She sighed as the smell of rye bread and one too many sniffs of expresso were starting to make her head hurt. It was not like it was that hard to understand but thankfully it did not seem like she was in too much trouble at that particular moment. However she supposed if she kept smacking her lip that might change.
It had been for lack of words a very exhausting day and now people around here, witnesses as they should be called were pretending like they had no idea what had just happened. She sighed as she smacked her teeth this time instead of her lip. Half of her just wanted to punch the cop but she was doing what she supposed anyone was trying to do. Fit in. So she let out two deep breaths and spoke.
"Officer,"
she said politely as she could manage.
"It's not like he said he wanted his coffee in his lap, but it was an accident."
Yep, jerk face got just what he deserved for calling her "sweetheart", and having the nerve to wolf whistle at her. Her job here was not to serve coffee, it was to cut sandwiches and serve them with a smile on her face. She was just having to do both because as usual in this awful town someone had called in with some crap of an excuse and now she was having to do something that she had no experience in. Still unknowingly that wolf whistle had provoked her and she knew better but..she just let the 3 of her 4 fingers and her thumb do as they willed and the coffee had slipped through. The officer did not need to know that though.
"I apologized and like I told you. I cut bread for a living and do you know how many different types of bread there are. Banana, Sourdough, White, Wheat,"
The man held up a finger and indicated her to stop. She was glad in a way because she could go on for days. That was apart of being so bubbly. Sometimes her mouth never stopped which sadly was a blessing and a curse. While she waited she noticed a figure come up. Dang it figured someone would want a sandwich right now and well she needed to make money. So she decided to speak to the customer.
"What type of sandwich can I get you?"
If they asked for a pizza she honestly felt like she would throw a bucket in all truth. Too many pizzas made today already and when exactly did a pizza become considered sandwich enough to be in a shop like this anyhow?
Post by Silver Shadow on Apr 22, 2018 18:28:56 GMT
Sean was fresh out of prison. He had been locked up for some less than legal acquisition of gold watches, that he might have been selling. Allegedly. He had a home and roots in Detroit, but he found himself in the south. He stole a motorcycle and was moving across country. He was enjoying life. Sean was a member of the Fool's Dice Club. It's logo was emblazoned on the back of his studded leather jacket. A white reaper laughing on the back, crudely painted holding a pair of flaming dice. A sewn patch on the breast of his jacketed read "Enforcer." Sean was quite simply a thug. He belonged to this outlaw gang of car thieves and spent most of his days drinking and partying. You know, the finer things in life. Every once and awhile though, he liked to just get away.
In fact, getting away was kind of his thing. Detroit was too hot right now. The local authorities were looking for him.... Again. Though it would have been easy to avoid capture, he decided it was better to get out of town and just lay low. The rumble of the bike between his thighs coursed up his spine as the bike roared down the street. He wasn't exactly keeping a low profile, but when had he ever? Sean leaned tightly into the turn and rounded the corner of the next street. His mind began to wander. The pounding wind at his face as he accelerated. His boots sat up on the foot rests, sloppily untied. There were tears in the knees of his tight fitting jeans. The buckles of his leather jacket jingled quietly; drown out by the sound of the monster engine. "Gotta get me one of these." He said with a laugh. He'd ride this thing for a few more days and leave it to rust in a ditch somewhere.
First rule of grand theft auto.... Play it like a game of hot potato. You don't ride around in a stolen whip like you own it. That's just fucking stupid. Mostly they stole cars to piece out and sell, ship overseas to sell, or just street raced them in high stakes underground street races. It was all very Tokyo Drift. Sean was an experienced driver. Her could beat anyone on the mean streets of Detroit. Now he found himself in some backwards hickville small town. It's small town charm did little but bore him. His mind was snapped back to attention as he nearly ran into the back of some pickup truck that stopped abruptly for a dog crossing the street. "Hey asshole!" He shouted.
His angry cries got the attention of a police officer. Sean quickly diverted his attention. He wasn't known here, but he didn't want reason to run. Not when he had been driving for hours and wanted to get off this bike for a bit. Slowly he escorted the bike to the curb. Cutting the bike off and taking off the helmet he set it on the handle bar. He quickly ran fingers through his silver locks to just to make sure it was nice and straight. He pulled on the lapels of his jacket to make it sit more flatteringly on his shoulders. He swung his leg around the bike and stepped off onto the sidewalk. There was a little sandwich shop in front of him. The cop that was eyeing him down like a piece of steak leaned out the window to get a better look at his silver hair. Sean sneered and quickly pushed the door open to the sandwich shop. Anything was better than answering sheriff Bob's questions.
Unfortunately he ran right smack into another cop. This one seemed to be giving a little blonde biscuit the business. Sean used his thumb to reach across his face and scratch at his forehead. It was mostly to use his arm to cover his face. He knew he should be golden. He shouldn't be on anyone's radar here, but cops still made him nervous. He glanced over his shoulder. The cop outside was conversing about something with the pickup truck guy. They were talking about the weather, but Sean didn't know that. Shit shit shit! He thought. He was waiting for chatty cop to drive off. He finally did. Sean was about to slip out the door when the blonde biscuit addressed him directly. Sean turned in surprise. Great. He thought.
The cop she was talking to turned as well and looked at the new man he was being stood up for. Sean smiled nervously. "Yeah.... Uh... What's good?" Sean asked. He stepped up to the counter. Taking off his leather gloves he set them on the counter. The cop was eyeing him up again. Haven't you ever seen a devilishly handsome man with silver hair before guy? He thought bitterly. He did his best to not make eye contact. Sean smiled and nodded at the cop and then promptly turned his attention to the blonde. She wasn't half bad looking. Sean noted. His smile was warm, even though his skin was crawling. Behind him his shadow stretched out on the floor; tall and twisted by the mid-day light. Just be cool. He thought.
Last Edit: Apr 22, 2018 18:50:23 GMT by Silver Shadow
She had this habit of staring at people who she had never met and most would have normally found it creepy but for most the fact that she did it with a smile and blonde locks it just made her seem not all there up top which was fine with her. She cringed when he started the process of taking his gloves off and even more so when they hit the counter. The counter that she had just cleaned. None the less she snapped back when she heard his question.
"All of it. Every loaf, meat, vegetable but for you.."
Everyone had a taste. Some were more particular than others but everyone had flavors that drove them between the edge of eating because they had to and deliciously enjoying their food with pure joy because they wanted to.
"..pastrami on rye, grilled swiss because cheese is better when it's too hot to eat right away with a sweet onion marmalade sauce. Though.."
The gloves on the counter were going to drive her mad. She could feel it.
"..you might not like hot sandwiches and since you're a customer I only aim to please."
She watched the cop turn back to her.
"You want the sandwich?"
She said as her smile faded. She watched as the cop proceeded to step beside the man child who had just walked in. She knew it was wrong to judge people but after her encounter with the man earlier all males were now man children until further notice.
"Weren't you raised with any manners Bobby Lee? Just because you're wearing the uniform does not give you the right to crowd the man's personal space,"
she said as she turned and washed her hands.
"You want the sandwich Mr..."
she shrugged. This was the worse part of her job. Regretfully she stuck out her hand, because damn those down south manners.
"I'm Patricia, says so right here on my name tag, and you would be..one second."
She turned back to the cop.
"Bobby Lee, I don't have anything else to tell you. Get out of here so I can serve my last customer and go home."
She held up her hand and shoo'd him away
"Okay so I'll make you that sandwich and you'll tell me your name at least and why all the leather? It's hot here in the south don't you know if you die, that leather will stick to the sidewalk faster than someone could fry an egg and that's pretty fast considering the humidity"
Post by Silver Shadow on Apr 22, 2018 22:27:48 GMT
Sean said nothing until the cop was on his way out the door. Sean pursed his lips together. He sucked a little air in between his lips and arched his eyebrows. He looked around uncomfortably. The tension in the air was so thick you could snatch it from the sky and beat someone to death with it. The moments ticked along and seemed like hours, but finally, mercifully... The cop started heading towards the door. Sean scratched his eyebrow with his index finger and looked over his shoulder towards the retreating police officer. Without even thinking about it he grabbed his gloves off the counter and stuffed them in his pockets.
He waited until the cop was completely gone before he continued. Sean was still looking over his shoulder as the cop walked out the door. With a raise of his eyebrow he tripped up the cop. The foot on the cop's shadow jumped off the floor, but for a moment. A blink and you would have missed it. The shadow foot stretched out and tripped the officer before returning back to the floor. None of the other customers in the shop seemed to notice. They all looked up when the cop fell face first into the door. He looked around embarrassed before clumsily leaving the shop.
Turning back to the pretty face he smirked. He didn't mean to come in here for a bite to eat. Now that he was here however his stomach was grumbling. It shouted up at him "Get something to eat dummy!" Sean pressed both hands on the glass counter top and leaned on them. His fingertips were putting all kinds of smudges on the glass. "Sean." He admitted. He looked at the name tag. Any other day he might assume she was flirting with him.
At the moment he didn't even consider it. "Rode in on a bike. Gotta have protection in case i wreck. Without that leather, that gravel would slice me thinner than your pastrami on rye." He said. He turned back to see the cop driving off. That's when he blew out an sigh of relief that was loud and evident. "Just throw something at me, sandwich of the day. I'll take that." Sean said shaking his head and pulling out his wallet. There was plenty of cash in there. Since he was a law abiding citizen and all, all the money in his wallet was legally acquired of course.
Sean pulled out his wallet and slipped a $20 bill in the tip jar. It was worth the twenty just for getting rid of the police officer. He waited patiently looking around as she went about her task of making the sandwich. He watched her carefully. He didn't know if she witnessed his little display. Sean could manipulate shadows. It was helpful for avoiding the police. Not so helpful for blending in when someone had an eagle eye. He saw passed that plastic smile she had on as she had held out her hand. Eyes don't lie. Her eyes said she wanted to kick him in the nads. He got it. She was ready to go home. For him home was going to be some seedy motel off the highway. Honestly he couldn't get there fast enough. He put up a plastic smile of his own. He grinned at her showing some white sparkly teeth. Just hoping she hadn't noticed his little.... Outburst.
Last Edit: Apr 22, 2018 22:29:09 GMT by Silver Shadow
Strange things always happened and she did not mind those. What she did mind was someone showing her their teeth. A man in leather, and white teeth? It did not add up, not here in the south.
Also she noted it was bothering her just how white his teeth were. Weird territory she felt like she was crossing into. Where were the tobacco stains, at the very least the stench of dip. She let it go, because letting it go was best.
"Sean?"
She obviously flinched at the name and quickly handed him his sandwich. Ugh Sean's. She had known one Sean in her life and that man child was somewhere long forgotten.
"Well, you.."
Leave it alone. Were there people like her, sure. Were they people you wanted to meet, she supposed it depended but not when they were in leather. Then again..she needed out. Now it should be understood that she was almost lingering on desperate especially if it meant leaving with a stranger but this..this used to be home, not so much now. Now it felt like a darkened hole that was swallowing her up most days.
She was thinking and her smile was fading. Her expression even if just for a slight second might have actually looked like she was forming an idea. Fate. That used to be something she believed in. You know that crap about how you met people for a reason and paths and all that yuck muck but right now all fate was saying was get out and fast. She gave him his sandwich and spoke.
"I need a ride out of the south. You don't know me, I don't know you."
She swallowed but not hard because she felt if the need came she could protect herself. She smirked now but only for a second.
"None of that matters, all that matters is we both want out so you help me and.."
She hesitated. She could strike this deal because odds were in her favor that he would never come back to collect. He did not seem the type and she found strange solace in that.
"..I will owe you a favor that you'll never collect on but at least that way you will always be owed."
Post by Silver Shadow on Apr 23, 2018 19:38:56 GMT
Sean said nothing for a long while. Suddenly he wasn't so hungry. Her proposal had came straight out of nowhere. He honestly wasn't even sure how to respond to it. He was sure that he wouldn't mind having those slender arms wrapped around him as he rode out of town. Not that he wanted to keep them there. People were mostly just boring to him. Maybe fun for a night, two if she was just fantastic 'company' but he never kept anyone around that long. It was always just him and his shadow. If you looked up the word loner in the dictionary, you would see a picture of him smiling and giving you the finger.
"What the hell." He said zipping up his jacket a little higher on the zipper. "Wrap up my sandwich to go and lets get the hell out of here." He said with a smirk. He walked over to the door and stopped long enough to put each glove back on. "Hope you don't mind motorcycles." He said shaking his head. Sean opened the door and flung it open and stepped back outside onto the hot sidewalk. Looking around he squinted into the bright sun, just to get a look around at the small town he was about to leave in his rear view mirror. Small town living. What a bunch of bumpkins. He thought as he straddled his bike and grabbed the helmet.
When the girl joined him outside he offered her the helmet with his best charming smile. All teeth. Her favorite. It was the kind of smile you could melt over a stack of pancakes. All sugar and sweetness, the kind of smile that was bad for you in the long run. Sean was the type of guy who could turn on your in an instant. He would have no problems waking up one morning in some fleabag motel and deciding to ditch this girl in the middle of nowhere. It was entirely a possibility. He had no ties, not commitments and that's the way he liked it. If she started to become a problem for him.... He would bail on her in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye.
Sean slipped the key into the key into the bike and started her up. He really needed to get some new wheels. Especially if subshop barbie was going to be riding along. He didn't want to get caught up in a highspeed police chase with a 110 pound liability on his back. Still he smiled at her, could be worse. He could have been sharing a ride with one of those police officers instead. "You're going to want to hold on tight." He said. Slipping off his jacket he held it out to her. That was no small thing either. That jacket, that logo, the symbol of his club was something he treasured. It was as much a part of him as his left hand. Fool's Dice ran in his blood and his club was his family. Still, he hated the thought of scraping this chick off the street if something were to happen. Even though she wasn't a fan of leather it was a precaution that was needed to ride a bike.
Sean was wearing a plain black shirt under his jacket. His arms were surprisingly toned and muscular. Sculpted and inked with tattoos covering almost every inch of flesh on both arms. He revved the handlebar once, then once more just to hear the engine squeal. Man, I really gotta get me one of these. He thought. Suddenly there was a crowd. He must've stuck out like a sore thumb in this place. The motorcycle riding asshole with the silver hair and tattoo sleeves revving his bike out in the street. He was beginning to draw a crowd. A few redneck looking assholes came out and starred at him. "Trisha You okay?" One of the men called out in an accent so thick it made Sean smirk. He sounded like boomhower from king of the hill. "She's fine." Sean replied before she had a chance to answer and he revved the handle bar again.
She had not been called Trisha in so long that it startled her and made her blank out for a second, but a second was all that it took for that sandwich to drop which caused her to snap back to reality. Her blonde locks fell as her head did and she seen her sandwich art destroyed and she was only brought back to reality once again by more words.
"I'm fine, my grandfather just wants to take me for a ride is all,"
Why were people starting to gather? They had done nothing wrong. She looked around and finally gathered her thoughts about. She knew that she had been judging Sean, but to see a whole crowd of people just coming around because he was making a little noise on his motorcycle did not quite sit well with her. Not because she cared, but she would have thought in time things might change but then again the more things change the more they remain the same.
She looked down and noticed her arm that she had wrapped around him strictly for holding on purposes was starting to slowly lose density. That was how it usually started but she could somewhat control it. She grunted because she hated how she was going to have to go about this. She tightened her grip which caused her arm to be a little heavier than it had been normally but hopefully that went un noticed.
"They don't like you, must be your ever so charming ink. Go straight for 22 miles, take two lefts after and you'll lose them easy enough as it's the sleaziest looking hotel a town could ever have. There you won't get mobbed and I can find my way from there without the hassle of anyone."
Grandfather?!?!? I'm 27! He thought. Sean sighed and pushed the kickstand up after she got on. It wasn't long before they had hit a stride and he was just cruising. He noticed that the girl's grip was all weird. One second she seemed to be holding on for dear life, the next he had to actually look down to make sure she was still on. It would be a damn shame if he splattered her all over the street. Seemed like such a waste. She was still on the back alright. He shook his head as he leaned into the next corner.
Sean followed her directions and didn't say much of anything else the rest of the ride. He was off in his own head. He was thinking about how unpredictable life was. A few days ago he was in jail. Now he was riding down the highway with a pretty stranger. The thought of spending a night in such alluring company pulled his lips in the slightest of smiles. Sean wasn't a dog, but he wasn't dead either. He didn't even really have to like the girl to share a room with her and a night of passionless passion. He felt fingers digging into his chest. Girl must've never ridden a bike before. He thought quietly.
Soon they were pulling up to the hotel. He could tell it was the right one because the neon sign said "Lovebird's Hotel Pay by the hour! Ask about our hotubs!" That sounded just freaking wonderful. Sitting there bathing in a delicious stew of other people's sweat and funk. No thanks. Sean put up the kickstand and parked the bike by the front doors. Inside the little fishbowl of a a room was the front desk." Sean groaned. Up in the far right corner of the small room was a little TV.
It was showing some commercial for a weight loss pill. Patricia could use a few of those fucking pills. He thought bitterly. His shoulders were killing him. He would have swore that girl weighed a thousand pounds by the way his shoulders were screaming. Sean had grabbed a small satchel out of his saddle bag on the side of the bike. It was hanging neatly across his chest. Even the strap was causing him pain now. Hell, he might be asking about that hot tub after all. There was a little bell on the front desk counter. Sean gave it a ring and leaned on the counter on one shoulder.
Also on the counter was the TV remote and a dying plant. Sean looked at the plant a moment and rolled his eyes. Judgingby the looks of this place the plant was dying from some sort of STD it caught here. Sean rung the bell again. He was just too tired to get back on his bike and look for another place to sleep tonight. Finally someone came out of the back room. A little man with a nervous smile. He looked like a pencil you could easily snap with hardly any pressure at all. "E-e-e-ving folks... What c-c-can I do for ya?" Sean looked at him. "We need a room." Sean said scratching at his nose.
On the TV the commercial had ended. It was on the news channel. Some reporter was talking. Sean was barely paying attention at first until he saw a police sketch of himself broadcast for the whole damn world to see. "In other news local authorities in Detroit are looking for this man... His name." Sean grabbed the controller and cut off the TV before anyone in the room could actually look up and get a glimpse at a fugitive. Great so much for laying low. He thought with a scowl on his face.
He was just too tired to be his usually cocky smartass self. "Certainly, I'll give you 4B it's the honeymoon sweet. You two staying the night or...." The little man got a little pervy smile on his face that Sean didn't really care for. He shouldn't have been so insulted. "Yes we're staying the night." Sean snapped. "Okay, that'll be $34.50." The man said. Sean reached in his satchel and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "Keep the change, don't wake us." Sean said. Turning around he almost ran right into Patricia. It might have knocked the wind out of him. Luckily he stopped before he did. "Ready to go sweetheart?" He said with a smile. He grabbed everything they brought in with them and headed to the room.
Opening the door there were two beds, neither looked very comfortable. The yellow wall paper was stained and peeling off the wall. There was a TV in the room, but it looked like it came from the 70's "Perfect." Sean said tossing his bag on the bed and flopping on it. "You can get a shower first if you want." He said closing his eyes a little. He just wanted that subtle pounding between his ears to go away.
Last Edit: Apr 25, 2018 0:13:18 GMT by Silver Shadow
My how she wanted to reach back and punch the man behind the counter. She did not even smile at him when he smiled. As a matter of fact she simply rolled her eyes. Then she had a funny thought about she would probably literally break any man given enough reason and that made her laugh harder, until she heard sweetheart. She did not return Sean's smile either.
She thought how the perfect retort would have been to smack him on the rump but he looked almost pained. Had she did that? Oops, once again she laughed. She hated herself for thinking under completely different, cleaner circumstances they might have been friends but nope. Life did not have time for that. That room..
It took all of her willpower to not throw up.
"Thanks dear,"
she said as she did not want to touch that door knob. She did not want herpes or anything else. She turned and slightly looked over at Sean. He looked exhausted even with his eyes closed. It was now or never she thought really and it was not like a person with all that ink could judge her too much.
She threw her hair up in a knot and thought about a feather. It probably did not really help but she thought it helped and at this point she was so light she could ease through the door without having to actually touch the knob which was a small relief to her. Once she was on the other side, she looked around.
"Ugh,"
she said as she noticed a small red bruise starting to form on her forehead. Better cool it down. She made her way back and plopped down on the bed lightly next to Sean. Was he out? She was curious what was in that satchel but that could wait a minute. She leaned over and stared at him in a completely creepy way.
She thought about that feather again and didn't realize how light she was actually becoming. She put her hand through his hair and examined it. It did not seem natural, the color. She tried to think back on the events earlier but she couldn't really recall anything out of the ordinary. She grunted at that thought because she really needed to learn to pay more attention.
That was when her attention went back to the satchel and she picked it up. God why was it so heavy. She got back on the edge of the bed and opened it. Her mouth dropped open. Money. Money. The root of all evil. Well now this put her in a predicament. She looked out of the window. It was getting dark, but if she moved fast enough she could make it right.
No better time like the present. She threw that satchel across her shoulder, stood up carefully and..well her intentions were to close the door gently but the fact that she had just stolen from a guy who had been nothing but sort of not really nice to her was taken over and that door slammed loudly.
So she did the one thing she always knew to do her whole life, she ran.
Post by Silver Shadow on Apr 25, 2018 14:09:47 GMT
Sean woke up when the door slammed. He snapped straight up sitting on the uncomfortable bed. Looking around he was in a haze. For a moment he was in that awkward stage between the waking world and sleep. The last bits of his dream still pulling at his mind. He wiped the drool from his lip and looked around the dingy place. Rolling his feet out of bed he didn't even remember laying down. He had closed his eyes for a second and that was it. He must have been more tired than he thought. Sean put his feet on the floor and leaned over on his knees. Rubbing his eyes he groaned and looked at the clock. It was 1:13am. Some crackhead next door must've been making noise.
Sean banged on the wall with his fist. "Keep it down crackies!" He shouted through the paper thin wall. He got back a hearty reply of "Fuck you!" Then something settled into his mind that made him stiffen. Didn't i come here with some chick? He looked around. There were two beds in this room and the other one hadn't even been touched. It was still turned down and the blanket neatly folded around the edges. He didn't hear a shower running. He looked around for his things and saw that his satchel was missing, and his keys. His bike keys were in the satchel.
"Fuck!" Sean said scrambling to his feet. He made it to the door and ripped it open. The parking lot was dark. The moon in the sky offered little light to play with. The court was surprisingly large but there were some looming shadows creeping along the sides of the buildings. Streetlamps offered shallow pools of opportunity to dive into. Some asshole in the parking lot had left his headlights on. That was helpful. The high beams cut across the parking lot and cast a nice, crisp shadow of a tree on the soft earth. It wasn't a whole lot to work with, but there was always dark energy. But that was always such a bitch. Sean's mind was frantic. He was searching out shadows around him while searching for the girl.
He could barely remember what she looked like. Damn, he wasn't really paying attention. To him a skirt was a skirt and he hadn't expected to keep her around long anyways. He was going to leave her stranded the first chance he got, but seems like she had beat him to the punch. Karma was a bitch and she liked to take cheap shots apparently. Sean barred his teeth and growled as he went storming off into the night. She had a few moment's head start on him. He was snapped awake into this chaos, but it took a few moments for his mind to filter what was happening. He was not really a morning person. There! He spotted her running and she had his damn satchel.
She had been cutting across the parking lot. Sean looked at her, then looked at the car with the high beams on, parked under a streetlamp. Sean seemed to vaporize. He whisked into a fine mist that exploded in a puff of smoke. Only the smoke was black. The smoke seemed to bleed into the shadowed sidewalk and he was gone. Vanished. Like David fucking Blaine! He had entered the shadow dimension. Everything around him was swimming and out of focus. Strands of black matter and tendril strings stretched out all around him. He had lots of practice here. The shadow dimension was a scary place for sure. It looked the same as the real world only slightly different. There were subtle differences at play.
For one it looked like the world had been set on fire and rebuilt with it's ashes. Everything lost it's color here. Everything was saturated and just a little washed out. There was no sound here either. Sound did not exist in the shadow dimension. Even if Sean were to scream right now, it would be suffocated and gone before it left his throat. Sean was standing on the sidewalk. The world was turned upside down so he felt as if he was standing on a ceiling. In this, this opposite world, this shadow dimension. This land of shadows. Closing his eyes briefly he thought about the car. When he opened his eyes he was standing next to it. Moving between the shadows like a harbinger of bad news. The shadows stretched out for him like beacons of light. He slipped inside the car and bled back into the real world.
Sean was back now. In a matter of seconds he entered the shadow dimension, a place of horror and suffocation; and shadow traveled to the shadow by the car. Now he was behind the wheel gripping it with a grin. "Okay bitch." He said with a sneer. Sean wasn't a mean nasty person. He just didn't like to be stole from. He hotwired the car quickly. She was still sneaking her way across the surprisingly large parking lot. The car roared to life. Thankfully the headlights being left on hadn't nearly killed the battery. Then suddenly, this once empty vessel was screaming it's way across the parking lot. He pointed the car right at her like a missile of rage and revenge. Sean hit her with the car going 66mph.
Sean did not know she was a mutant, but she wouldn't have been the first person he killed. He wasn't a bad guy, he just wasn't a very good one. It came with the life of a criminal. Some times you just have to end someone to send a message. The message at play here was 'Give me back my fucking money!' Sean was amazed to see her body fly through a brick wall. The car was stalled. The gurgle of the engine coughed before it died away. Sean sat there groaning. Oh damn, that hurt. He thought. There was a cloud of dust and debris around the car. He took a moment to push the door open and fall out of the car holding his ribs. "Fuck!" He groaned again.
Last Edit: Apr 25, 2018 14:11:42 GMT by Silver Shadow
All she wanted was out you know. Something better and making sandwiches was getting her nowhere. She heard and felt more than she wanted. She tried to yell out stop but her body went flying and she hit the brick wall. The bricks fell on top of her and she lay there. After what was three minutes or so, she tried to lift her arm up but it was broken. That was the price you paid when your own weight landed on top of you.
She turned her head wondering no longer who she was dealing with but what. He was like her she felt, only a very bad man child verson who had not gotten enough hugs when he was younger. She felt her head throb and once the ringing slightly subsided she groaned and that was when she heard the language. She still just seen dust and debris. She thought it looked cool, there she was losing focus again, but honestly it looked cool. It even made her feel a bit 'Dick Tracy' like.
She felt a little bad about him hurting in all truth, but hell she was hurting too. She stupidly made her way over and wobbily got to her feet, mostly thanks to the part of the wall that was still somewhat standing.
"Sean,"
Her fake friendly tone was gone. The only way the sound of the S of his name could have been any harder honestly would have been if she were a snake. Lucky enough for him she was not but she was angry. Mostly because of her arm. She had forgotten was pain was, real physical pain but right now she was feeling it and it was her good arm too. She was sure tears would flow if they were not already but now was no time to lean on anyone's shoulder.
She held up the satchel and her arm buckled, causing her to drop the satchel itself. She used her foot to kick it over to him.
"I have never been the type to kick a man when he's down,"
she said as she squatted down to get in his face.
"However I do think there are cases where exceptions are made,"
Post by Silver Shadow on Apr 27, 2018 16:19:31 GMT
Sean groaned again as he tried to push himself to his feet. Damn steering wheel went crashing into his ribs. He stumbled to his feet and took a deep breath. The wind pushing into his lungs almost sent him screaming. "ARRRGH!" He cried and fell against a wall. The girl, correction.... The thief kicked his bag over. Sean took a few more heaving, gasping breathes as he leaned against the wall. Sean leaned down and scooped up the bag. As if he didn't trust her he counted it. His greedy fingers moving through the bills and his lips moving at a mumble as he counted somewhat out loud.
His head thudded against the wall when he was satisfied. A few more breathes. That crash took his breath away and he was having the damnedest time catching it again. "So.... You some kind of mutant?" He asked finally. His words had a slightly judgy tone. Even though he himself was a mutant, and a very special one at that. Sean sighed. He felt kind of bad. I mean come on! He just hit her with a freaking car! Still, she kind of deserved it. "You on the run or something? Let me guess boyfriend?" Sean started to laugh and that sent a fresh searing shot of pain through his battered ribs. "Grrwagh" Karma's a bitch.
Sean slumped down and allowed himself to sit on the floor. He had to ease his way down to the floor because his body was wracked with pain. He was no mutant with the ability to heal. He had no super strength or even bone claws. He walked in shadow. He could open portals to the dark dimension and cyphon dark energy out as he needed. He couldn't be hit by a car and sail through a brick wall. This chick scared him a little now. Though his poker face was pretty good. He smiled at her with a lopsided smile. The right side of his face pushed up in a smile. The left side stayed normal. When all he wanted to do was roll his eyes and groan.
Sean propped his knees up. He dangled his arms off his knees and just stared at this girl. "What the hell you running for? You don't seem to fragile." He said. He hadn't noticed the broken arm. Not that Sean was the type of guy who would have cared. Equal rights meant equal fights. He wasn't the type to take it easy on you just because you were a dame. Everyone bleeds the same color. He was just a different kind of shithead. After a few moments of internal debate he sighed again. Reaching into his satchel he grabbed a stack.
$10,000 in one neat little bundle. He tossed it to her. It sailed through the air like a heavy Frisbee and plopped right in front of her among the debris and rubble. "You got balls chick, I'll give you that." He laughed again. Sean pushed himself to his feet and looked around. "Wait is this a...." Oh shit, this was a bank. The silent alarm triggered as a piece of brick had went through one of the windows. Outside lights were flashing. "This is the police. Come out with your hands up!" He heard. And here they were with a bag full of stolen cash. Not stolen from here, but it still didn't look good for them at all.
Last Edit: Apr 27, 2018 16:20:35 GMT by Silver Shadow
She was trying to think as she heard all the questions. She wished that she had paid more attention to the details because right now it was killing her to try and think back. It was the first time in a while she felt something close to stupid. There had to be something, one thing that stuck out. The bike? No. The jacket? Sort of, hell maybe he just like tacky symbols and decorations.
As she thought she pocketed the money. She needed to get to Mexico. She went to go answer when he stood up. Well that had been fun now she could go home.
"Aren't you one? I have never seen hair that shade. It's more like a running to. Look I get it, you're not into shit that lasts long term so you roll, and that works for you. Not for me though, at the very least I deserve to be under a shade tree. So I am running to Mexico, not beause of a boy but for myself. I don't want to end up 50 like you and be so sour."
She laughed because THAT was funny.
"I know it's hard to see, but one day you're going to look back and you're going to say.."What happened to Trisha? Not because you care but because even closed off grand-daddy's are like cats. Curious."
She started to put her hand on his shoulder as a way of saying 'nice knowing you,' but she did not and that was when she heard the cops and seen the lights. Nope she looked awful in orange, blue, yellow, any color that could be a pastel shade. She was excited though, about the possibility of breaking the law and then she took a minute to actually look at Sean. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His whole freaking demeanor screamed "I have been to jail." Sure he didn't look like he cared about going back but..she was going to kick herself in the morning for this.
"You're a jerk."
She let that linger in the air for a second as she watched the lights.
"However, you're not a jerk who goes to jail, at least not tonight. I mean you did hit me with a car which was AWESOME!, but it's no reason to go to jail."
A distraction would be good. She looked back out at the lights and started to take her shoes off because she was not sure that she could run in them but if she left them that would be evidence. First smart thought she'd had all day. She swooped her hair up in a ponytail and backed up. As she did, she finally spoke.
"I'll distract them and you can escape."
She said as she slowly began to move her shoes against the ground. She was behind him now and that was when it dawned on her. She needed to time it so that when he turned around and looked at her, she would be running at him and he would hopefully choose to throw her than to possibly risk the chance that her power would fritz out and not throwing her would put both of them in more pain than they were currently.
"Either they are going to get us or we need to get them. So Sean, take a deep breath, turn around, catch, and throw."
Why she was coaching him she had no idea. In the end if anyone died from this it was going to be her. She said nothing else. She was headed straight towards him, when she realized she forgot to add the me on the end of throw. Oh well he'd get it hopefully. The hardest part for her was either way she was going to have to trust her body not to fail her.
Post by Silver Shadow on Apr 28, 2018 15:00:44 GMT
Sean had no idea just what the hell she was talking about. The only thing that was running through his mind was grab her and drag her to the shadow dimension, you can both hide there. Only it was risky. He never liked to go to the shadow dimension in places he wasn't familiar with. Outside it was fine. Outside he had no problems. He knew eventually the sun would kiss the cement again. Eventually the sun would come out and give him long, sturdy shadows to dive into like swimming pools.
It was unfamiliar buildings he didn't like. If he vanished to the shadow dimension and all sources of light were cast out.... He would be literally trapped in that hell. With no shadows to jump back to in the real world he would be forced to stay in shadow land. It's the one reason when he was locked up he hated solitary confinement. Shoved in a room with no light, no windows. Only himself, the dark and his thoughts to keep him company.
Sean was off in his head when he noticed she was taking off her shoes. Jesus had she been talking this entire time? He wondered. He barely heard half of what she said. Something about running to Mexico. That was stupid. What the hell was she going to do in Mexico? Sean thought of his Club. The Fool's Dice Club in Detroit. Shit there was no point in being away from home if the cops were chasing here too. At least there he had backup. "What are you doing?" He asked grumpily. She didn't answer, she only continued giving instructions. She wanted him too.... THROW HER?!?!? For a moment he was confused. Then he thought about the brick wall.
Sean looked to the cop cars outside, there were three or four of them out there at least. Some asshole on a bullhorn was shouting instructions. "Come out with your hands up! You are completely surrounded. There is no point in drawing this out. You are going to jail. Don't make us drag you out." Sean smiled. Shadow dimension be damned. He wanted to see this. He would love to watch the local law enforcement play the role of bowling pins while this chick played wrecking ball. Sean reached in his jacket and pulled out a cigarette. He took his time. She seemed to be working up her nerve. He assumed breaking the law didn't come natural to her.
Lighting his cigarette he took one last glance at the cops outside. The red an blue flashing lights were swirling around everywhere. They sent wild shadows dancing off the trees, off the sidewalk. It would be like a game of hopscotch if he bled into those shadows. He could teleport between those moving siren lights on his own, but dragging someone behind him would have been a pain in the ass. It was much safer to deal with non moving shadows. Especially ones that moved that fast. Sean reached up and took a puff of his cigarette before ashing it on the floor and putting it back in his mouth. Smoke drifted around his head. He looked like an angry dragon with silver scales. "Okay you ready?" He asked. His voice slightly muffled by the cigarette bouncing on his bottom lip.
Without thinking he turned around and grabbed the girl as she ran towards him. She was so light. He was surprised how light she was. It was like picking up a child. This can't be right. He thought. He threw her as hard as he could. He wanted maximum damage. Maximum carnage. Sean was surprised that his ribs didn't even hurt from that. He just threw a fully grown woman out the window like she was a children's doll and hurled her like a missile at a swarm of police cars. "What ....The.... Fuck...." He said.
Sean couldn't god damned believe it. His cigarette, still lit fell from his lips. It hit the floor and kept smoking by his feet. Sean watched in utter amazement. He moved closer to the window. The cops seemed to be distracted alright. Sean didn't even have to fear getting shot this close to the window. The cops were much to worried about what was going on out there. Streaks of blue, then red ran across his face; across his hair. Sean stood there blinking several times. "Just who the hell was this chick?" He wondered.
She was never ready but she did not really have time to answer. She was just going to say how fast he threw her was adrenaline and she sailed hard through people, so hard as a matter of fact that when she finally landed she fell threw the windshield of a cop car and landed in the front seat. No more hopping on motorcycles with random strangers she noted to herself.
That was when she noted a wet liquid. She thought for a second she had pissed herself but luckily not. How embarrassing that would have been. She lifted her leg up and felt across her foot and then took a small sniff of it. Gas. She closed her eyes and for a second she started to pray but honestly she was not sure if she believed in that.
As she lay there she hoped that when she got up, Sean was gone. As she sat up she felt dizzy. Extremely so and the back of her head was warm. She rubbed it and felt glass along her scalp. That was new and then she felt the blood.
"Uh..."
It had to come out. It needed to come out.
"Uh..."
Her personal world was spinning. She was losing it and that was bad and worst of all she did not know if she could shake this dizzy feeling. Push through the pain, drink margaritas and shots later and soak in the sea. She fumbled with the door and finally got it open. Wobbly she made her way back over to Sean and thankfully her hair had came down so she could hide the glass.
Just don't panic
It was all she kept telling herself. No panic and she did not have to worry about accidentally pushing the glass any further into her scalp. Once she was back she bowed and circled Sean.
"There will be more police on the way, you should go your way and I go mine. It's been fun and everything but come on hi-five up top to celebrate. You know you're slightly impressed, and yet I have no idea what you are capable of. It's..."
Hot. Hot.
She looked down. Was that smoke? She watched as the trail from her pants leg had left a circle around them. She watched as a small bit of the smoke and ash from Sean's cigarette caught blaze slowly starting to spread. She wasn't exactly in her right mind what with hitting the windshield, taking in gas fumes, so when her panic began to set in she carefully reached up and pulled the piece of glass out from under the back of her scalp. It hurt like a son of a bitch but she felt threatened.
"Let's see what you're made of,"
she said as she turned her hand inward, glass inside of it and tried to dense up. She was indeed trying to punch him but all that came of it was nothing. Body and mind fail. Her hand went straight out and missed his face. She dropped that piece of glass which was even more bloodied now. She slowly gritted her teeth and held out her hand.
