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Your name ISN'T IMPORTANT. Most people just call you CROWBAR anyway. At least, that's what you THINK they call you - it could just be their KEEN OBSERVATIONAL SKILLS noticing your WEAPON OF CHOICE before it bashes in their SKULL. People might call you HANDSOME. People might also call you UNSTABLE. You prefer to think of yourself as a PERFECTLY BALANCED INDIVIDUAL, and let's be honest - your opinion is the ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS. You are SELF-EMPLOYED, but that should hardly come as a SURPRISE. Your JOB TITLE is confusing at best, so you mostly stick to GUN FOR HIRE. Even if your gun is less of a GUN and more of a CROWBAR. You also have a KNACK for being good at EVADING PEOPLE, which makes your SECONDARY JOB of MOVING ILLICIT SUBSTANCES for people THAT MUCH EASIER. You also have a THING for the colour GREEN and the number SEVEN. This is your BLOG. m!a: none [[indie human crowbar rp blog]] [[may be nsfw]] [[tracks the tag 'casualbedlam']] [[handle is casualBedlam]]

[cxsualbedlam]

comin' in droves, eh.

[seidalyerg-blog]

You’re makin an ass of yourself, buster.

[cxsualbedlam]

i ain't doin' nothin' of the sort.

[seidalyerg-blog]

We will never be pals.

[cxsualbedlam]

ouch.

no, yeah. that's fine. whatever. sure. yeah. good on you, chief. makin' executive decisions. good man. 

[seidalyerg-blog]

An accurate response.

[cxsualbedlam]

dunno what you're talkin' about, pal. yeah. pal we're pals, right? we can be pals. good buddies. chums. yeah. real friendly-like.

[kluben-deactivated20140923]

YES. WE COME IN PACKS.

[cxsualbedlam]

packs. yeah. like animals. huntin' a poor guy like me. 

[cxsualbedlam]

seidalyerg started following you

shit.

[cxsualbedlam]

kluben started following you

shit. are all you fucks gonna follow me?

[steelandstilettos-blog]

Of course.  And my name is Geoffrey.  

You can call me Steel.  Or nothing, I don’t care at this point.

[cxsualbedlam]

geoffrey steel. i like it. nice ring to it. yeah. rolls off the tongue real nice.

steel though. works for you, works for me.

seems like ya already know who i am. yeah. no point in introductions now. just gonna make a fool of myself. 

[steelandstilettos-blog]

…Are you drunk?  I’d suggest you not call me toots again.

[cxsualbedlam]

never touch the stuff. scout's honor. this ain't my borboun i'm holdin' it for a friend, see.

yeah. okay. no toots. got it. right as rain.

[steelandstilettos-blog]

casualbedlam started following you

Aren’t you dead?

[cxsualbedlam]

what? nah. what? ain't dead. alive n' kickin', toots. yeah. doin' good. swell. the hills are alive. yeah.

what's shakin'?

[cxsualbedlam]

erdolchen replied to your post:erdolchen started following you oh. shit. i...

uh huh im sure you aint suspicious in the least

nah chief im on the level. yeah. on the level. 5 by 5. ain't nothin' to worry about, see. yeah. we're good. copasetic.

[cxsualbedlam]

erdolchen started following you

oh. shit.

i mean uh. hey guy. yeah. hey. what's good. what's up. nothin' to see here, chief. yeah. perfectly normal dude right here. nothin' suspicious at all. nah.

[cxsualbedlam]

pr1ncess1ng replied to your post:pr1ncess1ng started following you hey. yeah. hi....

how’s… tr1cks? sorry, 1 dunno anybody named tr1cks. }:<

that's cute. yeah, real cute. precious-like. adorable. sweet. charming. yeah. s'fine. what's up, how's the haps, what's new. how're things.

[cxsualbedlam]

pr1ncess1ng started following you

hey. yeah. hi. nice t'meetcha. who's this? i'm crowbar. yeah. that works. nice day. how's tricks?

[cxsualbedlam]

where th'fuck have i been. yeah. good question. good q. keep it to yourself. that ain't none of your business, yeah.

[cxsualbedlam]

Overcast. The sun was normally kissing the top of the Sears Tower by now, but today ('this morning' was more of an applicable term to be honest; it was barely 7 am) was different. The sky was a sickly milky orange colour and it was the first thing to catch Crowbar's eye when he looked up from his work. Yeah. Work. That's what it was. (It was.) Someone had come to him, shifty and scared, shoving a manilla folder into his arms before running off. This had been about three days ago. Maybe. He'd went on a bit of a bender and. Well. He was a bit of a night owl but 7 am wasn't a time he saw on any normal morning.

This wasn't a normal morning, evidently. Shuffling through maps and brief notes of a run he was wanted for lasted longer than he'd expected. Led to the cloudy sky.

He sat back and rubbed his eyes, ensconced by dark circles and hazed from booze. Glanced at his phone. Wasn't The Felt annual field trip coming to a close today? Or last night? He didn't remember. Heh. Heheh. It was funny, see. Back invested in all that business he'd actually have the specifics down to a goddamn T. Pointless details and everything. 

Grabbing the phone he dialed the familiar number of probably the only person he'd ever hesitate to use the word 'friend' to define, holding it to his ear as he leaned back further in the chair. Covered his face. Where'd his bourbon go.

"C'mon, ya fuck," he groaned, fishing around in his pocket for his smokes. "Seven rings an' I stop carin', y'know that."

[nerdlords]

i fucked up

[cxsualbedlam]

yeah? y'need a guy to eh... clean anythin' up?