Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20180607164633/@comment-25686329-20180608043037

((Would it help if we tagged our locations for ease of knowing who's where? Regardless, I'll bring in Punky and Kennedy shortly.))

Somebody had once told King Jackson that in most places, a one-eyed man looked like easy prey. They used those words.

'Out here a one-eyed man looks like easy prey'. Simple. Clean. And, if you asked King, completely and totally eroneous. That's why he loved that saying so much. He couldn't for the life of him remember who threw that his way (more than likely someone he duelled, like, immediately after), but he'd carried it with him.

If a one-eyed man looked like easy prey (whatever that meant, he assumed something about fighting?), he was gonna be the one that didn't. He was going to be the exception to the rule. He was going to be the absolute madman who looked like hard-prey. Who looked like predator.

Actually, ew, gross, that didn't sound right.

He mostly just meant that he was in his element at parties.

That was the simplest way to say that.

He was...good at parties and in fights and at talking. Usually the first one facilitated the other two.

It was time to make friends and enemies, and there was no better person to start either of those than Lively. He knew her by name, face, but not personally, and as such he non-threateningly dropped into a seat, the other side of the couch, cocked his head, smiled, and said "Howdy."