08-11-2018, 11:28 PM
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Broad daylight shone in Maverick's eyes as his brown gaze stared up at the sky, narrowed eyes focused on the clouds. His feet dangled over the side a tall stool outside of the gala. Sighing, his palm reached out towards the sky. "Dearest, why aren't you a beauty today," he echoed softly. His other hand rested on his heart now as he leaned backwards in the chair, almost falling into the void below him, causing him to lean forward and let his wavy black bangs fold into his forehead. Legs kicking back and forth as he sat down, he suddenly leaped up from his chair and kicked it aside in a quick decision to leave the area. He began to roam the tents, getting ready to spew the gossip. After all, today was a big day. Today was the day the others arrived to his domain. Some folks from unnecessary groups, San Creado and the Morgan Heights they were called, were about to appear on his doorstep and demand that he kneeled into their subjection. The Madddened Maverick thought otherwise. After all, he was the Ringmaster for a reason. With a quick whipping into shape, these groups would learn their lesson that they did not run things around these parts. The Beserkers did. Just like he did with his former colleges, they would be taught that frowning upon them and controlling their every move would be their mistake. May they be damned.
For those unfamiliar, Maverick had a despicable distaste for what he'd call 'bullying'. Even the wrong look would set him off, causing him to sporadically grow suspicious of their truest intents. Enemies were all around. Who could he truly trust these days anyways? Now if he couldn't even trust his own former carnies who practically raised him, why would he trust some mere strangers who happened to be apart of his group of misfits? Simply, those 'strangers' only longed for a leader. Someone chaotic and willing to take the next step in the plan... willing to betray at any moment for his own benefit. So how could Maverick trust someone because they leeched off of him? Without him, this group wouldn't survive a day alone. Even so, he was quite talkative to the right people at the right time if they caught him in a polite mindset. Otherwise, things would go downhill.
With fingers tapping on his thighs frantically as he walked, Maverick made his way down the field's overgrowth and came around the tents looking for something to do. While he did have a meeting in mind, he'd figure that checking on things would be better for the time. As he searched, his gaze shifted aperiodically throughout the area with eyes wide and searching every little detail. The leeches (posse) needed his attention... and he needed to know every little about them, but nothing about him.
Someone from the outside may recognize him and his actionsand think he was rather odd, but after all, they were all a little different here. That's what the Berserkers was all about.
Broad daylight shone in Maverick's eyes as his brown gaze stared up at the sky, narrowed eyes focused on the clouds. His feet dangled over the side a tall stool outside of the gala. Sighing, his palm reached out towards the sky. "Dearest, why aren't you a beauty today," he echoed softly. His other hand rested on his heart now as he leaned backwards in the chair, almost falling into the void below him, causing him to lean forward and let his wavy black bangs fold into his forehead. Legs kicking back and forth as he sat down, he suddenly leaped up from his chair and kicked it aside in a quick decision to leave the area. He began to roam the tents, getting ready to spew the gossip. After all, today was a big day. Today was the day the others arrived to his domain. Some folks from unnecessary groups, San Creado and the Morgan Heights they were called, were about to appear on his doorstep and demand that he kneeled into their subjection. The Madddened Maverick thought otherwise. After all, he was the Ringmaster for a reason. With a quick whipping into shape, these groups would learn their lesson that they did not run things around these parts. The Beserkers did. Just like he did with his former colleges, they would be taught that frowning upon them and controlling their every move would be their mistake. May they be damned.
For those unfamiliar, Maverick had a despicable distaste for what he'd call 'bullying'. Even the wrong look would set him off, causing him to sporadically grow suspicious of their truest intents. Enemies were all around. Who could he truly trust these days anyways? Now if he couldn't even trust his own former carnies who practically raised him, why would he trust some mere strangers who happened to be apart of his group of misfits? Simply, those 'strangers' only longed for a leader. Someone chaotic and willing to take the next step in the plan... willing to betray at any moment for his own benefit. So how could Maverick trust someone because they leeched off of him? Without him, this group wouldn't survive a day alone. Even so, he was quite talkative to the right people at the right time if they caught him in a polite mindset. Otherwise, things would go downhill.
With fingers tapping on his thighs frantically as he walked, Maverick made his way down the field's overgrowth and came around the tents looking for something to do. While he did have a meeting in mind, he'd figure that checking on things would be better for the time. As he searched, his gaze shifted aperiodically throughout the area with eyes wide and searching every little detail. The leeches (posse) needed his attention... and he needed to know every little about them, but nothing about him.
Someone from the outside may recognize him and his actionsand think he was rather odd, but after all, they were all a little different here. That's what the Berserkers was all about.
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