Eugene Jerome Hurst

You. Yes, you. Have you payed your taxes yet? No. Now's the time. Armory County needs to rebuild after the wave. Money, now. Make out the check to Armory County or Eugene Jerome Hurst. The treasury needs the money now. [Eugene is a proud part of Armory County RP] [I track the tags ejhurst and eugenejeromehurst]

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Hiatus Notice

I'm sorry, but I'm going to be gone for the next 3 weeks. I'm going away to sleep away camp, and won't have any Internet. I'll be back soon, please don't forget me. -Maya and Eugene

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Eat My Dust || Tamora and Eugene

Eugene had decided to take his car out for a drive. He wasn't really sure where to, but a car like his deserved to be shown off. He randomly went down streets, not really sure what he was going to do or where he was going to go. There was no campaigning to do today, so he didn't have much of a purpose to do anything.

Eugene frowned when he saw a red light, wanting to drive as fast as the car would go, not to stop. They should really build a race track or something in town. Perhaps he'd arrange one when he got reelected. Yes. That was definitely on his to do list.

Eugene's eyes began to wander as he waited for the damn light to change already. He looked the passenger window, absentmindedly, until he noticed that the woman next to him had a lovely car. Not as nice as his, of course, but still. It was almost a worthy adversary to race against. Almost.

He rolled down the windows, wanting to feel the breeze, when suddenly the light decided to change. The second Eugene saw the green light he floored the gas pedal, shooting forward suddenly, cutting the cars in front of him. Speed. He wanted speed.

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That's MY Car || Jim and Eugene

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He was digging through the glove compartment. - The bang on the hood startled him. Jim’s head shot up, up from behind the wheel, booklets in hand. More slowly, he brought his head fully up into proper posture. Resting against the seat, his hand calmly lifted. His finger pulled back the button. The doors locked at once. The impulse to laugh choked itself back as he paused, gaping both with disbelief and impetuous amusement.

Voice muffled from inside - “No-oo wayyyy!”

Had he heeded, not consulted with, his newly impeccable instinct of danger, paired with excellent hearing, he would have regarded more sensibly this agitated approach, and would have screeched away. - Haf he been politically inclined he would have acknowledged celebrity in an instant.

“No shitThis is YOUR car, man?! Holy SHITThis is awesome!”

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Eugene was not amused by Jim's reaction. "You have three seconds to get out of my car." he hissed again, waiting for the boy to move his ass out of the car. He felt his right I twitch in agitation. That filthy child was screwing up his baby, his car. Eugene would make him regret it so much the second the boy got out.

"3... 2..." he counted down, the twitch getting worse the longer the boy was in the car.

"Get out or else." Eugene warned, mentally preparing himself to jump bodies. He'd make the boy get out of the car if the boy didn't willingly. He felt himself get lighter, and tried to ground himself until he knew he didn't have any choice other than to get the boy out that way.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CAR."

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Eugene's car.

Touch it and die.

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That's MY Car || Jim and Eugene

Eugene wrinkled his nose as he stepped out of the car. Mount Pleasant always smelt of gasoline and smoke and other unappealing things. However, there were some rather influential people in part of town. They were as unpleasant as the district, but they would get him votes, and he would put up with this scum if it meant getting reelected.

He saw his man, in an alleyway nearby, and began walking in that direction, putting the keys in his pocket as he went. His man gestured to the pizza place across the street, and Eugene gave a brief nod, moving towards it and entering. He bought a coke and sat down, waiting for the meeting to begin.

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Eugene smiled when his man finally decided to come sit at the table. "How much will it cost me?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink. As he waited for the answer the man across from him sat, thinking, seeming to be calculating how much he could get out of Eugene. Eugene noticed a young man appreciating his car. At first, Eugene thought nothing of it, as he had a nice car. People should admire it.

But then the boy got to close to it, and opened the passenger door. Eugene stood up immediately, leaving his man at the table and storming out of the pizzeria.

He all but ran across the street, and moved to stand in front of his car, so that the boy couldn't drive out. And if he tried to run him over, Eugene could always borrow his body until the one he was in was usable again.

"What the hell are you doing, boy?" he growled, staring straight into the boy's eyes through the windshield, "That is my car and you have three seconds to get out of there.

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That's MY Car || Jim and Eugene

Eugene wrinkled his nose as he stepped out of the car. Mount Pleasant always smelt of gasoline and smoke and other unappealing things. However, there were some rather influential people in part of town. They were as unpleasant as the district, but they would get him votes, and he would put up with this scum if it meant getting reelected.

He saw his man, in an alleyway nearby, and began walking in that direction, locking his car and putting the keys in his pocket as he went. His man gestured to the pizza place across the street, and Eugene gave a brief nod, moving towards it and entering. He bought a coke and sat down, waiting for the meeting to begin.

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

"Money."