It takes all of ten minutes for Dodger to make himself comfortable in the bar. Outwardly, there's no sign that being in Hell affects him. Honestly, he's a bit underwhelmed. He'd expected... more, from the descriptions he'd been given. Feels a bit like a slap on the wrist, especially with free drinks involved. So he'll be found lounging in the corner, chain-smoking and kicking back shots of whiskey.
It is Hell, though, so he figures no one will mind a bit of mischief. How many times can he play Highway to Hell on the jukebox before someone catches on?
Stand Your Ground II
Dodger isn't really one for movies; sure, he likes them, but they're not something he really gets into on his own. More of a group activity. What he can get behind, though, is the arcade. He's taken an interest in the zombie-shooting game - mostly because the gun is much easier to get his head around than the buttons on other machines. He's actually doing amazingly at it, and it doesn't seem like he's blinked since he started.
If no one stops him, though, this game is going to be occupied all night.
Reach Up High I
Dodger honestly doesn't even try to get out of the room. He gets the concept, from the beginning; it isn't the first time he's been trapped for compliance. If there's anything that really gets a reaction from him, it's seeing his list of sins... there's a cock of his brow as he watches the list appear and grow longer, and longer, and longer... his head turns to watch it trail off of the table. Then, with a contemplative sigh, he takes a knife and turns it over idly in his hand.
"Are we drawing straws, or do you want to get carved first?"
There's something unnervingly calm about his approach; he's used to this sort of thing, and that much is obvious from every aspect of his body language.
Reach Up High II
"...No."
Dodger leans back in his chair, cocking his head to the side as his eyes dart around the room, trying to decide exactly where he should focus to address the disembodied voice. That's really all he has to say on the matter; his fears and memories are private, valuable information and they're staying that way.
After a moment, though, his eyes slide over to size up his companion... more than anything, to gauge if they're going to join in his strike or cave first.
Follow Me Down I
It's no surprise whatsoever that Dodger gets his hands on Frenzy the moment he learns about it. Not sleeping makes it pretty easy to work for his next hit, but the side effects are a killer... he can barely focus any time someone walks too close, holding back the urge to feel them up. For now he's positioned himself behind the club's bar, to at least give himself a barrier and keep his head clear. Which, unfortunately, means that anyone not using a coaster is getting bitched at.
"Hey." He calls someone's attention, leaning close enough to smell the smoke, gasoline and alcohol in his breath. "I'm losing my fucking mind back here. You wanna waste a couple minutes on the stage?"
Misc
[Feel free to throw random starters at me - Dodger is not very friendly but I am! Click here for some general information about Dodger and catch-all warnings because he is a... particularly trigger-heavy character.]
Dodger | Original Character | OTA (cw for drugs, violence and Dodger being a creep.)
It takes all of ten minutes for Dodger to make himself comfortable in the bar. Outwardly, there's no sign that being in Hell affects him. Honestly, he's a bit underwhelmed. He'd expected... more, from the descriptions he'd been given. Feels a bit like a slap on the wrist, especially with free drinks involved. So he'll be found lounging in the corner, chain-smoking and kicking back shots of whiskey.
It is Hell, though, so he figures no one will mind a bit of mischief. How many times can he play Highway to Hell on the jukebox before someone catches on?
Stand Your Ground II
Dodger isn't really one for movies; sure, he likes them, but they're not something he really gets into on his own. More of a group activity. What he can get behind, though, is the arcade. He's taken an interest in the zombie-shooting game - mostly because the gun is much easier to get his head around than the buttons on other machines. He's actually doing amazingly at it, and it doesn't seem like he's blinked since he started.
If no one stops him, though, this game is going to be occupied all night.
Reach Up High I
Dodger honestly doesn't even try to get out of the room. He gets the concept, from the beginning; it isn't the first time he's been trapped for compliance. If there's anything that really gets a reaction from him, it's seeing his list of sins... there's a cock of his brow as he watches the list appear and grow longer, and longer, and longer... his head turns to watch it trail off of the table. Then, with a contemplative sigh, he takes a knife and turns it over idly in his hand.
"Are we drawing straws, or do you want to get carved first?"
There's something unnervingly calm about his approach; he's used to this sort of thing, and that much is obvious from every aspect of his body language.
Reach Up High II
"...No."
Dodger leans back in his chair, cocking his head to the side as his eyes dart around the room, trying to decide exactly where he should focus to address the disembodied voice. That's really all he has to say on the matter; his fears and memories are private, valuable information and they're staying that way.
After a moment, though, his eyes slide over to size up his companion... more than anything, to gauge if they're going to join in his strike or cave first.
Follow Me Down I
It's no surprise whatsoever that Dodger gets his hands on Frenzy the moment he learns about it. Not sleeping makes it pretty easy to work for his next hit, but the side effects are a killer... he can barely focus any time someone walks too close, holding back the urge to feel them up. For now he's positioned himself behind the club's bar, to at least give himself a barrier and keep his head clear. Which, unfortunately, means that anyone not using a coaster is getting bitched at.
"Hey." He calls someone's attention, leaning close enough to smell the smoke, gasoline and alcohol in his breath. "I'm losing my fucking mind back here. You wanna waste a couple minutes on the stage?"
Misc
[Feel free to throw random starters at me - Dodger is not very friendly but I am! Click here for some general information about Dodger and catch-all warnings because he is a... particularly trigger-heavy character.]