, just loud.

all the eye nonsense, though. he mulls that over, still staring for a second or two longer than necessary... but whatever's going on behind that looks-like-he-had-fun-once-and-hated-it expression, it culminates in him finally looking back at the bar, reaching into his pocket, and dropping the contents on top of Murphy's payment--another half-dozen coins of his own.]

Saw this in a movie once. [oh yes, Zhas sounds just as gravelly and monotone as he looks. thank goodness he's retreating back towards his drink.] Kind of makes it worse.

[Zhas digs in his pockets for who knows what so Murphy instinctively gropes for the pike stowed in his jacket - that's currently around his waist. He's still tugging weirdly at a handful of his shirt by the time Zhas is coming up with only coins, not a weapon.

After a long, hard, dead-eyed stare at the money, Murphy starts to pick out those extra coins one by one and jangles them momentarily in his hand. He doesn't know too many movies. He's already sure he's not going to know it.]

Saw - what, a whole lot of desert nothing or some guy giving up good credit for no reason? [Murphy claps the money back to the counter and slides it back over in front of Zhas, annoyingly slow but very sure.] Save it for the sunglasses fund or whatever.

[he rolls his eyes... which is at least a human expression, and possibly the most comforting thing he's done so far. he lets the money sit there.]

No, the town. Only seen two movies in my life, and this was basically one of them. Makes it seem pretty stupid.

[he nods back down at the money, finally.] Yours won't get you much.

[maybe he's trying to be nice. maybe he's got a really, really, really bad understanding of what "nice" is.]