Bingo Club [RP]

((applications are still open for now but im going ahead and starting bc im impatient))
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Snazzy let out a sigh as he attempted to think of something deep and meaningful to say during today's Bingo Club gathering in an old abandoned warehouse he had found. He used to be great at coming up with deep things to say and meaningful speeches to give, but in his old age perhaps that ability had faded a little bit as he often found himself recycling old phrases from his youth, but changing them just so that they'd match whatever situation he was in. Still, he didn't doubt he'd see a lot of new faces at tonight's Bingo Club, so he decided he needed to really focus on his brainstorming. He brought out his portable CD player, an MCR CD still in it, and put some headphones on, beginning to jam out to some of his young people tunes in order to help him focus a little bit more.

Bobby made his way to the Bingo Club gathering that was happening today. He used his favourite gray motor chair to get there. Whenever Bobby was in this chair, he felt like...what do those kids call it...SONIC. He felt like frickin' SONIC whenever he was in that chair. It was pretty comfortable, too. He even had a pudding cup holder. But, the best thing was that no matter how long his (still mighty fine) elderly butt sat on the chair, it never went numb. Bobby could die in that chair even.
Eventually, he arrived at the destination.

Snazzy looked at his watch, deciding it was time to make his way to the Bingo Club gathering. After all, being late would look pretty bad on his part and he couldn't trust the others to recite the rules of Bingo Club before starting the first game.
He hopped into his motorwheelchair and cranked up his MCR music to the point where it was blasting in the headphones, and quite possibly loud enough to break his hearing aids (again). He heard a young person laughing at him so he flipped them off and yelled very loudly, "I AM JACK'S INFLAMED *old person coughing* SENSE OF REJECTION!" Never was there ever such a rock n' rolling punk rock grandfather, decided Snazzy.

The Hawk had just arrived in bingo club, his diamond studded cane in one hand and his bingo strategy guide in the other one. He looked fierce, snarling and openign the door. He could feel the wind on his face, and was a bit shaky. The peopel in this bingo club were firece competitors, but the Hawk Floated. that was his edge. He looked around, seeing that only old snazzy and old bob were there.... the two other men of the gang, the hawk sometimes talked to them, but not that much. He opened his bingo strategy guide, sitting down.. somewhere

Dorothy jogged to the bingo center. As she went, she saw many people looking at her, probably thinking, "Wow, that lady's in shape." She stopped for a second to catch her breath, right in front of the warehouse. "....Oh." Dorothy walked inside, where she saw her friends, the bingo players.

Snazzy waved at the HAWK, Bobby and Dorothy, leaning against a wall and lighting a cigarette afterwards for extra effect. He brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag from it before allowing it to rest by his side once more.
He slowly moved from the wall, trying to look cool when suddenly his back made a loud cracking noise and he had to sit down for a while. It hurt a lot, but he kept telling himself that pain is not real. He is above pain. Feeling pain? Ridiculous....He's Snazzy Flowerpants. Snazzy Flowerpants doesn't feel pain. Snazzy Flowerpants is invincible.

Grandma Lucyifer walked in with a Feather hat on and some sunglasses and a cigar in her mouth, "Ey yo dawg where da heckie is da bingo room" As she rose her cane, "Mam I plead that you remain calm," the manager said. "Shut yer trap unless yur miley cyrus cause i aint going to egt by a wrecking ball" Grandma Lucyifer said, She opened her cane and shot a lazer through the manager's head and took his hat and said, "I run this place now" while Snoop Dogg is in the distance singing Rap city freestyle

Bobby waved back at Snazzy before his attention was quickly brought to Grandma Lucyifer. Grabbing his cane from under his chair, he stood up, and hit her a few times on the head. "Get ya noggin into gear, woman," he said.

"oOOoOoOOOO SHINAYNAY I KNO U AINT JUST DO THAT MMMMMMMM" Grandma Lucyifer said, her old mahogany skin z-snapping everywhere, then took out her lazer can and shot everywhere "You better get back you whipper snappers!" What Grandma Lucyifer did not know is, she just shot Kanye West.

Bobby raised his cane, and slammed it on Lucyifer's arm. "SHUT UP YA WIFFERSNIFFIN POLLYWAGON," Bobby yelled.