voice testing.

[byanyname]

I'd say this is pretty unusual. One minute I'm kicking around the old distillery, the next I'm... wherever you said this place is. Where'd you say, again?

None of my business. Right.

Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered by all of this attention, but don't you got other things you should be doing? If you're as busy as you say you are, you oughtta get to work. Time waits for no man. Or woman. Whatever it is they say.

Besides, you don't need to worry about me; I ain't a difficult customer. I can keep myself plenty entertained. Might even turn a quick profit, I find the way in. And don't I always?

I've got a knack for survival, after all.

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[remained]

Knack for survival, [ Richard repeats, clearing his throat. ]

Find it— hard to argue.

[byanyname]

[Aw, Christ, this guy.

Mickey just smiles.] What can I say? I'm very persuasive, ehhheh.

You don't do so bad, yourself.


((ooc: sorry for the multi-edits, erk.))

[remained]

[ A beat passes before he speaks up again — he sees the opportunity for a joke, something about having lost a bit of himself along the way, but isn't quite sure how to phrase it. ]

Suppose.

[ Another pause. ]

Going somewhere?

[ ooc | don't worry about it! i'm just delighted to see a mickey around. ]

[byanyname]

We'll see.

[He may be used to dealing with short fuses and inscrutable fronts, but Mickey has a hard time figuring out Harrow. And after their last encounter, he has a hard time keeping his nerves quiet. The guy's a freak, and Mickey can't tell whether he even thinks like a normal person, or what the hell it is goes on in his head.]

I mean, I don't got any plans yet, but I only just got here. I'll find something to do with myself.


((merci! and am happy to find so many boardwalk folks hanging about. and aw, richard. :D i apologize for mickey's attitude, though you know mickey never will, stubborn little shit that he is.))

[remained]

[ Whether or not it's what Harrow's expecting to hear, his expression doesn't change (it rarely does), though he does bob his head in a stilted sort of nod. ]

You're not— nervous?

[ By and large a useless sort of question — men in their line of work get used to life-endangering situations if not necessarily Lovecraftian horrors or anything of the sort — but he seems to take it as some sort of conversational meter. ]

[ ooc | and that's exactly why we love him. c: ]

[byanyname]

I got the nerves of a steel rhinoceros, ehhheh.

[More like he just doesn't think about the future any further than he can see it. So long as he has control of the immediate situation, everything seems secure enough, and every threat can be dealt with. It's focusing on the unknown - Richard Harrow included - that scares the shit out of Mickey, and he'd just as soon leave it be.

And, all right, he'll ask a question. Curiosity killed the cat, but what cat could resist poking around?]

What about you? You look like you been doin' all right. I mean, you're still in one, eh... the pieces you were in last time we saw each other.

[dowhatisays]

[Oh jesus fucking... of all the people.]

Who the fuck let yous in here?

[byanyname]

Door was open, I let myself in.

I thought this was a free country. Or, ahh, whatever you wanna call this place.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah and you're a real fucking follower of the US constitution, right?

Ain't seen yous round here before. Nucky let yous outta that fucking warehouse for once?

[byanyname]

Sure, I'm Mr. By-the-Book. Life, liberty, and domestic tranquility for all, ehheh.

Nucky ain't got nothin' to do with it. I'm just looking around. You want to run an operation, you gotta keep your ears open. You know what I mean. [A smile, playing nice because that's what you do - or it's what Mickey does. Or usually tries to do.]

Thought I'd explore some new territory.

[dowhatisays]

Well good fucking luck in this place, pal. You end up getting landed in a place even got real fucking money or booze and then you gotta deal with getting fucked around with every third fucking day.

[Not that Charlie's bitter. That would be ridiculous.]

[byanyname]

Sounds like a real riot. What'd you do, fall into a nightmare?

[dowhatisays]

Just abouts. Sos I'd keep your weaselly fucking head downs if I were yous. If your real lucky maybe you'll get left the fuck alone.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Generally, I've found that this is one of those situations where you shouldn't be flattered by the attention.

[byanyname]

Me, I'll take what I can get.

Don't tell me you've had a bad experience. With a face like yours?

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Depends of your definition of trouble; but the way I see it, I've had plenty, and you'll probably have some, too.

[byanyname]

Where trouble goes, fortune follows. Besides, what's life without a little excitement, am I right? [Mickey shifts from one foot to the other, giving an unsteady laugh. He'd rather not have trouble, but if it comes, he'll make it through.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Sometimes that's true. Other times you get stuck in a place with no money. That puts a damper on the fortune-seeking.

[Three guesses as to whether that applies to this guy.]

[byanyname]

That's a real sad case. Guess it gives plenty of time to smell the flowers.

oh my gatos, yes.

[makingastatement]

Sure you do. And so do rats.

allllllllllllllllllllllll. :D

[byanyname]

Looks like the whole gang's here, ehheh. [It isn't the worst thing in the world. Better the devil you know, right?] I've been missing out.

[He doesn't mention the rat business. It's just the kid having fun, or whatever passes for fun in Chicago. Fuckin' loon.]

[makingastatement]

Yeah, it's a real tragedy.

This place will keep you on your toes provided you don't get written off or nothin'.

[byanyname]

What can I say? I'm the life of the party.

There anything particular I should look out for?

[makingastatement]

I could tell you, but that'd be robbing you of some excellent survival experience.

[byanyname]

You're about as kind as they come. All right.

You wanna tell me how's business, or are we just gonna converse about the weather?