alya grinned, bouncing on her heels. “good! i’m pretty good at reading people. i’m alya, by the way, so you don’t just know me as the weird girl who yelled at you.” when he said he hadn’t seen it, her expression dimmed. “i’d really appreciate you helping. my camera is kind of my life, y'know?” then she straightened, giving him a stern look. “but no intimidation. yet. i’m intimidating enough either way. if anything we should do good cop bad cop. i’d be the bad cop.”
“alya, nice name. never heard it before, i’ll definitely remember it. everyone calls me bamm bamm. old nickname, just stuck.” bamm bamm never realized how ridiculous his name sounded until he had to introduce himself to someone he didn’t grow up with. “are you a photographer or something?” he asked, still keeping a lookout for the bag. “don’t take this the wrong way, but i don’t think you can pull off bad cop. i mean look at you, c’mon, pretty girl? not scary at all.”
bruised and bloody, fresh from a fight with some jackass at the park, bamm found himself at blaire’s doorstep -- black eye already forming, silently hoping the cut on his brow wouldn’t need stitches. he almost felt bad for showing up, debating whether to walk off after he knocked, but then she answered. “hey. i uh -- didn’t know where else to go. my mom said she’d kill me if i came home looking like this again.” he admitted, hanging his head shamefully. he didn’t like blaire seeing him like this either. “you got any bandaids?” @sweetbcby
“hey!” alya yelled out, trying to catch bamm bamm’s attention. “you look like a respectable citizen. a nice guy who does his job, or something. a guy who doesn’t lie. right? please say yes. have you seen this?” she held up her phone, a picture of a black bag on it. “i lost my camera. somewhere around here. well, i didn’t lose it - i’m pretty sure it was taken. after i forgot to bring the bag it’s in with me. this bag.”
turning around when he heard someone call for him, bamm bamm’s brow immediately furrowed. it wasn’t until she showed the picture on her phone that he even understood what was happening. “uh -- i’m a pretty crappy liar, so yeah, you’re right.” he mumbled, trying to think if he’d seen the bag or not. “i haven’t seen it, sorry. want me to help you look for it? i can be pretty intimidating when i want to be, if we find whoever took it.”
“Other than wound his ego? I didn’t do anything.” Rose retorted, wincing slightly. It’d been a day since the incident but it definitely still hurt a bit. “It’s not as bad as it looks. It’ll heal in a couple days.” She assured him. Rolling her eyes, shaking her head at the boy. “B, I’m fine. You already know that I’d do more damage to him than you could.”
“c’mon, y’know guys can’t handle that stuff. we’re fragile. not that that’s a reason to hit a girl, that’s not what i’m saying. wow, i’m digging myself into a hole. shutting up now.” he laughed, hanging his head in shame. he talked himself into trouble sometimes, thankfully rose knew him better than anyone and never judged him too harshly when he stuck his foot in his mouth. “still feel like kicking his ass over it. it’s kinda my job. i’m not black belt level, like the karate queen herself, but i can do some damage with the right motivation.”
the concern on his face began to fade once he realized he had jumped to conclusions about the other. he seemed HESITANT to give up some of his food, a momentary debate ensuing in his mind whether to revert to his usual protectiveness of his belongings and become offended at the mere thought of sharing or to actually be nice for once. with a heavy sigh, he pushed one of the plates his direction, “ alright, FINE, go ahead. but if anyone asks, I finished them all myself, okay? “
bamm bamm’s face lit up like a christmas tree when the ambitious pancake king offered to share his pile of syrupy deliciousness. he loved food, especially free food, and he wasted no time grabbing a fork and shoving a piece into his mouth.” “what?” he spoke, mid-chew. “oh, yeah. sure, dude. whatever. you ate ‘em all yourself. new record. why are you doing this again?”
wow i love you guys too much already, it’s a problem. i’m currently working on replies but also thinking about another character?? i lack chill. but i’m also a bad at making decisions. i like cartoons too much tbh. SO. hmu with suggestions okay. fcs you wanna see? chars you want?? shows that need more love??? give me them all thanks
lips curled into a wolfish sense of snark, doing his damned best to refrain from rolling his eyes. hey, the kid was being nice. but if he had to hear about the whole generation gap every other day, well; he’d likely lose it. “yes, i’m old,” slade sneered in ample, back handed retort, “it’s not the fact that new technology is crap. not at all.” his tone hardly raised from the collected octave it had been before, straightening out the paper to browse at just how shitty the world had become since they let an over ripe orange into office.
even the cheeriest of old men turned into super grumps when it came to technology. something about being confused and behind the curve got them all insecure and snippy, bamm bamm dealt with it enough at home to know better than to take it personally. “yeah man, it kinda blows.” he agreed with a shrug, it was easier to agree than try to argue with people his age. “you a scientist or something? maybe you can make something that actually works.”
hello lovers. because i’m so HYPE about this rp, i actually made a connection page. there’s not a lot on it...i’m not clever, BUT the few things i worked out with peeps i put on it, as well as some general ideas~
i’m open to ANY AND ALL connections tho so like, don’t think this list is all i’m up for. also my stuff isn’t even showing up in tags yet?? so i’m talking into the void. whaddup.
It was early for the bar to be open. It actually would only official open a few hours from then, but Bennie was already there. If he had stayed home any longer, he probably would hurt his brothers -more than the usual play fights- and, to be honest, the food was better at the bar. So he was sitting on top of the bar counter, with a mug full of coffee and a piece of pizza in hands, when he heard the bell coming from the door, a clearly sing that the door had been opened. –”We’re closed. Come back in two hours if you want to get drunk.”– said before even look at the pearson.
“getting drunk in the middle of the day isn’t my style, rowdy.” he snapped, his typically friendly demeanor drastically shifting when he realized who’s voice it was. there wasn’t a person in the world who pissed him off quite like bennie. “i just need to take a leak. i’ll be gone in three minutes. don’t talk to me.”
“i love my job— i do.” rose started, lifted a hand to rest her head against. “— and beginners are usually so excited to start, it’s cute. but there’s always that one kid who thinks karate is all about the violence. hence the black eye i’m sporting.” she sighed, running her hand through her hair before returning it to the side of her face. “i don’t make a habit of talking ill of teenagers just trying to get their start in martial arts but this punk really socked me in the fucking face.”
“shit, ro. you sure you didn’t do something to piss the kid off? this looks rough.” he was nearly wincing himself as he moved his face closer to hers, further inspecting the sizable bruising around her eye. it didn’t look good, and he wasn’t shy about admitting that. “they were looking to do some damage. damn. need me to kiss it better or teach ‘em a lesson for you?” he knew she didn’t, but would he be bamm bamm if he didn’t offer to fight in her honor?
look up the definition of reserved and private, and you’d surely find a picture of slade wilson. he was incorrigible, sarcastic, and likely irritating to anyone who spent five seconds in his metaphorical cloud of doom that surrounded him on a daily basis. so it was likely a step out of character for him to speak up, perusing through the newspaper on the public park bench, the words rolling casually off his tongue, “soon newspapers might as well not even exist. all this technology, you can’t even apply for a job without having an email. it’s interesting.” boring could be more like it, yet as a medically discharged veteran all he could do was complain about even the most ridiculous of things.
“if you need help making an email account i can show you how. my dad doesn’t get computers either. i’m used to helping people from, uh, your generation. sir.” the guy was kind of scary, he looked like he’d been to prison once or four times, so bamm bamm tacked on the term of respect, to save his own ass more than anything. ”they’re real easy once you get the hang of ‘em.”
alone at a table big enough for four people, rigby sat in the local diner with several half-full plates of pancakes in front of him. he was working diligently on finishing one of them, eating at a much FASTER than average pace and taking sips of what was his fourth cup of coffee between bites. it shouldn’t have been surprising that people were looking at him like he was insane, but he, being recently unemployed with an abundance of free time, no one telling him what to do, and little to no self control, thought it was a brilliant idea. looking up from his food for the first time in a long time, rigby locked eyes with one of the gawkers. “don’t give me that LOOK,” he snapped at them before continuing to explain himself, “I’m practicing for the world record. I bet you won’t be so JUDGMENTAL when I’m a famous pancake eater.”
“judgmental?” his voice jumped in pitch as he repeated the single word, shocked by the accusation. bamm bamm didn’t have a judgmental bone in his body -- uneducated, clueless, and occasionally conservative, but never judgmental. “i’m not judging you, man. those pancakes just look good. like..really good. and you’ve got a ton. i was wondering if you were gonna finish all of ‘em. cause i’m hungry.”
hello friends i’m AUTUMN and i’m gonna be playing the icon himself, bamm bamm rubble. cue rambling under the cut
( *✧ brandon flynn, he/him ) — that was BARNABUS "BAMM-BAMM" RUBBLE, the twenty year old stone mason that’s loyal & strong, but also wild & destructive. in another dimension, he was known as Bamm-Bamm from The Flintstones.
his name is still bamm bamm like, why am i the most extra. well technically his name is barnabus, but nah bamm bamm forever that’s just what he goes by.
he was adopted when he was a toddler by barney and betty rubble, and he really doesn’t remember anything before them. he was one of those kids that didn’t even know he was adopted until he was older and he was like ... oh. but he doesn’t have any desire to find his real parents like, he doesn’t care about them. barney and betty 4lyfe.
he was a hyper child like TOO hyper. he was always running around and breaking things and just being wild as hell. tbh he needed to be on a leash. his parents couldnt look away without him getting into some mess. he’d go play and come back covered in mud, ruin his clothes, hit everything?? like bamm bamm...relax bro.
his parents had him playing every sport they could hoping it’d tire him out and he’d have a good place to use all that energy. hallelujah because it worked. he’s particularly fond of baseball because he can use a bat. BAMM BAMM. bamm bamm out of the park, bamm bamm swinging a bat in the house, bamm bamm causing a ruckus. you get it.
he suffers from adhd, but as long as he takes his medication it’s all good. he used to be bad about taking it when he was a teenager, because he didn’t like the fact that he needed to be medicated and honestly sometimes he’d just forget, but he’s an adult now so he’s not as bad.
he was the baseball KING in high school. ugh he swings that bat like a dream, bamm bamm gets it done. and he’s a PITCHER. A PITCHER WHO CAN HIT. AMAZING. but bamm bamm is also a dumm dumm, and always struggled to get the grades he needed to actually keep playing. you know life for the jocks, the coaches talked his teachers into giving him a few extra points here and there so he could keep playing, but that doesn’t fly in college so..rip.
he wants to get into the minor leagues and he could’ve right out of high school, but his parents are like get an education! we never got one, you need one! and he’s a good boy so he listened but now he regrets it cause he wasn’t even in college long enough to PLAY college ball. tragic.
i’m talking so much about baseball can i actually not. his dad, good ole barney, is a quarryman. like..his literal job on the flintstones just without riding dinosaurs to do it. bammy worked alongside him during high school when he could, and he just naturally followed in his footsteps. the Rubbles are a hard working good with their hands kind of people.
he’s friendly..generally, but he can also butt heads with people. like snobby people? not a fan. guys trying to come at him? he’s like come at me bro. i might look scrawny but i can ROUGH YOU UP. bamm bamm is tough tough.
um..you know he’s a fcking caveman like. a LITERAL CAVEMAN. he means well and he’s genuinely a good guy okay, but he gets confused about things. like he’s misogynistic without realizing it...he just recently found out ‘get back in the kitchen’ jokes aren’t funny. he’s like a dog, he’ll do/say something dumb but as long as you call him out on it and explain to him he’s being ignorant and a JACKASS he’ll learn and do better next time.
he always has a baseball bat with him like. it’s not normal. it’s like his security blanket. bamm bamm’s best friend is his wooden louisville slugger. he just carries it, rests it on his shoulder.
bammy and relationships are...interesting. he’s good in the beginning, solid for the first 3 months or so, you know the honeymoon phase. he’ll buy his lady flowers, he’ll do the stay up all night on facetime thing, but once they’re together for awhile and it’s on the brink of becoming ‘serious’ he’s like how do i do this. what is this love you speak of? he a mess
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