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

Comments

Hope this is okay! Lemme know if I need to change it.

[axemeaquestion]

[It's time for a break from work, and Rochelle is walking from the TV station to somewhere-she-could-grab-a-bite-to-eat. Normally she would have grabbed something from home, but living on the almost-edge of Sector 4 made her trips home longer now.

It's what the car was for, but she decided that today she couldn't keep breathing in that sweaty, neckbeard scent wafting from a few of her co-workers.

SO YEAH, ROCHELLE IS WALKING DOWN THE SIDEWALK.]

you're good!

[ebony_mask]

[Roman spots Rochelle almost immediately after he's turned onto her street. He gives a chuckle and drives up the street slowly, tailing her just as a shark would, not rolling down the window just yet.

He wants to see her reaction first.]

[axemeaquestion]

[Rochelle bundled up the jacket around her body as she's still walking down the street. The sound of the car behind the both figurative and literal sense that something was behind her (it was her Core superpower shit around here, remember?) normally wouldn't get her attention. By now she had learned how to tune out out her sixth sense if she wanted to. In a busy place, it was as much white noise as it would have been to all her other sixth senses.

But a car down a less populated street still gets a normal person with normal sense's attention. Normally it's just a quick turn of the head and then back to business, but then--OH what the fuck is that.

So yeah, Rochelle stopped. Still looking over her shoulder, she stared, squinted.]

Oh, what the hell is this.

[ebony_mask]

[He can't hear what she's saying, but she looks...what's the proper word? Surprised? Unnerved? Turned on? Whatever.

He rolls down the window to reveal his perfectly normal visage.]

Hey there.

Sector 4; 1 hour after dark

[in_starvation]

[ Jessica wakes up to the tail end of the sirens.

An hour later, she's out. It's her day off, so she's making plans of probably hooking up with another guy, feed off him, and maybe go window shopping. Or even dancing. Jessica rarely make concrete plans of her nights, other than the usual routines. ]

[ebony_mask]

[He doesn't recognize Jessica, but the Darkness is certainly no place for a lady to be. He pulls over and rolls down the window, but not before checking to make sure his fake face is in place. The voice he uses is slightly higher in pitch than his own, and less gravelly.]

Going my way?

[So. Suave.]

[in_starvation]

[ She turns and sees -

Jessica blinks. Wow. That's just a little bit tacky, or what? But then she realizes, no, that's not how to think. Instead, think of this as a new opportunity. Hey, she doubts even Eric ever feed off somebody while in a shark-tank-SUV thing.

Even if the guy looks like one of those dumb Bon Temps hicks back home. Ew.

So she leans forward toward the guy, bracing one pale arm against the vehicle and smiles. ]

I can go in any direction, mister.

[ebony_mask]

[Something about her voice is familiar, but he can't quite place it. One of the AGI clubs, maybe? Judging from her behavior, that seems the most plausible.

If she wanted things to take a sleazy turn, he could roll with that.

He leaned over and opened the passenger side door for her, motioning with a tilt of his head.]

Hop in, girlie.

[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.

Sector 5, late afternoon

[proxysearch]

[She really, really hates people sometimes. It's been a day of headaches and one more Newcomer death to the pile, just another stack of papers. It weighs on her more than she wants to let on, and while others might quit their jobs or find other ways of working, she just wants to keep going.

Just...not today.

She finishes up a call as she rounds the corner and she pulls out the bluetooth headset from her ear and stuffs it in her pocket. She'll head home soon.

She glances over when she spots the shark car, actually needing to look back again.

...Huh. Someone actually bought that thing.]

[ebony_mask]

[Just cruising along, enjoying some Mussorgsky at an overly loud volume...when he spots one of his favorite people in Siren's Port.

He knows he really ought to ignore her and continue driving, but having self-control is so tedious sometimes...and the fact that she actually just did a double take?

He really can't help himself.

So he pulls up alongside of her and rolls the window down, revealing a quite normal face, although the eyes seem to burn dully.]

[proxysearch]

[...That's a ridiculously dramatic piece of music to be playing, though she's sure it fits. She thinks back to Joker's earlier reply about sharks and almost smiles to herself. Damn clown has to be psychic.

She raises an eyebrow when the car pulls up alongside her.]

You have to be joking.

[Trying to pick her up? And in a shark car, no less. She manages a light laugh.]

[ebony_mask]

[Oh, that is cute. She would never laugh for him as Black Mask, he thinks, flashing his teeth in a wide smile at her.]

I never jest, miss.

After Darkness, Sector 6, sorrrryyy

[he_is_wild]

[Joker is wearing a black long coat and a black fedora, keeping a low profile as he walks along the street. A loud engine roar, coming from ahead of him, whisks him away from his dark thoughts and he glances up to see a...mechanical shark? Yes, certainly. And it's coming towards him.

Immediately he is curious about who might own such a thing and immediately he wonders if he should kill the owner and take the vehicle for himself. Well....first thing first: Determine the owner.

He shifts around and rolls his pantleg up to flash a hairless thigh at the driver. In the dark, his skin is pallid but not immediately identifiable as white.]

never apologize

[ebony_mask]

[The tall, thin frame of the person attempting to accost the sharkmobile must clearly belong to a model, thinks Roman.

Of course, he immediately slams on the brakes and rolls down the window to get a better look at that shapely leg, although it is difficult to ogle properly through the gloom. With a jerk of his head (which is cleverly disguised) towards the passenger seat, he gives her a wink.]

Hop in, sweetheart.

[he_is_wild]

[Joker wordlessly slinks around the car, admiringly grazing his gloved fingertips over the metal and silently appraising the value. There is something slightly familiar about the driver. Maybe he'd stood next to him at a bus stop somewhere? Maybe he'd murdered the guy's brother?

No matter.

He opens the passenger door and slides in, slamming the door shut behind him with a note of finality and looks around.]

Ooooh, nice wheels, handsome!

[And he removes the fedora; showing the ragged green hair, the huge, unmistakable grin.]

[ebony_mask]

[Roman's rolled the window up and, smiling as though he's the cat who's caught the canary, turns to appraise his latest lady friend--

--the smile abruptly falls from his face. And with it, the fake voice.]

You gotta be fucking kidding me.