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Post by brokenbox on Feb 6, 2011 16:13:54 GMT -8
"Yeah, of course I want to!"
June was quite unprepared to be grabbed by the arm and dragged down the hallway. Though, he didn't mind.
Upon entering a majestic stone hall, June was awed by his surroundings. This place sure was big! The long haired doll looked around a bit before turning to face the back of 24's head.
"So, why did you join the Racketeers? Got any special abilities?"
June pondered for a moment. Good question. Why did he?
"I suppose I like the idea of an organized society," he responded after a moment of thinking, "I can also make and fix clothes."
He took note that maroon colored doll was still holding onto his elbow, but said nothing.
"So," he began hesitantly, "why did you join the Racketeers?"
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 8, 2011 17:30:12 GMT -8
"Ah, yes, you were sewing when we first met, weren't you?" he recalled, picturing the dusty decaying shop where their paths crossed. As for June's former reason, well, that was why the Racketeers were formed after all. They were finally bringing order the ever chaotic world of the Stitchpunks, gathering the artificial beings into a society as an alternative to the constantly fighting, survival of the fittest environment.
Gold feet clacking on the hard floor, 24 steered the pair down the right side of a fork in the hall; he didn't glance back at the left turn, where a rotting human body lay in a huddled mass, half buried under rubble. "Me? I joined out of boredom, a maybe protection. I can't have dirty fighting ruining my beautiful fabric, now, can I?" He let a hand brush a patch on his right leg, a scar from a run-in with a machine.
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Post by snorlaxpunk on Feb 8, 2011 17:39:56 GMT -8
(Mind if I join?)
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 11, 2011 14:25:18 GMT -8
(I don't mind! Though, I'm not sure about Dewy. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, though. '3' )
"Ah, yes, you were sewing when we first met, weren't you?"
June nodded a little. His thoughts wondered to that day he had met 24, in that fabric shoppe. It was a nice place. It had everything he needed to do his trade. He had a good feeling that he'd be visiting the place quite often!
The black haired doll was brought out of his thoughts by the clacking of 24's golden feet against the tiled floor. There was a fork road. To the left, there was a decaying human body crushed by a pile of ruble.
"Me? I joined out of boredom, a maybe protection. I can't have dirty fighting ruining my beautiful fabric, now, can I?"
June noticed 24 brush the patch on his right leg. He frowned at the ugly sight. Yes, he was right. 24's fabric is beautiful.
"Silk is very hard to fix when there is a tare," June commented quietly. The urge to ask how he had gotten the patch on his leg, but he restrained himself from doing so. It was rude to be nosy.
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 11, 2011 19:27:35 GMT -8
I never mind Jump in whenever you want to Caught between laughing and making a 'well duh' sound at June's comment about silk, an odd sort of cough came out of his mouth. Clearing his throat, 24 said neutrally, "How true, my friend." He noticed June staring blatantly at the lavender patch, obviously itching to ask the question. Perhaps he was too polite, in which case 24 would have to tell him, or else it would hang in the air like a hot air balloon about to crash, slowly but heavily. "A Seamstress tried to get me." He answered the unasked question with a matter-of-factly voice, gesturing casually to the patch. "It was soon after I woke up, and I hated the sight so much I vowed never to get in a fight again. And look at me now, not even a chip on the foot." 24 admired his good as new feet, neatly engraved with a '2' on the right and '4' on the left, forming his name and number.
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Post by snorlaxpunk on Feb 11, 2011 20:13:34 GMT -8
Malik was laying down next to the large bag that held his inventory. He was looking up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought, before footsteps coming from down the hall interrupted his train of though. Though the one-armed stitchpunk was a bit annoyed, he did not show it on his face. Malik stood up with a sigh just as the clock struck once again, the sound being something he had grown used to after only a couple days of being a Racketeer. He had been sitting near the dead body, and was now approaching the other two stitchpunks
Malik hesitated for a moment, since the two seemed to be having a conversation, but he didn't want to be rude by not saying anything. Making friends pays out in the long run... he reminded himself before continuing.
"Hello," he said politely with a rather awkward wave. Malik always had trouble talking to people outside of his trade.
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 12, 2011 12:48:58 GMT -8
"How true, my friend," 24 replied. June tore his eyes away from the patch on his leg. It was rude to stare, and he staring.
"A Seamstress tried to get me," the other Racketeer replied while gesturing casually to the patch, "It was soon after I woke up, and I hated the sight so much I vowed never to get in a fight again. And look at me now, not even a chip on the foot."
June blinked. Oh! He nodded and smiled. He knew about Seamstresses. He had to escape from one with his brother. The slightly older doll had managed to get himself tangled with the machine, and June had to distract the thing from sewing the loud stitchpunk all the way. His brother had just managed to free himself when the wretched thing noticed. June was quite frightened.
"My brother and I had an encounter with a Seamstress once," he replied after a moment of hesitation, "we barely managed to get away."
"Hello," an awkward yet polite voice called out, which seemed to spook June, whom had jumped slightly at the voice.
He turned his head to face the speaker, and what's this? Another Racketeer? The doll stood in a slight slouch, and had a black cloak with white stripes on it. But what really caught his attention was the missing left arm. He blinked once, and then twice before tearing his gaze away from it and the stare at the stitchpunk.
"Hello," he replied back, shyly. June wasn't sure how stitchpunks were in the Clocktower, so it was best if he didn't sound too bold.
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 12, 2011 18:29:37 GMT -8
He was about to reply with a half sardonic "Really?" when a voice behind the pair called out a greeting. June practically leaped out of his fabric, while 24 turned to face the doll. He wasn't surprised because, well, there were other stitchpunks residing in the Clocktower, so it wasn't unusual to encounter them. However, 24 failed to recognize the one that stood before them, in all its one armed glory.
Blowing a kiss with a quick wink, he said, "Well, what have we here? Don't be shy, go on and introduce yourself." Placing his hands on his hips, 24 waited with an expectant expression.
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Post by snorlaxpunk on Feb 12, 2011 22:37:12 GMT -8
Malik paused for a moment as he took in the two stitchpunks standing in front of him. They both looked unique in comparison to the average stitchpunk. He noticed that the one with 'hair' had stared at his missing arm for a moment, but decided not to bring it up. "Well, what have we here? Don't be shy, go on and introduce yourself." said the slightly bigger of the two rather boldly.
Malik paused again before holding out his hand for them to shake in a polite greeting. "You can call me Malik, I'm a trader for the Racketeers," replied the one-armed stitchpunk in a polite tone. He wanted to make his first impression with the pair be a pleasant one. "Now who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" Malik asked, his eyes looking between the two of them curiously.
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 14, 2011 14:20:25 GMT -8
The other Racketeer winked a blew a kiss at the newcomer, before saying:
"Well, what have we here? Don't be shy, go on and introduce yourself."
Twenty-four placed his hands on his hips, and waited for an answer. Which startled June a bit. Twenty-four was so straight forward and a bit bold with everyone! The Tailor turned back to the one armed doll.
"You can call me Malik, I'm a trader for the Racketeers," he replied politely.
His voice was pleasant, and June couldn't help but to smile a little. He liked 'Malik.' He was polite, seemed well-mannered, unlike some other ragdoll he had met recently, before joining the Racketeers.
"Now who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
He seemed quite curious as he shifted his eyes between the two other males.
"My name is June," the black haired doll replied, politely, but a little meekly, "I specialize in tailoring."
He placed his hands behind his back and entwined his fingers.
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 15, 2011 15:29:34 GMT -8
"That's an interesting name." 24 was still always intrigued by those who had names instead of, or perhaps in addition to, numbers, and wondered what possessed them to choose another title. Did they just become tired of their numbers, or maybe they felt their numbers didn't represent them well? Either way, the maroon stitchpunk gave his own number, making him the only one out of the three to do so.
"So is this a full introduction then, with everyone giving their name and occupation?" He said jokingly with a small grin. "Well then, I'm 24 and I'm an interrogator." That was one, nicer way of putting it. Seeing as June put his arms behind his back, ignoring the handshake Malik offered from his one good hand, 24 stepped forward and shook it, gently but firmly. "So, do you often hang around the decaying bodies of humans?"
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Post by snorlaxpunk on Feb 15, 2011 15:59:27 GMT -8
Malik was glad to be in the presence of other Racketeers, considering that most people often resented their cause. He thought it was understandable, since Racketeers weren't the most noble group, but at least they were trying to organize things. The Saviors and Rogues only wanted conflict, which showed no signs of ending anytime soon, and not to mention the threat of the machines looming over everyone in the Emptiness.
"My name is June, I specialize in tailoring." said the black-haired doll a little meekly, ignoring Malik's handshake in the process. He didn't mind, since the gesture was sometimes lost to other stitchpunks anyway.
"That's an interesting name." said the bigger of the two before introducing himself as 24 and firmly shaking his hand. Malik was rather fond of his name, it had a nice and almost foreign ring to it. "So, do you often hang around the decaying bodies of humans?"
Malik gave a friendly chuckle and glanced nonchalantly at the decaying human corpse. "Keeps people away from the merchandise," he said before glancing at the large bag near the corpse. Thankfully, it had remained untouched during the conversation. Malik may of believed in the Racketeers' cause, but that didn't mean he trusted the members.
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 17, 2011 18:51:53 GMT -8
June stood quietly as Malik and Twenty-four exchanged words.
"Keeps people away from the merchandise," the Merchant said, tossing a glance at the rotting corpse and then bag near it.
June couldn't help but to turn his head to look at the decaying body, and then at the bag. He looked at the ground, before taking a good look at the other bodies. He'd never really had a good look at them. Most of the time he had been hiding from danger in a small threshold until his brother would come back from his explorations. Occasionally he'd have to move to another location, but this was to be done quickly as possible.
So, June never stopped to look at things. Not that he did not want to, it was just, he didn't want to risk to be attacked. He turned back to Malik.
"What kind of merchandise do you carry with you?" he asked, keeping his tone of voice soft and polite.
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 18, 2011 15:27:15 GMT -8
Raising a stitched eyebrow, 24 glanced back at the bag situated near the mass of rotting flesh. "I'm sure that's not the only thing it keeps people away from," he muttered, curling a lip at the disgusting sight. Even with his rather sadistic personality, setting up camp near a decomposing carcass was a little too foul for him.
June asked the merchant something, but 24 was too busy narrowing his optics and folding his arms uncomfortably to notice. The Racketeer frowned, wondering just what kind of a person Malik was to so casually be near such a perverted sight. But maybe he was judging too quickly; perhaps Malik just wasn't bothered by some things that freaked out other stitchpunks. Still, he wasn't sure if he would want to be alone in the same room with Malik until he learned more about the merchant.
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Post by snorlaxpunk on Feb 18, 2011 15:49:12 GMT -8
"What kind of merchandise do you carry with you?" asked the tailor, his tone soft and polite. Malik thought for a moment, his optics closing slightly as he mentally went through his inventory. "Well, I carry around a bit of everything...some stitchpunks like stuff that others would consider junk," he explained before casually leaning his hand on the cleaver at his waist.
Malik was watching 24 out of the corner of his optics, who seem to be lost in thought. He supposed that him hanging around a dead body was a bit questionable, but they really didn't bother him. He had never seen a live human before, so it's not like he had any emotional attachment to them.
"So how did you two join the Racketeers?" asked Malik, trying to make small talk.
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