Hey sup, the name's Soul. Uhhh, please go away now. I ain't got nothin' you want. Unless you're into that shit.
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
well that’s basically it for Soul
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.