[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Washouts [Thunder]
Jul 14, 2020 22:36:06 GMT -5
Post by Thundercloud on Jul 14, 2020 22:36:06 GMT -5
Thundercloud curled his lip at the question, his head rolling along with his optics as he let out a derisive huff, not quite a laugh but close. So, what, they were just gonna talk-shop now? Pretend like they were just trying to get to know the new guy on the block? Yeah, okay. If Windshield wanted to pretend like they didn't have beef, like it wasn't already too late to make friendly introductions, fine. Thunder would humor him, just to see where things went, just to sate his own curiosity. It wasn't like he could tell what the other mech had gotten put away for just by looking at him, though Thundercloud strongly suggested it was for a violent offense, something involving drugs or low-level organized crime. He just had that sort of look about him, the bottom-feeding skeevy sort of low-life who did all kinds of sketchy shit until karma finally caught up with him.
Rolling his shoulders, Thundercloud took a moment to shake his arms loose, just to casually signal his full intent to throw down at a moment's notice, if/when things came to blows.
"Eh, you know how it is. Took a job, shit went south. Got involved in a lot more than I signed up for."
Rolling his shoulders, Thundercloud took a moment to shake his arms loose, just to casually signal his full intent to throw down at a moment's notice, if/when things came to blows.
"Eh, you know how it is. Took a job, shit went south. Got involved in a lot more than I signed up for."
He kept things deliberately vague, partly just to be obstinate, mostly because he didn't feel like sharing private information with a guy he didn't trust to spit on him if he was on fire. Only a few folks had ever earned the right to unlock Thunder's Tragic Backstory ⟨™⟩ and there was no chance in hell that the POS in front of him was ever gonna be included in that number.
Still, he supposed he could give the guy a little more info, something to pique his interest just so Thundercloud could deny him the satisfaction of having any conclusive answers.
"It's kinda funny, in a "fuck you" kinda way. I got put away for killin' a guy on accident, an' then they let me out so I can kill folks on purpose. Ain't that some shit?"
He used to be bitter about it, it used to burn him up inside and make him wanna put his fist through a skull or, failing that, a wall, but time had dulled the insult to the point where he could see the humor in it, get some dark amusement from the irony.