Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Any mention of Captain Hammer in a positive light was generally unwelcome to Billy - but this was because he was one of the few who knew the truth about the city's so-called hero, fallen though he was. He and Hammer had been at odds with eachother for years and he hadn't initially considered it a rivalry - since at the beginning of it all, he hadn't been too clear on what he intended to do as Dr. Horrible, he had just known he wanted to enact change, and maybe have someone notice him - but after he had seen the way Hammer treated people - - it was like they were disposable to him. People spoke to Hammer, they looked up to him, acted like he was some sort of god, and he treated them like they were insects he would willingly stamp under his boot, like they were worthless. It had only cemented the idea that the world was unbalanced - Hammer had stopped a few crimes, sure, but that was only because he got his ego stroked for it. And when the death ray had gone off, Hammer hadn't even noticed anyone else, his only focus had been on himself, he had run out of the building not knowing that Penny was on the other side of the room dying. Not caring . Disposable. Penny hadn't meant anything to Hammer, he had admitted it himself - he had been with her out of spite, to torment him. I get what you want. There weren't a lot of things Billy really wanted. Dr. Horrible - certainly, he wanted it all, he wanted the world, wanted the fame and the fortune and everything that came with it. He wanted power. But Billy Buddy had just wanted Penny. He had sort of hoped that when Dr. Horrible got what he wanted, maybe Penny would want him, maybe she would see him as more than the guy she sometimes had yogurt with. It's the same thing people have been saying for decades, Billy said, toying with the cuff of his sweater, Idealists saying that the world just needs a little more love and TLC and things will go right - people are working to change it, but there aren't enough of them to enact the change, and they can't fight hard enough because they don't know what else they can do. It's - it's just not enough yet, you know? He just wasn't sure what would be enough - though, ideas had been popping up late into night while he busied himself down in the laboratory in the E.L.E headquarters over the last few weeks. He wasn't even sure where the thoughts were coming from, but they crept into his head - dark things that he had never considered before. Things that he was finding himself having to bat away uncertainly each time they came up, and every time, he found himself thinking about them for longer periods of time - - fire. It always involved fire. For a moment, Billy's eyes had gone glazed and distant, but he snapped out of it. He glanced around the laundromat as Buck spoke, blonde brows alternately lofting and dipping cartoonishly as he inspected the place there were a lot of words that he could have used to describe the place, but he wasn't sure 'cute' would have been one of them. It's like laundromats are designed to bore people. Billy said and nodded pointedly to a large, middle-aged woman who had fallen asleep slouched in a chair and leaning half on a rumbling clothes dryer.