Post by Junkrat on Dec 22, 2016 4:47:27 GMT
He'd tried, tried so hard to be on the right side, but the entire ordeal felt like being forced into a box that he just didn't fit into. He would always be crazy, he would always be seen as a criminal, looked down on as some kind of savage. So what really was the point of trying to be any different? He was done trying to be something he wasn't.
There was a hostile gleam in his eyes as he slipped down the alley, he knew Dorado well enough to know exactly where he was going. He knew this was crazy, and stupid, but those were both things that he was, so it felt fitting that he was doing something insane.
He looked up when the bar came into view, slipping in through the doors and glancing around. He was done with being Jamison the hero, he wanted to just be Junkrat again, the man who did whatever the fuck he wanted to, the man who was going to blow something sky high tonight. And as he glanced up at the bar, he saw just the person to help him.
"Oi, miss me?"
There was a hostile gleam in his eyes as he slipped down the alley, he knew Dorado well enough to know exactly where he was going. He knew this was crazy, and stupid, but those were both things that he was, so it felt fitting that he was doing something insane.
He looked up when the bar came into view, slipping in through the doors and glancing around. He was done with being Jamison the hero, he wanted to just be Junkrat again, the man who did whatever the fuck he wanted to, the man who was going to blow something sky high tonight. And as he glanced up at the bar, he saw just the person to help him.
"Oi, miss me?"
