Okay now that I can agree with. Ha ha last time I said somethin’ like that though I got called a pervert.
-But there’s nothing perverted about appreciating… well… God’s creation. Yeah. His giant, bouncy creations. Wally huffs though when the big guy laughs and casually flips him off-
I didn’t do shit!! He got an attitude with me ‘cause of my belt buckle—the confederate flag one. And I told him to go to hell.
And then I punched him when he couldn’t shut up and he punched me back.
… he provoked me.
*Laughs along.* Maybe ‘cause ya said it ‘round th’ ladies themselves? Dunno, jus’ guessin’ ya did.
*He’s still smiling despite his confused frown. Gee, someone’s touchy! That tells his story way more better than his words. Q rolls his eyes briefly as he pockets his hands.*
Uh-huh. So long as ya don’t end up in jail.
Ah take it th’ rest of California’s a lot more friendly than that though, yeah?
Yeah man I’m funny as fuck—
-He grunts indignantly when Q decides now’s high time to slap him nearly shitless. Alright, so, he probably deserved that. He’s still going to huff though-
Nah man the Coast really ain’t my bag. The furthest I ever got to it before was Arizona right before I joined TFI. And it was fuckin’ hell…
-In truth Walter’s actually nervous about all this. Incredibly so. The last time he was so far from home he wound up on the streets. Whose to say that can’t happen again?-
I also got punched in the face by a student protester.
Shame. Can’t say Ah’m a huge fan either… More like a bikini appreciator. Heh! Really though, it’s kinda excitin’ ta be there.
*The Heavy pretty much says that about every new place he goes to, regardless of whether or not he likes the weather or other reasons. It’s always nice to go beyond Texas every once in a while - which isn’t to say he doesn’t miss home.
Hope you don’t take his laugh the wrong way, Walter.* Hahah, oh man. An’ we’ve jus’ recently gotten here… What th’ hell did ya do?!
*He’s sure it was Walter’s fault.*
But if you jump in the water it’ll all splash out and the fish’ll die.
-Have you missed his charming, endearing humor Q?-
Now Ah don’t think that’ll—-
*He totally believed that for a second there.*
BV Well, aren’t we comedic gold incarnated. *Snorts regardless as he pats the other man’s back (a bit too hard).* Gotta be careful if there are sharks ‘round then; could make ‘em fly right off tha water an’ eat ya while they’re at it.
Ya enjoyin’ th’ place so far?
I have heard ya’ll flippin’ over bein’ near a city, a beach an’ whatnot, but heck— I still can’t get over it.
I mean, an actual city.
blutundgerechtigkeit: Yes, that’s right. I’ve been well, considering. -He’d forgotten about Q’s uber problem, and finds himself embarrassed for doing so.- That should be alright, bullets still work pretty well. What is it again that stops you from taking the uber?
Heh. Can’t beat good ol’ Brass Beast.
*He bites the inside of his cheek for a moment.* Ah didn’t get tha surgery ta get mah heart removed yet an’… If we’re honest here, it was mah fault. Ain’t too fond of th’ concept, y’see. But someone set a date an’ everythin’ fer me ta get it, so in theory that’ll soon stop bein’ a problem.
Hey there, Q. I wanted to ask if you would my me pocketing you? I haven't been doing so well lately on the field, even before all the mess happened. -Sounds a touch nervous, considering this is somewhat embarrassing to admit that he's not so effective these days.-
*Blinks, but smiles at the request.*
Hey Doc! Ah mean— Heinz, right?
Wouldn’t mind it at all! Jus’, ahh… *Rubs the back of his neck.* Ah’m unable t’ über yet, as ya probably already know. Hope ya don’t mind! ‘Sides, nothin’ that won’t get fixed later on anyway.
*He doesn’t seem as cheerful after the last statement is said, but his grin is quick to recover.* How have ya been, by th’ by?
… Aw man really? That mean they ain’t around anymore?
-Wally hasn’t exactly had the opportunity to visit a circus since his employment to RED. Couldn’t go when he was too busy being a bum in Arizona… the Soldier’s genuinely disappointed at the idea. Not that he really thought he was going to retire and become a clown or some shit. Just a shame. It was old fashion entertainment-
Guess kids started carin’ more ‘bout other shit, huh? I’m sorry man that blows. Like… I’m fuckin’ bummed.
Guess I can just be a street performer.
*Clicks his tongue.* It’d seem like that, but not t’ mah knowledge, no. There’s jus’ really few circuses ‘round, an’ one cannot say they are exactly popular.
*Gives a half little smile and shrugs a shoulder. There’s a lot of things he misses from way back on those days besides his job; however he knows that dwelling on it at this point is of no use. It never was. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t bum him either, obviously.*
It happens; newer things make people shove older things aside. Ah’m glad it happened at all. Bein’ part of a circus, Ah mean.
*He smiles again.* But Ah’m sure ya can put yer talent ta use other than in tha streets! Maybe on TV? Ah dunno.
It was a lot of fun, yeah. There were a lot of older kids that were assholes -He’s still smiling though- I didn’t mind. I made a lot of people laugh and that was pretty cool. Plus I got a lil’ money.
-And in the Depression that meant something. He rented a suit for prom with that money. And he also got laid, so it was well used-
Whoa… that’s fuckin’ coolman. You ran the whole thing? Why’d you quit?
Heh, that’s th’ spirit. Admitedly, even th’ world of entertainment has an ugly side — some cases are worse than others. *He’d specify, but the Heavy doesn’t think he’d want a second opinion about this. His smile weakens a little, however, at his inquiry. Q chuckles softly as he pulls out a cigar from his chest pocket.*
Well, Ah was… Practically forced ta. Circuses lost their spark ‘round tha sixties, apparently, an’ it went downhill from there. We had less an’ less people comin’ so th’ guys had ta depart in search of other jobs. No idea where most of ‘em went.
*And lits it.* A damn shame, yeah.
texanshowoff replied to your post: *You can’t expect to talk about circuses in this base without this guy coming like a cat at the sound of a can opener.* :Y What is this Ah hear ‘bout jugglin’ an’ shit?
*Really dumb and wide smile.* Man, that’s excellent! Saw ya jugglin’ here an’ there, actually; yer great. Did ya learn ta do it somewhere or jus’ by yerself…?
I learned it by myself. Just taught myself, ya know? I mean I think the best way to learn anything is with your own hands. But I wanted to be a rodeo clown when I was little -he laughs and tries out tossing the knives a bit, which he successfully keeps in the air, though he stops when he almost slips up- I spent a summer doin’ it when I was in High School actually. Weren’t you in a circus before you came here?
*Tilts his head a little with a curious look of surprise. He does recall seeing rodeo clowns before, although rarely.* Really? Hahah, awesome! Ya probably enjoyed it a lot, yeah?
*Hell, Q’s proud grin to Walter’s question alone is good enough an answer.* Boy, was I? Been a human cannonball when Ah was young, then strongman an’ ringmaster! A great one at that judgin’ by public demand, too. *He may be giving himself too much credit, but he’s not lying either.*
texanshowoff: *Give him some minutes so his ears stop beeping… Alright, here we go.* I know tha situation doesn’t call for it, but please Jen, calm down! We need ta focus on our teammates first of all. Again, is everybody on BLU okay?
*She takes a deep breath. He’s right. Safety first. Panic later.*
… I… I don’t know.
*Welp, so much for not panicking. Jennifer scans her surroundings quickly.* I- I think everybody’s out. Don’t see the monkey guy though… Or- Kree?!
*Oh god where the fuck is she!? Well, it seems she has someone to actually look for now. God dammit. She runs to her base’s right.*
Make sure your teammates are safe!
Jenny, wait! No! Don’t—
*She’s fast for someone her age. Tsk. Let’s see if it’s possible to keep an eye on your BLU friend and your own team at the same time, then…*