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Hey, all you little desert fuckers. I'm Bert. McCracken, McSwaggin, McCrackalacken.
You should know who I am, but in case you didn't(shame on you), I was originally the lead guy in the band The Used, but yeah. Shit happened and now I'm all by myself...(psyche). Damn idiots. I miss my band bitches...but hey! I'm working at a great place doing something else I love. Cooking like a motherfucker, performing shit on the weekends~
See? This is why I fuckin' hate the man. They take things over and force you to take shit that doesn't even give you a rush!
I'm looking for my other bandmates, but I'm not really dwelling on finding 'em. If they turn up they turn up...I gotta like life, man! I'm finally out in the Zones, though, so if you guys wanna talk to me, go ahead. I'm a nice dude.
I like hugs, books, and the occasional kiss, in case you were wondering. Go ahead and call me by my real name, too. I like my real name. And if you get to know me well enough you can call me Robbie...but don't if I don't know you. Don't even try.
Seriously.
(This is an Duende Verse RP account. XD Faceclaim is Bert McCracken.)
Favourite Visual Artist
Alex Pardee, umm...well, I guess Gerard Way. And other people.
Favourite Movies
Haha. I like musicals. And horror.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Michael Jackson, The Used, and true punk rock
Favourite Books
Anything. No, no, dude. Fuckin' anything. Classics are great, though. And Stephen King.
Favourite Writers
Same as the books. Shit. But if I could choose a favorite, Stephen King. Yep.
Favourite Gaming Platform
My ass.
Tools of the Trade
My voice, a raygun and a shit ton of pot.
Other Interests
Your mom.
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...Bert?...
...After work, we should...we should hang out...can we?...
*she does hang out with him every day, so it seemed a bit strange for her to suddenly tap his arm and ask him this during their shared shift*
...After work, we should...we should hang out...can we?...
*she does hang out with him every day, so it seemed a bit strange for her to suddenly tap his arm and ask him this during their shared shift*
Hmm?
*Bert blinked over at Iris with those big baby blues of his before grinning, brushing a lock of hair out of her face with a giggle*
Do you mean hang out like we always do or hang out as in somethin' completely different, sweetheart?
*Bert blinked over at Iris with those big baby blues of his before grinning, brushing a lock of hair out of her face with a giggle*
Do you mean hang out like we always do or hang out as in somethin' completely different, sweetheart?
I-Uh-I-
*her shoulders rose when his hand came close but she didn't dare shy away, told herself to look up and straight into his eyes and said*
A different way...like...men and women do. When...when they think they should invest in...
...I-if you want to, of course, I wouldn't dare force you, w-who am I to -
*her shoulders rose when his hand came close but she didn't dare shy away, told herself to look up and straight into his eyes and said*
A different way...like...men and women do. When...when they think they should invest in...
...I-if you want to, of course, I wouldn't dare force you, w-who am I to -
you should totally get some art up!! 
BTW your hair is amazing. <3
BTW your hair is amazing. <3
Oh, you. Mmhmm, I've found you. Yes, you, you're perfect. You'll do for now.
*she walked into the kitchen with a flourish; hair and eyes and lips and almost everything a slightly alarming red color, and leaned onto the counter, giving him a grin*
Hello, Bert! How's life treating you?
*Iris peeked from the storage room; Glitter was her father's best friend so she should trust her, at the same time, she was her father's best friend so she shouldn't*
*she walked into the kitchen with a flourish; hair and eyes and lips and almost everything a slightly alarming red color, and leaned onto the counter, giving him a grin*
Hello, Bert! How's life treating you?
*Iris peeked from the storage room; Glitter was her father's best friend so she should trust her, at the same time, she was her father's best friend so she shouldn't*
*Bert was busy cooking up a little bit of more complicated fare as Glitter stepped in; she looked familiar; they had a bit of chit chat at the Christmas party but that was pretty much it*
*although he was a bit wary he still grinned his normal cheeky smile as he continued to dice some oregano*
Heyyyy, Glitter, right? I'm doin' just peachy! *he glanced briefly at Iris before peering back to Ha Na again* How 'bout yourself? What brings you to our neck of the woods?
*although he was a bit wary he still grinned his normal cheeky smile as he continued to dice some oregano*
Heyyyy, Glitter, right? I'm doin' just peachy! *he glanced briefly at Iris before peering back to Ha Na again* How 'bout yourself? What brings you to our neck of the woods?
Yep, Glitter right here! I was just wondering if we could have some tea over good ol' gossping! You...me...Iris...
*she tilted her head; rubies for eyes twinkled as she took in both their movements - Bert's, and the wide-eyed Iris in the corner just scrubbing the pot, and lowered her voice* It's about Sherlock.
*that got the siren's attention; as mad as Glitter was she was the more sane of the duo, and Glitter took that with a grin - her eyes went over to the familiar spectacled, suited man at the kitchen entrance, and Oliver just gave her back an unreadable nod*
*she tilted her head; rubies for eyes twinkled as she took in both their movements - Bert's, and the wide-eyed Iris in the corner just scrubbing the pot, and lowered her voice* It's about Sherlock.
*that got the siren's attention; as mad as Glitter was she was the more sane of the duo, and Glitter took that with a grin - her eyes went over to the familiar spectacled, suited man at the kitchen entrance, and Oliver just gave her back an unreadable nod*