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Roth?
"You mean this little fella?"
"Found the poor pup hurt and starving to death. He's lucky I heard him or otherwise he wouldn't be here today. He's great company."
Roth barks happily, tail wagging quickly from side-to-side. Dutch laughs.
Have you ever killed anyone yourself? How did your art change between seeing someone die, and actively killing someone?
"... Considering the type of job I have, it was inevitable. I've had to get my hands dirty time and time again. It's not something I'm completely proud of, but I do what I can for the cause."
"As for my art, like I've said before, I'll find myself sketching gruesome things or painting depressing scenes."
"I'm a fan of colors, and I like to bring anything I paint to life. But lately, I've been using darker, less saturated colors and just the feel of the painting as a whole... feels cold... It isn't something I used to do."
Has killin' people affected your art?
"Anything a person creates is directly influenced from their own experiences and surroundings. It's something psychological, if anything. So, of course, my art is affected."
"I find myself painting some pretty dark, depressing scenes... It's not often, but it's there. I think anyone would be affected after witnessing a lot of bloodshed..."
Ask my character deeply personal questions.
Any category; nothing is off-limits.
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“Heh. Yeah, it happens a lot these days.”
“Eventually, you’ll just start to file it under what you consider ‘normal’ after a while. Trust me. But…if you’re ever curious about my world, just ask. I’m not one to keep someone guessing, ya know?”
Dutch smiles at her. "Thank you for that, Miss Michelle. I'll come to you whenever I have any questions."
"It's good to know there are versions of Mike in other universes people can count on."
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“Blow my mind…?”
His eyes widen as Michelle states her last name. “Chilton? You can’t be Mike’s sister.” Mike didn’t have family, as far as he knew.
“Is this… Are you from those ‘other universes’ I’ve been hearing about?”
Surprise darted through Michelle, but was soon replaced by happiness.
“Oh, cool! So somebody’s filled you in on that little tidbit. That’s good. Means less chance of a migraine for ya.”
“So, yeah. I’m basically Mike in another universe.”
“The one I’m from is one where everyone’s the opposite gender. Though…thinking about it, that might be just as mind-blowing as the whole ‘other universes’ thing.”
"I.. Well, a fella kinda catches on about stuff like this; what with lots of alternate versions of ourselves running about." Dutch sighs, rubbing at his temples. "Now, I'm hearing about a version of myself that's a skirt?"
"This is a lot more nuttiness one man can take... And I've seen nutty!"
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“Yeah, I guess you could say that. I’m from Detroit, but I can’t say I’ve ever lived here.”
She rubbed the back of her neck, smiling sheepishly. “I can explain, but it might blow your mind a little.”
Standing up a bit straighter, she smiled at the artist. “Heh. Can’t catch what wasn’t thrown, Dutch. My bad. I go by Michelle.”
“Michelle Chilton.”
"Blow my mind...?"
His eyes widen as Michelle states her last name. "Chilton? You can't be Mike's sister." Mike didn't have family, as far as he knew.
"Is this... Are you from those 'other universes' I've been hearing about?"
“I never lie to any man because I don’t fear anyone. The only time you lie is when you are afraid. The problem is…I am afraid.”
“Did you know, in another universe, guys wear dresses all the time? Hahaha, so in a different universe, you wear a bunch of big puffy dresses, haha!”
…Different universes? Guys wearing dresses?
“Chuckles did you hit your head or something?”
"Uhh, Mike," Dutch chimes in. "I don't think he's imagining it. I've met some pretty strange fellas already..."
"I'm almost certain I saw a version of you as a dame." He chuckles at this.
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-He returned the look of confusion and messed with his hair, semi - freaking out over the whole thing because something was UP with Dutch and well, it was really throwing goo in his gears-
“Of course…I’m…Chuck? Well, it’s….smashing to see you? Anything newsworthy happen as of late?
"You sure don't look like the Chuck I know. That's for sure," Dutch states bluntly.
"Everything's been pretty quiet around here in Antonio's... How's your job down at Town Hall going, Chuck?" He's suddenly pretty wary.
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“Dutch! Good to see ya, man!”
Dutch blinks, glancing around before looking at the dame before him. A dame that looked like Mike. He tries not to think to hard on it. Well, it wasn’t like him to be rude to a lady.
“Good to see you too, Miss.”
Michelle pulls an awkward smile at the polite term.
“Heh. ‘Miss’. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing stuff like that. Didn’t even like it all that much back at KaneCo.”
But seeing as she’s had these kinds of dealings lately, Michelle decided to go with the flow. As usual. Her smile then becomes more friendly and less awkward, as she extends a hand for Dutch to shake.
“But hey, I’m not gonna fault ya for being polite. It’s a rare find in guys these days……Uh……Though, I guess the ‘days’ I’m talking about don’t really apply to you.”
Dutch shakes her hand in a firm but gentle grip. He was still a bit confused on what was going on. What did she mean by the "days" not applying. Come to think of it, her attire wasn't something most women he knew wore.
"You... aren't from around here, are you, Miss... ? Umm..." Dutch rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?"
Are you still an artist?
"Of course! I never stopped being one."
"Although considering the job I have, I don't get to spend as much time as I'd like on my projects..."
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-Chuck cocked his head in utter confusion, not really used to seeing Dutch dressed in a black suit since he was always wearing something much more colorful-
“Dutch, old boy! Is everything dandy?”
"Chuck?? Is that you??" Dutch stares mouth agape. This sure did look like Chuck anyway. But he wore different clothes. Despite the similarities, he doubted this was the Chuck he knew.
"Everything's been pretty Jake around here." He says a little confused with the situation.
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“…!” Michelle could recognize that afro anywhere. She beamed at Dutch, happy for once to finally see a double of someone other than herself or Chuck.
He seemed to be in a similar suit to the Chuck she had run into recently, so she guessed they knew each other.
“Dutch! Good to see ya, man!”
Dutch blinks, glancing around before looking at the dame before him. A dame that looked like Mike. He tries not to think to hard on it. Well, it wasn't like him to be rude to a lady.
"Good to see you too, Miss."
How is your brother doing?
"Safe. I don't talk to him much --or visit the folks-- anymore after I joined the Burners. He's safe. And that's enough."
It's a Monday...
“And it looks like there’s not much going on right now. Any of you guys curious about what it’s like being a Burner? I’m feeling up to answering a few of your questions! No need to be shy.”
[Mafiacity RP]
“Now, I’m not always anti-social.” He gives her a wry grin. Glancing towards the office where Mike was, he agrees with Julie. “Yeah, let’s. He’ll know where we are. Besides it’s not like I can turn down the offer of a dame.” He laughs at this, and offers his arm for her to hold. He’d lead them the way down to the underground bar.
“No. Not always.” She smiles, the slightly hint of rouge graces her cheeks as she takes a hold of his arm. She walks with him, side by side, down to the bar to wait for the others to arrive. Once they are in the bar, she makes sure to order a fairly light drink, she wouldn’t want to be too tipsy before anyone else arrives. Not to mention, she isn’t sure how much she trusts herself to not accidentally let some of her secrets slip it she were too drunk. A little buzz was more than enough for her.
As they arrive at the bar, Dutch situates them at the spot they always take when they come with the rest of the Burners. He orders something different than Julie, not too light but neither would it get him drunk after a few sips. He wants to enjoy this night with full memory of everything he does. He makes small talk with Julie as they wait for Mike and the others to arrive.
