Hey sup, the name's Soul. Uhhh, please go away now. I ain't got nothin' you want. Unless you're into that shit.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
“More like I did the dumping, but yea, something like that. Seemed like a good night to cut loose now that I don’t have to put up with that kind of bullshit anymore.” Even after a full bottle of whiskey Bates kept her mouth shut about who she’d cut her connections with. People heard ‘I’m not talking to my family’ and assumed things… that she’d run away or been beaten as a child. No one had ever guessed that they were in the Irish Mafia and she intended to keep it that way. It just didn’t do to have people knowing that the first time you’d seen a dead body you’d been four.
He placed his hands in his pockets and nodded, “Hm, well then good on ya for doin’ that then.” Soul never suspected anything more than just a breakup or something. Although he did know everyone had their problems, he preferred not to think about them. Afterall, he liked his life without his family and people tying him down, so other people probably did too. Whatever the situation is it’s probably no skin off of his back. “I guess if you’re p damn happy then whatever, I can just ollie out or something.”
Soul: Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment…
Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not…
“An’ wot? I’m s’posed ta give two shits that I’m interrupting yer beauty sleep? Fuck off.” Bates knew an addict when she saw one, even her intake of whiskey hadn’t been enough to make her not notice the telltale signs. “Just take a hit of whatever shit yer pumping into yer system and go pass out in a gutter somewhere, alright? I don’t see how my music is any concern a’ yours considerin’ you blast yer own noise all the damn time.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, take cracks at me whatever, but it’s just that you’re normally quiet and shit. It’s weird that suddenly, you’re the loudest fucker in this building right now. And I wan’t sleeping, fuck that noise. I blast my music to get my head out of the clouds and shit, like if I’m pissed or something.” He raised an eyebrow, seems like this chick knew a little more than he thought. Probably not as dumb as he thought.
“Ain’t a law against doing shit folks don’t expect of you. Figured you’d know that.” Moving her hand from its death grip on the door frame she rested her weight against it instead, since standing was proving to cause the hallway to spin. “So wot, you sober enough tonight that my music’s botherin’ ya? An’ don’ look at me like that, I ain’t an idiot an’ I seen enough addicts to know wot ta look for.”
Soul simply shrugged, “So what you know more about me than I though, whatever though not like I try to hide it very well. Anyways, fuck no I’m not that sober, but I am sober enough most of the time to notice that you’re not one for making a lot of noise. In fact, you ain’t one for noise at all. So what’s the big deal, you get dumped or something and decided to just cut loose by yourself?”
Soul: Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment…
Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not…
“An’ wot? I’m s’posed ta give two shits that I’m interrupting yer beauty sleep? Fuck off.” Bates knew an addict when she saw one, even her intake of whiskey hadn’t been enough to make her not notice the telltale signs. “Just take a hit of whatever shit yer pumping into yer system and go pass out in a gutter somewhere, alright? I don’t see how my music is any concern a’ yours considerin’ you blast yer own noise all the damn time.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, take cracks at me whatever, but it’s just that you’re normally quiet and shit. It’s weird that suddenly, you’re the loudest fucker in this building right now. And I wan’t sleeping, fuck that noise. I blast my music to get my head out of the clouds and shit, like if I’m pissed or something.” He raised an eyebrow, seems like this chick knew a little more than he thought. Probably not as dumb as he thought.
Soul: Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment…
Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not been sober for a good while, in fact he’d be arrested immediately for what he keeps in his apartment. He makes a lot of…
Bates didn’t normally get drunk, partly due to her high alcohol tolerance and partly due to the fact that she didn’t normally drink an entire bottle of Ladybank Single Malt in one sitting. Of course, she’d needed a drink to calm down after talking to her Uncle, not her Father, noooo, of course not. Him, talk to his only child after she’d fled the country because of him? CRAZY TALK! She’d been quite content, or at least as content as drunken, angry Irishwomen could get, dancing around her apartment in a tank top, boxer shorts and alligator slippers, empty bottle of whiskey still clutched in her hand.
She was forcibly dragged from her stupor when someone chose to knock on her door… well; knock might have been putting it lightly. It sounded more they they’d tried to break the door down and then given up. Sliding on her floors towards the door she swung it open, free hand gripping the doorframe as she glared at the person who’d interrupted her night. She was a sight, ginger hair, freckles, all height and boney limbs wrapped up in an aura that promised death and pain to anyone who angered her. “Wot the fuck do you want?”
Soul wasn’t really taken aback by the chick’s appearance, he was more taken aback by the fact that a girl was making more noise than he normally makes. He straightened himself up as best as a high slob could do. “You’re makin’ a lot of fuckin’ noise you know that!!? You’re makin’ more noise than I normally make!” In the middle of his sentence he had thrown his arms up a bit and made a little pouty face.
His colour is p much just butterscotch.
his hex code is #efbd3a
he’s a drug addict, addicted to shit like meth and whatnot.
probably a pretty offensive character but whatever
he makes money from drug dealing and WOW WHY IS MY TEXTT GETTING SMALLER
okay
well that’s basically it for Soul
oh yeah
his name is Soul he’s normally pretty laid back
but he also has weird mood swings.
Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not been sober for a good while, in fact he’d be arrested immediately for what he keeps in his apartment. He makes a lot of noise himself, but right now he couldn’t stand the noise. It pissed him off so much. After about fifteen minutes of contemplating what to do his mind fogged up and he exited his apartment. He was going to go right up to that asshole and complain.
He walked over to the door beside his and banged on it really loudly. As he stood there and waited he also crossed his arms and tapped his foot.
Fucking piss on me.
