JUNKRAT ☠ (Jamison Fawkes) (
steeltraps) wrote in
genessia2018-03-23 01:59 pm
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001 ☠ Only 2 things matter in life, Money and EXPLOSIVES
A. [video] Blame Game.
[The video is blurred as the phone is flipped from backwards to forwards facing and then there's the briefest visual of Junkrat's face. Aaand...then it's just one eye as he peers closely into exactly where the camera is on the phone. He's not quite registered that he's turned it on yet] Somebody wanna tell me how to get this bloomin thing to turn o- hAHA, lookit that there it goes.
Gotta say, for a bunch'a rotten kidnappers I appreciate the dough. [he flashes his money momentarily, before glancing away from the camera to stuff it back into his pockets, muttering to himself.]
Oi, Roadhog! If you can see this you better get in touch with me, this is totally your fault somehow ain't it?
B. [action] Those Explosives I mentioned.
[some time after his glorious phone post Junkrat has wandered away from the bay, lugging his riptire rather securely strapped to his back as you do with his frag launcher looped in a comfortable spot at his hip. He certainly is a sight to those who pass by, being dressed like some sort of trash hobo and looking like he's seen more than his fair share of explosions.
Speaking of... Junkrat's currently tossing one of his orbs normally shoved into his frag launcher as he hobbles along, mostly out of boredom. It's unclear what happens next but as the ball fumbles out of his grip, Junrat gasps and shrinks away from the certain explosion about to happen once the ball hits the ground -- until it doesn't. Junkrat's face falls in agitation -- hey that's supposed to make a pretty big boom okay? -- and he limps over to pick it up.
Until it explodes basically in his face, but luckily it bursts forth into something more akin to fireworks rather than anything destructive. This time. Junkrat stares for a moment, dumbfounded as he glances to the other faces of people who look like they are now worried for their (and his) safety.]
Ahahaha [The laughter melts into a peel of giggles as he claps a hand over his mouth.] Guess I wasn't really expectin' that. What an explosion!
C. Wildcard!
[nothing else fits? Shoot me something else. Running into him in the street? Butt dial his phone? I'm down, hit me.]
[The video is blurred as the phone is flipped from backwards to forwards facing and then there's the briefest visual of Junkrat's face. Aaand...then it's just one eye as he peers closely into exactly where the camera is on the phone. He's not quite registered that he's turned it on yet] Somebody wanna tell me how to get this bloomin thing to turn o- hAHA, lookit that there it goes.
Gotta say, for a bunch'a rotten kidnappers I appreciate the dough. [he flashes his money momentarily, before glancing away from the camera to stuff it back into his pockets, muttering to himself.]
Oi, Roadhog! If you can see this you better get in touch with me, this is totally your fault somehow ain't it?
B. [action] Those Explosives I mentioned.
[some time after his glorious phone post Junkrat has wandered away from the bay, lugging his riptire rather securely strapped to his back as you do with his frag launcher looped in a comfortable spot at his hip. He certainly is a sight to those who pass by, being dressed like some sort of trash hobo and looking like he's seen more than his fair share of explosions.
Speaking of... Junkrat's currently tossing one of his orbs normally shoved into his frag launcher as he hobbles along, mostly out of boredom. It's unclear what happens next but as the ball fumbles out of his grip, Junrat gasps and shrinks away from the certain explosion about to happen once the ball hits the ground -- until it doesn't. Junkrat's face falls in agitation -- hey that's supposed to make a pretty big boom okay? -- and he limps over to pick it up.
Until it explodes basically in his face, but luckily it bursts forth into something more akin to fireworks rather than anything destructive. This time. Junkrat stares for a moment, dumbfounded as he glances to the other faces of people who look like they are now worried for their (and his) safety.]
Ahahaha [The laughter melts into a peel of giggles as he claps a hand over his mouth.] Guess I wasn't really expectin' that. What an explosion!
C. Wildcard!
[nothing else fits? Shoot me something else. Running into him in the street? Butt dial his phone? I'm down, hit me.]

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