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Markus Rathbone
02 September 2010 @ 08:35 pm
Rat has to be reminded that his birthday is coming up, and he's not about to make a big deal about it, even then. Forty-eight is getting a little too close to a number he doesn't want to think about. Fortunately, he's got a lot of other things on his mind, like the construction of the school building that just may be completed as soon as next year, and the community garden that's busier than ever now that fruits and vegetables are coming in like crazy, and the fall scarecrow contest he's getting set up for the end of the month.

He's happy to just spend the day with Harley and April, and have a nice family dinner, and cake.
 
 
Markus Rathbone
31 January 2010 @ 11:47 am
Memeage here!
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Markus Rathbone
30 August 2009 @ 01:12 pm
((Apologies to everyone this is so late. I went out of state, and then came back and got tied up in a professional commission... It's been busy.))

At the end of the long journey through the city, Rat and his companions are thrown through a portal and out. They don't all land in the same place, though. Like a PIN-me machine, the portal seems to have a habit of tossing people right back where they came from. This means Rat lands in an alley, one that's just wide enough to hold a car and maybe get the doors open on one side. On the plus side, his cab is no longer there for him to land on. On the negative side, his cab is no longer there. He lays on the cement with his head whirling and his body aching while bits and pieces of memory float back into place like a jigsaw puzzle doing itself. He remembers his cab being parked here. He was just stepping out for something to eat when sleep came over him like a cold, dark blanket. That memory makes him shudder.
Harley's not here, and neither is Gibbs, and that makes him worry because they're both city people. He worries over that sweet girl, Addy? Victor? She must have come from the Nexus. None of the people he met deserved to be there, and he hopes they've all come through somewhere safe. Then he tries to get up and walk out of the alley, which turns out to be harder than he expected. His ankle won't even hold him, and he feels battered and bruised and chewed on. Some of the deeper bites are starting to bleed again. Within a block, clinging to the walls, a cab comes by and the driver recognizes him.

The phone call comes from the hospital, and it's to Sarah. She's reliable, and the first person who told him the truth, and he's hoping she didn't get caught up in the mess too. He's relieved when she answers, and he's quick to let her know what's happened and who was with him, correctly guessing he might not be the only one in the city abducted. It puts his mind at ease to find out everyone's back, including Harley, and that April was never taken. He's really not interested in having anyone visit him in the hospital, but he trusts her to let anyone who cares know he's back safely. He'll only be in a day or two, and he's just fine spending that time sleeping away on the drugs. It might take him a couple years to pay off the hospital bill, but right now, it seems worth it.

It's a few days later he has a friend drop him off at Shell Beach. The other cabbies are taking pity on him. He's on crutches, both ankles bandaged up, and he's awkwardly carrying some flowers and a balloon. The first place he hobbles for is Harley's. The knock on the door is muffled as he has to juggle everything to do it.
 
 
Current Location: Shell Beach
Current Mood: relievedrelieved
 
 
Markus Rathbone
25 August 2009 @ 09:32 pm
Level 00 Automat
Level 01 Carnival
Level 02 Hospital
Level 03 City
Level 04 Library
Level 05 Subway
Level 06 Road to nowhere
 
 
Markus Rathbone
02 August 2009 @ 10:34 pm
That meme that's going around? Ask me here.
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Markus Rathbone
07 July 2009 @ 08:43 pm
I've given my characters a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my characters questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. So, go ahead and ask what you want. They can't beat around the bush with half-truths.

Feel free to ask questions of any of my characters...
I'm posting this here because I figure it'll be visible to people I play with a lot, but! Char list for the underinformed:
dirk__gently
call_me_rat
t_coleburn
greyedwhite
maylookatkings
librarykeeper
Need to play more than once, what?
flyhighthing
agoodfellow
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Markus Rathbone
05 July 2009 @ 04:53 pm
Rat doesn’t say much as he’s processed out of the prison, but he never does say much, and he’s out early on good behavior. He slouches out of the gate at last, given an almost sympathetic nod by a guard. He’s lost a little weight, and his shoulders hunch.
Brandon is there, waiting, with a cup of coffee and a dozen donuts. “Food can’t’ve been great in there,” he says sympathetically.
Rat’s face lights up a little, then he shakes his head mournfully. “Awful. But some of the guards are okay.” He reaches for a donut.
“I’m still sorry,” he says, letting him have first pick, before leading the way to a battered car.
Rat shrugs and carries the box, devouring a donut before he answers. “Wasn’t your fault. Just my dumb luck.”
Brandon smiles and pats him on the back. “Well, it’s done now. Let’s go home.”
He nods amiably, wolfing down a second donut. “Things at the shop okay?” Then his look turns wary, “Can I get my job back?”
“It’s already taken care of. You start tomorrow.”
He breaks into a relieved grin. “You take good care of me.” Rat reaches over to muss his hair.
Brandon ducks and laughs. “Just trying to return the favor.”
“…Unh? How d’you mean?” A third donut starts to disappear. He really missed food.
He sobers. “You always look out for me, too. Especially when we were kids.”
“Aww…” He looks flattered and embarrassed. “That. No need to go thinking about that.”
He elbows him gently in the side and hands him the coffee. “Hold this while I drive.”
“Sure.” He accepts it and takes a gulp, then falls silent a the car pulls away. He frowns thoughtfully at the open donut box. “I…I was thinking. In there.” He starts slow, used to finding out his thoughts don’t hold much value.
“Dangerous pastime,” he jokes, grinning. “What were you thinking about?” Brandon’s used to his brother not having much thought of value, but he’s too fond of him to dismiss him lightly.
“Are we still…Have you still been…doing side jobs?”
“I have, yeah. They kind of expect you back, too.”
He ducks his head in a nod. “Only…we shouldn’t, you know. Not just because of what the cops say.”
“Why else?” He gives him a sharp look.
Rat looks cowed, although he’s still taller, even when he hunches. “We steal from banks and businessmen and stuff, but that money isn’t really their money, is it?”
“Banks? Guess not.” He looks thoughtful. “Businessmen, it belongs to investors who’re just as rich as they are, so don’t worry about them.”
“But who do the investors get it from?”
“Listen, big guy,” he sighs, “ I get what you’re worried about. I really do. But you and me, we have to look out for ourselves. No one else is going to do it for us.”
“I know we do,” he keeps frowning. “And I know we’re squeezing the guys at the top, but when we do that, don’t they squeeze the people below them, and those people do it to the ones under them, and next thing you know it’s our boss that owns the shop getting’ stuck with the bill? Or somebody like him…”
“That’s enough,” Brandon snaps, “you don’t quit the gang, and that’s all there is to it. So stop thinking.”
“…leave it for the philosophers, hunh?” He smiles weakly, instantly apologetic. “Sorry.”
His expression softens. “It’s okay. I don’t mean to yell. Just…let me handle business, okay.”
Rat gives an amiable nod and starts on another donut. “It was real boring in there.”
“Yeah? I’ll take you to a move. How about that?”
“Yeah, okay. I want popcorn.” He smiles, but in the privacy of his mind, he’s still thinking.
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Markus Rathbone
04 February 2009 @ 12:37 pm
Walk on the beach.
 
 
 
Markus Rathbone
16 December 2008 @ 12:59 pm
Beep beep!

Driving Miss Harley
 
 
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished