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tector johnwayne | d2 | cb
Apr 30, 2019 20:07:03 GMT -5
Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Apr 30, 2019 20:07:03 GMT -5
Don't fuck with:
4. Tector Johnwayne's lizard;
3. Tector Johnwayne's head;
2. Tector Johnwayne's little sis;
and 1. god help us all, do. not. fuck with Tector Johnwayne's growhouse.
Long as anyone can remember, Tector's always been a right piece of work. "Nastiest sumbich I ever seen," his Paw said once. (That's his great-grandaddy, not his Grandaddy and not his Pop.) It was a compliment, he thought, five or six though he was at the time. Based on the context, anyhow. He'd just come home sporting a bloody nose and a matched set of blackened eyes, grinnin' ear to ear like he done gone and won the Hunger Games already. Lookin mighty pleased with himself for just having knocked the neighbor kid's lights out, even if the boy were twice as big as him. He had it comin' though, teasing Tex's big ears and muddy last name.
He's always been a bruiser, that one. And scrappy, too. Didja know if you drop your head and charge someone, you'll always put the sucker in the dirt? Nine times outta ten at least, you will. Tex was still shorter'n the chicken coop door back when he figured that trick out. Unstoppable. He sure was a force — then and now. Throws himself headlong and headfirst into whatever trouble comes a knockin'.
Maybe if he'd thought about it long and hard when he were little, he wouldn't be so thoughtless about the way he uses his noggin now.
The mind is a weapon, of course, everyone knows that — it just so happens that in Tector's case, it's a blunt one.
Now, bashing your head against whatever and whoever's threatnin you and yours is a surefire way to stop 'em dead in their tracks, but it isn't for free. You can stop 'em from thrashing you in the short term, but just because it isn't the other fucker beating your brains in doesn't mean they ain't rollin around in your skull. The multi-day fireworks in his head are proof enough for Tex, and of late, they've been longer, sharper, twangier.
He self-medicates somethin serious, and no one around him minds too much - a stoned Tector is a peaceable Tector, after all, and that's better than the rest of the time. He doesn't stop, not for a second — cause if he did, he'd have to admit it, wouldn't he? That he was losing it?
4. Tector Johnwayne's lizard;
3. Tector Johnwayne's head;
2. Tector Johnwayne's little sis;
and 1. god help us all, do. not. fuck with Tector Johnwayne's growhouse.
Long as anyone can remember, Tector's always been a right piece of work. "Nastiest sumbich I ever seen," his Paw said once. (That's his great-grandaddy, not his Grandaddy and not his Pop.) It was a compliment, he thought, five or six though he was at the time. Based on the context, anyhow. He'd just come home sporting a bloody nose and a matched set of blackened eyes, grinnin' ear to ear like he done gone and won the Hunger Games already. Lookin mighty pleased with himself for just having knocked the neighbor kid's lights out, even if the boy were twice as big as him. He had it comin' though, teasing Tex's big ears and muddy last name.
He's always been a bruiser, that one. And scrappy, too. Didja know if you drop your head and charge someone, you'll always put the sucker in the dirt? Nine times outta ten at least, you will. Tex was still shorter'n the chicken coop door back when he figured that trick out. Unstoppable. He sure was a force — then and now. Throws himself headlong and headfirst into whatever trouble comes a knockin'.
Maybe if he'd thought about it long and hard when he were little, he wouldn't be so thoughtless about the way he uses his noggin now.
The mind is a weapon, of course, everyone knows that — it just so happens that in Tector's case, it's a blunt one.
Now, bashing your head against whatever and whoever's threatnin you and yours is a surefire way to stop 'em dead in their tracks, but it isn't for free. You can stop 'em from thrashing you in the short term, but just because it isn't the other fucker beating your brains in doesn't mean they ain't rollin around in your skull. The multi-day fireworks in his head are proof enough for Tex, and of late, they've been longer, sharper, twangier.
He self-medicates somethin serious, and no one around him minds too much - a stoned Tector is a peaceable Tector, after all, and that's better than the rest of the time. He doesn't stop, not for a second — cause if he did, he'd have to admit it, wouldn't he? That he was losing it?
tector algernon johnwayne
18
district 2
18
district 2
