Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 15, 2018 17:54:51 GMT
Life had slowed down a bit. With everything that had happened Buster didn't have it in him to bring the club together. He wanted to have the entire club together for the wedding. It seems it wouldn't happen. The move to New York had been sudden. Johnny and Lulu didn't give much notice of anything. They wanted to keep it a secret until everything was finalized and when it had been...
The chain of events unraveled quickly. There was no time for Buster to plan and organize a wedding and invite every fool. He found himself in New York fucking city. With his slick gangster bullshit and his tough guy attitude, you would figure this was the place he was born to be. He looked around outside the little coffee shop. The one he used to visit every morning. All the way from Detroit because of the cute little brunette that used to give him all the sass. He thought about going in and getting his usual order though he decided against it.
Looking down at his finger he knew there would be a ring there soon. It must've shook something loose because his entire core set of values changed as man. He was no longer the slick talking fasty and loose asshole with a wagging tongue, looking to dart into every girl's mouth at the party. He was Buster Fleetfoot. Future husband. The words almost sounded like another language too him.
He shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets moving down the street. Sophia was still asleep. Buster didn't need much sleep. The thing about being a speeder was everything moved at an intense speed. Even his brain waves were hyper speed bullshit. When he slept he slept about 40 minutes and was like sleeping a full night. Buster's brain crammed 9 hours worth of sleep into a 38 minute nap.
Now he was wondering the city at 2am. The streets were cold and busy. It was the city that never slept and he was the asshole who never slept either. He reached up behind his ear and plucked the cigarette that rested there and stuck it in his mouth. Cupping his hands he drew in a fiery breath and exhaled into the night. Buster's hand reached back and slicked back his hair. "Hey baby looking for a good time?" A hooker asked him as he walked past. His hands stuffed down into the warmth of his jacket pockets. "Sorry baby. Not to night, but just for the record. YOU would have had the good time." Buster spoke as he turned and walked backwards to yell at the street walker and bolster his ego. He smirked as he continued his turn and headed back in his original direction.
Buster took another puff of his cigarette and reamined in his head. Sophia was still mending from the shock of being shot. He was still fighting with the temptation to bail on this whole wedding thing. Some part of him told the truth. He really wanted to marry her. To finally have that thing that everyone else seemed to have. Happiness. He could feel the weight of hypocrisy dancing on the tip of his tongue, but Buster also knew he was no different that he ever was.
Some part of him wanted to take that hooker back to a cheap motel and just let loose all his aggriavations. He didn't show it but he was pissed. With his whole life and all the things in it. The club splitting up pissed him off. The fact that Sophia got shot pissed him off. The fact that he didn't trust himself to be the good guy for once in his fucking life pissed him off to no end.
He was a ball of live wires and sorted emotions. Moving across the street he looked up at their new home. The New York apartments. The delux apartment in the sky. "Here's to moving on up." He said with a shrug and stepped inside. Quietly and careful not to wake Sophia. She needed her rest. The last thing she needed was to be woken up at 2 in the morning by him and his self reflective bullshit.
Post by Sophia Cromer on Jun 16, 2018 15:23:18 GMT
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Sophia had been accustomed to change her entire life since she was put out on her own like a unwanted pet. It was second nature and she got used to running when things got to real and here she was sticking around. She took a bullet for Lulu and that basically gave her instant club member status and he Jacket had been hanging on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. It was new smelled of leather but it was like a choke collar around her neck. The ring on her finger was already constricting and somehow two of the worlds most flighty people ended up in this huge commitment. Sure she didn't know his doubts and how much he considered bailing but looking at him was like a mirror image. Two people afraid of the idea of spending the rest of their lives in some mundane routine with death as the only sweet release. [break][break]
Was that to morbid a thought? Didn't really matter she had spent so much time in bed ti was hard for her to get any sleep. If she would've just stayed a dog the injury would've healed a bit faster but she had no intention of cuddling into bed with her future husband as a dog. In silence for a few weeks while they both sat and had these doubts. It was bad enough they had a sudden change of homes when Lulu and Johnny finally told the club. It was quick and there was no time for wedding planning or actually tying the knot. Honestly it was a bit of a relief because once those vows were said it was literally a ball and chain around your ankle.[break][break]
Sophia had been feeling a bit better but Lulu had been blowing up her phone about starting wedding planning. So she faked still being to injured to do anything and not she was up sometime after she heard the door close. Buster had been out wandering the streets a lot lately and she wasn't sure why. Walking into the living room he wasn't there and she found herself sitting in the open kitchen with a carton of ice cream. She wasn't really dressed for any occasion and all she wore was some lacy lingerie on her bottom and a light fabric tank top. Her long legs crossed one over the other as she spooned ice cream down in the dark. When the door did open she waiting for him to shut the door before she hit the bar with her hand. He jumped a bit and she smirked seeing him wel in the dark with glowing amber eyes. "Where you been? Out turning tricks?"
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Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 16, 2018 16:23:30 GMT
Buster jumped at the sudden noise. He was off in his head. A million miles away. He was anywhere but here. He was anywhere but the place where he saw the girl he loved suffering. He hadn't even seen her get out of bed in a week so when she was standing in the kitchen it kind of startled him. "Turning tricks? No. Although i just left a prostitute." Buster said walking past her. He turned his head as he moved past her. Eyeing her up.
"What are you doing out of bed? He casually skipped over the prostitute line. Figuring she'd take it as a bit of Buster sarcasm and nothing more. It was honesty, but not fully. Buster was good at poking and prodding and pressing all the right buttons. He wasn't sure if he was trying to piss her off or not. He honestly didn't know what he was doing. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He wanted a shot at normal, but he wanted to taste a bite of chaos. He was so fucking conflicted. His thoughts and ideals were a whirlwind of confusion and he didn't know what way was up anymore.
Buster only had her and his club and now the Club felt broken. They hadn't really settled into the cracks of the new foundation yet. Buster wasn't completely comfortable with the new clubhouse yet. It just didn't feel like home. Though he didn't voice his concerns. Buster did what he always did. He bottled everything up and let out his frustrations in little bursts of moments where he could be an asshole for his own enjoyment. It was relaxing, and theropuetic. Moving past Sophia he opened the cabinet. He pulled down a bottle of jack that was hidden cleverly behind a stack of oreos.
Sophia didn't like choclate. His secret stash bottle had been safetly nestled there since they got here. Though looking at the bottle it was looking a little low. He pulled it out and looked at it with disappointment. It wasn't enough for his usual two glasses before he finally crawled back in bed. Buster had been taking these little walks every night for the last week. Mostly to clear his head... Maybe a little to escape the walls that seemed to be closing in on him. He was settling down and the thought of comittment was like a nuece that tightened around your neck slowly.
He loved her. He honestly did, but he wasn't sure if he was even capable of making someone happy beyond their flirty bullshit and kinky sex. Was snark, sarcasm and a healthy sex drive enough to make a good marriage? Who the fuck knows. He only knew he had been a shit boyfriend in the past and that was the only relationship he ever allowed. One girlfriend in his history and nothing further. Buster the playboy was notorious for playin the field. He popped the cork on the bottle ignoring her question all together. There was a glass; preplaced, sitting on the counter.
He poured it neat and set the empty bottle down. The glass was almost filled to the rim and he threw it back in 0.1 seconds. "Ahhhh" He said setting it back down. There was maybe 3 seconds of hazy buzz before he sobbered back up. His metabolism was an asshole. He still liked the burn and the taste. His eyes rolled up to sophia. Hair hanging in his face as his look bordered on the sociopathic. "I needed some air." He said simply and went rummaging around for another bottle in the fridge. There was a cold bottle of something a little stronger hidden under the frozen vegatables.
Post by Sophia Cromer on Jun 16, 2018 16:58:08 GMT
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Sophia set her ice cream down and watched him and he approached and made a snarky comment. "A hooker? Back already? You must really be slipping...Normally guys are double your age before they need the blue pill. should we make a appointment?" He tone was all sarcasm and there was a underlying tone of annoyance. What the hell was she doing engaged if her future husband was out running the streets at night? If she had been out running the streets there was no doubt he would be out trying to track her down. Maybe he thought he was non committal but he was over the line of possessive. Hence why their little game of who gets jealous faster always worked well for them and it kept thing exciting. When he asked why she was out of bed she took the last bite of her ice cream.[break][break]
"I've been feeling better for a week. Lulu has been blowing up my phone about wedding planning and i been trying to avoid it. I took a bullet for her and she thinks she has to plan this big fancy attraction." Her tone had went flat with her annoyance as she watched him rummaging around for the alcohol stash she already knew he had. why the hell he needed to hide it was beyond her and it was like he was just trying to piss her off with secrets. Like a damn slap to the face of his attempts to sabotage whatever this was turning into. Weren't most couples happy to be engaged? Did he even mean it when he asked her to marry him because here they were in a face empty apartment and he was barely home. [break][break]
watching him pour down his drink and take it like a shot she just rolled her eyes. He admitted he needed some air and she silently left the room as he went looking for his other stash. Yeah it was normal to have some sort of feelings but he was verging of self centered moping and she was done with it. After being cooped up in this place she went and got some clothing on. He make up was done and when she re emerged from the bed room his ass was still drinking liquor like a god damn fish. "I need air." The words were spat coldly and she was out of the door and down the hall to the elevator. He hip was a bit stiff but that didn't stop her from leaving the building and disappearing into eh city.[break][break]
Wasn't hard to find a bar in this city so she settled on a bar stool and ordered a drink of her choosing. If her 'Fiancee' wanted to mope like a whiny brat then more power to him. While she was drinking some muscled wannabe thug came strolling over to her. "Hey baby how bout you come spend some time with a real man." He offered in a tone she perceived as him trying to be smooth. What the hell she spoke as she followed him over to a pool table in the back where his friends were. Sitting in a chair she fell into the back ground and watched them joke around and let the guy keep buying her drinks.
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Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 16, 2018 19:47:05 GMT
Buster stood there as she got all huffy and declared that suddenly she was the one that needed air. He stared at his bottle for a few seconds of absolute freedom. His mind hazy from the drip of the devil's nectar. A few moments later it was gone. The buzz, the wave of not caring about a god damn thing...
It wall slipped through his fingers. Buster groaned and looked up at the door. Only seconds before an intoxicated dominated his features, now he was stone cold sober and looking annoyed. He supposed he should chase her. It's what she wanted anyways. Buster flat out knew women. They made a scene so you would show how much you cared. As if you're devotion was only determined by how much you were willing to fight for them.
She watched to many damn romantic comedies. Buster set the glass down and stormed out of the apartment. He headed down the stairs with aggravation pushing through his features. He had no super human smell. He wasn't part dog he couldn't track her like a canine, but he did know that she was more than likely going to be looking for a bar. It was where she went when she was pissed.
she liked to go flirt up some handsome stranger to get back at him from time to time. Buster didn't really find her flirty shit cute or appealing though he dealt with it. Buster didn't whine and bitch when she flirted with another man he took it in stride and he just casually chatted up some hot young piece of ass. Someone he wouldn't honestly give a shit about in a million years. Someone just to see that ting of jealousy reflected back in Sophia's eye. It usually wasn't worth it. Sophia could get pretty pissed and he gauged his level of fuck up by how pissed she usually got.
Buster headed down the sidewalk until he found the first bar he could find. It was some shithole named O'Flarety's An irish pub. There was a sign on the door that said no mutants allowed. He rolled his eyes and went inside anyways. This was likely to be fun. The irish were known for their temper and their drinking. Buster saw her following some asshole to the back of the bar. Some muscled up dickhead who's brain wasn't the size of his tricep. Buster followed them back. "Sophia come on we're leaving." Buster said in an annoyed tone.
He used to night mind this flirty game but she was his fiance. He didn't feel like playing this game. They should be planning their wedding. Instead the two of them were acting like a couple of assholes. Both of them too stubborn to talk about what was bothering them so instead they were being dramatic. On both ends. Buster sighed and shifted his stance a little. "She doesn't want to go with you bud. Why don't you fuck off."
Buster smile. "HA HA. FUCK YOU. Sophia!" He called again. The big angry irhsman and his buddies rallied around him. "What did you say little man." Buster smirked. " I said your mama gives lousy head." Buster wanted to blow off a little steam. He decided to fuck with them. The man threw a punch. Buster sped out of the way and grabbed one of his buddies. He was a heavy piece of shit but he carried him over. The guy was stiff as a mannequin and weighed almost 300 pounds. Buster's muscled moved at an insane pace.
He was so stiff because everything was slowed down when Buster moved fast. His muscles were frozen in that tense moment and over time they would soften, but not fast enough. Buster set him down in front of the on coming punch. Still moving at to Buster felt like normal sped he watched everything frozen in suspended time. He grabbed hand full of bar pretzels and popped them in his mouth.
Picking up someone's beer he washed it down and threw the rest in one of the irish asshole's faces. His shirt was soak and with cheap beer. Buster zipped over to Sophia. He was moving too fast for her to hear him. Even with her insanely good dog ear'ed hearing. "See the shit you put me through?" He asked as he zipped away. Buster zipped over to the bar and lined up forty seven shots of tequila. He zipped back and everything crashed back into normal speed. He watched as the guy punched his friend in the face.
Buster was leaning against a pole beside him with his arms crossed. He looked down. "What'd you punch him for. At least he paid your mama afterwords." He smirked. Buster saw the anger in his face. He zipped away and moved down the bar taking all forty seven shots and coming back buzzed as a mother fucker. That would last at least a few minutes. Buster easily doged ever punch thrown at him. Even when it was 6 fists from 3 angry assholes, even drunk. He doged them with the greatest of ease.
The hard part was making the doge slow enough to appear human. He dodged one punch and kicked the guy in the chest. He stumbled back into the pool table and flipped over it landing painfully on his neck. The other guy Buster picked up a pools stick and went to fucking town on a guy. The third guy just flat out ran away. Some random bar chick and the honor of his fallen buddies wasn't worth an asskicking or the humiliation. Fucking pussy. Buster dropped the pool stick and looked at Sophia. "You ready to go? Or do I have to beat up more of your boyfriends?"
Post by Sophia Cromer on Jun 17, 2018 13:55:35 GMT
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Sliding onto a bar stool in the back she was starting to enjoy a bit of a buzz having the liquor in her system. The irish man was going on about how a man should treat a lady like her and she was basically ignoring him. The fact was that she was already bored but if this reminded that asshole how fast she could slip into some other guys bed then so be it. Before when she would flirty she would get more into it and even get a bit handsy but now she just leaned back in the stool and watched the guys play pool. Then suddenly like an annoying hangover there he was and demanding they leave. "Fuck off." Those two words had so much coldness behind them and she just rolled her eyes reusing to move. [break][break]
Her new suitor seemed to wanna test his luck and stepped between her and Buster which meant it was gonna be bad. Instead she just watched as a fight instigated as she sipped on the cold whiskey. Those irish men always knew how to make a good drink that would get you nice and fucked up. The fight however didn't last nearly long enough as she stood there over the groaning and fallen men. "Hey!! How dare you? I really cared about seamus o' dickhead and he was gonna be my third husband you ass." Sophia spoke as she down the rest of her drink and shoved past buster headed out the door. God damn hypocrite had been wallowing in his own self pity for the past week or two and no one batted a eye.[break][break]
Now that she needed to blow of steam apparently she was the asshole and was sick of his shit. Her paces was fast and she nearly knocked a few poor souls over on the way back to their place. Buster would be right behind her but once in their apartment she was in the room and slammed the door. A loud thud was heard behind her as Skippy hit the solid wood. The door was locked and she fell backwards on the bed. opening the drawer she pulled out a small box with a stash of substances. Wasn't hard to get your hands on drugs around the club and she hadn't really tried any of them before. [break][break]
Opening the box she pulled out a small bottle full of white powder and like every movie she had ever seen. White lines were made and she started snorting the one. Buster was outside the door and she had no intention of opening it unless he busted it down. The drug gave her a surge of energy and it made her want to go running for miles but with Speedy Gonzalez there was no way she was running anywhere without him catching her. "Go to hell Benny" She spoke loudly as he hit the door and glared as if he could see the cold look on her face. Truthfully she never really used his actually name unless she was really mad.[break][break]
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Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 17, 2018 15:38:30 GMT
Buster left no signs that he was a mutant. Sure that fight was unbalanced and he should have gotten his scrawny little ass kicked, but they had no proof. They weren't fast enough for poof. Buster watchedf her leave. A waitress in a tight little skirt stood there staring at Buster for the mess he had made in her section. Buster's mouth hung open. That dry vacant stare pushing across his brown eyes. His tongue danced it's way out of his lips as he looked her over. His hand slunk down in his jacket pocket And he came back with a $50 bill. He tossed it on the ground next to the writhing asshole.
"For the mess." He said and turned to walk out. His leather jacket cast in a slight shade of pink under the brilliance of the neon light. Buster's hair was slick back and wet, dripping down the bac of his neck and casting little beads of water across the Fools logo on his back. New York had no idea who the fools were. They had no idea of the chaos they could bring down on a city. They were a rough and tumble group of fucks and they have only started to build their reputation here.
Buster slammed Irsh O'Dickhead's wallet on the counte as he left. Yes, he had picked his pocket in the middle of the fight. "Drinks are on that dickhead." He said pushing open the doors to the bar. He could tell Sophia was mad. She was doing her angry bitch walk all the way back home. Buster looked up at the sky without raising his head. HIs peered over his eyelids into the clouds. "You love giving me the crazy ones don't you?"
He said to god. He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and stumbled slightly. Shit. He couldn't help but allow the warm touch of a smile to grace his lips. He felt the buzz still. It was hitting him now and though he knew it wouldn't last; he'd enjoy the numbing effects while it still rode with him. Buster didn't feel like taking the ten minute walk back home so he zipped past Sophia. Not fast enough to knock her over in a gust of wind, but fast enough for her to notice. They say don't drink and drive. Speedsters should listen to that too. The effects of the alchohol coursed through his system.
Pumping in his blood at an alarming rate because of the rate at which his heart was pumping. Buster ran for maybe a 0.00000001 second before he was a few blocks down the street and overshooting his turn. Buster looked away for a second. The alcohol imparing his judgment from that fraction of a microsecond long enough for him to slam into a car. He hit it with such force that the car went rolling down the street. A shower of broken glass and twisted metal.
Buster rested inside a nestled crunchy shell. His shoulder was dislocated and his wrist was broken. He had a shattered shin and a broken back. His cells repaired themselves. His molecules were constantly moving at superspeed. Even when he was not moving. A normal body replaces dead cells that sluff off naturally. Buster's cells did this at 200,000,000 times the rate. Already his injuries were fixing themselves. Cells replacing broken cells in an atempt to mend the shattered shin and the broken wrist and the break in his back. "Fuuuuck....." Buster groaned as he fell into the floor in a liter of glass. His hair hung in his face as he honestly wished he had never touched that fucking alcohol.
Buster was 3 blocks down the road from their aparment. Sophia wouldn't have seen him. She had no reason to suscpet he was here and in her huff she angrily stormed upstairs to their home without even stopping to detect the noticable absence of his scent in the hallway. Buster's lip was bleeding. Glass was inbedded in his wrists and arms. There was a cut across his face that traveled from one side of his eyes and over the gap and down the other.
He crawled forward. Every inch he claimed was a torture. He was shaking and gasping and every part of his body wanted to give up. "Holy shit dude! you okay?!?" Some guy walking his dog asked. Buster looked over. "Yeah, just fucking great." He wanted to roll his eyes, but the guy was nice enough to help him to his feet. Buster cringed at the pain shooting through his back. He held his breath because his back was the worst part. His shoulder scream and his wrist whailed. His leg wasn't too bad if he didn't put weight on it. Bustre picked up a crutch from a pile of trash that had been set out on the curb. "You should go to a hospitle. It looks like you shoulder popped out." THe guy said making a nasty disgusted face. Buster laughed.
His wrist dangled at a weird angle. "Got a light?" The guy looked up surprised. "Huh?" He looked confused, but Buste had a cigarette in his mouth. His eyebrow raised at the dog walker. If he didn't have a light he could just fuck off right now. "Uh yeah.... Sure..." He said lighting Buster's cigarette. Buster breathed in, but it didn't help the pain. He glanced down at the dog, who's tag said Sophia. He almost wanted to laugh, but that would send his back spiraling into another wave of horrible pain.
"Thanks. Take it easy chief." Buster said with a wave behind his shoulder as he limped away. The man stood there completely stunned and looked back at the mangled wreck of a Honda. What just happened? He wondered. Buster took his time, but eventually he made it baack to his apartment. It was, a bitch though. Buster came home to a chilly cold atmosphere. Sophia had locked hersself in the bedroom. He limped over there and leaned on the wall while he leaned on his new crutch.
He slamed a bloody palm against the door in an attempt to get her attention. He wasn't going to be fully healed for hours. He was in so much fucking pain. He didn't care about the fight anymore. He honestly didn't know what he was even being so big of a dick. Maybe he was trying to sabotage this because he was sure that this was too good to be true. That he expected her to bail the first time he started being a dick, but she hadn't. She was right here. She was pissed but she was still here. "Babe.... I don't feel so good..." He admitted and slumped against the door and fell on his ass. He was pale and sweaty and bloody and his eyes had the dull sheen of an asshole with regret.
Post by Sophia Cromer on Jun 18, 2018 16:25:24 GMT
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The drugs in her system had her body full of endless energy and here she was trapped in a room. She heard buster outside and moving over to the door she slung it open. He fell backwards and looked like complete shit. "What happen? Get into a fight with a lawn mower?" Her tone was bitter and her sympathy was lacking. Somehow when she was hurt by him and angry he always found a way to make it about him. Maybe he had changed his mind and he wanted to sabotage what they had or maybe he didn't know but she was tired of the shit. Instead of planning a wedding he was distant and gone all the time and she wondered why she was even here.[break][break]
"Well now that you cant just speed off. I dont know what the hell is up with you and honestly im tired of your self pity bullshit." Stepping over him she headed towards the apartment door. After a feet feet she turned and pulled the ring off her finger and flicked it at him. The small band of metal hit his forehead she gave him a cold and hurt look. "I'm not gonna be with someone who obviously doesn't want to be with me because it causes to much pain. I'm out." With that being said she shifted into the form of a black wolf. golden amber eyes stared at hom for a moment before she turned and darted out the door.[break][break]
A howl could be heard in somewhat of a painful tone as she ran her nose to the air. She knew the general area of Lulu's house and she darted through traffic and scared people on the streets. Not often you was an actual wolf on the streets of new York. After a nice job she found herself at Lulu's door and back in human form she knocked. It was early in the morning and Lulu was getting ready for work. Stepping inside the door when it opened Lulu found her some clothing and fixed her a heavy drink. the drugs were out of her system and she found herself sitting in a window seat. Her knees in front of her chest and a bottle of jack in her hand. [break][break]
Lulu wasn't gone long and when she returned she had bags of wedding stuff in her hands. Sophia stared at it and walked away to the guest room she was going to crash in. Turning on the shower she stripped and stepped inside. Leaning against the wall she slid down as the water concealed the tears falling from her. She should've just ran off after she met buster and found herself healed. Then she wouldn't have so much pain and she would've been free of all this.
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Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 18, 2018 16:59:02 GMT
Even with all his speed he couldn't do shit. Buster sat there on the floor, damn near a puddle of a man. He watched as she stormed to the door. The ring came off and she was cursing the day that she had even met him. He had heard this speech before. Eventually every girl he had ever been with had given him that speech. The moment when they realize the fun sexy bad boy shit isn't an act. The moment they realize he is damaged and has the emotional range of a teaspoon. They call him things like heartless, egotistical, small dick. He had heard it all. He didn't try and stop her as she slammed the door behind him. Buster leaned over and scooped the ring up. Holding it up to his face he gazed at it thoughtfully with a vacant stare and shoved it in his pocket.
He supposed he should be happy. Wasn't this what he wanted? An excuse to call this shit off? Buster fucking Fleetfoot didn't run from his problems. He faced them. Unless his probelm was an emotional problem. Then he ran from it like the fucking plague. It was his pattern. Buster was afraid to let any woman get too close. Congradulations to Sophia she had gotten the farthest. Someone should orginize her a party with streamers and fucking confetti. Buster just wasn't an easy guy to get to know. He was slick and cool and all ego, but that was just surface level shit. Deeper he was scared.
He would never admit it in a million years, but deep down Buster was fucking terrified. He was terrified that when a woman got to know him, got to really know him she would turn away from him repulsed. The blood on his hands seeped down into his soul and it made him ugly. He was raised ugly. He was taught ugly. Buster was a leg breaker and an asshole, but he never thoguht he could be this way. He never thought he could be broken up like this. A tear slipped down his cheek as he stared out the window at the moon. He could hear her howls and the pain within them. "Me too kid.... Me too."`
It was going to be a fucking while befoer his body healed up. He couldn't do much of shit except sit in the floor and feel sorry for hisemf. It wasn't like he was doing much else anyways. Sophia was right. He was sabotaging their happiness. All because this raging fucking ego that he let get out of control. This facade. This false image of a tough guy wrapped him up in a steel plate of armor so he didn't have to go through shit like this. He didn't want to FEEL shit like this.
Every since he was litten and he was out on his own from pretty much fucking day one he promised himself that he wasn't going to let anyone fuck with his heart like this. Broken promises and stupid dreams huh? Buster wanted to go after her. But not for his usual reasons. He didn't want to chase her down because he had to prove he was a big man, or proove that he was right. He wanted to chase her down because he loved her.
Buster would give her some time to think. He had to wait for his shit to heal anyways before he could even manage to pull himself up out of the dusty fucking floor. But more importantly he had to find the right words to show how fucked up he was without her without sounding desperate. It was important to protect his ego because if she turned him down... It was the only thing he'd have left. Behind those vacant stares was a man pushing the limits to see if this was real. He done fucked up and sulked his way right into a break up. He tried not to scream I told you so, but he had to fix this. He was no good without her.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jun 19, 2018 4:17:50 GMT
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Lulu had just started to get the house settled and all week she had meetings with her staff at work. Then on top of that it was meeting with baby doctors and getting Jataya into pre-preschool so she could meet other kids. Seemed that was something she had never got to do and after her horrible start Lulu wanted her to forget the horrible beginning. Honestly she wasn't sure if she was trying to delete her own past or just her sisters but everything seemed better with a fresh start. [break][break]
Johnny had mostly been busy getting the guys settled and doing what they do best which was making a reputation. For now Lulu was out of the club and tried to avoid that life style for the sake of the three souls her in stomach. Johnny didn't know about the triplets because she had just found out but she was meeting with contractors with week to do remodels for nurseries in the five bedroom home they bought.[break][break]
Now At 3 am There was a knock at her door and she opened it to find Sophia. It was obvious something was wrong so she let the naked woman in and got her settled for the night. By sunrise the next morning she was dropping Jataya off and picking up different wedding catalogs To help plan this wedding. The whole thing had gotten her a bit angry with Johnny who had never so much as asked her to marry him. [break][break]
Instead Buster the womanizer already had a future wife and lulu was just a girlfriend still. Downstairs she stood in the kitchen as she put some food in front of Sophia. When Johnny came down she forced a smile to her lips as he sat down at the bar as well. Grabbing a can of dog food she poured it onto a plate and added some burnt toast. "Heres your breakfast babe."[break][break]
Lulu wasn't normally passive aggressive but being pregnant she was trying to learn to channel her anger. "Sophia when you get done we can start looking over..." There was another knock on her door so she left the kitchen and pulled the door open carefully not to break it. "Buster... You know i have a rule about knocking on my door before noon...Can I help you with something?" [break][break]
A smirk tugged at her lips as she stared at him. "If you wanna find your pride or ego how about you check the strip club around the corner." The words were pretty cold and she knew something had to be up between the two. Lulu doubted sophia wanted to be bothered by this asshole who had hurt her.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 19, 2018 4:54:18 GMT
Buster had spent the entire night looking at pictures. It wasn't like him usually to be this fucking mopey. He never got hung up on women before, but this was different. She was different. She wasn't just some floozy picked up at the bar. She meant something to him. He stood there in front of Lulu's door for the longst time. He straightened his hair. Pulled the googles from his eyes and allowed them to rest around his scrawny neck. He was coming to her not as a fool.
A self entitled little fuck who thought he had he had his finger on the pussy of life. He wasn't that guy right now. He was wearing a white short sleeve shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and there was a pack of cigarettes nestled into the sleeve. His jeans were faded and wrinkled. Cuffe lightly over his sneakers and his eyes were red and puffy. Had this mother fucker been crying? "Hey Lu." He said softly. Something was different.
Usually Buster had a smart as quip dancing on the tip of his tongue at all times. Not today. "Uh...Sophia here?" He mumbled. Johnny stepped up to the door. Being the sarcastic asshole he was he was muching on some dog kibble. He made sure Lulu saw it. "Hey babe. You're cookings getting better." He said and kissed her on the cheek. Johnny smiled and walked away knowing that was about to set off the fucking bottle rocket. Buster's eyes got wide.
He honestly wanted to run back to fucking Canada. But he was here for a reason. Johnny might have a fucking deathwish, but at least he couldn't die. Buster was standing here just a man on his knees begging for redemption. "Please Lu." Buster reached out and grabbed Lulu's hand softly. He had never taken this kind and gentle tone with her. Usually it was playful and sophmoric. Buster had time to heal, had time to think.
Because that' what he fucking needed. A minute to just slow down and be forced to take stock of his life and all the shit that was important in it. She was part of him now. He wasn't walking out on that. He damn sure wasn't going to let her run away from it without him putting up a fight. "Five minutes..." Buster sighed as Lulu nodded and moved aside for him. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He didn't come here with a plan.
He came here with a wing and a prayer. All the anger and self loathing aside he needed her. He had his hand resting on the self destruct button. she was his escape plan. He found her in the kitchen. Sitting at the table with breakfast. She seemed all warm and cozy and ready to make a change. At least through his vantage point it looked that way. Inside he was twisted up in knots. Benny Fleetfoot had never said I'm sorry in his life.
He moved towards the door but didn't dare enter it. He leaned in the doorway. His voice was soft. "Hey..." He said looking down at his feet. As if suddenly they were the most interesting things in the world. He couldn't look at her. He could see the heartbreak across her face bubbling to the surface and he knew he was the reason. He was such a bastard. The sick part was, he fucking loved that side of himself. He loved being the guy who could break hearts and cause the bruises that lied deep within the chambers of your heart. He loved being that slick bastard who cared more about his hair than the woman in his bed. He was all selfishness, and ego and not a damn thing could ever change him. Until it did.
His eyes flicked up to hers. His hand rubbed the back of his neck. "Can we talk?" He could feel Lulu's presence behind him. Not that he didn't love the crazy bitch like an auntie, but he needed to do this alone... His own way. He couldn't handle an audience without that sick twisted ego bolstering back up. He followed Sophia out the back door. The wind caught her hair and sent it streaming back over her tan shoulders. 'She's fucking beautiful.' He thought clearing his throat.
Buster picked up a baseball bat by the fence and just started knocking it around the ground. He was fidgiting. He had to swallow his fucking pride and do something bold. After a while he could feel her eyes on him. She was expecitng something. Was he capable of this? Buster sighed. His back was too her and he rested the bat back agains the fence. Turning around slowly he had his hand in his pocket. His fingers greediliy rolled around her wedding band.
He wanted it on her finger in the worst of ways. Buster wasn't going to ever get his smile back until she wore it. Usually lying was his first language. Now he put it all on the line. All honest, and truth.... No ego in sight. "I'm fucking lost babe.... I try to pretend. This world doesn't shake me but it does. I'm scared every fucking second. The thought...." He clinched his fists. He had to calm down. "The thought of not being with you....It's more than I can stomach.
I'm broken without you. You're the only thing in this whole fucking world that matters to me. I'm an asshole. I've always been an asshole because it works for me. I wrap up in my own self interest and protect the parts of me I think is fragile because I'm so fucking scared that you're not going to like what you see underneath. I want to make things better. I want to make you happy.... I'm just afraid that it isn't my choice anymore." The wind kept blowing her hair around. She seemed frozen in time. A snap shot of a face he might never see again. He soaked it in. He closed his eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek as he pictured watching her turning away with his heart on the floor.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jun 20, 2018 13:45:23 GMT
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Lulu was staring as buster leaning against the door frame. He seemed different and she could swear that the fool may have even been crying and he didn't have his normal quip in return. Nah Lulu and buster never actually got into fights because honestly he was more like her than she cared to admit. Someone with a shit storm past that left the worst kinda demons in your head.[break][break]
It caught her off guard and the lines on her face softened when he took her hand. Though the feeling didn't last long when Johnny came out with his smart ass comment. "Okay baby go fix things with your girl. I need to kill our fearless leader." Lulu Let buster past and she turned on her heal to follow him towards the kitchen. Watching him and Sophia go outside her facial expression turned cold and vacant. [break][break] "You think your fucking funny?" She spoke as her fingers grabbed a knife and quickly flung it into the wall next to his head. Her blood was boiling as he blinked a few times and then popped another piece of dog food into his mouth. "Why are you such an asshole? I've been by your side for 10 years Johnny Rome. I've loved you no matter what happened to us and you let Buster propose to his girl first? Now you wanna make jokes." Her voice was broken and shaking as tears started to fall. Damn hormones made her such a wreck and it sucked when she got upset. When she glanced out the kitchen window she saw the two love birds making up in there own way.[break][break]
"Get out of my house... Get out of my face and life." those words left a bitter taste on her tongue and apparently he knew he fucked up cause he was coming towards her. With a strong swing of her fist she sent him flying through the kitchen window. Walking to the sliding glass door she slid it open for a second. [break][break]
"Go to your club that you love so much more. Stay out of my life." Pulling the door shut roughly she headed upstairs to their room where she started pulling his clothes out of drawers. Opening a window they all started flying out onto the lawn until she finally found herself crying in a mess on the bed.
Post by Sophia Cromer on Jun 20, 2018 14:11:18 GMT
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Sophia sat back in the seat and used her fork to push the breakfast around on her plate. Honestly her stomach was in knots and she wasn't in the least bit hungry. When Lulu gave johnny the plate of dog food and walked away he looked at her. He made some snide comment about it being her favorite brand and trying to trade with her. Her eyes rolled so hard and she flipped him off causing him to laugh and leave the room. It wasn't long before Johnny had returned then Buster followed behind him. He seemed frozen in the door frame and she didn't move much either from her spot. [break][break]
Benny wanted to talk and she just set her glass down and headed out the back door. Standing outside by a playground set that Lulu had bought for her little sister and she just watched him. The tension in the air was thick as he hit the ground with the bat a few times before setting it against the fence. Sophia was waiting for him to started talking or anything to ease the lump in her throat. Finally he started to talk about being lost and she knew that all to well. She listened to him talk until he finished and she just stared for a few minutes. "Benny..." That name came out of her lips and it felt weird to her because she didn't normally use it.[break][break]
"You think i'm not lost? I run when things get to real and i have for most of my life because its all I know. Here I am tied down to one place because I cant seem to put one foot in front of the other to just run again. You think I took a bullet to be noble and save someone I barely know because she was pregnant? No I know that those two in there are family to you and i would've killed to have that for any point in my life. I dont know what it feels like to have anything steady."[break][break]
Drawing closer to him her fingers gripped his jacket and her gaze locked on his. "I dont give a fuck about whatever secrets you think I wont like. I knew exactly what you were and I still said yes because your the only flicker of possible family i believe i have. I could've run and been lost in fucking Canada by now but I just cant leave you. If you dont know I love you by now then maybe all the running scrambled your brain." Leaning forward her lips pressed to his and her hand snaked up behind his neck to run through his hair. [break][break]
within a few moments she pulled away because of a loud crash and she quickly stepped back as Johnny flew between them into the fence. Lulu was screaming out the door and only moments later clothing started to fly out the windows in a rainstorm of fury. "Guess your the one in the Doghouse after all." Smirking a bit she looked back at buster. "How about we go home and I make you remember why you love me." There was a bit of a twinkle in her eye as she moved back over to Buster.
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In hindsight.... It really wasn't that funny... Johnny thought as he crashed into a brick wall. He crumpled against the wall like an accordaian. He was dead. Again. How many times this made, he wasn't really sure. Living with Lulu he had lost count, but damn it if it didn't save on the therapy bills. It wasn't so much the impact that killed him as it was the broken neck. His neck snapping against the ledge of the window. Bending to the point of breaking the cervical vertabrea and the throacic vertabrea inside his neck. His body slumped in a crumpled heap between Buster and Sophia.
Johnny could see and hear everything. He could feel the blazing heat on his skin. The itch of the grass against his sweat. This fucking sucked. He hated going through this process it was always so boring. It was like waiting at the god damn DMV only you couldn't check your phone. Inwardly he sighed. He had nothing to do but star at the tiny anthill in front of his face. "You know she' stronger than you. Why do you push her buttons bruh?" Buster asked with a bit of a smirk on his lips. He didn't give a shit. He was happy. For once in his miserable life he was god damned happy.
Even seeing Johnny dead for the 10 millionth time couldn't wane his happiness. Buster and Sophia walked off. 'No, don't fucking prop me up or anything!!!!!' Johnny screamed in his head. This was fucking bullshit. 'She feeds me dogfood for breakfeast and then murders me. I'm pretty sure if we were married that'd be grounds for divorce.' Johnny was bitter. He was sulking. He couldn't move a single muscle even the slightest. All he could do was sulk. He stared with half open eyes at the anthill and watched as a platoon of little ants came marching out of the hole. They were red. 'Oh jesus fuck those are fire ants!'
Johnny couldn't do a damn thing as he watched the little bastards marching right towards him. When you're completely immobile and can feel everything. The sight of these red fucking devils was completely intimidating. Johnny stared with his mouth hanging slighlty open. His body would be here slumped against the faded walk for at least 20 minutes before it healed completley. Something about neck injuries. They took fucking forever to heal. Maybe because the spinal cord had all those tiny nerve endings that led to every little part of your body.
Fuck it up just right and you couldn't even wiggle your toe. While he waited... Breathless, and dead he thought about why he hadn't propsed to Lulu. It wasn't that he didn't want to.. I mean, after all who didn't love dog food for breakfeast and having bugs crawl on your face?!?!? The honest truth was Johnny hadn't propsed because he wasn't happy with his life. He thought he would have been farther along by now.
He promised her the world when they were kids and the most he ever managed was vice president of some fucking club. He wasn't a captain of industry. He wasn't making a million dollars. He wanted to give her everything he promised and until he could.... It just wasn't good enough. His thoughts were broken by the burning pain in his mouth, up his nose and crawling all over his own eye. They crawled all over his face burning and biting. Little bastards. 'I AM IN HELLL!!!!!!!!' Where the only descernable words he could contemplate.
Johnny was lying on his side. HIs face half buried in the grass. Now that he was really looking. He was only a inches away from a pile of dog shit. Great. Johnny could hear the jingle of keys. He wanted to look around, only he couldn't move. Then he heard panting. What the fuck? Lulu's dogs were inside. It was that little fuckign neighbor dog! 'THAT LITTLE BASTARD!; Johnny thought. It kept sneaking in through a loose board in the fence and trying to hump Teacup. Johnny couldn't stand that fucking dog. Even more so now as it sniffed his corpse. 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU MANGY MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!' He screamed, still staring at the floor. His face being ripped to pieces by tiny little fire ants and the neighbor dog lifting his legs and pissing on his favorite new sneakers.
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 20, 2018 18:56:21 GMT
It wasn' long before they were back at their apartment. Buster had pictures of them strewn out all over the coffee table. A few random beer bottles littered the counters. The place was honestly a mess. Just outside the front door was a package. He didn't remember ordering anything. Buster didn't give it much thought. Bringing the package in he set it on the counter and went and plopped on the couch. "Come here you." Buster said with a demanding, playful tone.
He grabbed Sophia by the wrist and pulled her into his lap. Outside the open window, New York was obnxiously loud. There was honking and the sound of a far away jackhammer pounding the pavement. The sounds of dogs barking and people shouting were literal pollution in the air, but what the fuck did he care? He wrapped his arms around Sophia and refused to let go. There was a smile on his face. Buster didn't smile, not much. Not unless the smile was riding the coattails of some off hand asshole remark that he shot in someone's general direciton. "So the wedding's back on?" He asked with a smirk.
"Because.... I'd hate for our honey moon tickets to go to waste." Buster pulled out a couple of plane tickets to Italy. They were spur of the moment, but he was also loosing his fucking mind yesterday night. He bought them not in hopes of bribing her back, but on the off chances she did come back. He wanted to have something special. Buster didn't wait for the look of shock to fade from her face. He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out her engagement band. He slipped it neatly onto her finger. They never had to worry about money. Not with Buster's spot in the club.
Sure it was risky spending the cash now, because they hadn't set up here yet. Buster had a little saved up, but he blew a chunk of it on the tickets. And a few reservations at some secret places that he wasn' ready to divulge yet. He pulled Sophia in and gave her a kiss to rock the ages. He closed his eyes. This was a dream. Her lips were a fucking dream and he didn't want to wake up. The package sat on the counter. Just behind the couch they were laying on, completely forgotten about at this point. Buster smiled and opened his eyes. "You're going to have to learn how to write the name Fleetfoot in cursive."
He said. He hadn't really stopped to think about all the littel things in her life that would change from the simple act of getting married, but they had serparate bank accounts. They had their own cars.... Well, Sophia did. Buster didn't really need one most of the time. he stared into her eyes. "In case you didn't know..... i fucking love you too." He said with all the sincerity in the world.
