Posts by BATTERYCHICKEN

✘ Normally, Battery would have just walked past. He wasn't really used to talking to children, and was a little uncomfortable at the prospect of having a conversation with one. However, when he heard King and Pentious complaining at the kid about one thing or another, he decided to step over to join them. Ears pricking in in interest, he was impressed that the kid was trying to make something. He wasn't too sure, but it sounded like she was trying to make a blade of some sorts.

"Hey, nice work, kid," Battery complimented, his tail wagging slightly. "You're clever. Where did you learn to do all this?" His words were sincere, as he really didn't have any experience with working with metal. He owned a couple of small daggers himself from trades, but he rarely used them. Scissors were a tool that he got most use out of - he used them constantly in the greenhouse.

✘ Running across the beach was something that Battery actually enjoyed doing. The wet sand at the foot of the waves was flat and smooth to run across, with no roots or rabbit holes in the ground to fall into. As he ran, his paws splashed up water onto his underbelly, making him slightly wet. Battery hated swimming, and anything to do with submerging himself in water, so he could just about tolerate his underbelly getting splashed with water.

The wolf ran over to the group, but skidded to a halt when Elizabeth decided she'd head into the ocean. No, not for him. Looking over the waves, he stopped to watch, panting from the exertion. "Could not be me, I'd rather stick to chasing birds," Battery said, with a chuckle, watching Elizabeth and Anfisa head towards the waves.

✘ Padding into one of the parlours, Battery splayed himself across the floor instead of taking to one of the chairs. Confusion was evident on his expression. He'd heard this meeting was 'important', but Dee seemed to be delivering it. He contemplated not going, assuming it would be something about the Host Division, but decided to go along at the end to the promise of 'something important'.

The relationship between Dee and Asimov was something that he was greatly disapproving of. Ever since Dee had knocked on his door past midnight, begging Battery for some company and cursing Asimov. What for? He still had no idea. Usually he didn't involve himself in petty domestic drama like this, but he immediately felt invested because it was Dee, an odd sort of protectiveness festered within him. That wasn't to say that Battery wasn't friends with Asimov, but he certainly wasn't a fan of his promiscuity.

Not being the overly observant type, he hadn't noticed Dee's good mood as of late. Nor had he noticed the excitement that seemed to surround the canine. He had no idea what was going on, and looked up at Dee where he was sat on the floor about a metre away. Seeing Dee feeding Asimov like a fucking baby was enough to make some sort of rotten bitterness well up in the depths of his chest, and he had to look away. His feelings of protectiveness had surely morphed into something much uglier - visceral jealousy. Ugh, watching the two was torturous.

✘ Midnight really wasn't too late for Battery, who sometimes had a habit of wondering around the mansion and the surrounding at odd hours of the day. Usually, it was drug induced, but tonight he was only a little drunk, having sobered up by chugging a canteen of water about an hour ago.

Getting hungry, he had decided to go down to the kitchen to fix himself some grub, but made a detour to the ballroom when he heard voices. Oh, what was this for? Moving closer to the table, he snatched a cookie from the pile, eating it messily, spreading crumbs across the floor. It seemed like an odd sort of time to have a social gathering, but it didn't bother Battery. Confused for a minute, looking around at everyone, he finally remembered that Lily had been given a task by Dee, something along the lines of an 'insomnia party'.

✘ Paws shuffling as he waited for Dee to make the announcement, his already gloomy expression morphed into a deeply sour grimace. This was it? The Capo had called a meeting, for what? So that everyone knew that Asimov had decided to stop whoring himself out for once? Battery wanted to tell himself that he didn’t care, that it was none of his business, and that it didn’t effect him. However, as soon as Dee has finished speaking, he couldn’t help the ugly surge of frustration and annoyance that came from deep within him.

He had urged Dee to stay away from Asimov. Fuck, Dee was twice his age and obviously didn’t have to do anything he suggested, but hells, Battery was still not pleased to hear this. Asimov had already said he was trying to settle down with Hyperdrive as his girlfriend not too long ago. Battery was convinced that Dee was going to get his heart broken, and he didn’t want to see that. Or have Dee knocking on his door at three in the morning again.

Looking up at Dee, he frowned, not uttering any congratulations. Because, hells, it already took him restraint not to make a smarmy or sarcastic comment. Instead, he didn’t say anything at all. His pointed and frustrated gaze, as well as the subtle tensing of his jaw, all spoke for itself. Dee has made it clear that this meeting was over, and he let out a little growl as he heaved himself onto his paws and made his way to the door.

✘ Eating messily was something that he never noticed he did. Along with the drooling, he never really noticed these things. To him, it didn't matter, but as he looked around at others' disapproving gazes he realised that maybe it wasn't a very popular habit. As Lily swept the crumbs off of the floor, he hummed appreciatively, licking a tongue over his maw spreading bits of food over his mouth. Still hungry, he leant forward to snatch another cookie into his mouth.

Devouring it sloppily, he continued to drop food all over the floor. "Huh? I don't understand-" Battery said in between mouthfuls, pausing his eating to chew loudly. "-What's so bad about a little mess."

✘ Raw meat and eggs were foods that Battery had always consumed. He didn't eat it very often anymore, simply because Dee always had something cooked up for them if they wanted it. Still, he had grown up on a diet of carrion. The tough, decomposing meat that he scavenged as a youngster. Though it may disgust others, he didn't find any problem with eating such things. Scrape off the bits with maggots on, and yum, you've got yourself a meal.

Occasionally he'd stolen eggs from a bird's nest, as it made a nice change. Chuckling at Dee, he said, "You've never eaten raw egg before?" He was rather surprised too, as hey, he thought it was something everyone did. His face did crease a little bit in confusion when he realised that Celeste had eaten all of the shell too, as he usually spat half of it out. "Don't be ridiculous, she won't get sick. Think of it this way, it's building up her immune system," Battery chuckled, moving to swipe his tail along Dee's side, in a small show of affection.

Turning to Celeste, he eyed the stolen carton of eggs with wide yellow eyes. Come to think of it, he hadn't eaten anything all day, and he was beginning to feel the familiar pangs of hunger. Tail beginning to wag, he said, "Give me an egg. I'm hungry."

✘ It wasn't a secret that Battery didn't really care for food. He ate because he had to. As a youngster he had grown up on a diet of scavenged meat, tearing at the rotting flesh of leftover carcasses. He still rather enjoyed carrion, the food was familiar and comforting to him. Whatever food Asimov had been listing of went straight over his head. He had no idea what the fuck seared duck was, or caviar, or cheesecake. He knew what a hotdog was, at least, but didn't have a clue what relish could be.

"I dunno, whatever Dee is cooking," Battery said, dumbly, shrugging his shoulders. His diet was slowly changing, going from eating whatever meat or fish he caught, to taking some of what Dee had been cooking. He wasn't fussy, and would eat just about anything. He did like fish, but he already had numerous jars of pickled fish in his room, so he didn't mention it.

✘ Though Battery was indifferent to many things, and had simply learnt to adapt, one of the things he was very particular about was his room and his nest. Despite the fact that he was always mucky and dirty from working in the greenhouse, he always made sure to scrape off the drying mud on his coat before he stepped into his room. His room was surprisingly clean, the shelves neatly arranged but very full, his room smelling of old must. In the corner was his nest, no proper bed, but a mess of blankets and pillows shoved into the corner which he curled up on when he finally decided to catch some shut eye. Or, when he passed out from drinking too much.

Watching King drop the blankets at Wavepool's door, his eyes widened in interest. Though he didn't know King very well, the last thing he had expecting him to do was gift so many blankets to the nesting female. Whether he made them himself, or traded them, either a lot of time or money had gone into getting these blankets for the nurse. Whatever it took for Wavepool and Penny to stop stealing everyones shit, he guessed. "Where did you get all these from?" Battery inquired, ears pricked in interest.

✘ Avoiding too much sun was something that Battery actually cared to do. The mud on his pelt served a purpose - it shielded him from the harmful sun-rays. On particularly sunny days he purposely covered his snout in mud, as hell, he didn't want to deal with blistering sunburn anytime soon. It wasn't pretty looking, but when had Battery cared about that?

Fortunately, his own healing wounds were still wrapped in bandages, protecting him from the sun. When he saw the state of Pastel's wounds, however, he shook his head in dismay. That burn looked painful, to say the least. Coming to stand by Dee, his eyes darted over the sun burns from her exposed scars. "Ouch, those are some nasty burns you've got there," Battery said, with a frown. "We've gotten a decent amount of aloe vera from the Ruins, that'll soothe you. Can you walk to the infirmary?"

✘ An announcement about personal affairs was something that annoyed Battery, so much so when he heard about another meeting he almost didn't go. That was, until a letter was shoved under his door that assured it would be about associates and sale figures. That, he could do. As the Narcotics Capo he was on the frontline of the Cartel business, organising most of the trade the business engaged in.

Sprawled out on the floor, he listened to what Asimov had to say. At the mention of alcohol and cigarette sales, he groaned quietly to himself. Alcohol and cigarettes had always been their two most popular products. Hand rolling hundreds of cigarettes was torturous, but it was a job that had to be done. "Gotcha," He said, tapping his paw against the floor. As for associates, he didn't have much to say. There wasn't any particular associate that he thought was particularly poor, so he didn't say anything about that.

✘ In some sort of miracle Dee had actually managed to convince Battery to half submerge himself in water. There he stood, tail tucked in between his legs, in a pleasantly warm bath. He looked so utterly uncomfortable, his lip curled in a slight snarl, and his ears pinned back. He'd only been lured to stand in the bathtub with the promise of a warm brownie and ice cream later.

Dee was probably the only one who he trusted with showing such a vulnerable part of himself to. He had actually hopped into the bath with him after a while of convincing, albeit begrudgingly. He didn't really know what compelled him to do it. It wasn't really the brownie, as he knew he could still get some of Dee if he asked nicely. Part of him wanted to see what bathing was actually like after not washing for so long. Another part of him longed to please Dee. At first, he had stayed frozen in the water, unsure of what to do with himself. The water was deep enough to cover his belly, which had caused him let out a long and frustrated whine, frowning at Dee to show him how much he hated this. As the water began to splash around him, his breathing began to grow shallow and fast, his eyes beginning to dart around the room in panic.

"I don't like it, I don't like it," Battery whined, long and pitiful, his ears flat back against his skull. In alarm, he moved closer towards Dee, aiming to plaster his side against the other canine's, seeking out physical contact in his fright. Seeking the older Capo like a frightened pup would cling to his mother, he shivered a little, despite the warm temperatures of the water. "Can we hurry this up?"

// Dee.  

✘ "Genetically superior. Of course," Battery deadpanned, showing his clear disapproval of that statement. He guessed that Asimov was quite fertile, but even so, he had such a large quantity of children. They kept on popping up out of nowhere. At least he remembered Shirley, who he had quite liked. Turning to the child, his tail wagging slightly, he grinned at her.

"Hey kid," Battery greeted, spit drooling out of his mouth as he smiled. "What have you been up to? I like your glasses, too."

✘ Battery laughed at King's joke, his lips drawing up and exposing his teeth as he chuckled. Was it meant to be a joke? He couldn't tell. Sure, it was a little crass and rude, but Battery had never had much taste in humour. Moving to stand beside Dee, he fixed this new ambassador with a friendly grin, spit drooling out of his mouth and splattering down himself.

"Are you here to trade?" Battery asked, his nose flicking in the direction of the basket. Sure, it was common practice for allies to give gift baskets, but he just wanted to make sure. After all, he always had stock to trade.

✘ For once in his life, Battery didn't take a glass of drink. He'd rather lay across the floor, with his head propped up on his paws. Looking up at Asimov, he listened as he began the meeting. He was right, their activity and business had been great this week. As the bottle of champagne was cracked open and flew right by his head, he caught the cork with his paw. Absentmindedly, he fiddled with it as he continued to listen to the rest of the meeting.

At the talk of ambassadors, his head lifted up, his ears pricked. "Should I still visit Ivoria?" Battery asked, his head tilted to the side. Though they had now agreed a ceasefire with the Ruins, he still wanted to double check with Asimov before journeying over there. He didn’t know what his current policy on the group was.

There was lots of people to fill ranks, and he grinned at all the well deserved promotions. At the mention of his and Dee’s name, he grinned, nodding his thanks to the Godfather.

✘ Breakfast hadn't really been a concept to Battery before he had joined the Cartel. Even now, he rarely ate anything before noon. He woke up, drank some water, and started work in the greenhouse. When he had been scavenging as a child, eating one main meal a day of filling protein was enough to sustain him. Scheduled eating was something that he had adopted here, as he ate whenever Dee had prepared a meal. He much preferred it that way too, as he was obsessive over schedule and routine.

Dee was right in both aspects. Though Battery did have working tastebuds, he really didn't care about what he ate, and would eat just about anything. Whether it be cold, mouldy, covered in maggots, he'd still eat it. Scrape off the colonies on it, and it was ready to eat. To Battery food is food, nothing more to it. That being said, he definitely had his eyes on the sausage that Dee had cooked up. Whatever these overly sweet things that Dee had cooked up - the crepes and french toast - didn't appeal to the Capo. What was even the point in it? Compared to meat it had no sustenance.

Having received the invite before, he actually turned up for the breakfast. Despite liking to stick to his routine, he could spare an hour, just to see Dee. Besides, he wanted the sausage. Making his way over to the table, he grabbed a few sausages in his mouth. Instead of sitting at the table, he took his sausages over to the floor right next to the table, placing them on the floor as he began to eat sloppily. Within seconds the floor beneath him began to mottle with spit and pieces of chewed up sausage. He didn't opt out of taking a chair at the table to save others from his rather disgusting eating habits, no, he just didn't like sitting on chairs. "'Fanks Dee," Battery said, with food still in his mouth, as he shot the other Capo with a grin. "The sausage is good."

✘ Looking over at King, he rolled his eyes at the comparison. Though he did laugh, loud and sharp, exposing all of his teeth. King's outlandish and crude comments amused him, more that anything. Nodding a small thanks to Cairo, he turned back to the soldato. "I'm dropping crumbs on the floor. Not committing aggravated assault," Battery laughed, his lip curling in a sneer.

Nodding his snout at King's cup of tea, he asked, snidely, "You gonna finish that, or what?" It was almost a dare for King to start a fight with him. Not like Battery would win, or anything, but he felt confident enough that King wouldn't actually dare to throw tea at him over a few crumbs.

✘ Despite enjoying learning and knowledge, Battery didn't really read many books. They required too much concentration, and he often found himself having to re-read a section of the book because he had zoned out completely. His attention span wasn't very good, an itch at the back of his head always pulling him to get back to work, drink some alcohol or use up his vast stash of drugs. That, and also the fact that he wasn't a very strong reader. He was literate, but only just. Reading just took too long, and was too hard, he'd rather someone else explain the concept to him.

Despite occasionally reading non-fiction books, Battery didn't think he'd ever read fantasy. It was just that - fantasy. He read to absorb knowledge, not to hear something that was completely made up. Battery didn't have much in terms of an imagination. "Why would she fall in love with someone who was sent to kill her? Is she a masochist, or something?" Battery commented, cynical as ever. Romance and relationships was never something he had much of an understanding of. Though he did flash a smile at Raven, not surprised that she was another of Asimov's children. Whether biological or not, he didn't know.

✘ "Breakout was called Darren?" Battery interjected, his eyes a little wide, a grin plastered on his face. It was no secret that him and the former Godfather hadn't got on in the slightest. Hearing that his name was actually Darren was enough to let a small chuckle. Despite Lily's reassurance, he still didn't stand anywhere near the cliffs. But he did step over to join the group. He had been listening in as he passed, and had eventually decided to join in the conversation.

Looking out at the sea for a minute, thinking to himself, before deciding to answer the questions put forward in the group. He didn't think he'd really reveal much about himself by answering them, but he did so anyway. "I'm Batterychicken. Or just Bat." He began, as he only had one name, like Lily. "I'm here for the drugs... My hobbies are taking drugs. I'm just so diverse," He laughed, after he realised that there was only one thing in life he was truly interested in. Oh, how depressing.