Redd Wrench

Senior Mechanic, Crash Track

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

File No. 0345Z

Legal Name: Robert James Watson (pre-war)

Alias: Redd Wrench

Age: 55 years old (July 4th)

Pronouns: he/him

Affiliation: Killjoys

Status: alive

Family: Moira Anne Grey-Watson “Bird Song” (wife, deceased)

Skills: Shooting, advanced mechanics

Languages: English, Spanish

Current Medications: n/a

Physical Description: 6’0”, greying strawberry blond hair, wider build

Location: Crash Track //DO NOT PURSUE//

// Note 5/2/16: Redd Wrench is a killjoy veteran of the analogue wars and should be considered dangerous in that regard. He has since made a name for himself as the senior mechanic at the Crash Track, gaining the protection of various racers and patrons. Pursuing him is considered highly risky due to his volume of allies. //

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Mod info below cut:

Hey guys, it’s Red (the @red-does-stuff one, not the other Red)(Yes I have confused myself making a character with pretty much the same name as me). This account was made on impulse, largely to bully Cosmic Code (hi Max).

I will be doing other rp with him though.

FC and VC is Jim Beaver (yeah, like Bobby from Supernatural)

Feel free to DM me with any ideas for plots, backstories, races, etc. We need some more races in the community /nf

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Memorial has been coming along nicely today.

Remember to keep your loved ones closer than your guns. We never know when the last clap’s gonna finish the applause.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Heya! Im cyber nova! I'm newly on a quest to get into racing and you seem like the guy to talk to :P

A- how does one even get into racing?? 🤔

B- You know where I can get a motorbike for cheap? I do NOT have money :(

- @xxcyb3r-nova-strikes-backxx

Well, ya get into racing by getting a motorcycle, coming down to the crash track, and then driving really fast without crashing.

Bikes for cheap…that’s gonna be a tough one. You may be able to find someone to sponsor a bike for ya, but that first requires a rich enough killjoy and second good enough skill.

Alternative is ya steal a bike off a drac and paint it (so killjoys don’t try and pop yer tires)

@xxcyb3r-nova-strikes-backxx

[xxcyb3r-nova-strikes-backxx]

Well shit! I totally forgot theft was an option XD Thank you!!

Im gonna go rock a drac's shit now I guess, see you at the track!

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Stay safe out there, kiddo.

Ride fast

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Heya! Im cyber nova! I'm newly on a quest to get into racing and you seem like the guy to talk to :P

A- how does one even get into racing?? 🤔

B- You know where I can get a motorbike for cheap? I do NOT have money :(

- @xxcyb3r-nova-strikes-backxx

Well, ya get into racing by getting a motorcycle, coming down to the crash track, and then driving really fast without crashing.

Bikes for cheap…that’s gonna be a tough one. You may be able to find someone to sponsor a bike for ya, but that first requires a rich enough killjoy and second good enough skill.

Alternative is ya steal a bike off a drac and paint it (so killjoys don’t try and pop yer tires)

@xxcyb3r-nova-strikes-backxx

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Here’s an old world holiday for ya:

Before all this BLind stuff, we had a day called Memorial Day. We’d pay homage to those who lost their lives fighting for freedom.

If we were using the old world calendar, Memorial Day would be next Monday.

So, on that day, there’s gonna be space at the track for memorials to lost killjoys. Lost friends. Lost loves. Lost family. Once nightfall comes there’ll be a motorcade to the mailbox.

So, no big race that day. But this will be much better.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Took too long fer me to learn that my radio’s mic was broken. What the fuck.

Testing testing…let’s hope this thing works.

[hollow-point-killjoy]

Sounds like it’s working to me.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Thank goodness. Speaker works too!

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Took too long fer me to learn that my radio’s mic was broken. What the fuck.

Testing testing…let’s hope this thing works.

[detective-woods]

Excellent! It seems you have fixed it.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Ah, good!

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Took too long fer me to learn that my radio’s mic was broken. What the fuck.

Testing testing…let’s hope this thing works.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

In case yall haven’t seen the posters around the track, this Saturday, is Crash Night! That’s right folks, the biggest stunt race in the zones is right around the corner! For anyone unfamiliar with the rules, each stunt gets your time reduced depending on skill.

Entry fees are doubled, but includes a complimentary bike check done by our fine mechanics after the race.

Also, while you’re making your calendars up (if ya care for em), the track is hosting its 12th annual Halloween party, Halloween night.

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.

[c0smic-c0de]

I can try.

(He gets it open fairly easily, then clumsily climbs into the bed and wait for Rocket to get close enough for him to help them in. It fights to keep its eyes open)

I'm ready.

[rocket-fire]

*They push themself up from their good leg, babying the injured one. They’re still dizzy, and as Redd moves them, they rely as much on the help that they can.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He carefully helps pull them into the truck bed, and once they're both settled he lays down on his back)

..... Maybe Redd'll have some painkillers for you? We could watch a movie too, if I can find something that plays tapes. ... I only have Jurassic Park though.

[rocket-fire]

*Their leg screams in pain as they sit down, but there only a wince and a gasp through gritted teeth as a reaction.*

He does. Usually…at least.

[c0smic-c0de]

Sorry..

(He frowns, closing his eyes and soaking up the sunshine. It's only for a little bit..)

That's good, least.

[rocket-fire]

*they lean back and close their eyes.*

Yeah…

[c0smic-c0de]

(He goes quiet, tired out from running and from withdrawals he's been trying to hide)

[rocket-fire]

*they don’t really say anything, visibly tired. It’s a good ten minutes from the track at this point.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He manages to fall asleep, the sun already starting to burn at his face and arm—neither of which have fully healed from last time)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

*Redd lets the time pass, focused only on getting back to the track. He’d also need to let people know that someone got picked on by dracs after leaving the track’s sight.*

*He flags down someone for help as he gets out of the truck.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(It starts to wake up when the truck stops moving, its face and other spots of exposed skin stinging. He scoots to sit by Rocket, feeling a little fuzzy)

We're back.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yep.

*He looks to Rocket.*

We’re gonna get that leg checked over, okay. Disco here’s gonna get that checked out.

*He helps them out of the van.*

[rocket-fire]

Okay…

*They hobble over to with Disco Fever, the on site medic, disappearing into a tent.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He tries to follow, but he's unsteady on his feet. It's still not used to missing its arm.. and the scars feel a little sunburnt too)

Is.. are they okay?

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I’m sure they’ll be.

[c0smic-c0de]

I hope so. ..... do you still have that sunburn stuff? 'M sorry..

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I do.

…you need to be more careful.

[c0smic-c0de]

I'm sorry... I wasn't trying to..

(He frowns, refusing to look at Redd)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

You need to try not to.

You’re gonna end up hurting yourself beyond repair. Medication can only help so much.

[c0smic-c0de]

I wasn't trying to get sunburnt... but it's hard. If I could make it stop I would..

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Wear long sleeves. Go outside less. Try and find some sunscreen. There are things you can do.

[c0smic-c0de]

(He huffs, trying not to be angry that Redd doesn't seem to understand. The withdrawals keep ruining his progress.. and it can't make those go away)

I'm trying. You don't get it..

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Try harder.

It’s possible to get out of it.

But I’ve also lost people to this type of thing, kid. Don’t make me lose another.

…

Salve’s where it was last time, you know where to find it.

*He walks off towards the garage to find something—anything—to fix.*

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.

[c0smic-c0de]

I can try.

(He gets it open fairly easily, then clumsily climbs into the bed and wait for Rocket to get close enough for him to help them in. It fights to keep its eyes open)

I'm ready.

[rocket-fire]

*They push themself up from their good leg, babying the injured one. They’re still dizzy, and as Redd moves them, they rely as much on the help that they can.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He carefully helps pull them into the truck bed, and once they're both settled he lays down on his back)

..... Maybe Redd'll have some painkillers for you? We could watch a movie too, if I can find something that plays tapes. ... I only have Jurassic Park though.

[rocket-fire]

*Their leg screams in pain as they sit down, but there only a wince and a gasp through gritted teeth as a reaction.*

He does. Usually…at least.

[c0smic-c0de]

Sorry..

(He frowns, closing his eyes and soaking up the sunshine. It's only for a little bit..)

That's good, least.

[rocket-fire]

*they lean back and close their eyes.*

Yeah…

[c0smic-c0de]

(He goes quiet, tired out from running and from withdrawals he's been trying to hide)

[rocket-fire]

*they don’t really say anything, visibly tired. It’s a good ten minutes from the track at this point.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He manages to fall asleep, the sun already starting to burn at his face and arm—neither of which have fully healed from last time)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

*Redd lets the time pass, focused only on getting back to the track. He’d also need to let people know that someone got picked on by dracs after leaving the track’s sight.*

*He flags down someone for help as he gets out of the truck.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(It starts to wake up when the truck stops moving, its face and other spots of exposed skin stinging. He scoots to sit by Rocket, feeling a little fuzzy)

We're back.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yep.

*He looks to Rocket.*

We’re gonna get that leg checked over, okay. Disco here’s gonna get that checked out.

*He helps them out of the van.*

[rocket-fire]

Okay…

*They hobble over to with Disco Fever, the on site medic, disappearing into a tent.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He tries to follow, but he's unsteady on his feet. It's still not used to missing its arm.. and the scars feel a little sunburnt too)

Is.. are they okay?

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I’m sure they’ll be.

[c0smic-c0de]

I hope so. ..... do you still have that sunburn stuff? 'M sorry..

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I do.

…you need to be more careful.

[c0smic-c0de]

I'm sorry... I wasn't trying to..

(He frowns, refusing to look at Redd)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

You need to try not to.

You’re gonna end up hurting yourself beyond repair. Medication can only help so much.

[c0smic-c0de]

I wasn't trying to get sunburnt... but it's hard. If I could make it stop I would..

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Wear long sleeves. Go outside less. Try and find some sunscreen. There are things you can do.

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.

[c0smic-c0de]

I can try.

(He gets it open fairly easily, then clumsily climbs into the bed and wait for Rocket to get close enough for him to help them in. It fights to keep its eyes open)

I'm ready.

[rocket-fire]

*They push themself up from their good leg, babying the injured one. They’re still dizzy, and as Redd moves them, they rely as much on the help that they can.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He carefully helps pull them into the truck bed, and once they're both settled he lays down on his back)

..... Maybe Redd'll have some painkillers for you? We could watch a movie too, if I can find something that plays tapes. ... I only have Jurassic Park though.

[rocket-fire]

*Their leg screams in pain as they sit down, but there only a wince and a gasp through gritted teeth as a reaction.*

He does. Usually…at least.

[c0smic-c0de]

Sorry..

(He frowns, closing his eyes and soaking up the sunshine. It's only for a little bit..)

That's good, least.

[rocket-fire]

*they lean back and close their eyes.*

Yeah…

[c0smic-c0de]

(He goes quiet, tired out from running and from withdrawals he's been trying to hide)

[rocket-fire]

*they don’t really say anything, visibly tired. It’s a good ten minutes from the track at this point.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He manages to fall asleep, the sun already starting to burn at his face and arm—neither of which have fully healed from last time)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

*Redd lets the time pass, focused only on getting back to the track. He’d also need to let people know that someone got picked on by dracs after leaving the track’s sight.*

*He flags down someone for help as he gets out of the truck.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(It starts to wake up when the truck stops moving, its face and other spots of exposed skin stinging. He scoots to sit by Rocket, feeling a little fuzzy)

We're back.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yep.

*He looks to Rocket.*

We’re gonna get that leg checked over, okay. Disco here’s gonna get that checked out.

*He helps them out of the van.*

[rocket-fire]

Okay…

*They hobble over to with Disco Fever, the on site medic, disappearing into a tent.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He tries to follow, but he's unsteady on his feet. It's still not used to missing its arm.. and the scars feel a little sunburnt too)

Is.. are they okay?

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I’m sure they’ll be.

[c0smic-c0de]

I hope so. ..... do you still have that sunburn stuff? 'M sorry..

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I do.

…you need to be more careful.

[c0smic-c0de]

I'm sorry... I wasn't trying to..

(He frowns, refusing to look at Redd)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

You need to try not to.

You’re gonna end up hurting yourself beyond repair. Medication can only help so much.

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.

[c0smic-c0de]

I can try.

(He gets it open fairly easily, then clumsily climbs into the bed and wait for Rocket to get close enough for him to help them in. It fights to keep its eyes open)

I'm ready.

[rocket-fire]

*They push themself up from their good leg, babying the injured one. They’re still dizzy, and as Redd moves them, they rely as much on the help that they can.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He carefully helps pull them into the truck bed, and once they're both settled he lays down on his back)

..... Maybe Redd'll have some painkillers for you? We could watch a movie too, if I can find something that plays tapes. ... I only have Jurassic Park though.

[rocket-fire]

*Their leg screams in pain as they sit down, but there only a wince and a gasp through gritted teeth as a reaction.*

He does. Usually…at least.

[c0smic-c0de]

Sorry..

(He frowns, closing his eyes and soaking up the sunshine. It's only for a little bit..)

That's good, least.

[rocket-fire]

*they lean back and close their eyes.*

Yeah…

[c0smic-c0de]

(He goes quiet, tired out from running and from withdrawals he's been trying to hide)

[rocket-fire]

*they don’t really say anything, visibly tired. It’s a good ten minutes from the track at this point.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He manages to fall asleep, the sun already starting to burn at his face and arm—neither of which have fully healed from last time)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

*Redd lets the time pass, focused only on getting back to the track. He’d also need to let people know that someone got picked on by dracs after leaving the track’s sight.*

*He flags down someone for help as he gets out of the truck.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(It starts to wake up when the truck stops moving, its face and other spots of exposed skin stinging. He scoots to sit by Rocket, feeling a little fuzzy)

We're back.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yep.

*He looks to Rocket.*

We’re gonna get that leg checked over, okay. Disco here’s gonna get that checked out.

*He helps them out of the van.*

[rocket-fire]

Okay…

*They hobble over to with Disco Fever, the on site medic, disappearing into a tent.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He tries to follow, but he's unsteady on his feet. It's still not used to missing its arm.. and the scars feel a little sunburnt too)

Is.. are they okay?

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I’m sure they’ll be.

[c0smic-c0de]

I hope so. ..... do you still have that sunburn stuff? 'M sorry..

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I do.

…you need to be more careful.

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.

[c0smic-c0de]

I can try.

(He gets it open fairly easily, then clumsily climbs into the bed and wait for Rocket to get close enough for him to help them in. It fights to keep its eyes open)

I'm ready.

[rocket-fire]

*They push themself up from their good leg, babying the injured one. They’re still dizzy, and as Redd moves them, they rely as much on the help that they can.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He carefully helps pull them into the truck bed, and once they're both settled he lays down on his back)

..... Maybe Redd'll have some painkillers for you? We could watch a movie too, if I can find something that plays tapes. ... I only have Jurassic Park though.

[rocket-fire]

*Their leg screams in pain as they sit down, but there only a wince and a gasp through gritted teeth as a reaction.*

He does. Usually…at least.

[c0smic-c0de]

Sorry..

(He frowns, closing his eyes and soaking up the sunshine. It's only for a little bit..)

That's good, least.

[rocket-fire]

*they lean back and close their eyes.*

Yeah…

[c0smic-c0de]

(He goes quiet, tired out from running and from withdrawals he's been trying to hide)

[rocket-fire]

*they don’t really say anything, visibly tired. It’s a good ten minutes from the track at this point.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He manages to fall asleep, the sun already starting to burn at his face and arm—neither of which have fully healed from last time)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

*Redd lets the time pass, focused only on getting back to the track. He’d also need to let people know that someone got picked on by dracs after leaving the track’s sight.*

*He flags down someone for help as he gets out of the truck.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(It starts to wake up when the truck stops moving, its face and other spots of exposed skin stinging. He scoots to sit by Rocket, feeling a little fuzzy)

We're back.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yep.

*He looks to Rocket.*

We’re gonna get that leg checked over, okay. Disco here’s gonna get that checked out.

*He helps them out of the van.*

[rocket-fire]

Okay…

*They hobble over to with Disco Fever, the on site medic, disappearing into a tent.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He tries to follow, but he's unsteady on his feet. It's still not used to missing its arm.. and the scars feel a little sunburnt too)

Is.. are they okay?

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

I’m sure they’ll be.

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.

[c0smic-c0de]

I can try.

(He gets it open fairly easily, then clumsily climbs into the bed and wait for Rocket to get close enough for him to help them in. It fights to keep its eyes open)

I'm ready.

[rocket-fire]

*They push themself up from their good leg, babying the injured one. They’re still dizzy, and as Redd moves them, they rely as much on the help that they can.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He carefully helps pull them into the truck bed, and once they're both settled he lays down on his back)

..... Maybe Redd'll have some painkillers for you? We could watch a movie too, if I can find something that plays tapes. ... I only have Jurassic Park though.

[rocket-fire]

*Their leg screams in pain as they sit down, but there only a wince and a gasp through gritted teeth as a reaction.*

He does. Usually…at least.

[c0smic-c0de]

Sorry..

(He frowns, closing his eyes and soaking up the sunshine. It's only for a little bit..)

That's good, least.

[rocket-fire]

*they lean back and close their eyes.*

Yeah…

[c0smic-c0de]

(He goes quiet, tired out from running and from withdrawals he's been trying to hide)

[rocket-fire]

*they don’t really say anything, visibly tired. It’s a good ten minutes from the track at this point.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He manages to fall asleep, the sun already starting to burn at his face and arm—neither of which have fully healed from last time)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

*Redd lets the time pass, focused only on getting back to the track. He’d also need to let people know that someone got picked on by dracs after leaving the track’s sight.*

*He flags down someone for help as he gets out of the truck.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(It starts to wake up when the truck stops moving, its face and other spots of exposed skin stinging. He scoots to sit by Rocket, feeling a little fuzzy)

We're back.

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yep.

*He looks to Rocket.*

We’re gonna get that leg checked over, okay. Disco here’s gonna get that checked out.

*He helps them out of the van.*

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.

[c0smic-c0de]

I can try.

(He gets it open fairly easily, then clumsily climbs into the bed and wait for Rocket to get close enough for him to help them in. It fights to keep its eyes open)

I'm ready.

[rocket-fire]

*They push themself up from their good leg, babying the injured one. They’re still dizzy, and as Redd moves them, they rely as much on the help that they can.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He carefully helps pull them into the truck bed, and once they're both settled he lays down on his back)

..... Maybe Redd'll have some painkillers for you? We could watch a movie too, if I can find something that plays tapes. ... I only have Jurassic Park though.

[rocket-fire]

*Their leg screams in pain as they sit down, but there only a wince and a gasp through gritted teeth as a reaction.*

He does. Usually…at least.

[c0smic-c0de]

Sorry..

(He frowns, closing his eyes and soaking up the sunshine. It's only for a little bit..)

That's good, least.

[rocket-fire]

*they lean back and close their eyes.*

Yeah…

[c0smic-c0de]

(He goes quiet, tired out from running and from withdrawals he's been trying to hide)

[rocket-fire]

*they don’t really say anything, visibly tired. It’s a good ten minutes from the track at this point.*

[c0smic-c0de]

(He manages to fall asleep, the sun already starting to burn at his face and arm—neither of which have fully healed from last time)

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

*Redd lets the time pass, focused only on getting back to the track. He’d also need to let people know that someone got picked on by dracs after leaving the track’s sight.*

*He flags down someone for help as he gets out of the truck.*

[rocket-fire]

Agh…

Help

[redd-wrench-kjrp]

Yeah, can you open the bed and then help them in? I’ll walk them over.