Re: Hold your colour TWO: neon green con.creepyliciousJune 1 2012, 23:55:05 UTC
They break up for an hour to stroll around and while he's waiting for her by the car a vibrant green shirt catches his eye. The guy packing them up looks up, most likely because he feels Adam staring.
“Want it?” he asks.
Adam does, but Emilie has all their money. He didn't ask where she got it from. He's sure she wouldn't have told him anyway. “No.”
The guy looks him up and then and then smiles. He's just a boy, really, Adam thinks. “Yeah, you do. Tell you what,” he says, coming closer, “I'm gonna give it to you.”
“What?”
“It's a gift. I think it'll ft you.”
“I can't-”
“Don't be stupid. Take it,” the guy says, pushing the shirt at Adam and Adam takes it on instinct.
“Thanks,” Adam says, smiling.
“You are really-” he stops.
“Stupid?”
“Pretty,” the boy answers.
Adam laughs.
3~ “I hear his bike,” McCoy says, getting up. The King nods. Kid waits them out. He's not going to get up for this. Bilvy knows his way here. He'll be here in a few minutes. Kid can spare a few minutes - today at least. It isn't always the case. He wishes Ghoul would stop fucking around with Vicky and be here for when Bilvy sits down at the King's side. But of course Ghoul won't. These moments with Vicky are rare and far in between.
“You're back,” the King says.
Bilvy nods once in the King's direction. “Kid,” he says. Not hostile, but not friendly either.
“Bilvy,” Kid answers.
The King rolls his eyes at them. Kid can't even blame him for it. They behave like children. Not that the King doesn't enjoy this shit, Kid thinks fondly.
“Kid and his merry band of good-doers are looking for someone,” the King says as Bilvy sits down. His hair is a mess and there is sand and dust on his skin, but he still looks fucking pretty, Kid thinks.
“We see a lot of people.”
“Someone special,” McCoy throws in.
“Of course,” Bilvy answers. “So?”
“Tall, pretty, piercing eyes,” Kid says, because that's the best description they have.
“That's all?” Bilvy answers. “Could be me for all I know.”
“I wouldn't say your eyes are piercing,” McCoy says. Bilvy smiles, a slow and dangerous smile.
“Did you see new people at the market?” Kid asks.
“Fresh meat, you mean?”
Kid nods. It's not a nice description, but it fits. “Yeah.”
“A pretty girl with red hair and torn white clothes. She obviously was fresh meat, but I wouldn't have messed around with her.”
“We're looking for a guy.”
“A few,” Bilvy stops and cocks his head. "One had really freakishly blue eyes. I gave him a shirt.”
“Tall?”
“Yeah,” Bilvy answers. “And pretty.”
“Do you have a name?”
Bilvy shakes his head. “He's with the gorgeous red-head, though. Saw them drive away together. NO freaking plates, so don't even ask. They were heading into Leto territory.”
“So send them there?”
“They're good people and they can fix cars.”
As statements go, these are both true. Still, Letos, fuck. Poison messed one time too many with the older brother. Kid bets J. is still pissed at them. “What else should I have done? Send them your way? So you can do what?” Bilvy answers. Kid shrugs. It's no secret people die when they hang around them too long. He and Poison, are enemies number one. Ghoul and Jet Star too. Happens when you target BLIND facilities. Bombs and molotov cocktails don't make you a lot of friends.
“Chances are, he's not even your kid,” McCoy throws in.
“He's not a kid, exactly. He's a man. Might be your age,” Bilvy says looking at Kid. That's good news, actually, Kid thinks. At least the saviour isn't seventeen. “If he is our kid, Korse wants him. I don't think he cares about the how much. If he is what people say he is, more dead than alive will do too.”
“He didn't look like a saviour,” Bilvy says, and Kid doesn't wonder how he knows. Bilvy is smart. He catches on freaking fast.
“Poison doesn't look like he could fuck you up. Badly.”
Bilvy smiles. “Point. Try your luck with the Letos then.”
Fuck, Kid thinks again. He's pretty sure he and Jet Star will have to do that. Poison will be shot on the spot.
Re: Hold your colour TWO: neon green con.creepyliciousJune 1 2012, 23:57:48 UTC
~+~ Emilie is laughing at him. He knows it, but he doesn't care. He's grinning like a mad person. He has a brand new shirt and it has colour.
“And it only cost you a kiss,” she says.
“I got it for free. The kiss was...a thank you,” Adam answers. He's maybe still in awe a bit here, but who can blame him? It's not like there was much kissing happening in the camp.
“Right. So, you think we should find those Letos?”
“The car makes funny noises,” Adam answers. They can't afford to get stranded in the desert.
“We don't have much money left,” she says.
“We'll manage,” he replies, because what else is there to do? “Besides Bilvy said the shirt would get us a foot in the door.”
“I think it's a good thing you're pretty,” she answers.
“You're gorgeous,” he says.
“Shut up. You don't even like girls.”
“I like them okay. I just don't wanna have sex with them.”
She smiles and keeps quiet.
AN: This is getting ridiculously long...I might start to post links to my journal.
“Want it?” he asks.
Adam does, but Emilie has all their money. He didn't ask where she got it from. He's sure she wouldn't have told him anyway. “No.”
The guy looks him up and then and then smiles. He's just a boy, really, Adam thinks. “Yeah, you do. Tell you what,” he says, coming closer, “I'm gonna give it to you.”
“What?”
“It's a gift. I think it'll ft you.”
“I can't-”
“Don't be stupid. Take it,” the guy says, pushing the shirt at Adam and Adam takes it on instinct.
“Thanks,” Adam says, smiling.
“You are really-” he stops.
“Stupid?”
“Pretty,” the boy answers.
Adam laughs.
3~
“I hear his bike,” McCoy says, getting up.
The King nods. Kid waits them out. He's not going to get up for this. Bilvy knows his way here. He'll be here in a few minutes. Kid can spare a few minutes - today at least. It isn't always the case. He wishes Ghoul would stop fucking around with Vicky and be here for when Bilvy sits down at the King's side. But of course Ghoul won't. These moments with Vicky are rare and far in between.
“You're back,” the King says.
Bilvy nods once in the King's direction. “Kid,” he says. Not hostile, but not friendly either.
“Bilvy,” Kid answers.
The King rolls his eyes at them. Kid can't even blame him for it. They behave like children. Not that the King doesn't enjoy this shit, Kid thinks fondly.
“Kid and his merry band of good-doers are looking for someone,” the King says as Bilvy sits down. His hair is a mess and there is sand and dust on his skin, but he still looks fucking pretty, Kid thinks.
“We see a lot of people.”
“Someone special,” McCoy throws in.
“Of course,” Bilvy answers. “So?”
“Tall, pretty, piercing eyes,” Kid says, because that's the best description they have.
“That's all?” Bilvy answers. “Could be me for all I know.”
“I wouldn't say your eyes are piercing,” McCoy says.
Bilvy smiles, a slow and dangerous smile.
“Did you see new people at the market?” Kid asks.
“Fresh meat, you mean?”
Kid nods. It's not a nice description, but it fits. “Yeah.”
“A pretty girl with red hair and torn white clothes. She obviously was fresh meat, but I wouldn't have messed around with her.”
“We're looking for a guy.”
“A few,” Bilvy stops and cocks his head. "One had really freakishly blue eyes. I gave him a shirt.”
“Tall?”
“Yeah,” Bilvy answers. “And pretty.”
“Do you have a name?”
Bilvy shakes his head. “He's with the gorgeous red-head, though. Saw them drive away together. NO freaking plates, so don't even ask. They were heading into Leto territory.”
“So send them there?”
“They're good people and they can fix cars.”
As statements go, these are both true. Still, Letos, fuck. Poison messed one time too many with the older brother. Kid bets J. is still pissed at them.
“What else should I have done? Send them your way? So you can do what?” Bilvy answers.
Kid shrugs. It's no secret people die when they hang around them too long. He and Poison, are enemies number one. Ghoul and Jet Star too. Happens when you target BLIND facilities. Bombs and molotov cocktails don't make you a lot of friends.
“Chances are, he's not even your kid,” McCoy throws in.
“He's not a kid, exactly. He's a man. Might be your age,” Bilvy says looking at Kid.
That's good news, actually, Kid thinks. At least the saviour isn't seventeen. “If he is our kid, Korse wants him. I don't think he cares about the how much. If he is what people say he is, more dead than alive will do too.”
“He didn't look like a saviour,” Bilvy says, and Kid doesn't wonder how he knows. Bilvy is smart. He catches on freaking fast.
“Poison doesn't look like he could fuck you up. Badly.”
Bilvy smiles. “Point. Try your luck with the Letos then.”
Fuck, Kid thinks again. He's pretty sure he and Jet Star will have to do that. Poison will be shot on the spot.
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Emilie is laughing at him. He knows it, but he doesn't care. He's grinning like a mad person. He has a brand new shirt and it has colour.
“And it only cost you a kiss,” she says.
“I got it for free. The kiss was...a thank you,” Adam answers. He's maybe still in awe a bit here, but who can blame him? It's not like there was much kissing happening in the camp.
“Right. So, you think we should find those Letos?”
“The car makes funny noises,” Adam answers. They can't afford to get stranded in the desert.
“We don't have much money left,” she says.
“We'll manage,” he replies, because what else is there to do? “Besides Bilvy said the shirt would get us a foot in the door.”
“I think it's a good thing you're pretty,” she answers.
“You're gorgeous,” he says.
“Shut up. You don't even like girls.”
“I like them okay. I just don't wanna have sex with them.”
She smiles and keeps quiet.
AN: This is getting ridiculously long...I might start to post links to my journal.
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