Greasy, slicked down body, groovy leather trim

[ebony_mask]

Who: Black Mask, 2 NPC goons, and passengers
When: 23 November all day and evening!
Where: all over the island
Summary: Roman, in disguise, takes the sharkmobile for a spin and picks up hapless victims passengers
Warnings: Language, skullfais, threatening behavior

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[madeinoblivion]

[Another day at the Stadium, another game done.

But as soon as fans have filed out of the stadium, Joe Fieldman's clocked out quickly from his job running the sound system, and racing down to the east parking lot entrance with a big stack of promotional flyers. Unlicensed soliciting at the stadium is pretty off limits, especially for an underground punk concert.

But no one every gave anyone hell about doing it right outside the gates.

And it's hard to ignore a loud rumbling like that, loud from right down the street.

Joe nearly drops his flyers, staring. The reaction is something boyishly awed, uncensored.

"Woooah, cooooooool!"]

[ebony_mask]

[Roman's found that people watching from inside the sharkmobile is his new favorite thing--he's still laughing after having seen a man miss his mouth and pour coffee down his shirt while gaping at the vehicle.

So when he sees Joe Fieldman, he hopes the young man drops the flyers. It's disappointing when he doesn't, but his facial expression almost makes up for it.

Almost.

Roman takes a moment to cue up the CD, turns the volume all the way up, then cracks the window just enough to let out the music.]

[madeinoblivion]

[And after the first two notes are repeated, shock turns to overjoyed elation.

Awfully bold, this kid, he eagerly rushes forward through the traffic. Most of the nearby cars are already giving the sharkmobile wide berth- the cars behind them slamming on their horns in road rage for the sudden stop. Joe practically vaults himself over the hood of an old Buick, still clutching at his papers. At first he moves to thrusts a flyer into the shark's mouth, but in second thought he dashes right up to the tinted windows, right next to tires that rise above his waist.]

Hey! Hey, Hey!

[He makes a frantic 'roll down the window' motion]

[ebony_mask]

[Oh, this is more than Roman could have asked for. He watches in glee as the kid runs across traffic, making a quick bet with one of the goons that this will surely result in vehicular manslaughter.

His glee is short-lived, however, when the kid makes it across to him.

Oh well.

Roman plasters on a smile and rolls the window down all the way, resting his elbow on the door.]

You could've gotten killed, kid.

[madeinoblivion]

Yeah, so?

[He huffs brashly in return, breathless on adrenaline and excitement, giving off the impression that he hears that warning at least several times a week.

And then a lurid orange flyer, boasting a WALLS WILL TREMBLE WAREHOUSE CONCERT! A One-Nite-Only Extravaganza of Hardcore Metal Khaos! The Greatest Dethklok Hits! $10 cover, is thrust into the window.]

Come see the Port's Biggest Underground Metal Concert! Next Saturday! [Joe boasts, breathless.] Don't miss it!

Hey, and you can bring the car too! We can open up the loading bay and park it right inside! [He yanks his hands back and flashes a thumbs up of approval.] Epic ride, man!

[ebony_mask]

[If flyers could burn out someone's retinas, these most surely would be the ones to do it. Nonetheless, Roman politely takes it, scans it, then offers it up to one of the goons in the back. Then he turns his attention to Joe, considering the offer.]

I'm not sure Jaws is hardcore or metal enough for such an event...

[madeinoblivion]

Aw no, no, they'll go nuts over it, I'm sure.

[He insists hurriedly, bouncing a little on his heels.]

Is this the Sharkmobile from the news?

[ebony_mask]

I don't know...all those strange people wanting to caress my baby...

[He gives Joe a seedy wink before continuing.]

It certainly is. I saw the ad and I knew I had to have her.

[madeinoblivion]

[There's something exciting about that knowing look- Joe wouldn't understand the world 'salacious' if he heard it, but he does identify it as the same chilly-tingle that tightens in his lower abdomen with the same guilty feeling he gets when passing the kind of AfterglowXxX ads that make his cheeks red.

Worn on this guy, though, talking about a car, even this awesome of a car, it just makes him feel a little weird.]

How much did you have to bid for it?

[ebony_mask]

[He chuckles.]

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

[madeinoblivion]

[He wrinkles his nose, jerking away from the car a little]

Khh! Well fine, keep it a secret!

[ebony_mask]

Tell ya what, kiddo.

[He takes out a pen and on the back of one of the flyers, he writes down the address of the aquarium and the name of the director. Then he hands it over to Joe.]

If you really want to know, go to the aquarium and ask. Tell 'em the guy in the sharkmobile sent you.

[He gives another seedy wink.]

And maybe they'll even let you put up your flyer.

[Or maybe not, but there's nothing like instilling a little false hope just to bring someone down again.]

[madeinoblivion]

[He seems surprised, pleasantly so, (and still thrilled) at this gesture of goodwill.]

Thanks! I will!

[ebony_mask]

[He smirks at Joe, then revs the engine, just for show.]

See ya around, kid.

[madeinoblivion]

[Now he'll have to brag to all his friends about having seen the coolest of all cools.]