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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2013 15:06:59 GMT -8
 please remember how awesome sylph is Skid Row. To say Ronni felt at home there wouldn’t be a lie, but it definitely wasn’t the truth, either. It was where she spent most of her time—with others like her and her dad. She always thought herself above these people, though: she had a van. All they had were cardboard boxes and maybe a tent. No, her and her dad were better than these losers. She had semi-clean clothes, she went to school and was fed, her dad was getting jobs. . . . She was better than them. Ronni couldn’t keep the disgust off her face as she maneuvered around them, trying to get to where her little van was stashed just on the outside of what was considered “Skid Row”. At least here they didn’t have worry about being stared at. She could walk around and no one would think twice about a little girl wondering around—well maybe they would, but they wouldn’t come in here and deal with people crowding and begging for change. Well she thought so, anyway. For a second or two Ronni stopped her progress through the dirt streets and looked around. She brushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes and took a deep breath. School had gotten out a while ago, but she still wasn’t ready to go home. Her and her dad’s van was just a few more blocks away, but she didn’t want to go back. Sometimes he wasn’t there, anyway. Especially if he was out looking for work, and it was safer for her to try to come home later during the day to ensure he would be there. But he was always in the same spot. If they weren’t in a hotel, anyway. But her dad was out of work for the past few weeks, living only off of what work he could get off Craigslist. It was enough for food at least, and occasionally laundry and of course gas, but that was only if he got several jobs in a row. This week they’d had just enough for gas and some food off the dollar menu of McDonald’s. Her expression darkened and she continued to look at the people around her, then she snorted and turned on her heel. She would find someone to con, some store to steal something from. She didn’t feel like she needed anything in particular, but maybe she could gather enough stuff she’d be able to head down to the beach, set up a blanket, and hawk her wears. But what? Any good jewelry was locked up and she didn’t have the crafting skills to make anything worth selling. Well whatever. She’d find something. Maybe work on her pickpocketing. Ronni bounded over a couple of guys lying down and headed toward the street where she could hear some cars. As soon as she rounded the corner, though, she smacked into someone and nearly fell over. Naturally, her angry flared and she rounded on them. “Hey watch where you’re fucking walking, asshole.” words: 505 tagging: open timestamp: May 6th, 4:15pm notes: do not exceed one line |
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 14, 2013 22:05:22 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: may 6th, 4:15 pm.notes: awww yisss. Skid row had been his home for a time, but soon, very soon, he'd be out. He'd be free--or might be free anyway--and he'd have a real place to sleep, even if it wasn't his own. The idea was tantalizing, and like a mirage for Moose. He was afraid if he got too close, it'd vanish into nothingness.
When he'd first gotten out of jail, he'd felt hopeless. There had seemed to be no option at all for anything. He'd needed a house to get a job, needed a job to get a house. It had been a vicious cycle with no way out. Strictly speaking he had to have an address, but his parole officer had taken pity on him and fudged the details in exchange for Moose checking in. He'd been good with it, had checked in every other day or so, and all of a sudden, things were looking up.
Of course, 'looking up' was largely relative. He'd seen several people die and now had a blue magic dragonfly that sat on his shoulder anywhere he went, but he also had a job. An honest to goodness job that paid real money officially--not even under the table. His parole officer had looked genuinely proud (if somewhat doubtful) when Moose had explained that no, he really did have a job.
He might even have a chance at an actual place to sleep, even if that was more of a possibility then anything. The rest of the time was spent napping on a bench not far from skid row, so having a bed was an appealing possibility.
He wasn't quite out of the woods just yet. He still was living in skid row day to day, and most of the time he wasn't working he could be found there. He was, to say the least, a presence--there weren't many six foot ten men running around, and he was easily recognizable to anyone who'd spent much time in the area, even if few spoke to him.
Still, he looked almost out of place at the moment--in something that wasn't exactly a fancy suit, but was clearly a work suit--a thousand times more formal then what he'd worn before, and if not for the dragonfly, he'd look almost like a respectable person, even with the scar across his nose.
That wasn't to say he was entirely unused to life in skid row, so when someone turned the corner and slammed into him, he didn't immediately apologize--he instead scowled and sized himself up, fully expecting a confrontation.
As it turned out, it was unnecessary. He paused, then relaxed, the tension leaving his shoulders. She was young, and Moose couldn't even hazard a guess to how young. He had next to zero experience with children, and as far as he was concerned, she was a child. He reached down, holding out his hand to help her up, largely ignoring how harsh her words had been.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 17:23:00 GMT -8
please remember how awesome sylph is It was like running into a very solid wall, and by no small miracle Ronni managed to stay upright instead of falling flat on her ass—with a little bit of help from the jerk she barreled into. He tugged lightly at her arm to keep her upright and she took a small step to get her center of gravity straight, but she didn’t appreciate being touched. Soon as she had her balance, she tugged her arm free of the calloused hand holding her and turned to reprimand him from touching her, but the words momentarily caught in her throat out of surprise—she was standing in front of a monster of a man. She felt as if she’d seen him before on her sparse visits to skid row, but always from a distance. Ronni never really thought that a person could be so big. He wasn’t just tall, but he was big. Like professional wrestler big. If she kept looking up at him much longer, she might develop a crick in her neck. Though only 15, she was still pretty short for her age. But it didn’t matter. Her tongue knew no boundaries. Ronni snorted and straightened her clothes. “Watch it, tiny. You might fucking break something if you don’t pay attention to where you’re fucking going,” she harrumphed. When it came to picking fights, Ronni did it with anyone—not necessarily on purpose, but it happened. Her confrontational nature and sharp tongue usually wound up getting her into more trouble than she liked. Once more she chanced a glance up at him, narrowing her eyes. If he thought he was going to intimidate her, he was sorely mistaken. She could take him—she was sure. Out maneuver the giant. . . sure he was big but if he couldn’t get his hands on her then fine. “What are you even doing here?” she continued. Once her anger was flared—and her ego slightly wounded—it was hard to stop her from saying whatever first came to her mind. Her eyes glanced over the business-casual suit-thing he was wearing. “Don’t you have some fucking pencils to push in some cushy little office somewhere? Feel like slumming around with the shit here to make yourself feel better?” words: 377 tagging: moose timestamp: May 6th, 4:15pm notes: do not exceed one line |
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 17, 2013 22:21:11 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: may 6th, 4:15 pm.notes: notes. Moose didn't try and keep a grip on her. He didn't really like people touching him, and he wasn't going to try and touch anyone else unnecessarily. He simply hadn't wanted her to fall, so when she tugged back, he released his grip, letting his hand fall to his side. He wasn't all that surprised that she was doing what almost every other person on earth did when they got close to him--gawking. Sure, her mouth wasn't open like some, but it was damned obvious that was what she was doing--staring in wonder at just how damn big he was. Moose had never met anyone as large as him, and while he was aware they probably did exist, he was fairly sure they didn't live in LA.
Strictly speaking he was wrong, but he didn't know that at the moment.
When she responded, however, Moose was caught entirely off guard. His eyebrows went up, as if unsure he'd heard correctly. Had she just called him 'tiny'? It wasn't the first time someone had called him some variation of 'shortie', but generally the people who did so were over six feet and capable of at least lasting a single punch. Meanwhile, the girl in front of him was damned tiny herself. If he sneezed too hard she might very well end up dead, and there she was mouthing off. To say she had balls was a pretty significant understatement, because by Moose's reckoning they had to be at least half the size of her body for her to talk that way to someone twice her size.
The fact that she not just warned him off, but actively made a jab at him caught him even more off guard, and Moose looked genuinely surprised before reverting to his natural scowl. Was she freaking serious? Sure, he was in a suit, but he sure as fuck didn't look like an office worker. Not with his scar or his size, let alone that things were a bit tattered around the edges.
"Fuckin' live here ya little brat." Moose could get mouthy with the best of them, even if he was generally good natured, and despite the fact that the girl couldn't be older then sixteen (if that), it was bringing back all sorts of old instincts. In prison, if you sat down and shut up after an insult like that, they'd walk all over you. While the girl was absolutely zero threat as far as Moose was concerned, he wasn't just going to let her shoot her mouth off.
"Should watch that mouth of yours in this area, or someone'll take it off."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 11:17:05 GMT -8
please remember how awesome sylph is Ronni’s jaw tightened enough to make her teeth hurt when the inevitable retaliation came. The guy was huge, but it was too late to turn back now. She put herself in this mess and now she was going to see it through till the end—he was bigger than her, and though it was stupid to think so, part of her subconscious figured that he wouldn’t turn violent. But she expected it nonetheless, her muscles tensed and ready to avoid a swing. Ronni even took a slight step back, fists raising slightly to fend him off if need be. Her eyes narrowed slightly as his claim—he lived here? Well—no yeah she could see it now. She’d been too irritated before to take much of it in, and her deductive reasoning skills weren’t that great to begin with. But she could see it—the big scar across his face, the suit that didn’t quite look as pressed as it should—in fact, it looked quite similar to the one her dad wore to interviews when he was feeling like getting a job. So maybe—yeah she guessed he could live here. Still, she snorted with mild disbelief, but said nothing more on the subject. His next slight could not be taken silently, though. If there was one thing she hated the most, it was being told to watch her mouth. Who cared if she said a few choice words? They were just words—sure she used them to insult and belittle, but it was their own god damned fault for taking it so personally. “I’d like to see any piss-ant fucking try,” she snapped at him, managing to keep her voice steady. Anger tended to override any other emotion when things got bad—it was her default emotion, and fear tended to just make it worse. She wasn’t stupid—this guy could seriously harm her, and he certainly looked like the kind of guy who had seen some shit and done some things. The reasonable side of her mind was telling her to just apologize and walk away. . . but she wasn’t that reasonable of a little lady. She chanced a glance around her. “These fuck-ups are nothing, I can take ‘em.” words: 374 tagging: moose timestamp: May 6th, 4:15pm notes: do not exceed one line |
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 19, 2013 17:12:44 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: may 6th, 4:15 pm.notes: notes. Moose was entirely, one hundred percent confident that if he wanted to, he could take her down a notch. It wasn't just bravado--he'd been in fights before, and she was just so damn tiny. Being small and fast only got you so far when Moose's reach was probably longer then she could jump back without overbalancing, and when she got all fight ready, he simply crossed his arms and scowled.
Good god she was a cocky brat, wasn't she? "Better not let them hear that. I might not beat a kid, but some of em will." Because no, he wouldn't hit a girl. He'd probably hit a woman, considering he hadn't been brought up to put women on a pedestal, but kids were downright weird to him, and he knew how protective inmates were of kids. Murdered six people? No big. Were in for doing anything to a kid? Better not let anyone find out you did, because if they found out you'd spend the rest of your sentence in protective solitary.
"You really don't know when to hold your tongue, do ya?" He asked with a little sigh, the dragonfly on his shoulder buzzing it's wings.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 9:56:44 GMT -8
please remember how awesome sylph is Ronni unclenched her fists but didn’t loosen her stance at all—if it could even be called a stance. It was some mix between ready to bolt and ready to pounce. So he said he wouldn’t beat up a kid, but could she really trust this guy? Would he really not try to hit her? At some point, it seemed to Ronni, everyone tried to hit her. “I’m not a fucking kid! I’m almost old enough to fucking drive, you ass!” she hissed back at him. Oh her hackles were raised now and she could feel her face heat up, and that just made her angrier. She found her hands balling into fists again. “I don’t care anyway! Let them come!” Her chest heaved with every angry breath as she tired her best to control herself. Ronni knew for sure that she wouldn’t win a straight out fight with this guy and she was loathe to even go at him, but her angry wasn’t helping, and his condescending, higher-than-thou way of looking down at her (though it was probably just the fact that he was two of her in height) was just pissing her off. She wanted to punch his scarred nose and teach him a lesson—she was tiny and she was young, but she was feisty and could hold her own. Right when she was ready to tell him to piss off and get on with her life before she did something that got herself killed, a flash of movement caught her attention and she glanced at it—then took a double take. Her eyes narrowed and she lifted a finger. "Hey, jackass, you got a huge-ass bug on your shoulder,” she snarked, as if it was possible that he didn’t know it was there. words: 297 tagging: moose timestamp: May 6th, 4:15pm notes: do not exceed one line |
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 24, 2013 20:38:25 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: may 6th, 4:15pm.notes: notes. Old enough to drive? Jesus christ she was young. He let out a little snort at that, amused as all hell that she was using that as a plus. He leaned over slightly, not trying to be condescending but being it anyway. He really, really couldn't help it.
"I'm old enough to be your fuckin' dad, so there. You're not even legal and you've still got one hell of a mouth on you." Jeez, didn't she have a parent to wash her mouth out with soap or whatever? She sure as hell needed it. A good thorough... mouth-soaping? What the hell did you even call that? Did people even do that these day?
The dragonfly's wings fluttered slightly as it was mentioned, seeming wary of the finger. It needn't have worried--even if Ronni jumped it was unlikely she'd be able to smack Moose's shoulder with any degree of force. Nevermind that he'd shove her away if she tried, because his 'not going to beat up a kid' didn't extend to stopping her doing things that would get them both killed.
"Yeah, I know. It's like a pet." He said with a shrug, the dragonfly's wings fluttering once more. It was obvious enough to Moose that she didn't like being called a 'pet', but no one was going to think he was sane if he described her as his own personal magic watchdog. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 11:29:23 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Ronni’s face reddened further and she took another step back as he leaned toward her, getting back into the defensive. What was she going to do if he attacked her? He said he wouldn’t, and it would be stupid to attack her in the middle of the day out in public—not that it didn’t happen. Thugs didn’t usually care who saw them do what—but she could never be sure. She could never be sure of anything. Not out here.
But she shouldn’t milk it. She shouldn’t push his buttons. She knew it, but Ronni just couldn’t help herself. At least now—now she had a distraction. He was on a different tangent, but she still mad. Very, very mad. If he’d just been a little smaller she probably would have kicked him already. In fact, she still might kick it. Lord knew she certainly wanted to. Very badly.
“A pet?” she quipped, staring at the bug in question. She shook her head and narrowed her eyes up at him. What a fucking weirdo. “A pet is a dog or a fucking cat. Maybe a hamster. Not a. . . a fucking bug.” Sure it was sitting on his shoulder about as calmly as a parrot, but maybe he just smelled like flowers or something. She didn’t know. She didn’t care to find out what he smelled like, either.
It just didn’t make any sense. A bug. As a pet.
“It’s just gonna fucking die in a few weeks. Bugs don’t live very long, genius. You gonna cry if it does?” she taunted him, wiggling her head slightly and gritting her teeth. Why was she baiting him? Maybe she wanted him to hit her. Not even she could tell anymore.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 26, 2013 20:16:04 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: may 6th, 4:15 pm.notes: notes. Moose was not very good at either subtlety or lying. When forced to lie, it was almost always obvious that he was doing so. Being subtle was another thing he was atrocious at, and the bug wasn't exactly something he could lie about. Hell, he didn't even know the answer to half her questions.
As it turned out though, answering those he did know would serve a secondary purpose. In jail, no one wanted to deal with the crazy ones. The ones that acted erratic, the ones you couldn't predict... well, they were better avoided. It just so happened that the explanation would make him look crazy, and then maybe she'd fuck off.
"S'actually some kind of weird magic bug. Talks in your brain. She's got some other powers she's mentioned, but hasn't really used any of 'em around me. She's not really a pet either--taking care of her for her dad, and in exchange he won't make me a snack when he comes back." Or at least he was fairly sure that was what the deal was. The insect's wings buzzed slightly at the mention of her father, not at all liking Moose talking about that.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 20:26:02 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Her anger seeped from her bones and she actually relaxed the majority of her muscles. Even her eyes, formerly narrowed in suspicion, widened slightly into a blank expression as she stared at this very large man in a suit talk about some magical talking dragonfly-bug thingy. Her eyes shifted occasionally to stare at the little stain on his shoulder, as if she was trying to imagine it. A she—he knew the bug was a chick, or was he just so fucking lonely he pretended it was a chick?
His rant ended and she found it hard to believe there was anything large enough to eat this man. Fuck, the guy looked like he could go toe-to-toe with a fucking bear and come out on top, but he was stuck—allegedly—taking care of some stupid bug so he wouldn’t get eaten?
What did he take her for, a moron?
She echoed her own thoughts, speaking slowly and enunciated—as if she thought the guy was a fucking retard. “Do you think I am fucking stupid? If the damn thing is some fucking magical fairy from the land of Oz, then fucking prove it,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. Magical bug—the guy was obviously a fucking fruit loop, but she was going to stand there and let him take her for a fool. No, she was going to stand there and make him prove he wasn’t crazy, or prove him wrong.
Oh how she liked being right. In fact, Ronni just loved winning in general.
Ronni lifted her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for the inevitable excuses. Waiting for him to start spouting off reasons about how it has to be raining in order for her to hear it, how she has to be older, how she has to be a good little girl, or any number of ridiculous excuses as to why it shouldn’t work. Then she’d just laugh at him and leave.
Fucking idiots. She just hated stupid people.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 29, 2013 9:16:22 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: same.notes: notes. To be quite fair, he'd sort of expected her to back away slowly. That was actually the right thing to do when you encountered someone who was talking about magic talking bugs and giant monsters that could eat him. She didn't though--she just rambled about how he obviously thought he was fucking with her, and how he was an idiot, and so on and so on.
Only he wasn't making things up--and while he might have been stupid, he wasn't wrong about this. More importantly, he was going to call her bluff. He reached up, holding his hand up and nudging the bug into his palm. He didn't even wait for permission, just bent over a bit to set the bug on her shoulder--and then opted to protectively cup his hands around the bug, fully expecting her to freak the hell out.
Which he supposed was a reasonable reaction, but he was still right. "Fine then." He declared, letting the dragonfly sit herself down. "You can talk to her Aura."
And the bug did. It was strange and alien, having someone's thoughts in your brain that weren't your own, but with a particularly feminine mental voice, the little bug offered a quick 'hello'. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2013 0:14:46 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Being touched wasn’t Ronni’s favorite thing and she hesitated, recoiled, at the first sign of his approach, but she held still enough. The fact that he had somehow convinced a fucking bug to crawl up into his hand was enough to pique her curiosity and keep her from kicking him and running off. She still couldn’t help but lean away from him the closer he got to her, though.
Despite his hands being roughly the side of her whole head, he was gentle enough and she felt a tiny little weight on her shoulder that made her instinctively want to brush it away—the unmistakable feeling of a bug landing on you. The big guy made it unbearably clear that he didn’t want the little bug harmed, though—he kept his hands at the ready, forming a big meaty shield around the stupid thing to make sure Ronni didn’t hurt it.
Well, whatever floated his boat.
Ronni knew people really loved their pets, but the thing was a fucking insect.
Her skepticism was instantly crushed. Her flight or fight instinct was aligned more toward fight, but when she didn’t know what she was up again—when something so foreign it was alien happened, she was more inclined to freak the fuck out.
When a voice that wasn’t hers, a thought that she didn’t not have, wormed its way into her inner-most brain, it was more than she could really handle. A short burst of noise—something Ronni would never admit was a scream—came sharp from her mouth and she lifted her hands, swatting and shoving until she was falling back. Moose had taken all precaution to save the little bug, though, so it would probably be just fine and dandy.
But Ronni—well who knew about Ronni.
“What the fuck what the fuck!” she exclaimed, gathering a bunch of looks from people around her. She had managed to stay upright but had scrambled several feet away from the big man and his alien bug. One hand was raised, index finger pointing at the bug. She only managed to get one thought out for the next several seconds though—“What the fuuuuuck!”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 3, 2013 17:47:50 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: same.notes: notes. Moose was not very good with people. Sure, he could talk with them, and sure, he was decently good at working out who was going to fight and over what, but people themselves were a mystery. He had a very, very limited view of how people reacted, and what they were capable of. He was forced to rely on a tiny, extremely biased subset of the population when he tried to work out how people would react, and it skewed his perception noticeably. Most people would react like Ronni had when presented with a bug that could speak into your mind. To Moose though, he'd simply assumed that most people would act like an inmate would--acting like it wasn't a big deal, like they weren't really bothered. To him, while a talking bug was weird, it wasn't earth-shattering. It was no more bizarre then the idea of being able to search things on a phone and find things nearby. Weird, yes. Earth shattering? No.
The moment she screamed, Moose jerked back, taking Aura with him a bit more roughly then he'd intended. He'd probably have to apologize later, but for the moment he was mostly concerned with making sure she didn't get killed. He set her on his shoulder carefully, watching the girl with a tiny bit of genuine confusion. She was reacting way worse then he'd thought, and she was drawing more attention then he liked. For a moment, he considered cutting his losses and bolting--but that would just look incriminating, and after a moment he let out a grunt.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2013 9:48:00 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Though she tripped a tad over an upraised section of sidewalk, she stumbled back to stay on her feet, eyes locked on the large man and his pet talking dragonfly. Her eyes were wide and her heart was beating frantically against her ribs, threatening to just burst right on out of her chest and flop on the sidewalk. Eventually she backed into a lamppost and couldn’t back away from him any further.
Ronni’s gaze finally flickered back to the big guy and she stared at him, open-mouthed. “Calm down? You want me to fucking calm. Down?!” she snorted, lifting a hand to point accusingly at the stupid bug. She sounded absolutely flabbergasted, and his nonchalance was making everything worse. “It’s a fucking insect! It shouldn’t be doing fucking anything!”
Her little outburst was drawing eyes, and some people stopped for a second. She glanced around and decided this was not the kind of attention that she wanted.
She glanced around and hissed through her teeth at a jogger that had stopped. “Keep fucking moving!” Her voice was practically a shrill cry and those who had stopped to watch quickly dispersed, immediately figuring that it was just some crazy teenager on drugs or something.
This was not okay with her. Not even a little bit. The guy was trying to be smooth, calm. Trying to keep her from making a scene, but it was his own god damn fault. If he had been telling the truth all along, he should have dragged her somewhere more secluded. What had he really expected? Did he expect her to be perfectly okay with a talking bug? Did he think everything was going to turn out peachy keen and she wouldn’t absolutely lose her mind over it?
Well then he got what was coming to him for his idiocy.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 5, 2013 11:20:58 GMT -8
tagged: ronni. date: same.notes: notes. He really had thought she'd be mostly okay with it. Most of the people at the mansion were still grappling with it, sure, but none of them had outright screamed like she had. Or technically they had, but those people had quickly been eaten, and all the survivors had managed to push it to the back of their minds and let themselves focus on things that were more important, like not joining the screamers in a bugs stomach.
It was a small consolation that she herded people off, and the majority of them seemed to disperse. People didn't like homeless people, and while Moose could pass as average, a scrutinizing look would reveal the truth to anyone who cared to look. Once people realized that, they were quick to scoot away from the utterly massive homeless man, heading to safer pastures.
That was fine with him in this case, and he let out a little grunt. "Yeah, expect you to. You're actin' like a little fucking girl." It was, after all, just a talking bug, and the fact that it went against every single thing the average person was taught didn't occur to Moose. "She talks, it's not a big deal. She isn't going to eat you or any shit." |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 9:52:51 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Forget the fact that Ronni was indeed a little girl. The fact that this asshole decided that this was a perfectly normal thing was throwing Ronni for a loop. She thought he had been fucking crazy when he had first told her his pet bug talked, but then it happened to be that he actually talked—and now he was crazy because he thought it was fucking normal. Like she should just accept the fact and then move on with her life as if her whole world hadn’t been turned upside down.
Ronni did not enjoy new things. A talking bug? Definitely a new thing.
New things were bad.
She lifted an accusing finger and glared at the man. “That is not fucking normal and you standing there pretending it fucking is doesn’t make you look fucking cool! That’s not supposed to happen! You’re not supposed to have a talking bug! You’re not!” Her voice was getting a little shrill, and her mind could not wrap around anything at that moment except that this was crazy, she was normal, and he should start acting normal, like her.
“I deserve a fucking explanation!” she hissed, pushing off from the pole she was backed against and marching straight up to the yeti of a man. Ronni stopped a few feet from him and placed her hands stubborn on her hips, one hip cocked out to the side. She had her attitude on and she wasn’t going to give up until she got the information she wanted.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 9, 2013 16:01:10 GMT -8
tagged: character. date: date and time.notes: notes. Moose was at least vaguely aware that animals weren't supposed to talk. Sure, he hadn't realized a six foot tall bug wasn't normal, but animals did not talk. Even he knew that, despite how few animals he'd actually encountered. Animals didn't talk, and the fact that Aura did outed her as something else entirely. If the girl had been someone with any sort of power, she'd probably be taken away and experimented on, but he genuinely doubted that a smart mouthed homeless girl was going to be able to do that.
"Keep your voice down." He snipped, glancing around the alley. Even if she was arguing with him, voice going shrill at times, most people had already decided that they weren't interesting enough to draw any attention. If she got any louder--or if she kept up as she was--that might change, and Moose absolutely did not want that. He could only stand for so much attention, and he let out a little huff. She wasn't going to like any explanation he gave, but it wasn't his nature to simply lie about things, even if lying might have theoretically come out better. He couldn't begin to come up with an appropriate one though. Nothing would explain it.
"There's not one you're going to like." He said with a shrug. "Met her dad, wasn't a nice guy, he told me to take care of her and show her around, so I am." Which was an extremely accurate summary that still managed to leave out the fact that the bug had threatened to eat her, and had also scarfed down several other humans in the meanwhile, taking even more as prisoners.
"Dunno what you even want from me." Because if it was an explanation that made sense, she wasn't going to get it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 11:41:36 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- This guy.
This fucking guy.
Ronni shook her head, growing more and more frustrated. It was only a matter of time before she started kicking this guy, hoping that the pain would clear his dense skull. He didn’t seem to understand what she was saying at all, or maybe he was being purposefully enigmatic. Whatever it was, Ronni did not appreciate it at all. Her stubborn stare turned downright venomous at his repeated explanation and her eyes squinted just a little bit. She hated it when people treated her like this, like she couldn’t handle anything they told her. She was practically an adult now!
She certainly wasn’t a child, anyway! Ronni just wished people would stop treating her like one. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so damn angry all the time.
Did he think she was stupid? “You already fucking told me that. I want to fucking know why. Why does the stupid fucking thing talk? Why do you have to take care of the piece of shit? How it is fucking possible that it talks, let alone have this ‘dad’ that could fucking eat you?” she sniped, sniffing slightly with contempt. Her voice had at least quieted down for now, but it was only a matter of time before she started shouting again.
Especially if this big bear was going to continue to be uncooperative.
How could he have possibly thought she meant anything else than that? In her world, the real world, bugs didn’t talk. They weren’t big enough to eat people and they didn’t give human ultimatums. Humans smushed bugs beneath their heels. They didn’t make deals, they didn’t let bugs pick on them. Bugs were insignificant little stains on the world. Anything she was told otherwise was unbelievable and needed to be explained away. She needed they whys and the hows. Not a story.
Impatiently, she started to tap her foot and her hands moved from her hips and just crossed her arms over her chest. There was going to be hell to pay if he gave some crap excuse like “that’s classified.”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 10, 2013 16:35:02 GMT -8
tagged: character. date: date and time.notes: notes. Well fine then. He hadn't wanted to give more details, hadn't wanted to get into exactly how fucking horrifying it had been, but no, he was going to now. If she wanted to hear it, then so fucking be it.
"'Cuz her dad's some kind of giant alien bug. Took over a mansion, ate a fuckton of people, and then was going to eat me. Tried to talk it down, and I guess it worked because it didn't know what was going on, so it gave me her to keep an eye out and... dunno. There's a word for it." The word in question was 'scout', but for the moment he couldn't remember it. Realistically, he wouldn't ever remember it, unless someone said it around him. It was simply another lost word, and not one he'd heard since the accident.
Now what else hadn't he answered? He tapped his foot, letting out a little grumble. "It's... I dunno, magic or something. Said it could do something like that anyway. Water or something." Which was perhaps the least elegant explanation ever. "So, I guess magic." He said with a shrug. All things considered, it was a horrible explanation, but still answered her question, and did so truthfully. |
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