wall of shame

miles rowe. thirty-four. security guard. omega. danvers pack. unbonded. i ain't your boy. don't like to be touched. you try me and you'll hit the floor and then be featured on my wall of shame.

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nicolasdanvers:

Nicolas tried to keep a straight face, talking about waterproof sugar, but failed and let out a laugh. “With how much tea Europeans drink, I’m sure waterproof sugar is their worst nightmare.” Nic nodded, remembering the infamous face painting incident. “I mean I was personally amused at all the little Gene Simmonses running around. But you know parents,” Nicolas said with a shrug, remembering having to play interference with a few parents who weren’t too happy with their little tykes with zombies on their faces. “I guess there’s not much creative license you can take with flower crowns.” Nic gave up drying himself and just settled for pushing his hair out of his face to keep the water out of his eyes.  His shift wasn’t over quite yet, so he was just going to get soaked again.  “I mean if it’s not trouble, I’d actually love one.  But don’t go out of your way for it. Take your time, enjoy the festival.“

The laughter immediately put him at ease. Nic’s laughter always had a way of being contagious. Miles was in dangerous territory of joining him. Not that it much mattered in the middle of the Flower Festival. No one was paying him much attention. Anonymity in a crowd -- just how he liked it. “Might be a new trend. You know how they like to be a step ahead of everyone.” He shook his head wistfully remembering the face painting. It had been a lot of fun. He couldn’t understand why the festival runners were so uptight. The pups had loved every second of it. “Parents need to chill the fuck out. It was just paint. I didn’t sign ‘em up for the skeleton army.” 

He stared into the distance as he thought about having to work on more flower crowns. His fingers were close to bleeding. “No, there ain’t barely any creative license. Just tie ‘em together and hope for the fuckin’ best.” He didn’t bother hiding his sigh. “It ain’t out of my way if I’m offerin’, boss. It’s the least I can do considerin’ I just dunked your skinny ass.” 

With a shake of his head, he headed in the direction of the beer truck. He could use one himself. It only cost approximately half his pay check, but he reminded himself it was for a good cause. Grabbing the beers, he made his way back to the booth. “Here you go, Nic. Least I can do. I got your next few. You’re allowed to let loose at these things. Pretty sure I read that on the flyer.”

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Any regrets?

“Not a damn one. I don’t live life like that. Everything happens for a reason, as fuckin’ stupid as that sounds. Regrets are a waste of space in my head.”

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top or bottom?

“Part of the bagel? I like the top because it usually got the most bagel. I ain’t ever seen a bagel cut properly straight in half.

If you mean sexually, why don’t you get a little closer and ask? My fist in your face is a good answer.”

OOC ANSWER: He’s a bottom. Depends on his partner. He can top and does like the control it gives him. But if he’s with someone, he wants to submit. 

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What do you look for in a mate?

“A big dick and wide asshole.”

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Pandas or Lynx?

“Pandas hands down. They are real cute. You seen the video where the panda keeper is tryin’ to clean up the leaves, but they keep knockin’ over the basket and gettin’ in it? Hilarious.”

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Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

OOC ANSWER: Miles cares deeply. Too deeply about those in his inner circle. It’s why he’s quick to act out if someone says or does something to them. He hates that he can’t control it better. He doesn’t know how to simply talk things out -- fists are easier. He tries to be better about it, but it only lasts a day before he’s headbutting someone in The Outlaw. He doesn’t want to be the Danvers problem child or the guy that Fox had to bail out of a bad situation. He doesn’t want his ma to get late night calls about him getting into another fight. He just has no idea how to fix it. It’s all he’s known and those close to him understand it -- mostly. 

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❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.

“Uh. A hug? I dunno. I ain’t much of a hugger, but when I do it, I mean it. You can’t half ass a hug. A person can feel that. When you hug, you’re pressin’ your body against someone else and tradin’ energy and shit. It takes trust. Some people hug for everything. That ain’t me.”

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☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders?

“Depends who givin’ orders. Nic, no problem. He don’t treat me like I’m less than, but if he gives me an order -- I’m gonna follow it. No questions asked. My ma, same thing. She nags me and shit, but she means well. Some jackass in a bar or out in the world, they can fuck off. I ain’t here to take orders.”

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☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

“I know I should say my ma first, but she would be the last of the three. I don’t need to give her anymore heart attacks. Not that she’s had any literal ones, just figurative. 

First would be: Leopold Fox. He’s always got my back. And he can talk me down, usually. Plus, he don’t judge, which comes in handy with me.

Second: Nicolas Danvers. We been friends since we could fit on swing sets. Little wee shits. There ain’t nothing he wouldn’t do for me or I wouldn’t do for him. He’s only second because I don’t need that disappointed look. It makes me reconsider some shit and sometimes I don’t want to.

Third: My ma. Explained above.”

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☂ : Storms or clear skies?

“Easy: storms. Usually matches my mood. Plus if it’s stormin’, people don’t come to the strip club. Makes my job a hell of lot easier.”

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Would you punch me if I said you smelled nice?

“You grabbin’ my ass and learin’ when you say it? Keep your distance and maybe I won’t punch you. But I make no guarantees. You ain’t my ma. You don’t gotta tell me I smell nice. Who don’t like watermelon and cotton candy? I know I smell nice. It’s usually a line. I don’t got time for that bullshit.”

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What do you look for in a partner?

“Someone that ain’t gonna treat me like an object. I’m more than an omega. I’m a man, first and foremost. All I want is respect. Can’t build nothin’ if I don’t got that. Also, someone my ma approves of. I don’t got no times for games.”

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Favorite wolf in Echo?

“Other than my ma, Rebecca Rowe -- Leopold Fox. He’s a fuckin’ prick, but I love the dumb bastard. I mean, look at ‘em. He’s always angstin’ ‘bout god knows what. I bet he writes poetry and then cries over it. But I love him. Ain’t no other wolf like him. 

Also, Nicolas Danvers. You bad mouth that man and it’ll be the last fuckin’ thing you. I guarantee that.”

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Worst fear?

“Losing my ma. Or being asked to leave my pack. I don’t want to think ‘bout either.”

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Why are you so pretty and so bitter?

“I ain’t pretty, so you got that all mixed up. Bitter? Nah. I just know how the world works. I got the right people around me, why I gotta be nice to the rest? I seen too much shit. People are inherently shitty. I ain’t gonna put on a smile for the world.”

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nicolasdanvers:

“Oh, and how is that something you would prove? I didn’t melt, but I might be waterproof sugar? Right?” Nicolas laughed and graciously accepted the towel that Miles had found, using it to dry his face and then slung it across his shoulders. “That’s great, I love seeing all the flower crowns.  It’s going good.  People seem to love the dunk tank, teenagers showing off, older folks enjoying the idea of dunking the newbie Alpha. But it’s all in good fun and I’m having a blast. Plus it’s for charity which is also a plus.” 

“I’ve heard of that waterproof sugar. All the rage in Europe. And I dunno. But it seems pretty likely you are, Nic.” Miles rocked back on his heels as he watched the pack leader attempt to dry off. The festival needed to plan for the dunk tank better. “It ain’t my first choice, but you know what happened last year. I dunno why it was such a big deal. I liked the face paintin’. My fingers are too big for flower crowns.” He adjusted his own as he looked around at the crowd. As much as he wanted to hate his time in public, the energy was infectious. “The charity makes it worth it. You want me to grab you a beer, boss?”