“CHECK OUT MY BEATS!”

[djr4dical]

(📌) PINNED

Holy smokes! Didn’t expect to actually do it with the sign ups— Well, how should I start?

Wassuuuup! The names DJ Radical, but you can just call me Rad for short. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with.

I’m here cuz uh.. Becuz I wanna share my music out there! It’ll go somewhere in no time, just watch me improve later on!

Hope this can.. Uh.. Help with my first impressions, I’m happy to meet new people out here!

OOC INFO

[The ask/RP blog is owned by @onebunneh.]

[Shipping is allowed as well as suggestive/flirty asks. NSFW asks aren’t allowed however.]

[If you would like to request a roleplay, please message @onebunneh to ask.]

[🐰 = OOC TAG]

EXTRA INFO! (More will be added if needed.)

[HEADCANONS]

[REFERENCE]

All events are canon to this blog, as well as roleplays.

In this blog, DJ Radical goes by any pronouns.

More will be added if needed!

[djr4dical]

"...I think I might've uhe.... growne a bit. I dunno what happenedd...."

- Signed, @scooter-battleere (or Skate? dunno...)

Watcha mean!? Aren’t you— Oh you definitely grown big..

[djr4dical]

This moonwalk potion is so great! Makes me do the moonwalk better to be honest.

[djr4dical]

Heye Radical!!! Check out this trick!!

He does a trick on his scooter, and faceplants into the pavement immediately.

-Signed, @scooter-battleere

“I’ll see what it is—“

Radical witnesses the whole scooter thing happen, and immediately comes over to check over Scooter Battler.

“YOU OKAY PAL!? SCOOTS!”

[tall]

[djr4dical]

Man, I remember getting a babysitting job and basically watchin’ over this kid who had a knack of skateboarding. Though, they were kinda like a prick.. But they warmed up to me in the end!

Wonder if the fella has friends though.

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I’m too scared for what’s to come, oooh.. Those blues are gonna GET it! I’m gonna get their asses and— And..

No. No! Shouldn’t say that, mmyeah.. Shouldn’t.. Haha. I got hired to lead this district in the first place.

[scooter-battleere]

Ise this... because I was kickede oute???? :(

[djr4dical]

HELL YEAH! They shouldn’t be doing this to you in the first place..

[djr4dical]

I’m too scared for what’s to come, oooh.. Those blues are gonna GET it! I’m gonna get their asses and— And..

No. No! Shouldn’t say that, mmyeah.. Shouldn’t.. Haha. I got hired to lead this district in the first place.

[djr4dical]

Finally! My hand is alright, aaaaaand my car is in mint condition. Hopefully Mista John can excuse me for this however!

[djr4dical]

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

A loud knocking comes from the disco party's front doors. Outside, a familiar someone stands, leaning on the stair's rails and trying not to topple over and fall back down the stairs due to how tired he was.

(Signed, @scooter-battleere!)

Right by the counter of the bar, he was pathetically drying away a washed up cup. His broken hand nearly healed, but not quite healed enough to function again.

His car? In a mint clean condition again, especially after such incident that left him in the chokehold.

Just as he was going to daydream once again—

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

(Geez, wonder who that could be.)

Putting down the dried up cup, Radical went forward towards the exit of the disco club. Opening up the door to see..

“Scoots? Hey! Watcha doing here! I’m glad to see a visitor at this place.. You doin’ A-OK?”

[scooter-battleere]

"...Radical..."

Scooter Battler blearily stared at the DJ he usually looked up to, hair sticking up in nearly 17 directions beneath his helmet (as if it didn't already). He leaned a little harder on the railing, forcing his eyes open - though he started to blink pretty hardly.

"...I.. I'm fine. Heh."

He smiled, but it quickly fell back into a tired stare. I mean... it was almost 5 in the morning, from what he remembered.

"Can.. Can I come in? My leader won't me back into the base. Got.. um, nowhere to go."

[djr4dical]

Radical looked right further at Scooter, seeing his tired appearance was enough to make him feel guilt. His numbah one fan, poorly mistreated by his boss.

“What the hell happened to ya!? You look more porcupine than me! Not to be offensive.. come right in,”

Using his free hand, he opens the door right up and gestures Scooter Battler to come right in. The disco lights still being dimmed down due to it being closing hours.

“I ain’t the one to be a jerk, but your boss was being an idiot for kicking you outta the team. Course, not to be a blue fan.”

[scooter-battleere]

"Ah... thanks, man."

Scooter trudged in, immediately sitting on the nearest seat. God, whatever happened back at his base had him really tuckered out... probably from all the arguing he had to do against his boss. He sighed.

"I'm pretty glad y- you're here for me, you... you know?"

Siighh..

"Usually people wouldn't... take me in this late. They would.. uh.. shoo me off, I think."

He looked up at the ceiling. He could barely remember what happened; it felt like a headache. He just leaned against the table, nearly drifting off.

[djr4dical]

“Glad you’re there for me too, Scoots.”

Radical replied, fidgeting his broken hand a little with tiny squeezes and flicks. He was truly the only person who he genuinely had as a person.

“You’re welcome to stay here if you’d like anyways! There’s ain’t much company here since my Pops gave the establishment to me.. So you’re great to be around.”

Oh, he’s thinking about him again. The thought of him just makes him sick in his stomach. Always busy, never emotionally checked on his kid. THAT was the kind of ‘Pop’ he had.

“..Perhaps I could take you to my house too, I mean— I still live there with my pop but who cares.”

[djr4dical]

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

A loud knocking comes from the disco party's front doors. Outside, a familiar someone stands, leaning on the stair's rails and trying not to topple over and fall back down the stairs due to how tired he was.

(Signed, @scooter-battleere!)

Right by the counter of the bar, he was pathetically drying away a washed up cup. His broken hand nearly healed, but not quite healed enough to function again.

His car? In a mint clean condition again, especially after such incident that left him in the chokehold.

Just as he was going to daydream once again—

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

(Geez, wonder who that could be.)

Putting down the dried up cup, Radical went forward towards the exit of the disco club. Opening up the door to see..

“Scoots? Hey! Watcha doing here! I’m glad to see a visitor at this place.. You doin’ A-OK?”

[scooter-battleere]

"...Radical..."

Scooter Battler blearily stared at the DJ he usually looked up to, hair sticking up in nearly 17 directions beneath his helmet (as if it didn't already). He leaned a little harder on the railing, forcing his eyes open - though he started to blink pretty hardly.

"...I.. I'm fine. Heh."

He smiled, but it quickly fell back into a tired stare. I mean... it was almost 5 in the morning, from what he remembered.

"Can.. Can I come in? My leader won't me back into the base. Got.. um, nowhere to go."

[djr4dical]

Radical looked right further at Scooter, seeing his tired appearance was enough to make him feel guilt. His numbah one fan, poorly mistreated by his boss.

“What the hell happened to ya!? You look more porcupine than me! Not to be offensive.. come right in,”

Using his free hand, he opens the door right up and gestures Scooter Battler to come right in. The disco lights still being dimmed down due to it being closing hours.

“I ain’t the one to be a jerk, but your boss was being an idiot for kicking you outta the team. Course, not to be a blue fan.”

[djr4dical]

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

A loud knocking comes from the disco party's front doors. Outside, a familiar someone stands, leaning on the stair's rails and trying not to topple over and fall back down the stairs due to how tired he was.

(Signed, @scooter-battleere!)

Right by the counter of the bar, he was pathetically drying away a washed up cup. His broken hand nearly healed, but not quite healed enough to function again.

His car? In a mint clean condition again, especially after such incident that left him in the chokehold.

Just as he was going to daydream once again—

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

(Geez, wonder who that could be.)

Putting down the dried up cup, Radical went forward towards the exit of the disco club. Opening up the door to see..

“Scoots? Hey! Watcha doing here! I’m glad to see a visitor at this place.. You doin’ A-OK?”

[scooter-battleere]

Bosse . hatesse me. Trirede to kicke me out. I ffele so ittered .ime going to sleep. On the grass

[djr4dical]

..You alright, pal? Geez. Your boss is surely a jerk. Meet me by the disco, yeah?.. I’m really worried.

[djr4dical]

Sorry fellas! Been taking some weeks in curing my broken hand so I can continue operating my disco! Will be seeing you fellas next week, I’ll be hosting a big party too!

[djr4dical]

INTERACTION REQUESTS

[🐰] Hello! Willing to do some interaction requests. Very simple rules, I won’t allow NSFW roleplays.. You get the point! Just don’t be weird.

[djr4dical]

There’s a looot of war campaigns now.. Something about those Blues showing up. Mark my words, they’re probably something to not worry about!

[scooter-battleere]

My leader killede a God.

[djr4dical]

WHAT THE WHAT??

[djr4dical]

There’s a looot of war campaigns now.. Something about those Blues showing up. Mark my words, they’re probably something to not worry about!