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Jonah 45 | she/her | AUS Just fuck me up. [ indie BLU Sniper OC RP blog ]

[caitlinemilie]

[doovalacky]

"Hey there, stretch. Not watchin' th' arena match?"

"Guess Oi should be, but Oi can’t say Oi’m interested… Moi sis don’t wanna go, so… Oi was thinkin’ a soignin’ up but the slot was filled so no doice."

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

"My Soldier, son." He shook his head. "People in th’ arena gotta bring their own food. Or find it. It’s survival, kill or be killed. We can watch it on th’ TV, but it’s mostly them tryin’ not to starve in th’ woods right now."

[doovalacky]

Still not understanding, Jonah decided it best not to press for further answers, and just contemplated the rest of what he said. "Oh yeah, okay. Oi thought it was gonna be loike in ancient Rome where they did gladiator foights. An' that they'd serve hotdogs. Wanna go git some hotdogs an' watch it on th' telly?" 

[doovalacky]

"Hey there, stretch. Not watchin' th' arena match?"

"Guess Oi should be, but Oi can’t say Oi’m interested… Moi sis don’t wanna go, so… Oi was thinkin’ a soignin’ up but the slot was filled so no doice."

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

He shrugged. “Well, I sure as hell wasn’t goin’. My Solly’s here, so I had no reason to.” 

[doovalacky]

"'Your' solly... Wot's a solly? Sounds like dirt ta me but uh..." Jonah shrugged as well, scratching at his head briefly. "Only reason Oi'd go is if they got good hotdogs... but Oi don't even know if they serve food."

[doovalacky]

@deadeyeruski

At this hour, Jonah took the time to take his small pug puppy, Queenie, out for a long walk through the battlefield. The dog enjoyed peeing on RED base, and often found body parts to bring back to Jonah. So he kept a camera on him to take photos of a tiny pug with a stray hand or finger hanging out of her mouth. And he was doing just this, sitting near red base on a crate, taking photos of Queenie, who was gnawing on a boot, which still had a foot in it. 

[doovalacky]

"Hey there, stretch. Not watchin' th' arena match?"

"Guess Oi should be, but Oi can't say Oi'm interested... Moi sis don't wanna go, so... Oi was thinkin' a soignin' up but the slot was filled so no doice."

[futotta-deactivated20171021]

[stripper music plays]

[scottishafro]

Demo gave a nod, smirking a little as he cut the deck in one hand. He had a couple shuffling tricks stuffed up his sleeves that he usually didn’t get a chance to show off. Good a time as any, right?

"Tha’s it, lad," he said, using a normal cut before springing the cards from one hand to the other. "Ah’d’ve said we could do Blackjack, but Ah’m absolute shite a’ that game. Plus, whene’er there’s a chance tae gamble Ah either end up broker’n usual or blootered off me arse." He snickered to himself before adding, "Though tha’s nae really any diff’rent t’an normal, Ah reckon. War’s be’er fer two, though."

He shuffled the deck one more time before splitting it and setting one half on the table in front of Jonah. “We wanna make a wager on this ‘un, though? Migh’ be fun tae make th’loser do somethin’.”

[doovalacky]

Entranced by his fancy shuffling tricks, Jonah didn't pay much attention to anything Demo said until he cute the deck and set the set of cards face down before Jonah. The Sniper thumbed at the cards, listening to that shuffling sound that occurred as he pulled his thumb up the side of the deck.

At the suggestion of a wager, Jonah rubbed at his face. He had many ideas, but most didn't seem to make much sense for the wager. "Mmm. Maybe we aughta. Do one thing th' winner says, yeh know. Loser has ta do somethin' th' winner wants..." Jonah said, flushing slightly as he figured out what he wanted, eyes locked on the others lips, trying to focus and read the expressions that were just so foreign to him. 

[doovalacky]

[ hello! sorry for my absence. i have been preparing for a surgery, and just got home from the hospital yesterday. i have my muse back, and if anyone would like to rp, hmu! im mostly looking for smallish stuff atm, just fyi! ]

[demoandpyro-blog]

"If I were you, I’d give it a few moments longer." As he shifted back on his haunches, Dia glanced down at the necklace and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so. But I don’t think either of us knew we’d get thrown in here." Laughing lightly, he reached out to clasp a hand on Jonah’s knee to give him a light shake.

"Don’t worry, I’m sure everything will be alright. Worse comes to worse, you can try suing for brutality."

[doovalacky]

Shaking his head repeatedly, Jonah stopped holding the bridge of his nose not too much after he was told not to. Then he wiped his nose off on his sleeve, biting his arm and shirtsleeve after that. "My head hurts. Oi wanna lay down. Why am Oi here?" Jonah asked, sounding honestly frightened and confused, as he started to rock himself again. 

"Oi need ta call my sistah, Shayna, she. She needs ta come here," the Sniper spoke up, after a few minutes had passed. 

[futotta-deactivated20171021]

Shayna asks Jonah to come to her room and bring a camera. Excited that his sister has taken an interest in his hobby, he brings not one, not two, but an armful of cameras, which is approx. six, plus one tiny Baby Brownie he could fit in his shirt pocket. Exuberantly, he explains what each camera is best at, what lenses do what for different sorts of lighting and film situations, and just as he’s about to finish the third explanation, Shayna picks up a camera, and takes a photo of him. A photo of Jonah looking quite miffed that she didn’t even listen to his lecture, as is evident by her improper technique. “Wot’d yeh even want the bloody camera for?” He asks, hurt that she wasn’t becoming a photography fanatic just like him. Shayna points to a wall of photographs. Photographs of herself and Jonah’s twin brother, their parents, the sheep farm back in Australia, etc. All taken by Jonah. All excluding Jonah. “Somethin’s missin’, in’it?” She says simply, and after a bit of scrutinizing, Jonah’s face softens. Yes, something was missing. “Oi’ll troi an’ get it developed… in a few days.”

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

@doovalacky

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

The Engineer put his hand out to stop the Sniper after the third piece. “Ya know, it’s good manners ta ask b’fore ya put together someone else’s puzzle.” His tone was light, more amused than angry. “Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced…” Without looking up, he adjusted his slightly tinted glasses and offered the Sniper his hand. “Name’s Buck. Have a seat.” 

If the Sniper took his hand, he’d feel that the Engineer’s hand felt almost, but not quite normal. Instead of bones underneath the skin, there was obviously the frame of a Gunslinger. 

[doovalacky]

A slight pout formed on the Sniper's long face, having not really thought about manners before doing that. Though he wasn't one to think about manners most of the time, to be truthful. "Oi'm Jonah," He said, hesitating before he set his beer down to shake the others hand. He wasn't fond of touching people he barely knew, and tended to have to be in the mood for any sort of physical contact, but he figured he already had one strike against him. And it'd be rude enough that it might get him a second. 

Jonah obeyed after that, seating near but not close to the other man. "Sorry. Jes', uh. Couldn't help meself, Oi s'pose. Quoite a big puzzle yeh got, though," he said, taking up his beer again and taking a bite of food, before washing it down with the cold booze. 

[digitalmaple-moved-deactivated2]

People should send me sexcanons they think would suit my muse.

[doovalacky]

@antlerssss

On most days, Jonah smoked inside his camper, and though it wasn't hard to smell the scent of marijuana from not that short a distance from his van, it still wasn't near so potent. But on some days, when it was particularly nice out, he'd find himself a quiet place outside, sit on a rock or fence or some such, and smoke a joint.

Today, he was seated on a rock, his young pup running about and playing with a stuffed toy as he smoked a fat one. He wasn't particularly afraid of anything bad happening, what with the gun at his hip, and the general vast nothingness of the area, only the two bases and battle field in view, everything else just scenery. 

[sentrygoinup-deactivated2019112]

@doovalacky

Buck had found himself with not much to do. He had finally convinced John to let him have his horses, even though he’d already bought them ages ago. Of course, they were being taken care of by a stable hand while he was working. So, being bored, he sat in the common room putting together a jigsaw puzzle. It was 1000 pieces, but the room was quiet and he could concentrate on it without any distractions. 

[doovalacky]

Being a fairly solitary type, Jonah rarely found himself needing to go to the base for much other than food and drink and the occasional shower. And since it was not Friday, the reason he was heading into the base was because it was approximately lunchtime, and he was hungry. After making himself a sandwich, he and his pooch wandered about the base, eventually happening upon the common room.

After a bit of thought, he decided he'd take a rest there to eat his food and drink the beer he'd taken, heading into the room and finding himself a seat. He'd noticed the other man in there, working on his puzzle, but was uncertain if he oughta speak up and talk to him. He sorta of hovered in front of the table the puzzle was on, staring at for a good long while before putting his sandwich in his mouth and bending over to put a few pieces in their place. One, two, three pieces were put in the right spot, on the first try no less. Taking a bite of his sandwich, he removed it from his mouth, looking thoughtful as he looked for more places to put the little bits of cardboard. 

[scottishafro]

"Well, Ah’ve got ghost chili powder. Works almost the same, hm?" He taps his chin, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Mayhaps. Though Ah’d say jest a wee, wee pinch’d be okay fer that."

[doovalacky]

"How much booze would it take ta spoike a whole water supply?" was Jonah next query, "An' are yeh certain we shouldn't be doin' this awl ovah at RED base? 'Cause Oi've wanted to put a flamin' bag o' dog shit down their air vents for a whoile," he said, obviously not considering the severe consequences that might have. 

[scottishafro]

Sure, could alays use a helpin’ hand. -cackles evilly, rubbing his hands together- This is goin’ tae be great.

[doovalacky]

Jonah smiles, looking kind of dopey. "Yeh really got itchin' powder? We should spoike awl th' juices in th' fridge, too."

[wolverinemean]

"Boreas is th’North wind. Notus is th’South." Ed licked his teeth, sucking them absently as he looked up towards the horse. Boreas seemed to like him well enough, and it would be a big help having someone else cleaning up after the horses.

"Y’know whut?" After scratching at his face, he waved a hand off at Boreas. "Help me out with ‘em and I’ll let’cha ride Boreas. Me’n a friend take care of ‘em in th’evenin’. But Boreas is a bit too big f’me t’ride. If y’all muck out his stall’n take care’a him’n his gear, y’all can use him durin’ th’day."

[doovalacky]

As the other spoke, Jonah's brows were furrowed, though as he comprehended his offer, a big smile took over his long face. "Ah! Really? Oi uh. Oi wouldn't moind doin' tha' fer yeh, heheh. But Oi got work some days. C'n troi an' fit it in me schedule. Oi git up early most days anyway, nevah foind nothin' ta do..." He rambled, trying to think if he could fit in the work in the few hours before ceasefire ended and fighting began on a typical work day. He might be able to manage it, if he ate his lunch during battle, when he was cooped up in his nest, he could take lunch break to finish up any loose ends. 

"Yeah, Oi'll troi," He agreed, smiling as he fed the horse another carrot, only two left after Boreas gobbled up that one. "Does she wanna carrot?" He asked, holding one out to the other man, wondering if they should exchange named. "Uh, Oi'm Jonah, by the way," he muttered, not really fond of handshakes, so he didn't offer one.