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Aug 19, 2018 15:50:44 GMT
Post by Megan Check on Aug 19, 2018 15:50:44 GMT
[googlefont=Meddon] Megan Check [break][break] [break] L ife as a bookworm really did take a toll on your social life but Megan never seemed to mind. Even with her nose in a book that made her miss most social events, She was at the top of the social hierarchy in college and it was mostly because she was just a nice person. To every single soul she met in the place whether it be the head cheerleader or the stoner burnout behind the bleachers. Which did explain why her group of close friends were all opposite ends of the social standing. Even with that being said the group always put aside that just to go out and have fun on the town. Tonight Megan had just picked up a book she had read many reviews about. Knowing it was a weekend and her friends and roommates would all be gone to some party. That meant the house was going to be hers alone or so she thought. Instead her friends kidnapped her and after much nagging and complaining from them, Megan caved to their wills. She found herself dressed in a tighter fitting little black dress and dolled up into what her friend called hot. Staring in the mirror and feeling so much like a fish out of water while the rest of them got ready. Heading towards the door as she was basically shoved into a car and soon they were leaving the campus grounds. Little did she know this party was heading out of the capitol and to a not so nice sector. When they arrived at their destination, Megan was ushered in by her friends and as they took of to dance she found herself at the bar. Honestly she never had a drink in her life and she was just sitting there awkwardly. Some handsome stranger walked up and offered to get her a drink and she accepted quickly. Megan always saw the best in people and never thought anyone would have bad intentions.When the man returned with her drink she sipped it as they talked and within a short amount of time she found herself extremely light headed. everything in the building started to spin so she excused herself believing she just needed air. Outside the club she leaned against the wall of the building on a empty side street. Her friend from inside made his presence known and started getting a little to friendly and forceful. "Please, Stop..." It was weak protesting coming from her and it did little to persuade the man from letting his hands wander. [break] [break] [break] ✿
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Aug 19, 2018 16:47:43 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Aug 19, 2018 16:47:43 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | Buster stood out on the shadowy part of the alley. Looking on from the shadows he watched as people in their saturday best casually walked across the street to club. Buster had a lit cigarette between his lips. His eyes half close, half interested in the goings on around him. This was sector 1. Home of the dirt bags and middle class. IF you lived here and still found the urge to waste your time at the club scene then you were too lonely and desperate for your own good.
Buster shook his head. He wasn't here for champaign drinks and the chance to chase a little skirt. Usually he didn't have to try that hard to find companionship. He didn't have to go that far to find trouble either. This was sector one. Trouble found you no matter where you went. Cops liked to harrass honest hard working criminals like himself on a daily basis. "Fucking idiots."
Buster said shaking his head. They were all dancing and drinking their ways into early graves. Buster checked the time on his wrist. He had two hours to live, but that's how it had always been. Buster liked to think of himself as the king of the gutter rats. It was a self given nickname to describe his status among the other scumbags and assholes that festered in this city. As far as thieves went, he was the best.
Buster never had a lot of time, but he scrapped and salvaged enough time to keep fighting another day. It was kind of scary living this dangerously. If someone were to knock him unconsious right now and he was out for a few hours... He would never wake up because he just didn't have that much time left. There was something cathartic about living on the edge at all times. Not that Buster didn't want to have more time. He did. He just wasn't born with that silver spoon up his ass.
Crossing the street Buster took the cigarette out of his mouth. A cloud of smoke surrounded his head in a shadowy veil of mysterious intention. His boots clicked against the cement as he cross the street, bathed in glowing light of passing cars. Buster didn't even bother to look up. One car honked at him for crossing the street during a green light. Buster flipped him off with a wave of his hand and non of his interest. Buster flicked his cigarette away. It bounced and rolled into the storm drain as he stepped up onto the curb. Just outside the club, there was shadow. A good deal of it. Sector one never fixed the broken street lamps on this street.
A nice burnt out bulb provided him with all the darkness he needed to discretely pull a jimmy out of his jean jacket and strart popping the lock of a car door. Buster wrestled with it a moment before hearing the door pop open. Buster slipped his slender frame inside the sports car when he heard some comotion. Buster turned his head. Eyes half closed and with a mildly interested expression he watched some guy getting shot down by some blonde. He honestly didn't care. A moment later and he would have turned his attention back to the car but it was the way she stumbled that caught his eye. She was obviously drunk, not all there and this perv asshole had his hands running all over her.
Buster watched the struggle a moment longer. He had a screwdriver in his hand. He was about to jam it into the ignition. Now he was thinking about jamming it in this prick's eye socket. Buster slipped out of the car and stood up. Moving over to the scene he was loud, abrupt and didn't even bother to hide the irratation in his voice. "Hey! Asshole. Leave the lady alone." Buster stared at the man blankly, a vacant expression on his face said that he was unimpressed. "Go fuck yourself little man." Buster clicked his tongue along the inside of his mouth. "See.. That sounds like disrespect." Buster stabbed him in the knee with the flathead screwdriver. His lips close to the man's ear. "I hate disrespect."
Buster was a violent little asshole with a point to prove. Being smaller his whole life, and having been to prison (twice) He knew that sometimes you just had to find the biggest toughest guy around and make an example out of him if you wanted people to take you seriously. He had a bit of a repuation around the sector, but he was no criminal mastermind.
People knew him as Buster even though his name was Benny. Buster Fleetfoot. He moonlit as a leg breaker for Michael Garbazi. A low level street thug and wanna be gangster. He was Garbazi's msucle and collector. "And since I'm such a fan of respect. Why don't you apologize to the lady?" Buster asked quietly twisting the screwdriver. "AHHHHH OKAY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!"
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Aug 20, 2018 18:55:15 GMT
Post by Megan Check on Aug 20, 2018 18:55:15 GMT
[googlefont=Meddon] Megan Check [break][break] [break] T alk about really regretting your decision to listen your idiot friends and leave sector one. This place was definitely not the capitol because the crime rate there was at a steady zero. Mostly because criminals tended to be publicly executed for most offenses so they stayed away. Now she was just trying to get out of this situation but the more she fought. The more the drugged alcohol pumped through veins of the small framed blonde. One final attempt to push him away worked well enough for her to slip away from the wall. Though she didn't get far before stumbling and hitting the ground like a bag of potatoes. The man was following with hands undoing a belt on his pants but he didn't get far. Some guy stepped outta no where and took down her assailant in a rather vicious way. If her mind hadn't been so foggy them she might have been afraid of this little man. The guy screamed apologies but she was to out of it as her hay blue eyes glanced at buster before she collapsed. Everything was black in her mind and the only thing bright in the dark street was the time on her arm. Over two hundred and fifty years silently ticking the less impressive minutes away. An engine could be heard pulling onto the scene and a flashy black '67 Chevy impala pulled up. When the door opened and the engine shut off, Lulu stepped out of the car along with Jackson who was the left chair at the top of her table. Lulu moved over to Megan who was passed out on the ground and gave a nod to Jackson who picked her up. "Hey slim. Bring your new friend in the back door, I need to have a chat with both of you." Lulu spoke in a soft but yet demanding tone as she gave a playful smirk to buster. Mouse who was already at the club came out the back door where they carried Megan into. He stayed and made sure the string bean of a guy and the rapey asshole didn't just vanish into the night. Then again just about everyone knew Lulu and of her reputation for violence so normally they fell in line like good soldier ants. Inside the club Jax placed Megan on a couch in Lulu's office and laid a blanket over her. Lulu grabbed some water and other meds to help the girl when she finally did wake up. [break] [break] [break] ✿
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Aug 20, 2018 21:57:48 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Aug 20, 2018 21:57:48 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | Buster didn't hold any sympathy for handsy assholes who thought it was okay to basically molest some chick outside a club. It didn't fall in line with his code of morals and values. His drunk of a father never taught him shit about how to treat a lady. And if Benny was going by his example he would have used them like cheap whores and beer fetching retrievers, but he wasn't his old man. In fact he lived his life in the exact opposite direction any chance he could.
There was a time when Benny would have killed for the old man's approval. Back in his younger days when he saw his father as something that could still be respected. The drinking and the boozing only got worse over time. The more he got to know the man the less he had come to respect him. Benny had become Buster under the tutiledge of Michael Garbozi.
Refuted gangster and middle of the road chump with ambitions bigger than his tiny grasp could achieve. Still, Buster got his name for how savagely he could beat you down or tear apart your home or business. Ironically every time he was taking a swing at a guy he was actually swining on his father. Buster had a lot of rage buried deep down in his tiny chest. So when he saw some asshole clearly in need of a beatdown he tended to drift too far into the lane of out of control.
Buster was a leg breaker. A stickup man. A matchstick man, Flim flame guy, con man, getaway driver. His resume was very impressive and if you tried you probably couldn't find a bigger piece of shit floating in the cesspool of sector one, but he had loose morals and a code that he wouldn't dishonor. Number one don't mistreat dames. It pissed him off when he saw someone treating a dame with anything less than respect. Benny had lofty ideals about respect and when it should be given and when it should be TAKEN by force. Respect was what glued him together.
Suddenly the srewdriver twisted and went limp. Buster turned his attention to the girl on the floor as he didn't care what happened to the asshole anymore. Buster would rough you up, but it wasn't like he was a killer. He didn't have a body count to his name just anger issues and a reputation for being unreasonable. The man, who's name was Howard; fell to the floor sobbing. Buster didn't pay him any mind as he leaned down over Megan to check on her.
Suddenly some musclehead freak scooped her up. Buster turned to protest but stopped when he saw Lulu. His jaw went slack and he narrowed his eyes to two little slits. His fists clinched as his eyes moved over the expensive furs and diamond jewels hanging off her like elegant trappings. His eyes wandered to her time. He wondered how much free time a woman like this had. His mouth hung open when he saw the whopping number. Even worse still the unconsious girl with the blond locks had just as much. He felt suddenly insecure about his hour 42 minutes he had remaining and subtly covered his wrist.
Ms. Fancy ass fur wanted to talk to him. Buster's expression never changed. It was a soft, vacant stare that seemed to be more so daydreaming about something else than actually listening. He did tune part of what she said out. What she was saying to her body guard.
He did however catch that she wanted a chat. About what? What the fuck could she possibly want from him? Buster watched them disappear into the crowded club. After a few moments he shrugged his shoulders and followed them inside. Moving his way through the crowd he realized eyes were on him. Everyone was still dancing but their eyes lingered in his direction. He was meeting with the Queen of the hive. Buster had no fucking clue who Lulu Milton was. He had only vaguely heard of the fools. That one time that they beat the shit out of one of Gabrozi's 'delievery men'.
Buster moved into the VIP section and looked directly at Lulu. He didn't waste time being polite. "Can I fucking help you with something?" He spat with almost a Brooklyn acent. Having to raise his voice with his irratated tone to be heard over the loud club music. |
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Aug 22, 2018 16:33:24 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Aug 22, 2018 16:33:24 GMT
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For the most part lulu let her club patrons enjoy themselves in her many clubs around sector one. It was all about having fun and she was sure that the buildings had the residue of drugs everywhere. As long as everyone was agreeable then she didn't care about random hook ups in the bathrooms and what not. One thing she would never tolerate was some man getting handsy with a girl he drugged. The fact was after her past, Lulu had a very short fuse for rapist and molesters. This sweet and innocent looking blonde was obviously far from home.[break][break]
The amount of time on her wrist was impressive and lulu tucked it under a blanket so others didn't see. Moving to her office chair and taking a seat, Her stiletto clad feet propped up on the desk as one of the bartenders brought drinks int the room. The girl didn't stay long and thankfully left before Buster and the creep had been escorted in. Jackson was at her side whispering in her ear info he had about buster and his low level creep of a boss. It was cute to think that some bottom feeders still existed out there. [break][break]
Blue eyes carefully watched Buster as he had a seat and rudely spoke out. There was a smirk on her lips that was nothing but smug as she leaned back in her seat and downed a shot. Lulu liked to observe people and get a good look deep into their eyes. This guy was supposed to be some enforcer employed by this garbanzo bean guy. Honestly the kid didn't look like much but William didn't either when he joined. "Well, Lets just cut right to business shall we. Mouse take our creep of a friend and get rid of him. Im not much in a revenge sort of mood tonight. Jax, You can head back out and meet your girl and ill call if i need anything."[break][break]
Both men were good at following orders even if reluctantly to leave. It was no secret that Lulu could take care of herself so there was no reason to worry. "So i hear your called Buster and that your work for whats his face. Well you've just had a change in employment baby. You work for me now and when i call you answer, Got it?" Lulu spoke as she pulled out her phone and dialed Mr. Garbazi. "Yes mister garbonzo. This is Lulu...Yeah thats the one.....Look just wanted to inform you that Buster wouldnt be coming back in to work tomorrow.....Yeah he works for me now, and im sure you understand that its just better if you let it go......Good boy, Nice chat."[break][break]
Hanging up the phone she pulled out a burner from the desk and tossed it to buster. When he caught it she noticed the mere minutes he had on his wrist and she rose from her seat. Moving around the front of the desk her hand took his with a tight grip. His minutes turned into hours and then further into days. Now he sat there with a months worth of time and she leaned down to his eye level. "Consider it a sign on bonus." Leaning forward she kissed his cheek before moving towards a box in the corner.[break][break]
Grabbing out a prospect jacket, She turned and tossed it to Buster. "Now I have my night to get on with so hows about you stay here with sweet face and make sure she gets home okay. " Lulu spoke as she gave a final wave to Buster while walking out the office door. If the kid knew what was good for him then he would just fall in line like a good little pawn. Otherwise she would have him hunted down and drained of time.
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Aug 22, 2018 19:44:52 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Aug 22, 2018 19:44:52 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | Buster stood there unimpressed. There was a subtle roll and tilt of his chin towards the door, as he cracked his neck in frustration. Cartaledge popping loudly in the dead air. Moments seemed to flutter on into hours as everyone stood quietly after his rude outburst. Lulu leaned back in her chair smiling. Buster's eyes were annoyed, narrowed.
He wore the look of someone with not enough time to give a shit about whatever show she was putting on for him right now. The muscle, the strutt. She was hot shit alright. He could smell it on her as she strolled by. Perfume pushing through the air smelling like a million bucks. A fragrenced aftertouch of being there, and that tiny bottle of miracle probably cost more than Buster's rent.
Buster was surprised when she addressed him by name. She knew who he was. It wasn't really shocking to know that the thugs and players in this town knew him by reputation...... Buster rolled his shoulders with a confident shrug. A smirk dwindled it's way on to his face. For a few moments his ego steamrolled him and had him walking in blind to what was about to happen. Buster's smirk faded as she called Mr. Garbazi and basically talked to him like her bitch. His mouth even hung open a little, slack jawed in surprise. Everything he thought he knew about the world of gangs and violence went out the window when he realized he was just a big fish swimming in a small pond.
"I.....Whaaa......But...." Was all he could stammer. Buster was dumbfounded as Lulu tossed him a jacket. He caught it and held the leather fabric between his fingers. New, untouched leather, catching the light and leaving a silver streak across the face of a laughing reaper. Buster stared down at the face, the words stitched into the leather that said "Prospect...." This is how Buster Fleetfoot got tangled up with the fools. This is how Buster came to know this strange and wonderful, sometimes scary woman named Lulu. More importantly, some might even say most importantly; This is how Buster met Megan.
Buster looked up from the jacket in his hands to the feeling of someone clutching his wrist. He watched his short time jump up, days! Weeks! Buster looked at her eyes wide and surprised. Who the fuck was this chick? Surely if she was a pusher or a player, he would have heard about them.... He thought that Mr. Garbozi was a shark swimming in deep waters. Turns out he was a guppy in a pond. Buster didn't know shit and his connections didn't mean much of dick. He was a nobody in this world. Some scrawny beanpole ass kick with slicked back hair and chip on his shoulder.
Buster didn't even have a chance to say antthing before Lulu was waving him off and storming out for a night of fun and freedom. Buster turned and saw he was alone with Megan. The room grew very quiet, very heavy. Buster sighed. Moving to the corner he stuck a cigarette in his mouth and loomed around Lulu's desk. Did she just want him to wait here? In her office? Buster lit up the cigarette and figured he could at least see if she'd come round. Maybe she just bumped her head or something.
Buster tried to tune it out. The fact that he had done something for someone else that wasn't selfishly motivated. He took a puff of his cigarette with a calm and collecied breathe. That was Buster. No matter the stress he was always calm and collected. Like there was something about that deadeye vacant stare that he did. It was like he was figuring you out in his head. Buster glanced over Megan's form. Her body slouched awkwardly on the couch... Half curled up and half hanging off the couch. It didn't look graceful. Her arm was hanging over her head and slightly over the edge of the couch arm. Buster blew out a cloud of smoke.
She was something else to look at! That was for sure. Her soft curves and soft skin. Buster allowed his eyes to wander a moment before they flicked to some other uninteresting shit on the bookshelf in front of him. Buster's eyes were dull and bored as he purused the new bosses reading interests. He was wondering what the fuck he had gotten himself into. He looked down at the jacket for a moment and slipped it on. It sat sloppily on his shoulders. One shoulder poked out a little behind the cover of leather. His hair pushing straight up in the back, Buster bit his lip and rolled his eyes back towards Megan.
Buster moved over to Megan on the couch. She looked like a fucking lightweight to begin with. Maybe she was just a feather who got a little too wet. Buster whistled. "Pst! Hey! You okay sweetheart?" Buster said tapping her cheek lightly trying to get her to wake up. Buster wasn't exactly mannerful or tact. He wasn't the go too guy when it came to sophistication and class. Buster snapped his fingers a few times in her face. "Baby girl, you feeling alright? Where you live honey? Im'a get you home." Buster tried talking to her but she was kind of out of it. "Okkay.... We're just going to take you to my home."
Buster slung her arm over his shoulder and hoisted her to her feet. She was groggy and dazed, but could walk a little.. Buster looked around both ways after peeking his head out of Lulu's office door. The loud club music bounced off the walls and seemed to be punching him in the ears. This music was terrible. "Come on honey, not leaving ya drunk in shitty club surrounded by horny raver douchebags. Upsy daisy!" He said hoisting her arm again so she wouldn't slouch. Buster ubbered a ride out of there and back to his shit apartment a few blocks away.
It wasn't a terrible neighborhood, but he wouldn't recommend his neighbors check their mail at night. Buster pushed the key in the door and opened the door. He was greeted by a cold wet snout. "Get back Boscoe! We got a lady here." There was whines and cries for attention from the dog before he wandered lazily into another room to find something soft to lay down on.
Buster laid Megan gently on the couch. There were magazines upturned on the floor. Pizza boxes and dirty boxers on the floor. A few dvd cases for adult movies sat on the coffee table next to an ashtrayed blunt and a few empty beer bottles. The lights flickered and consisted of a pale greenish flurescent nightmare of a shade. Buster scratched behind his ear. Picking up a beer from the counter Buster brought it too his lips.
Taking a sip He looked at Megan while leaning on the doorframe. He grabbed a shirt from the floor and covered her up. It said "Sitting Pretty." And had a pair of lips on them, covered in lipstick. It was a woman's shirt. Who's Buster wasn't really sure. One of the girls he had over this week. Probably. He didn't have any spare blankets.
Buster sighed feeling guilty he brought his bedroom blanket out to the recliner. He tossed his shit in the chair and carried Megan to his bedroom. He covered her up with the sheet and left the door cracked. Buster headed back out to the living room and passed out in the chair around the 6th beer with ESPN highlights playing in the background. Flooding the room with soft light.. |
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Aug 23, 2018 14:19:26 GMT
Post by Megan Check on Aug 23, 2018 14:19:26 GMT
[googlefont=Meddon] Megan Check [break][break] [break] E verything was black and fuzzy in her mind as she slept for countless hours in a drugged state. Figures that the first time she gave in to her friends and left the capitol. something bad would happen to prove her right about how dangerous it was. Still you couldn't preach to her friends and make them believe anything. They called it living on the wild side and she decided they had just lost their minds. When buster tried talking to her and waking her, It barely worked. Sure her eyes fluttered open and she tried to explain where she lived but just muttered words came out. All this time later she finally did come to again and everything was still super fuzzy. No memories of anything that had happened and unfamiliar surroundings put her minds into a huge panic. Sitting up and feeling the world still spinning for her didn't really help matters much. Her clothes were still on luckily but there was a rip in the skirt of the little black dress. Megan was straining her blacked out brain to try and figure out what happened to her the night before. However her attention turned when something wet dripped onto her hand. When her blue eyes finally cleared for her to see well, It was a large fluffy dog. It seemed friendly and happy to see her as she scratched its ears. "Well Arentchu the cutest doggy I've ever seen." A smile appeared on her face as she glanced around the room. The paint and wallpaper, They peeled and cracked like they were trying to escape such a horrid life. Quickly she felt her sides and check to make sure she still had all her parts. "I guess no one stole my organs, so that's a plus." she spoke to the dog who just tilted his head to the side. Sliding out of the bed she found her shoes sitting there beside the bed. Leaving them there and moving towards the soft glow and sounds of a TV playing. There was a man passed out watching tv, Some sports show just made background noise as she got a closer look. He looked kinda familiar but everything was a pretty big blur. Her fingers touched his shoulder as her face lingered inches from his. "Hey mister, Wake up." Her voice spoke softly but it seemed to have no affect. Her eyes darted around the dark apartment and found her purse on a table. Grabbing it and pulling out her phone to see all the missed calls and texts from both her parents and friends. They were all worried because she didn't come home and her parents probably had half the capitol out looking for her. A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced back over at the man. Wandering into the little kitchen and opening the fridge only showed her some beer and old take out food. Obviously this guy wasn't home much or maybe he was trying to grow his own penicillin. Using her phone she ordered some actual food from some near by pizza shop and had a seat on the couch. Megan wanted to make sure that they didn't actually like sleep together or anything. For most of her life she had some fantasy about waiting until she was married before that. Then again she had literally zero experience with men and was to afraid to try dating again after her ex. The gentleman her parents liked but the obnoxious handsy douche behind closed doors. The more she thought about who mad her parents were going to be. It made her want another drink as she patiently waited for something to happen. [break] [break] [break] ✿
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Aug 23, 2018 15:21:16 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Aug 23, 2018 15:21:16 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | The rattle of the beer bottles in the fridge woke him. Not the soft call of her voice, or the timid presence of her standing over him, but the sound of the bottles rattling in the fridge door. Buster allowed a snore to rip through him as he jerked awake and looked around; dazed, confused. Pushing down the recliner he turned off the tv and dropped the remote on the coffee table.
He fell asleep in his clothes. Tight black jeans and a black short sleeve t-shirt where the sleeves were rolled up halfway up his shoulder. He usually kept a pack of cigarettes tucked in the rolled up sleeve. Sometimes he kept a cigarette tucked behind one of his ears. Even when he slept his hair was slicked back and tidy.... Buster ran a tired hand through his hair just to make sure. A yawn errupted from him as he staggered around the coffee table.
He had forgotten about the little blond last night. He spent half the night getting drunk and piledriving himself into a nice heavy coma. Buster's bare feet shuffled along the carpet until he found himself in the kitchen. "Hey..." Buster mumbled as he moved past her. The idea of finding a strange attractive woman in his kitchen he didn't honestly recognize; didn't seem to be a new concept for him. Buster walked past her abruptly and opened the fridge. He grabbed the old Chinese food takeout and took it into his hands. It still had two chop sticks sticking out of the box. Buster leaned back against a counter as he began chop sticking his breakfast into his mouth. It was at least 3 days old, but it was food. It was fuel.
"How'd you sleep?" Buster asked with a mouthful of food. There was sloppy lip smacking sounds coming from the doorway. Buster looked to see Boscoe standing in the door almost looking like he wanted to yawn too. There was leftover meatloaf on a dirty plate in the sink. It looked like he had thrown away half the meatloaf by just tossing the plate in the sink and forgetting about it. Buster grabbed the plate and flicked his wrist. He plopped the meatloaf in Boscoe's dog bowl and picked up a half drunken bottle of beer and poured it in his waterbowl. He'd get him some actual water later but Boscoe had a morning drink with him most mornings, Buster hated drinking alone.
"Look you're welcome to crash here a few days, until you figure out what you're doing..." Buster didn't know this girl. He didn't know she came from a fancy Capitol life. All he knew was that she was in trouble last night and he saved her. If he could dance around her feelings and keep this strictly superfictial then fucking great.
Buster opened the fridge and got himself a beer and even handed one to Megan. Boscoe slurped up his beer as Buster unscrewed the cap and tossed it on the table. "I'm Benny by the way." He didn't give her his other name....Buster. He didn't know if she had heard tell of his reputation, but if she had by chance he didn't want to scare her. He sipped his beer and for the first time actually noticed how expensive her clothes looked. Buster paused before his next sip. "You from sector 2? You don't look like you're from around these streets mama." He noted with a smirk. |
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Love is Shady, Love is tragic
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Aug 25, 2018 13:04:12 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Aug 25, 2018 13:04:12 GMT
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Aug 25, 2018 13:37:17 GMT
Post by Megan Check on Aug 25, 2018 13:37:17 GMT
[googlefont=Meddon] Megan Check [break][break] [break] S tanding in some strangers kitchen waiting on take out was just a weird concept. Right now there were no memories of what had happened the night prior and she was hoping this guy filled in the pieces. Mostly she wanted to be sure she did loose something in some drunken blur of forgotten mistakes. Her skirt was ripped but she didn't feel like anything had actually happened and it would be a relief to know for sure. Finally there was movement and the loud thunk of a recliner closing. Shuffling feet and some half sleepy hello didn't make this less awkward. "I slept fine. Feel like i fell out a tree and hit every branch on the way down." Her soft voice spoke out as she watched him pull out the same crusty box of Chinese food from the fridge. The one that had turned her stomach and now he was just shoveling it down. The kitchen was already disgusting and she was feeling like some rats may come out and eat all of them. Watching his feed the dog and give it beer she frowned. "Beer is bad for dogs." The tone of her voice was more matter of factually than she wanted it to come out. "Oh I couldn't impose." Megan spoke as her polite way of declining his invite to stay. All she wanted was to find her way back to the capitol in the morning light and back to everything that made her feel safe. It was the only world she knew and as boring and mundane as it could be. That was just the way it had to be until she married some uninteresting rich guy her parents liked more than she did. Wasn't that how everyone lived their lives though? "We didn't do anything last night....right?" There was a natural blush to her cheeks as she let her gaze fall to the floor. "I'm living in the capitol. My family has a house in sector 2 though." Her soft tone spoke as she glanced at the counter to see a phone light up and vibrate. It wasn't hers but instead the phone that lulu had given buster. "Its a pleasure to meet you Benny. You know i had a goat named Benny when i was a kid. Mean as the devil but he was such a cute little mini goat." Laughing a bit as her blue eyed gaze fell back on the man with the slicked back hair. Perhaps being stuck in some strangers apartment should've put her on edge but then again she wasn't used to having to watch her back around people. "My name is Megan." She spoke as she heard a knock on the door and moved over to it. Pulling it open and and there was a less then impressed delivery boy. Obviously delivery someone food at almost am wasn't the best life choice. He quoted a price and her arm extended to take his and transfer payment. The green numbers lit up in the dimly lit apartment and she didn't think to hide the time from Benny or anyone. [break] [break] [break] ✿
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Aug 25, 2018 16:31:33 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Aug 25, 2018 16:31:33 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | Benny looked up from his Lo Mein at her matter of factly statement. A single eyebrow raised in curiosity as he tried to decide if she was serious. Boscoe even looked up from his bowl. Just having slurped down a good deal of beer and enjoying his modest doggy buzz. Boscoe licked his chops and stared at Megan as if to say 'Really motherfucker?' "Riiiiiight...." Buster said putting the Lo Mein on the counter.
"Not imposing, if i asked you to stay." Buster shot right back with a matter of factly tone of his own. There was a smirk dancing on his lips, there usually was. Buster was all ego and sass and he didn't mind being a smartass even to a perfect stranger. Buster's way was the right way of doing things, there was just no way of getting around it. He had found that when he lived by that rule and philosophy then things generally turned out okay for him.
Buster laughed at her next question. If they had had sex last night. "No. You would have remembered." He said confidently. "You came home from the club with melast night in Sector 1. Instead of taking advantage of a clearly drunk, and out of her mind young woman i let you sleep it off on the couch. I don't nail drunkies. No challenge in it. Anyways, you were pretty fucking smashed last night. Figured you could use a safe place to lay your head. What's a rich girl like you doing slumming in sector 1. You trying to get raped and murdered and have your time lifted?" Now there was a slight judgy tone coming from Benny, though he chuckled and shook his head as if he couldn't believe the size of her balls despite the fact.
The phone went off and Benny turned to it. He had almost forgotten about it. Last night wasn't just a blur for Megan, but him as well. He spent the better part of the night whispering sweet nothings to a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Alcohol has the curios effect of making you not remember much of shit. Benny looked at the text and sighed. He remembered that much at least.
Being bought outright like he was a fucking sofa at IKEA. He had to see Mr. Gabazi. This Lulu chick gave him a few hours to play with. And though Benny didn't mind the work of stealing cars, it was one of his regular gigs.....He had to clear this up with Mikey. Benny wasn't wearing his prospects jacket. Not at the mement anyways. He was just in jeans an a t-shirt. As the pizza came in Benny grabbed himself a slice from the box and grabbed his older jacket off the hook. It was brown leather and tightly fitting. No Fools logo, no fallen angels logos just brown leather. Benny was holding onto a piece of himself for a moment longer before he fully dove into the club life.
She told him her name as he was slipping his jacket on. Benny nodded at this new information. A slice of pizza crust between his teeth. Taking the pizza out of his mouth he nodded again. "Well, Megan. I see it like this...You got two choices. You can come with me and i can get you back to the capitol when i finish running a few errands, or....You can trust the ubers in this city and hope they won't just murder you for your time instead of driving you home. Either way.....I'm Leaving so if you're coming grab your shit lets hop too it. I gotta go see my boss." He said referring not to Lulu, but Mr. Garbozi. |
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Aug 30, 2018 19:59:17 GMT
Post by Chandra 'Nova' Pope on Aug 30, 2018 19:59:17 GMT
What doesn't destroy you, leaves you BROKEN instead note + tag
For the most part Nova was left to her own vices. Sure Lulu had made her a member when the club split but she wasn't really rushing her into having a body count. There were more hardened criminals to worry about those things but still she wanted to earn her place. So far she was only called upon when Lulu wanted to send a message by blowing things up. Tonight she had plans to go meet her new friend and also celebrity crush that she had met that night at Karaoke.
While she was getting ready a text came to her phone from lulu. There was an address and order to send a message. So once she was finished getting dolled up. Quickly she headed off to the first goal for the night. It was some nicer house with armed guards around it which made things harder. She felt her phone vibrate and pulling it out she answered quickly. "Sup?.....Yeah sure gonna meet you there in about 20 minutes... Aight later."
It was a quick conversation and she was already raising her body heat as she quickly approached the place. Guards were following but it didn't matter because it took a whole 7 minutes and there was a loud boom followed by fire and death to anyone inside. Then she vanished into the night to revel in the first kills she had made in the name of the club. Must've been super important if Lulu wanted these people dead.
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Sept 1, 2018 18:59:48 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Sept 1, 2018 18:59:48 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | The drive was quite mostly. Benny fiddled with the radio a bit, but there was nothing on worth a damn. Some band named The Artic Monkeys was on one station, he only had to listen to them for a few moments to decide that they were crap. Benny listened to golden oldies mostly. Do-wop hits from the 30's and 40's It was the only kind of music he vibed with. With a sigh he turned off the radio and cast a glance to the passenger seat.
His passenger, a slender blond with powder blue eyes and a Que-Pi doll baby face that could make a block of concrete melt. Benny ran his fingers through his hair as his arm rested on the edge of the open window. The wind whipped at his shirt sleeve. The silence was killing him. She hadn't said much of shit since they got in the car. She was a stranger, that was true but Benny just didn't tolerate shy girls very well. "What you don't talk or nothing?" He snapped rudely. There was a toothpick sitting on his lip. Benny swirled it around to the other side of his mouth and checked his rearview. There were a pair of headlights that had been following him since he left his apartment.
He decided to ignore it for now, but he kept his eye on it. His hand was resting on the gearshift. Shifting into the next gear his eyes split time from being on the road and being on the ridged stiff form of the slender blonde in the passenger seat. He had intervined on her behalf last night. He supposed that entitled him to a little fucking gratitude. Maybe a lot less ackward silence. "What was a girl like you doing in sector 1 anyhows? You slumming it just for fun? That's real stupid babydoll.
If I hadn't stepped in some rando asshole would have been wearing you like a hat last night." Benny wasn't expecting a thank you. Not really. Though it did annoy him that she seemed just as stiff and uncomfortable around him as she would have her assailant last night. He wasn't the badguy here. Okay, sure, he was a BAD GUY. But not to dames. Never to dames. He was the one night stand fantasy that every girl dreamed about. That handsome bad boy that you use to get back at your parents, or indulge in a little thrill. What annoyed him most was that she wasn't all over him like most women. It was a poke at his ego, and he subconsiously slicked his hair back over and over with one hand.
"Well, Capitol Princess....Let me make this one stop and clear this shit up and I'll have you back in your ivory tower in no time at all. I just gotta.....The fuck?" Benny stopped talking and the car slowed to a stop. Orange flames danced in the reflection on his windshield as he pulled up to Mr. Gabrozi's house. His private fucking house was in flames and the smell of burnt flesh stung at his nose as he stepped out of the car. Benny covered his nose with his arm and breathed into the crease in his elbow just to keep from inhaling smoke. "Stay in the fucking car!" He demanded when he saw Megan move to open the door.
Benny hurried back into the car in a frantic way. He fumbled for his phone and saw there was a new text. He was going to call Michael and find out just what the hell was going on.... There was a text from an unknown number on his phone saying that His 'former employer' just went out of business. Benny stared at the flames a few moments longer before tossing his phone in the cup holder and peeling out of there. Tires squealed and white smoke ripped out from behind the back tire as he turned the car around and roared down the street. "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?"
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Sept 2, 2018 13:32:39 GMT
Post by Megan Check on Sept 2, 2018 13:32:39 GMT
[googlefont=Meddon] Megan Check [break][break] [break] M egan felt a it awkward just standing in this mans kitchen alone. There was no memory really from most her night and she just hoped she didn't do anything regrettable. Sure he invited her to stay but how was she supposed to do that when it was just completely awkward. Her experience with men had only been from a previous relationship that she ended after a year. The guy couldn't keep his hands to himself and kept trying to push her into something she was not ready for. Worse part was she had to see the asshole who shared the same dorm building with her at school. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep off the sick feeling in her stomach, Curled up her her expensive silky sheets. Listening to him talk about what had happened made her just go quiet. Did she really get drunk and make a fool of herself last night? There was a bit of blush to her cheeks as she let her gaze drift to the ground. Suddenly he was talking about taking her home after he ran errands. Grabbing her bag she quickly followed him to the car and slid into the passengers seat. She was quiet for the most part because she was embarrassed by her behavior the night prior. The silence was broken by him flipping through radio stations and him rudely snapping at her. " You catch more flies with sugar than vinegar." Megan quoted her mom as her blue eyes darted over to him. There was a bit of a sass to her tone as she listened to his story of saving her basically. "Thank you for helping me last night. My friends made me go out with them last night because they always leave the capitol for fun. Guess i'm lucky to have such a gentleman step in to rescue me." Her words were in a soft tone that would actually force him to listen carefully over the music. When the car came to a stop her eyes looked to see fire and smoke rising from what used to be a house. Benny ordered her to stay in the car but she defiantly go out anyway. The smell of burning flesh made her wanna gag and when she found the arm at her feet, Megan made a quick run for the car. Benny followed her and soon they were on the road again. "What happened back there? We should call the police!" That was how she would handle this at home, but she wasn't really in Kansas anymore and todo seemed freaked out by what had happened. "Did you know those people?" Megan asked as she watched him check his phone and then go back to driving. Everything going on had her completely nervous and now she was afraid to go home. Was he in the middle of some criminal fight or something? Was someone gonna come kill her later for everything she had seen? Maybe this guy was going to take her to some back alley and kill her. Megan's mind was going crazy with bad plots from movies she had seen in the past. Maybe she should've taken that uber and took her chances. Crystal blue eyes watched the expressions on Benny's face as he drove and beneath the tough guy exterior she could see a bit of sadness. "I'm sorry for whatever friends you lost." Megan spoke up as she finally looked away and stared out the window. More silence filled the air between them as the grave nature of what had happened hung over the two. Despite the danger that she had now been thrust into. Megan felt more of a rush of life than she was used to feeling. Her daily routine before had been so mundane and now she was riding on adrenaline pumping. It was slightly exciting but she kept that to herself as the car carried them to whatever was next on the agenda. [break] [break] [break] ✿
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Sept 2, 2018 22:50:06 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Sept 2, 2018 22:50:06 GMT
tagged - ### - info info info | Benny's mind was going a million miles an hour. There were charred body parts littering the street and flames as high as the eye could see. Benny had seen his fair share of blood but nothing worse than broken bones and busted knee caps. Garbozi was small time in the grander scheme of things. He didn't have people killed. Besides it was bad for business. Dead people can't pay protection. And it's hard to spend money when you're locked up for conspiracy to commit murder.
"What?" Benny's voice was distant, distracted. What the fuck had he just walked into. His heart was pounding against the walls of his chest and his fingers gripped the wheel tightly. White knuckle anxiety throbbed in his hands. He was vaguely aware that blondy was talking. He was far too busy trying to piece together what happened. Couldn't have been anyone they pissed off. Garbozi had his enemies but as far as the law was concerned he was a pillar of the community. This shit was about to make waves.
His mind kept going back to the text on his phone. This obviously was the work of that psychotic little skirt with the bright blue eyes and the deadly smile. Lulu Milton. It wasn't a name he had ever heard before, but when you're a small time fish in a small time pound you don't often get to know the name of the thing that will turn you to dinner. Benny brushed his hair back as he ripped around a corner. Tires squealed and break lights sped through the dark. Suddenly a stupid suggestion sounded off. "You don't call the police on people like that. People like that have friends in high places doll. Best we do what we're told and lay low."
Another text came through his phone. The bright blue screen illuminated his pale face to let him know that he had one hour to get his job done or there were going to be consequences. They left only enough rope to hang yourself when you're a recruit. Lulu didn't honestly give a shit about Benny or his problems. If he pissed her off he could easily end up as the 'Garbozi special. "I'm sorry I got you into this shit." He mumbled. Benny looked in the rearview mirror. He couldn't tell if it was just his paranoia but he thought he might have been followed. It wasn't his paranoia. There was a tail on him to make sure he got his task done. This was quite simply a test.
Benny turned sharply around another corner and drove in the direction of a parking garage. Not one he had ever been too, but he was familiar with the neighborhood. He allowed his mind to wander. Frantically he thought about what came next. The bright glowing green time on his wrist seemed like a lie. It was more time than he deserved and any second he felt like it could be taken away from him, and he would 'clock out.'
Megan's voice was soft, almost sad. It was enough to get his attention. Benny pulled over in front of the garage and sat there. "Yeah, I knew'em." Benny agreed. His voice was soft too. Defeated actually. "But they weren't my friends. Just associates." Benny was lying. He didn't like anyone to see the hurt in his eyes. Especially some dame he barely knew. There was something inherantly wrong about weakness too him. A weak man is a worthless asshole. A quote from his father. Buster was lying about not being close with Mr. Garbozi. Honestly, he took Benny off the street. Gave him a job. Made something off him. Benny looked up to him as a friend and a surrogate father. There was quiet rage bubbling behind that vacant expression. "Let's get this shit done so we can go home." Benny said stepping out of the car.
The cool breeze blew his hair around as he stepped out. It was cold. Before he closed the car door he reached in the back seat and grabbed an old faded jean jacket. He put it on Megan's shoulders as she got out of the car. "Come on kid. This will be quick." He said.
Benny rubbed her shoulder a bit to warm her and sighed before walking ahead of her. It was a tiny thing, a moment he didn't give a second thought too, but that compassion and honesty in that moment probably meant more to Megan than he realized. Benny was in shock. He was swirling around in a sea of fuck, and his mind was in too many places at once. He wanted to vomit. He wanted to scream and punch something firm and unflinching until his knuckles bled. He wanted to go back to yesterday. |
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