Violence is Everywhere

TMA OC RP ACCOUNT !!!!

[everyday-violence]

Pain is Inescapable.

Henry Thompson - he/him - late 40s? - Slaughter Avatar

RULES + INFO:

- Hiiiii I also have a Nikola account :) and a stranger/spiral thing

- Henry is my tma oc !!! surprisingly no he isn't stranger or spiral but rather, an avatar of the slaughter !! does he know much about the entities? ...no, not really. He's very much an independent sort, and is very rough around the edges, so sorry if he's rude.

- Unlike most slaughter avatars he... doesn't have much to do with war, actually! Whilst that is a large facet of the slaughter, Henry focuses more on the unpredictable violence that tends to happen naturally in everyday life. Car crashes, mechanical malfunctions, work accidents... You should be careful to always follow the safety instructions, and don't go letting in random people who simply look like they're supposed to be there if you're not sure they actually work there or not! (he loves entering peoples places of work and getting mistaken as a worker so that he can then proceed to cause a horrible accident. tends to go for more physical labour heavy jobs. stuff with deadly machines. manufacturing, construction, engineering, electrician, some delivery/shipping, etc etc.)

- He's got lots of scars, with some electrical ones on his hands. He also tends to be covered in grease and oil. He usually wears overalls. is a 'Lumberjack + Dad Bod'

- Okay so Henry isn't Entiiiirely complete exactly. there's just a feeew details im trying to sort out so im sorry about that but i hope we can have fun anyways ok. ok runs away i hope u all enjoy AH

- again sorry if responses are at weird times. timezones !!!!!

-feel free to magic anon this guy if his grumpiness irritates u. or if u just think itll be fun idk. live ur best life lalalallaaaa HOORAY

- tags are as follows. "🔧 Engine Check!🔧" = ooc. "🔨Working.🔨" = in character responses. "⚙️Gear Shift⚙️" = rp chains. “💥Explosion!💥” = artwork

[everyday-violence]

Wrench boy

'Boy'? And I use more than just wrenches, y'know…

Sunglasses… Thing? What is it you want? Some people actually have to work… Was there a point to you coming up to me??

[prospectorquinn]

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

[everyday-violence]

Talk about a hostile work environment- he'd seen people get into fights- had sparked fights between people, but that didn't compare to the… tension here. He didn't like it. Those creepy cameras certainly weren't helping either. It felt like they were watching him specifically, glaring a hole right through his back- like they knew, like they were aware he was intruding, trespassing. Which was a load of shit, really- he doubted the security guards were paying that much attention, and even if they were, he doubted they knew the workers enough to know there was one more than there was supposed to be. Maybe.

Whatever. He needed to hurry up with this. Not like he wanted to spend his entire fucking day in a damn mine. (Not like he had much better to do- though at least if he started a bar fight he'd get some drinks out of it. Here the air was dryer than any alcohol.)

His eyebrows furrowed when he entered the chamber- squinting at the fragile support pillars. "Fuckin' wankers…" Why wasn't this place boarded up? Even if they did have plans to use it later, they ought to at least put a temporary measure to make sure no dumbass went and got lost in the wrong part of the cave. This was just a failure on multiple accounts, did seriously not one person bother to do anything about this?

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took step after step further in, though he couldn't help but to feel hesitant. A cave-in certainly didn't sound particularly pleasant to him either. And- he grimaced, peering down at the bird. Was that the thing he'd heard chirping earlier? Certainly didn't look like it'd be chirping again anytime soon. He almost felt bad for it, kinda.

Suddenly, he stopped, about half-way to the bird. Weren't these things meant to detect poison, or something? Natural gas, or what-not? An explosion should do nicely. He slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. This was a stupid fucking idea. He should've left the moment he saw there weren't any humans down here.

Can he even die? He's already did so once- but his heart continued pumping now regardless- albeit a little less than it probably should. Honestly? Probably best not to risk finding out the answer to that question. He should leave. Maybe cause some trouble on the upper levels, but either way he needed to get out of this room.

[prospectorquinn]

When Henry turns back again, he is confused, as where he had entered the chamber, a large rocky entryway, had suddenly vanished, no cave-in or anything similar, simply nothing but thick dirt and rock. When he turns again, the bird is gone, but standing on the other side of the chamber is an older man, clearly in charge. He looks like he has been down there for ages, his skin pale, his clothes dirtied, especially around the ankles, clearly having kicked up some dust on his way down. The man looked at Henry with contempt, as if he had already made up his mind that he wasn't even worth talking to. "It seems you have gotten lost, is that correct Mr. Thompson?"

The man's voice is deep and commanding, and for a moment Henry truly believes that he was, indeed, just lost, before remembering suddenly, that he had not told the man his name.

[everyday-violence]

The sheer… weirdness of the whole situation shocks him into silence for a moment, gears turning as he tries to figure- or at least process what it is that's going on. Trapped, the way he came in just covered up as though it were never there to begin with. There had to be an exit somewhere though, surely? Bird gone, old man who appeared as though he should be in an office with paperwork- he never did like those upper management sorts, but it wasn't as though they liked him either, just like this prick clearly seemed to demonstrate with that disdainful gaze. He got the feeling he was out of his depth here- how did he know his name? Everything about this was weird- wrong. Just who the fuck was this guy?!

His hands itched, and he lifted the one from his mouth to instead run it through his hair as he sighed deeply, trying to ease the irritation that sparked up at the sheer condescension this man radiated. Pompous ass, it was surprising somebody with such a smug attitude didn't seem to mind being covered in dirt and dust from head to toe.

Maybe he should be vague about it- don't admit to any wrongdoing and all that shit… Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he grumbled out a response. "'dunno. Am I? Not like there were any fu-" He cuts himself off, clearing his throat to try and cover the swear. He's been scolded one too many times about 'appropriate workplace language' to bear hearing it again. In general, his attitude wasn't one many took to fondly, but generally his work made up for it- and if it didn't, well, it wasn't as though they ever got to see him again to keep complaining about it. "Any signs or anything." If there were though, he certainly wasn't paying attention.

He- maybe it was just a guess. Or there was some other poor bastard named 'Thompson' here that he was mistaken for or- no, the more he thinks about it the more it bothers him. Not as though that's a particularly difficult task, especially these days, but still. It's probably better to keep his mouth shut.

So of course he dug himself further into a whole, boot scuffing against the floor as his eyebrows furrowed into a suspicious glare. "How'd you get my name, anyway?" Nobody recognised him in all the previous places he took, right? He was sure he'd have receive some sort of notice or police presence by now if that was the case.

[prospectorquinn]

"I know all of my workers." The man stated coldly, it was clear that there was not a lick of doubt in his statement. He continued, "You are not one of them. let's try again. Why are you in my mines, Mr. Thompson?"

[everyday-violence]

…Okay! Shit. He got the feeling the old bastard wasn't going to be dropping this so easily, even once he left the mine. That was okay, he could withstand a fight- verbal, physical, but… legal? Financial? …He'd figure it out if it came to that. Dead men couldn't sue, after all. Still. Something about the geezer… unsettled him. That unrelenting stare, the way he just- knew his name- maybe this place was getting to him.

It's not as though he can just admit 'I wanted to sneak in and cause a horrific workplace accident that injures or kills multiple people'. Well- he could, but again, that was just a one-way ticket to prison.

C'mon, Thompson, not like it's the first time somebody's recognised you don't belong. Just… play it off. Respond with all the 'I don't give a shit' attitude of an ordinary worker just trying to get through the day. It's not as though he ever held much respect or care for authority to begin with. It helped that he generally held that sort of attitude by default- he wasn't the best of liars or actors, in all honesty. What is it they say- play to your strengths, and all that? Being a grouchy ass could turn out useful sometimes it turned out. Surely the old bastard had better things to do than interrogate someone who clearly wasn't going to be providing any useful answers- right? "Like you said, got a little lost was all." It's hard to brush off accusation of wrongdoing when he's wearing a stolen uniform, though, so he tries to correct, add on something to make a bit more sense. "I'm new… Maybe the files just haven't been updated? Not like I'd know." He dismisses with a careless shrug. Just a management mistake, just a 'sent to the wrong mine' issue, just nothing to worry about. He glances about, trying to find a potential exit in case he had to make a run for it.

[prospectorquinn]

"Lying to a potential employer is not the correct route, Mr. Thompson." "I am going to ask one more time, simply because I want to hear you say it aloud. What are you doing in the mine." Henry realized that the man was not asking a question, merely a statement, but nevertheless he felt the need to answer, as if it was being forced out of his own mouth, choking on his answer as he felt the pressure of it.

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He grasped at his chest, wincing at the sudden… pressure, the weight of his words tight within his throat and before he knew it he was speaking, the admission leaving his lips before he could think better of it.

"I came to stir up trouble- violence. Find some shit to mess up, scare some people, hurt 'em, maybe, kill them- doesn't matter, just needed to get them to open their eyes, look around- the world isn't a safe place, never will be. People're too quick to forget, fail to realise until the pain's right in front of 'em. Frighten them real good, then. And I never worked a mine before, either, had to mark it off the list, y'know? Just had to get in, find some machinary maybe, explosives- if those things are even used these days, not sure. I just needed to look around at my options, pick something and use it, then leave in the aftermath- in and out, easy as that."

As the answer was provided, the pressure eased up, leaving him feeling almost light-headed in the sudden vacancy, stumbling back as he dug his fingers into his temples, recovering air now that his words were no longer blocking off his throat.

That- that was definitely fucking creepy.

It wasn't normal.

It… Was that-? He wasn't sure what to make of it. 'Magically forcing people to give the truth' sounded like bullshit but then again so did 'magically causing machines and vehicles to malfunction and fights to break out' and- it made sense, that other people had these… weird things off about them, that he wasn't the only one but- it just- it was something to wrap his head around, to be sure.

"The-" He cleared his throat, there was a pounding in his blood, 'What right does this asshole have?' questioned that same part of his mind that delighted in the screams. 'He'd deserve it, you can't just let him get away with messing with you like that,' it coaxed, body burning in an almost painful yearning to see blood spilt across stone. He grabbed onto his trusty tool- the handle of his wrench felt fitted to his hand, a soothing balm in the storm of feeling that had washed over him. It was a comforting weight, even if it couldn't completely abate the unease that had settled within his bones.

"What the fuck was that?! Who even are you?!" He demanded, lips pulled back into a snarl, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the creepy old fuck.

[prospectorquinn]

The man smiles with pleasure. "Now now, Henry. We can't have that, especially not here. That wrench will do you no good, and when you try to kill me it certainly won't succeed." He paused for a moment, feigning being stuck in thought, but Henry knew it was an act. through some twisted way, he knew that the man knew exactly how this interaction will play out. The way I see it, you have two options. Either you leave, or you don't." With that statement, Henry looks around, and with a quick pang, realizes the chamber is ever so slightly smaller than before.

[everyday-violence]

So calm, so confident- he wasn't sure if it was more or less preferable that the man had finally used his given name. It drove a shiver down his spine, if nothing else. Of course he knew it, if he knew the surname but still- it was unsettling to have it confirmed. He still didn't know a thing about the old bastard, beyond how tempting it was to storm forward and cave his skull into splinters. He took a deep breath instead, tightening and loosening his hold on the wrench, hoping it would soothe the anger boiling within. "Leaving suits me just fucking fine." He grumbles out, looking away from the irritant to study the cavern around instead- where was the exit, again? It seemed… smaller- but that, couldn't be, right? …Whatever was going on, it was definitely the old man behind it. Even if he did murder the man, where would that leave him? Trapped in this dusty old cave. It was best to just cut his losses here. "Always some other stupid bastard out there- just… let me exit or whatever, I'll leave your bloody workers alone, and I won't go sneaking in here again, that good?"

[prospectorquinn]

The man smirks. "Feel free to go, but I can't imagine this is the last time we will be seeing each other. However, I do warn you. I will remember your face."

[everyday-violence]

"…Sure, thanks." He tries to dismiss the slimy, crawling feeling of the old mans' piercing stare as he makes for the exit, not caring to hide the fact he was glad to get out of there, as quickly as he could.

[prospectorquinn]

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

[everyday-violence]

Talk about a hostile work environment- he'd seen people get into fights- had sparked fights between people, but that didn't compare to the… tension here. He didn't like it. Those creepy cameras certainly weren't helping either. It felt like they were watching him specifically, glaring a hole right through his back- like they knew, like they were aware he was intruding, trespassing. Which was a load of shit, really- he doubted the security guards were paying that much attention, and even if they were, he doubted they knew the workers enough to know there was one more than there was supposed to be. Maybe.

Whatever. He needed to hurry up with this. Not like he wanted to spend his entire fucking day in a damn mine. (Not like he had much better to do- though at least if he started a bar fight he'd get some drinks out of it. Here the air was dryer than any alcohol.)

His eyebrows furrowed when he entered the chamber- squinting at the fragile support pillars. "Fuckin' wankers…" Why wasn't this place boarded up? Even if they did have plans to use it later, they ought to at least put a temporary measure to make sure no dumbass went and got lost in the wrong part of the cave. This was just a failure on multiple accounts, did seriously not one person bother to do anything about this?

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took step after step further in, though he couldn't help but to feel hesitant. A cave-in certainly didn't sound particularly pleasant to him either. And- he grimaced, peering down at the bird. Was that the thing he'd heard chirping earlier? Certainly didn't look like it'd be chirping again anytime soon. He almost felt bad for it, kinda.

Suddenly, he stopped, about half-way to the bird. Weren't these things meant to detect poison, or something? Natural gas, or what-not? An explosion should do nicely. He slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. This was a stupid fucking idea. He should've left the moment he saw there weren't any humans down here.

Can he even die? He's already did so once- but his heart continued pumping now regardless- albeit a little less than it probably should. Honestly? Probably best not to risk finding out the answer to that question. He should leave. Maybe cause some trouble on the upper levels, but either way he needed to get out of this room.

[prospectorquinn]

When Henry turns back again, he is confused, as where he had entered the chamber, a large rocky entryway, had suddenly vanished, no cave-in or anything similar, simply nothing but thick dirt and rock. When he turns again, the bird is gone, but standing on the other side of the chamber is an older man, clearly in charge. He looks like he has been down there for ages, his skin pale, his clothes dirtied, especially around the ankles, clearly having kicked up some dust on his way down. The man looked at Henry with contempt, as if he had already made up his mind that he wasn't even worth talking to. "It seems you have gotten lost, is that correct Mr. Thompson?"

The man's voice is deep and commanding, and for a moment Henry truly believes that he was, indeed, just lost, before remembering suddenly, that he had not told the man his name.

[everyday-violence]

The sheer… weirdness of the whole situation shocks him into silence for a moment, gears turning as he tries to figure- or at least process what it is that's going on. Trapped, the way he came in just covered up as though it were never there to begin with. There had to be an exit somewhere though, surely? Bird gone, old man who appeared as though he should be in an office with paperwork- he never did like those upper management sorts, but it wasn't as though they liked him either, just like this prick clearly seemed to demonstrate with that disdainful gaze. He got the feeling he was out of his depth here- how did he know his name? Everything about this was weird- wrong. Just who the fuck was this guy?!

His hands itched, and he lifted the one from his mouth to instead run it through his hair as he sighed deeply, trying to ease the irritation that sparked up at the sheer condescension this man radiated. Pompous ass, it was surprising somebody with such a smug attitude didn't seem to mind being covered in dirt and dust from head to toe.

Maybe he should be vague about it- don't admit to any wrongdoing and all that shit… Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he grumbled out a response. "'dunno. Am I? Not like there were any fu-" He cuts himself off, clearing his throat to try and cover the swear. He's been scolded one too many times about 'appropriate workplace language' to bear hearing it again. In general, his attitude wasn't one many took to fondly, but generally his work made up for it- and if it didn't, well, it wasn't as though they ever got to see him again to keep complaining about it. "Any signs or anything." If there were though, he certainly wasn't paying attention.

He- maybe it was just a guess. Or there was some other poor bastard named 'Thompson' here that he was mistaken for or- no, the more he thinks about it the more it bothers him. Not as though that's a particularly difficult task, especially these days, but still. It's probably better to keep his mouth shut.

So of course he dug himself further into a whole, boot scuffing against the floor as his eyebrows furrowed into a suspicious glare. "How'd you get my name, anyway?" Nobody recognised him in all the previous places he took, right? He was sure he'd have receive some sort of notice or police presence by now if that was the case.

[prospectorquinn]

"I know all of my workers." The man stated coldly, it was clear that there was not a lick of doubt in his statement. He continued, "You are not one of them. let's try again. Why are you in my mines, Mr. Thompson?"

[everyday-violence]

…Okay! Shit. He got the feeling the old bastard wasn't going to be dropping this so easily, even once he left the mine. That was okay, he could withstand a fight- verbal, physical, but… legal? Financial? …He'd figure it out if it came to that. Dead men couldn't sue, after all. Still. Something about the geezer… unsettled him. That unrelenting stare, the way he just- knew his name- maybe this place was getting to him.

It's not as though he can just admit 'I wanted to sneak in and cause a horrific workplace accident that injures or kills multiple people'. Well- he could, but again, that was just a one-way ticket to prison.

C'mon, Thompson, not like it's the first time somebody's recognised you don't belong. Just… play it off. Respond with all the 'I don't give a shit' attitude of an ordinary worker just trying to get through the day. It's not as though he ever held much respect or care for authority to begin with. It helped that he generally held that sort of attitude by default- he wasn't the best of liars or actors, in all honesty. What is it they say- play to your strengths, and all that? Being a grouchy ass could turn out useful sometimes it turned out. Surely the old bastard had better things to do than interrogate someone who clearly wasn't going to be providing any useful answers- right? "Like you said, got a little lost was all." It's hard to brush off accusation of wrongdoing when he's wearing a stolen uniform, though, so he tries to correct, add on something to make a bit more sense. "I'm new… Maybe the files just haven't been updated? Not like I'd know." He dismisses with a careless shrug. Just a management mistake, just a 'sent to the wrong mine' issue, just nothing to worry about. He glances about, trying to find a potential exit in case he had to make a run for it.

[prospectorquinn]

"Lying to a potential employer is not the correct route, Mr. Thompson." "I am going to ask one more time, simply because I want to hear you say it aloud. What are you doing in the mine." Henry realized that the man was not asking a question, merely a statement, but nevertheless he felt the need to answer, as if it was being forced out of his own mouth, choking on his answer as he felt the pressure of it.

[everyday-violence]

He grasped at his chest, wincing at the sudden… pressure, the weight of his words tight within his throat and before he knew it he was speaking, the admission leaving his lips before he could think better of it.

"I came to stir up trouble- violence. Find some shit to mess up, scare some people, hurt 'em, maybe, kill them- doesn't matter, just needed to get them to open their eyes, look around- the world isn't a safe place, never will be. People're too quick to forget, fail to realise until the pain's right in front of 'em. Frighten them real good, then. And I never worked a mine before, either, had to mark it off the list, y'know? Just had to get in, find some machinary maybe, explosives- if those things are even used these days, not sure. I just needed to look around at my options, pick something and use it, then leave in the aftermath- in and out, easy as that."

As the answer was provided, the pressure eased up, leaving him feeling almost light-headed in the sudden vacancy, stumbling back as he dug his fingers into his temples, recovering air now that his words were no longer blocking off his throat.

That- that was definitely fucking creepy.

It wasn't normal.

It… Was that-? He wasn't sure what to make of it. 'Magically forcing people to give the truth' sounded like bullshit but then again so did 'magically causing machines and vehicles to malfunction and fights to break out' and- it made sense, that other people had these… weird things off about them, that he wasn't the only one but- it just- it was something to wrap his head around, to be sure.

"The-" He cleared his throat, there was a pounding in his blood, 'What right does this asshole have?' questioned that same part of his mind that delighted in the screams. 'He'd deserve it, you can't just let him get away with messing with you like that,' it coaxed, body burning in an almost painful yearning to see blood spilt across stone. He grabbed onto his trusty tool- the handle of his wrench felt fitted to his hand, a soothing balm in the storm of feeling that had washed over him. It was a comforting weight, even if it couldn't completely abate the unease that had settled within his bones.

"What the fuck was that?! Who even are you?!" He demanded, lips pulled back into a snarl, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the creepy old fuck.

[prospectorquinn]

The man smiles with pleasure. "Now now, Henry. We can't have that, especially not here. That wrench will do you no good, and when you try to kill me it certainly won't succeed." He paused for a moment, feigning being stuck in thought, but Henry knew it was an act. through some twisted way, he knew that the man knew exactly how this interaction will play out. The way I see it, you have two options. Either you leave, or you don't." With that statement, Henry looks around, and with a quick pang, realizes the chamber is ever so slightly smaller than before.

[everyday-violence]

So calm, so confident- he wasn't sure if it was more or less preferable that the man had finally used his given name. It drove a shiver down his spine, if nothing else. Of course he knew it, if he knew the surname but still- it was unsettling to have it confirmed. He still didn't know a thing about the old bastard, beyond how tempting it was to storm forward and cave his skull into splinters. He took a deep breath instead, tightening and loosening his hold on the wrench, hoping it would soothe the anger boiling within. "Leaving suits me just fucking fine." He grumbles out, looking away from the irritant to study the cavern around instead- where was the exit, again? It seemed… smaller- but that, couldn't be, right? …Whatever was going on, it was definitely the old man behind it. Even if he did murder the man, where would that leave him? Trapped in this dusty old cave. It was best to just cut his losses here. "Always some other stupid bastard out there- just… let me exit or whatever, I'll leave your bloody workers alone, and I won't go sneaking in here again, that good?"

[prospectorquinn]

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

[everyday-violence]

Talk about a hostile work environment- he'd seen people get into fights- had sparked fights between people, but that didn't compare to the… tension here. He didn't like it. Those creepy cameras certainly weren't helping either. It felt like they were watching him specifically, glaring a hole right through his back- like they knew, like they were aware he was intruding, trespassing. Which was a load of shit, really- he doubted the security guards were paying that much attention, and even if they were, he doubted they knew the workers enough to know there was one more than there was supposed to be. Maybe.

Whatever. He needed to hurry up with this. Not like he wanted to spend his entire fucking day in a damn mine. (Not like he had much better to do- though at least if he started a bar fight he'd get some drinks out of it. Here the air was dryer than any alcohol.)

His eyebrows furrowed when he entered the chamber- squinting at the fragile support pillars. "Fuckin' wankers…" Why wasn't this place boarded up? Even if they did have plans to use it later, they ought to at least put a temporary measure to make sure no dumbass went and got lost in the wrong part of the cave. This was just a failure on multiple accounts, did seriously not one person bother to do anything about this?

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took step after step further in, though he couldn't help but to feel hesitant. A cave-in certainly didn't sound particularly pleasant to him either. And- he grimaced, peering down at the bird. Was that the thing he'd heard chirping earlier? Certainly didn't look like it'd be chirping again anytime soon. He almost felt bad for it, kinda.

Suddenly, he stopped, about half-way to the bird. Weren't these things meant to detect poison, or something? Natural gas, or what-not? An explosion should do nicely. He slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. This was a stupid fucking idea. He should've left the moment he saw there weren't any humans down here.

Can he even die? He's already did so once- but his heart continued pumping now regardless- albeit a little less than it probably should. Honestly? Probably best not to risk finding out the answer to that question. He should leave. Maybe cause some trouble on the upper levels, but either way he needed to get out of this room.

[prospectorquinn]

When Henry turns back again, he is confused, as where he had entered the chamber, a large rocky entryway, had suddenly vanished, no cave-in or anything similar, simply nothing but thick dirt and rock. When he turns again, the bird is gone, but standing on the other side of the chamber is an older man, clearly in charge. He looks like he has been down there for ages, his skin pale, his clothes dirtied, especially around the ankles, clearly having kicked up some dust on his way down. The man looked at Henry with contempt, as if he had already made up his mind that he wasn't even worth talking to. "It seems you have gotten lost, is that correct Mr. Thompson?"

The man's voice is deep and commanding, and for a moment Henry truly believes that he was, indeed, just lost, before remembering suddenly, that he had not told the man his name.

[everyday-violence]

The sheer… weirdness of the whole situation shocks him into silence for a moment, gears turning as he tries to figure- or at least process what it is that's going on. Trapped, the way he came in just covered up as though it were never there to begin with. There had to be an exit somewhere though, surely? Bird gone, old man who appeared as though he should be in an office with paperwork- he never did like those upper management sorts, but it wasn't as though they liked him either, just like this prick clearly seemed to demonstrate with that disdainful gaze. He got the feeling he was out of his depth here- how did he know his name? Everything about this was weird- wrong. Just who the fuck was this guy?!

His hands itched, and he lifted the one from his mouth to instead run it through his hair as he sighed deeply, trying to ease the irritation that sparked up at the sheer condescension this man radiated. Pompous ass, it was surprising somebody with such a smug attitude didn't seem to mind being covered in dirt and dust from head to toe.

Maybe he should be vague about it- don't admit to any wrongdoing and all that shit… Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he grumbled out a response. "'dunno. Am I? Not like there were any fu-" He cuts himself off, clearing his throat to try and cover the swear. He's been scolded one too many times about 'appropriate workplace language' to bear hearing it again. In general, his attitude wasn't one many took to fondly, but generally his work made up for it- and if it didn't, well, it wasn't as though they ever got to see him again to keep complaining about it. "Any signs or anything." If there were though, he certainly wasn't paying attention.

He- maybe it was just a guess. Or there was some other poor bastard named 'Thompson' here that he was mistaken for or- no, the more he thinks about it the more it bothers him. Not as though that's a particularly difficult task, especially these days, but still. It's probably better to keep his mouth shut.

So of course he dug himself further into a whole, boot scuffing against the floor as his eyebrows furrowed into a suspicious glare. "How'd you get my name, anyway?" Nobody recognised him in all the previous places he took, right? He was sure he'd have receive some sort of notice or police presence by now if that was the case.

[prospectorquinn]

"I know all of my workers." The man stated coldly, it was clear that there was not a lick of doubt in his statement. He continued, "You are not one of them. let's try again. Why are you in my mines, Mr. Thompson?"

[everyday-violence]

…Okay! Shit. He got the feeling the old bastard wasn't going to be dropping this so easily, even once he left the mine. That was okay, he could withstand a fight- verbal, physical, but… legal? Financial? …He'd figure it out if it came to that. Dead men couldn't sue, after all. Still. Something about the geezer… unsettled him. That unrelenting stare, the way he just- knew his name- maybe this place was getting to him.

It's not as though he can just admit 'I wanted to sneak in and cause a horrific workplace accident that injures or kills multiple people'. Well- he could, but again, that was just a one-way ticket to prison.

C'mon, Thompson, not like it's the first time somebody's recognised you don't belong. Just… play it off. Respond with all the 'I don't give a shit' attitude of an ordinary worker just trying to get through the day. It's not as though he ever held much respect or care for authority to begin with. It helped that he generally held that sort of attitude by default- he wasn't the best of liars or actors, in all honesty. What is it they say- play to your strengths, and all that? Being a grouchy ass could turn out useful sometimes it turned out. Surely the old bastard had better things to do than interrogate someone who clearly wasn't going to be providing any useful answers- right? "Like you said, got a little lost was all." It's hard to brush off accusation of wrongdoing when he's wearing a stolen uniform, though, so he tries to correct, add on something to make a bit more sense. "I'm new… Maybe the files just haven't been updated? Not like I'd know." He dismisses with a careless shrug. Just a management mistake, just a 'sent to the wrong mine' issue, just nothing to worry about. He glances about, trying to find a potential exit in case he had to make a run for it.

[prospectorquinn]

"Lying to a potential employer is not the correct route, Mr. Thompson." "I am going to ask one more time, simply because I want to hear you say it aloud. What are you doing in the mine." Henry realized that the man was not asking a question, merely a statement, but nevertheless he felt the need to answer, as if it was being forced out of his own mouth, choking on his answer as he felt the pressure of it.

[everyday-violence]

He grasped at his chest, wincing at the sudden… pressure, the weight of his words tight within his throat and before he knew it he was speaking, the admission leaving his lips before he could think better of it.

"I came to stir up trouble- violence. Find some shit to mess up, scare some people, hurt 'em, maybe, kill them- doesn't matter, just needed to get them to open their eyes, look around- the world isn't a safe place, never will be. People're too quick to forget, fail to realise until the pain's right in front of 'em. Frighten them real good, then. And I never worked a mine before, either, had to mark it off the list, y'know? Just had to get in, find some machinary maybe, explosives- if those things are even used these days, not sure. I just needed to look around at my options, pick something and use it, then leave in the aftermath- in and out, easy as that."

As the answer was provided, the pressure eased up, leaving him feeling almost light-headed in the sudden vacancy, stumbling back as he dug his fingers into his temples, recovering air now that his words were no longer blocking off his throat.

That- that was definitely fucking creepy.

It wasn't normal.

It… Was that-? He wasn't sure what to make of it. 'Magically forcing people to give the truth' sounded like bullshit but then again so did 'magically causing machines and vehicles to malfunction and fights to break out' and- it made sense, that other people had these… weird things off about them, that he wasn't the only one but- it just- it was something to wrap his head around, to be sure.

"The-" He cleared his throat, there was a pounding in his blood, 'What right does this asshole have?' questioned that same part of his mind that delighted in the screams. 'He'd deserve it, you can't just let him get away with messing with you like that,' it coaxed, body burning in an almost painful yearning to see blood spilt across stone. He grabbed onto his trusty tool- the handle of his wrench felt fitted to his hand, a soothing balm in the storm of feeling that had washed over him. It was a comforting weight, even if it couldn't completely abate the unease that had settled within his bones.

"What the fuck was that?! Who even are you?!" He demanded, lips pulled back into a snarl, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the creepy old fuck.

[prospectorquinn]

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

[everyday-violence]

Talk about a hostile work environment- he'd seen people get into fights- had sparked fights between people, but that didn't compare to the… tension here. He didn't like it. Those creepy cameras certainly weren't helping either. It felt like they were watching him specifically, glaring a hole right through his back- like they knew, like they were aware he was intruding, trespassing. Which was a load of shit, really- he doubted the security guards were paying that much attention, and even if they were, he doubted they knew the workers enough to know there was one more than there was supposed to be. Maybe.

Whatever. He needed to hurry up with this. Not like he wanted to spend his entire fucking day in a damn mine. (Not like he had much better to do- though at least if he started a bar fight he'd get some drinks out of it. Here the air was dryer than any alcohol.)

His eyebrows furrowed when he entered the chamber- squinting at the fragile support pillars. "Fuckin' wankers…" Why wasn't this place boarded up? Even if they did have plans to use it later, they ought to at least put a temporary measure to make sure no dumbass went and got lost in the wrong part of the cave. This was just a failure on multiple accounts, did seriously not one person bother to do anything about this?

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took step after step further in, though he couldn't help but to feel hesitant. A cave-in certainly didn't sound particularly pleasant to him either. And- he grimaced, peering down at the bird. Was that the thing he'd heard chirping earlier? Certainly didn't look like it'd be chirping again anytime soon. He almost felt bad for it, kinda.

Suddenly, he stopped, about half-way to the bird. Weren't these things meant to detect poison, or something? Natural gas, or what-not? An explosion should do nicely. He slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. This was a stupid fucking idea. He should've left the moment he saw there weren't any humans down here.

Can he even die? He's already did so once- but his heart continued pumping now regardless- albeit a little less than it probably should. Honestly? Probably best not to risk finding out the answer to that question. He should leave. Maybe cause some trouble on the upper levels, but either way he needed to get out of this room.

[prospectorquinn]

When Henry turns back again, he is confused, as where he had entered the chamber, a large rocky entryway, had suddenly vanished, no cave-in or anything similar, simply nothing but thick dirt and rock. When he turns again, the bird is gone, but standing on the other side of the chamber is an older man, clearly in charge. He looks like he has been down there for ages, his skin pale, his clothes dirtied, especially around the ankles, clearly having kicked up some dust on his way down. The man looked at Henry with contempt, as if he had already made up his mind that he wasn't even worth talking to. "It seems you have gotten lost, is that correct Mr. Thompson?"

The man's voice is deep and commanding, and for a moment Henry truly believes that he was, indeed, just lost, before remembering suddenly, that he had not told the man his name.

[everyday-violence]

The sheer… weirdness of the whole situation shocks him into silence for a moment, gears turning as he tries to figure- or at least process what it is that's going on. Trapped, the way he came in just covered up as though it were never there to begin with. There had to be an exit somewhere though, surely? Bird gone, old man who appeared as though he should be in an office with paperwork- he never did like those upper management sorts, but it wasn't as though they liked him either, just like this prick clearly seemed to demonstrate with that disdainful gaze. He got the feeling he was out of his depth here- how did he know his name? Everything about this was weird- wrong. Just who the fuck was this guy?!

His hands itched, and he lifted the one from his mouth to instead run it through his hair as he sighed deeply, trying to ease the irritation that sparked up at the sheer condescension this man radiated. Pompous ass, it was surprising somebody with such a smug attitude didn't seem to mind being covered in dirt and dust from head to toe.

Maybe he should be vague about it- don't admit to any wrongdoing and all that shit… Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he grumbled out a response. "'dunno. Am I? Not like there were any fu-" He cuts himself off, clearing his throat to try and cover the swear. He's been scolded one too many times about 'appropriate workplace language' to bear hearing it again. In general, his attitude wasn't one many took to fondly, but generally his work made up for it- and if it didn't, well, it wasn't as though they ever got to see him again to keep complaining about it. "Any signs or anything." If there were though, he certainly wasn't paying attention.

He- maybe it was just a guess. Or there was some other poor bastard named 'Thompson' here that he was mistaken for or- no, the more he thinks about it the more it bothers him. Not as though that's a particularly difficult task, especially these days, but still. It's probably better to keep his mouth shut.

So of course he dug himself further into a whole, boot scuffing against the floor as his eyebrows furrowed into a suspicious glare. "How'd you get my name, anyway?" Nobody recognised him in all the previous places he took, right? He was sure he'd have receive some sort of notice or police presence by now if that was the case.

[prospectorquinn]

"I know all of my workers." The man stated coldly, it was clear that there was not a lick of doubt in his statement. He continued, "You are not one of them. let's try again. Why are you in my mines, Mr. Thompson?"

[everyday-violence]

…Okay! Shit. He got the feeling the old bastard wasn't going to be dropping this so easily, even once he left the mine. That was okay, he could withstand a fight- verbal, physical, but… legal? Financial? …He'd figure it out if it came to that. Dead men couldn't sue, after all. Still. Something about the geezer… unsettled him. That unrelenting stare, the way he just- knew his name- maybe this place was getting to him.

It's not as though he can just admit 'I wanted to sneak in and cause a horrific workplace accident that injures or kills multiple people'. Well- he could, but again, that was just a one-way ticket to prison.

C'mon, Thompson, not like it's the first time somebody's recognised you don't belong. Just… play it off. Respond with all the 'I don't give a shit' attitude of an ordinary worker just trying to get through the day. It's not as though he ever held much respect or care for authority to begin with. It helped that he generally held that sort of attitude by default- he wasn't the best of liars or actors, in all honesty. What is it they say- play to your strengths, and all that? Being a grouchy ass could turn out useful sometimes it turned out. Surely the old bastard had better things to do than interrogate someone who clearly wasn't going to be providing any useful answers- right? "Like you said, got a little lost was all." It's hard to brush off accusation of wrongdoing when he's wearing a stolen uniform, though, so he tries to correct, add on something to make a bit more sense. "I'm new… Maybe the files just haven't been updated? Not like I'd know." He dismisses with a careless shrug. Just a management mistake, just a 'sent to the wrong mine' issue, just nothing to worry about. He glances about, trying to find a potential exit in case he had to make a run for it.

[prospectorquinn]

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

[everyday-violence]

Talk about a hostile work environment- he'd seen people get into fights- had sparked fights between people, but that didn't compare to the… tension here. He didn't like it. Those creepy cameras certainly weren't helping either. It felt like they were watching him specifically, glaring a hole right through his back- like they knew, like they were aware he was intruding, trespassing. Which was a load of shit, really- he doubted the security guards were paying that much attention, and even if they were, he doubted they knew the workers enough to know there was one more than there was supposed to be. Maybe.

Whatever. He needed to hurry up with this. Not like he wanted to spend his entire fucking day in a damn mine. (Not like he had much better to do- though at least if he started a bar fight he'd get some drinks out of it. Here the air was dryer than any alcohol.)

His eyebrows furrowed when he entered the chamber- squinting at the fragile support pillars. "Fuckin' wankers…" Why wasn't this place boarded up? Even if they did have plans to use it later, they ought to at least put a temporary measure to make sure no dumbass went and got lost in the wrong part of the cave. This was just a failure on multiple accounts, did seriously not one person bother to do anything about this?

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took step after step further in, though he couldn't help but to feel hesitant. A cave-in certainly didn't sound particularly pleasant to him either. And- he grimaced, peering down at the bird. Was that the thing he'd heard chirping earlier? Certainly didn't look like it'd be chirping again anytime soon. He almost felt bad for it, kinda.

Suddenly, he stopped, about half-way to the bird. Weren't these things meant to detect poison, or something? Natural gas, or what-not? An explosion should do nicely. He slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. This was a stupid fucking idea. He should've left the moment he saw there weren't any humans down here.

Can he even die? He's already did so once- but his heart continued pumping now regardless- albeit a little less than it probably should. Honestly? Probably best not to risk finding out the answer to that question. He should leave. Maybe cause some trouble on the upper levels, but either way he needed to get out of this room.

[prospectorquinn]

When Henry turns back again, he is confused, as where he had entered the chamber, a large rocky entryway, had suddenly vanished, no cave-in or anything similar, simply nothing but thick dirt and rock. When he turns again, the bird is gone, but standing on the other side of the chamber is an older man, clearly in charge. He looks like he has been down there for ages, his skin pale, his clothes dirtied, especially around the ankles, clearly having kicked up some dust on his way down. The man looked at Henry with contempt, as if he had already made up his mind that he wasn't even worth talking to. "It seems you have gotten lost, is that correct Mr. Thompson?"

The man's voice is deep and commanding, and for a moment Henry truly believes that he was, indeed, just lost, before remembering suddenly, that he had not told the man his name.

[everyday-violence]

The sheer… weirdness of the whole situation shocks him into silence for a moment, gears turning as he tries to figure- or at least process what it is that's going on. Trapped, the way he came in just covered up as though it were never there to begin with. There had to be an exit somewhere though, surely? Bird gone, old man who appeared as though he should be in an office with paperwork- he never did like those upper management sorts, but it wasn't as though they liked him either, just like this prick clearly seemed to demonstrate with that disdainful gaze. He got the feeling he was out of his depth here- how did he know his name? Everything about this was weird- wrong. Just who the fuck was this guy?!

His hands itched, and he lifted the one from his mouth to instead run it through his hair as he sighed deeply, trying to ease the irritation that sparked up at the sheer condescension this man radiated. Pompous ass, it was surprising somebody with such a smug attitude didn't seem to mind being covered in dirt and dust from head to toe.

Maybe he should be vague about it- don't admit to any wrongdoing and all that shit… Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he grumbled out a response. "'dunno. Am I? Not like there were any fu-" He cuts himself off, clearing his throat to try and cover the swear. He's been scolded one too many times about 'appropriate workplace language' to bear hearing it again. In general, his attitude wasn't one many took to fondly, but generally his work made up for it- and if it didn't, well, it wasn't as though they ever got to see him again to keep complaining about it. "Any signs or anything." If there were though, he certainly wasn't paying attention.

He- maybe it was just a guess. Or there was some other poor bastard named 'Thompson' here that he was mistaken for or- no, the more he thinks about it the more it bothers him. Not as though that's a particularly difficult task, especially these days, but still. It's probably better to keep his mouth shut.

So of course he dug himself further into a whole, boot scuffing against the floor as his eyebrows furrowed into a suspicious glare. "How'd you get my name, anyway?" Nobody recognised him in all the previous places he took, right? He was sure he'd have receive some sort of notice or police presence by now if that was the case.

[everyday-violence]

[cryptically and maliciously] many of the asks on this blog are me. you don’t get to know who “me” is yet though

{{WAAARGH…. spooky…… so cryptic and malicious…… scary little anon…. scary little Stranger anon…. I Do Not Know You !!!!!!!! {{hope ur having fun at least!! i know hes grumpy and not particularly receptive and all…

[everyday-violence]

hey!! you should go eat and hydrate and all of that if you haven’t! you should!!

🪡

A gruff sigh escaped him at the suggestion, disposing of the metal in his hands to instead rub at his temples. "I- fuck, if it'll shut you up, I suppose." He reached over without looking, grabbing a nearby bottle only to immediately spit just a second after the contents entered his mouth. That- that was oil. That was not edible. Big mistake, he couldn't help but to grimace a little, trying to wipe the taste off his tongue before slamming the bottle back down, shaking his head a little as he grabbed the actual container of water. Much better.

[everyday-violence]

get cramps projected onto you bwgahaghwh not sorry

[everyday-violence]

smoking is not good for you :(

it’s okay anyways puppy, you still get a treat

{{ I forgot I sent that ask that was hilarious to wake up to}}

{{ and sorry for messing with him so much your honour }}

I don't give a fucking shit about that- can't make things much worse right now!

{ it still startles him to realise yes. hes being called a puppy. over 50 years of life, going through all sorts of shit here and there and he's being called a puppy. mutt, he'd expect, actually heard a few times, but puppy??? }

{ he accepts the treat and chews on it whilst lighting up a smoke, easing up slightly as the cigarette settles between his lips. }

[everyday-violence]

bam. magic anon. you’re a puppyboy now. because I say so.

pat pat good puppy. d’you want a treat? adorable

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" { The startled yell tears from his throat like a growl, eyes wide and sunglasses askew as he processes the new- admittedly small, change in form. The long, fluffy tail behind him and the floppy ears poking out from his wavy hair. He's definitely more of a dogman than a puppyboy. }

"How did you- I, huh?!" { He's too in shock to even bite at the hand that pats. } { Sure, he knew the supernatural existed, he vividly remembers his torso bursting like a grape, splatters of red all across the ground around him, bones snapping and organs squelching as his body was violently torn apart, unable to withstand the pressure, and he remembers waking up the next day, aggressive scars the only signifier to his death, flesh mended and heart still pumping. } { That was entirely different from- from this, whatever this was. Sprouting a pair of dog ears and a tail out of nowhere? This was just absurd. A dream, surely, but yet it felt far too real. } "I... What?"

{ he blinks, ear twitching as he slowly settled into the reality of the situation. }

"No. I don't need a damn treat- what I need is a cigarette."

{ if he's going to be toyed with for others amusement, he's at least going to have a smoke first. }

[everyday-violence]

have you done hygiene today. if you havent I will eat all of your tools.

{ one look at the man is a clear enough 'no'. His face scrunches up- as it tends to, irritation is a frequent occurrance with him. }

"What's it matter to you? I'll get to it later, probably. Either way you can keep your nose out of it. And if you so much as go near my fucking tools I'll make sure you haven't a mouth to be eating with you little bastard, got that?"

[everyday-violence]

hi Henry. get hugged. you get a hug and a free (slightly rusted) wrench. enjoy. pat pat.

{ he tenses up at the contact, breath hitching and arms half raised, fingers half curled. One thing you notice about him is that he's a bit colder than you expected, though not alarmingly so. You're lucky to end the hug before he does it for you. The wrench, too- he holds it in both hands, examining its appearance, almost too distracted to notice the little pats you give to him- something which makes him scowl, batting at you. } …Don't do that shit again, got it?

{ best to retreat quickly before he decides to put that new wrench to use } { It's a light sentence, coming from him. Perhaps you caught him in a good mood? Still, maybe you should watch your back just in case, maybe. }

[prospectorquinn]

There was a man who did not belong in the mines. He was doing an alright enough job at looking as though he did- picking up one of the miner's outfits somewhere, the clothing lightly tattered and covered with dust and dirt. His sunglasses had been tucked away, leaving his face feeling unusually exposed- not that it mattered. It was dark down here, and dusty, he could already feel the earthly grime pressing in around him as he walked down the tunnels in steel-cap boots. Something about this place made him uneasy- he wasn't sure what it was. He'd snuck into a variety of places, all sorts of work, he might not have gone into mining before, but he'd been in similar-ish spaces. So why did this place make him uneasy?

He dismissed it- probably nothing. Just a lack of sleep setting him on-edge or some other such bullshit. Nothing to get worked up about.

Just a simple job, there was sure to be many things he could do here. Something to give a little scare- a startle. Something to disrupt the simple routine of the day, to ease the violent yearning within his blood. A sigh escaped him as he took pause, leaning against a wall, gripping the bottom of his face with one scarred hand, closing his eyes for a moment before opening once more to shoot a glare at one of the cameras- how many cameras did one guy need? Probably just a safety measure, he imagined, though it struck him as odd considering how… lacklustre the other safety measures or lack thereof seemed. The people here seemed uneasy- it was no wonder he could slip in with such ease. He probably didn't even need to take one of their uniforms, tch. Whatever, too fucking late now. He grumbled beneath his breath as he kicked off against the wall, ready to go find somebody.

"…Shit." Something definitely wasn't right here. Maybe he should've thought twice before coming here. @everyday-violence

Henry may try to whisper to one of the employees, ask them what was going on in this place, but none would answer, only stopping their work to glance at the cameras, likely looking for the red button that said it was active - which is always was - or to check their watch. This particular mine was a coal mine, and an older one at that, so Henry wasn't too surprised when he heard a chirping bird from deeper in the cave, but nevertheless he felt implored to investigate. As he wandered deeper into the cave he found himself in a large open area, lit only by a lantern or two. There were no workers in this part of the cave, clearly all being up closer to the surface in case of a cave-in, as this chamber was clearly unstable. In the center of the chamber lied a single yellow bird, a canary, lying on its back, not breathing.

[everyday-violence]

Talk about a hostile work environment- he'd seen people get into fights- had sparked fights between people, but that didn't compare to the… tension here. He didn't like it. Those creepy cameras certainly weren't helping either. It felt like they were watching him specifically, glaring a hole right through his back- like they knew, like they were aware he was intruding, trespassing. Which was a load of shit, really- he doubted the security guards were paying that much attention, and even if they were, he doubted they knew the workers enough to know there was one more than there was supposed to be. Maybe.

Whatever. He needed to hurry up with this. Not like he wanted to spend his entire fucking day in a damn mine. (Not like he had much better to do- though at least if he started a bar fight he'd get some drinks out of it. Here the air was dryer than any alcohol.)

His eyebrows furrowed when he entered the chamber- squinting at the fragile support pillars. "Fuckin' wankers…" Why wasn't this place boarded up? Even if they did have plans to use it later, they ought to at least put a temporary measure to make sure no dumbass went and got lost in the wrong part of the cave. This was just a failure on multiple accounts, did seriously not one person bother to do anything about this?

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took step after step further in, though he couldn't help but to feel hesitant. A cave-in certainly didn't sound particularly pleasant to him either. And- he grimaced, peering down at the bird. Was that the thing he'd heard chirping earlier? Certainly didn't look like it'd be chirping again anytime soon. He almost felt bad for it, kinda.

Suddenly, he stopped, about half-way to the bird. Weren't these things meant to detect poison, or something? Natural gas, or what-not? An explosion should do nicely. He slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. This was a stupid fucking idea. He should've left the moment he saw there weren't any humans down here.

Can he even die? He's already did so once- but his heart continued pumping now regardless- albeit a little less than it probably should. Honestly? Probably best not to risk finding out the answer to that question. He should leave. Maybe cause some trouble on the upper levels, but either way he needed to get out of this room.

[everyday-violence]

do you know how to fix cars. can you fix my car. there’s worms in the engine (thumbs up)

Feel like you shoulda called a fucking exterminator first- Yeah, I can fix a car, usually prefer bikes myself but, yeah, I know a thing or two. I'll be able to get it up and running in no time at all. (thumbs up)

[everyday-violence]

I visited this blog exactly once and I saw a construction site today and was like “hehe… like that one guy…” why am I like this /lh

HAHA im flattered. he snuck into your mind… and maybe that construction site. sure hope there werent any mysterious tragic accidents at the site !!