|
Post by Conway on Oct 3, 2011 23:38:16 GMT -5
The truck rocks a bit, Badger chose to the short route and best vantage point of climbing over the truck, instead of going around. Damn...just a scrawny ass kid...
|
|
|
Post by avisis on Oct 3, 2011 23:45:26 GMT -5
"Look at me." He isn't straight enough or eyes-forward enough to suit her as she shoves into his personal space, inches apart but miles higher. "Look at me!" she thunders, a stormhead crashing down from mountains, a torrential streak of color and noise and business-level jaw. "Do I look like a fucking tart to you? DO YOU THINK I AM FUCKING TEASING?"
Her hands fist, fingers gripping the edges of her worn jacket. "Am I stirring you oatmeal?" she asks, deadly straight.
Puddi, by this point, is sitting again. He might as well. These things have to play out in their own time. Glam's already bounded off to check for the med kit. Good kid.
|
|
mimzu
New Member
Posts: 16
|
Post by mimzu on Oct 4, 2011 0:07:44 GMT -5
Personal space is a thing to be intruded upon on icy weather nights when you’ve got an extra Joy in a shit piece Corolla and a few hours to catch shut-eye. Daylight after you just hit a dude with a shit piece truck you’re gonna need a few feet to get your bearings and—jesusfuckingchrist
Eyes roll forward, one arm up, “Are you stirring me—? What the FUCK is that supposed to mean!” Least he can do is stand his fucking ground, even if she’s got height on him and jesus—lady Joys can be scary as shit. Are scary as shit.
“Your ‘best-fucking-man’ shouldn’t-a been walking around in a fucking DUST STORM.”
|
|
|
Post by Conway on Oct 4, 2011 0:14:33 GMT -5
A grumble from above, almost a growl. Badger doesn't take it well to hear Puddi criticized, and while he may agree Coral is not making much sense to him either...a lady thing he's sure. This kid shouldn't give his leader backtalk.
|
|
|
Post by avisis on Oct 4, 2011 0:26:03 GMT -5
"Am I stirring you oatmeal! Do I look like your goddamn mom!" She jabs a finger into his chest. Skinny kid, christ, her finger could go right through him if she wasn't careful. "You hit a man, you get out and apologize, I'm not going to tell you how to use manners."
Her lips work over her teeth, and then her eyebrows go up. "Go on. He's right there. Apologies."
|
|
mimzu
New Member
Posts: 16
|
Post by mimzu on Oct 4, 2011 0:32:57 GMT -5
“Christ lady! You’re not my fuckin—!” mother. Well. She already made that clear enough, his hand rolls through the tuff of hair on his head and his eyes are all sorts of narrowed because his chest is still humming from adrenaline.
Breathe-one-two-breathe—he looks to the side, over at Puddi, steels himself and raises his fist.
“Dude—” Man’s talk. “Dude—how’s the wreckage?”
|
|
|
Post by avisis on Oct 4, 2011 0:42:24 GMT -5
"All right," shrugs Puddi, with only one shoulder; the left side of him isn't feeling much of this 'moving' thing. "Doesn't feel like anything's broken in there." The outside has that covered.
Glam's glowering at Chop, but he's too busy to do more than that, hands peeling Puddi's shirt up carefully to inspect things more closely. Puddi pushes him away. "G'wan, I got this."
"Ey." Glam steps back, and turns his full attention to the skinny kid. His eyes narrow, but then he shoves his hands in his back pockets and gives a jerk of his chin. "You with a group?"
|
|
mimzu
New Member
Posts: 16
|
Post by mimzu on Oct 4, 2011 0:55:04 GMT -5
He nods once, a tip of his jaw, and yeah—jeez, he’s sure that was fine. Cool even, maybe—but goddamm her ‘best man’ is built like a fucking tank, and jeeezusss he’s gotta’have eaten his vegetables and Chop’s half wondering where the fuck he got um. He ate a dehydrated carrot once, but it tasted like fucking ass and he’s not going to fight grit and rebelling tastebuds when it comes to a lick of beta-carotene and—
Aw shit somebody else is talking to him. He jerks his head right back, hands so deep in his jacket pockets his fingers are going through the holes—but they can’t see that can they?
“’Course I’m with a group, who wouldn’t be with a crew? YeahIgotpeople—what’s it to you?” Kid talks way too fast.
|
|
|
Post by Conway on Oct 4, 2011 1:01:06 GMT -5
Badger finally hops down from the car to get a better look, landing himself of this guys far side, opposite the majority of his team. He's quiet for now, dark visor on a dark helmet taking him in. He likes his hair.
|
|
|
Post by avisis on Oct 5, 2011 0:12:25 GMT -5
"Don't they teach you how to drive a truck, then?" snips Glam, but it's casual. He doesn't really feel like starting a fight; this kid's so skinny, Glam could probably take him, and that's saying something.
Still, it sounds like this kid doesn't know who he's talking to (he doesn't blame the kid; Coral's voice sounds a lot different over the airwaves, like the distance it travels gathers it grim and iron-grit) and while the others would've shouldered him off onto his lonely way, Glam Tag is not about to let someone pass on unawares of who he's brushed shoulders with. Celebrity No. 1 may not be theirs yet, but there aren't many shindigs this side of the City that Coral hasn't run, or at least been a bloodline for, and Glam sucks fame up like sugarsticks. "Shite, any idea who you just ran over? That's Puddi." He grins, fine white teeth a perfect line of nasty revelation. "You just hit Coral's man."
|
|
mimzu
New Member
Posts: 16
|
Post by mimzu on Oct 5, 2011 1:15:58 GMT -5
He’s all skin n’ bones, but he’s got a few tricks up his sleeve—what joy doesn’t? He’s stuck in the outer zones, managing runs and pooling cars, but he’s had his head a target for a drac blaster more than he can count regardless, because— what joy hasn’t?
“You try runnin this piece of shit in a dust dance and I’ll-----”
He stops pretty sudden, licks his bottom lip once. Shit. Head turns, to the side, ignoring dust and grit on his cheek to look nervously at Puddi, then, then back to O.K. Coral. He whistles. “Jeeeezus—first time I got piss-eyed blitzed was at one of yours.” Not quite what Glam was probably looking for, but there’s a sense of respect somewhere in there.
|
|
|
Post by avisis on Oct 5, 2011 21:28:20 GMT -5
Coral's chewing on her teeth, but Puddi's head goes up, and he smiles. "Was it shit gin or the good stuff? Because if it was shit gin, I'm sorry, man. We had some awful rounds a while back."
The fact that he's getting up as he says this makes Glam loosen up further, though he's still watching Chop close. Coral inhales. "K," she near-grunts. Puddi gives her an OK sign with one hand, thumbs up with the other, an exaggerated grin on his face. She snorts harder, brushes a hand over her mouth, and holds it out to Chop. "What's your name, kid?"
|
|
mimzu
New Member
Posts: 16
|
Post by mimzu on Oct 5, 2011 23:58:53 GMT -5
There’s a brief pause where Chop considers his life, where he is, what he’s done, and then that goes out the window and he takes Coral’s hand probably a little bit too enthusiastically. He wrings it once—twice--
“Name’s ChopSooie,” Yeah, go ahead, say something. He’ll crack your jaw and throw some poorly pronounced Chinese slurs at you, whatever. “--and it was shit gin before I knew how shit it really was.” Alright, three wrings is good, he moves over towards Puddi extending his fist for what appears to be a bump. So cool. He’s already scoping out Glam and Helmet Case, not sure if they’re feeling the gaiety.
|
|
|
Post by Conway on Oct 6, 2011 0:08:58 GMT -5
Badger's body language has relaxed as the others don't seem to consider Chop an issue any more. He's still watching him, but no longer hunting him.
|
|
|
Post by avisis on Oct 6, 2011 23:28:37 GMT -5
Puddi's eyebrows go up as this skinny-ass Chinese import comes at him expecting knucks, but then he looks over the badly-dyed head at Coral and winks. Her mouth is twisted down, but she shakes her head slightly: 'Don't make me try to like him, I'm not done being pissed yet!' Puddi extends his fist for a bump. "Sounds good. Giga Puddi. The Ziggy downgrade over there is Glam Tag, and the thing that was straddling your truck is Honey Badger."
|
|