WHO: Todd and Jim Hawkins WHERE: SOME RANDOM AREA idk. WHEN: Backdated to noon, May 24, Sunday. WARNINGS: Doubt it? SUMMARY: It's antisocial gathering day! FORMAT: WTFEVER
Jim was pretty much just walking around - trying to empty his thoughts, making use of the tips he'd been given to keep the damn voice in his consciousness quiet and under control. He didn't even care where he ended up (though it was fairly obvious that he wasn't exactly in the mood to get into trouble); he'd always be able to find his way back to the MAC.
Bumped into him full-on, didn't say sorry, didn't turn, didn't even give him a second glance. Just some kid he didn't have to care about. Todd smirked to himself. Just another punk kid.
There was a short and abrupt "Whoa-!" coming out of Jim's mouth when he felt Todd bump into him - and if drew any conclusion after the initial moment of surprise, it was that it had been anything but an accident. He knew this tactic; bump into somebody, take their wallet, keep walking as if nothing's happened.
The only thing he had in his pocket was his comm, though, and it was still there.
... So this guy was either unlucky or just an ass. Jim's tone expressed this opinion very clearly.
Like Jim'd have anything. Todd knew how to mark, at the very least, even if he didn't know much else. Todd knew how to steal. He wasn't trying to. Course, if there had been something, it'd be long gone. But really he was just clumsy as hell and, yeah, pretty unlucky.
But he was an ass, too. Turning halfway, he smirked, showing yellowed teeth.
"Problem? I don't got a problem." Shrugging, he turned away again. "Maybe you oughta watch where you're going, next time, buddy."
Jim kinda twitched his lip when he got a good look at the guy in front of him. Yeesh.
After his short speech, he just. Stared. This guy was looking for trouble, wasn't he? He could imagine one of those big muscled aliens running into him and giving him a beating just because.
"Uh. Yeah, sure." As he turned away, he muttered to himself - just loud enough to be heard: "Ass."
He stopped for a second, looking up.
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Because that was what he did.
Bumped into him full-on, didn't say sorry, didn't turn, didn't even give him a second glance. Just some kid he didn't have to care about. Todd smirked to himself. Just another punk kid.
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The only thing he had in his pocket was his comm, though, and it was still there.
... So this guy was either unlucky or just an ass. Jim's tone expressed this opinion very clearly.
"What's your problem?"
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But he was an ass, too. Turning halfway, he smirked, showing yellowed teeth.
"Problem? I don't got a problem." Shrugging, he turned away again. "Maybe you oughta watch where you're going, next time, buddy."
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After his short speech, he just. Stared. This guy was looking for trouble, wasn't he? He could imagine one of those big muscled aliens running into him and giving him a beating just because.
"Uh. Yeah, sure." As he turned away, he muttered to himself - just loud enough to be heard: "Ass."
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