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Greasy, slicked down body, groovy leather trim

Nov 22, 2011 19:17

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

( I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin )

the joker, re-l mayer, replica riku, khisanth, deathstroke the terminator, tifa lockheart, edward nygma, black mask, jack kelly, sam merlotte, wally west | kid flash, claire stanfield, rochelle, ra's al ghul, jessica hamby

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Sector 5, 3 PM cowboy_newsie November 23 2011, 01:31:27 UTC

[Jack walks down the street, a bag of grocerries carried in with both arms. It's him who does the shopping in the Black-Kelly household-- not because Sirius is lazy, no, or unwilling to hold up his end of things, but because when Sirius shops for groceries they tend to be things like Yoo-Hoo and Yodels, not apples and onions.

So Jack shops.

But it's days like this he rather resents it. It's cold and he's freezing and he's got at least another mile to go and he forgot his NV at home so he can't even call Sirius to get a ride. So he's stuck here--

--or maybe not.

The car catches his eye-- how could it not-- as it stops at the end of the street. With a grin Jack comes over, leaning down to peer into the back seat. He can't quite see who's there, but there's a few people, at least, which is encouraging. Most mass murderers go solo (and while they're not dangerous, per se, they're irritating and vaguely traumatizing).

He raps on the window.]

ebony_mask November 23 2011, 02:03:05 UTC

[Roman doesn't notice Kelly approaching the vehicle until it's too late. He's tempted to roll down the window and grab the kid by the throat.

Sorely tempted.

But he can't attract too much negative attention to himself, and maybe he can get some first hand information from him, so Roman merely adjusts his wig and rolls down the window, giving Jack a happy-go-lucky grin.]

What's happening?

ASSUMING HE'S IN DISGUISE, if not I'll change this! cowboy_newsie November 23 2011, 02:06:46 UTC

Gimmie a ride home? I got some money, I'll repay you for gas and everythin'. If it runs on gas. Does it? Jesus, where d'ya even buy a car like this?

he's totally in disguise with a fake voice to boot ebony_mask November 23 2011, 02:16:03 UTC

[Roman doesn't even need to think to know the answer.]

Hop on in, man.

[This is what nice people do, right? Give rides home to strangers and learn where they live so they can stalk them later.

He eyes the grocery bag.]

There better not be any open alcohol bottles in there.

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Sector 4; Late Evening deservesabone November 23 2011, 01:32:28 UTC

[Normally, Sam would be taking his truck home. Normally, he wouldn't even be going home this early from Merlotte's, especially when they were still in the midst of struggling to keep out AGI agents trying to swipe their liquor license or muscle them out of business.

But he has other work to do tonight, other papers to get in order and phone calls to make. There's a project in the works. It's a project he's sold his truck to help fund, on top of a hefty loan he's already had to take out with Tonegawa's financial firm.

Not to mention he's still house hunting; Sam inherited Edgeworth's dog when the lawyer disappeared, but not his apartment.

Who knew freedom would be such a hassle?

So the shifter's head is a mess between the problems facing his project, his bar and his general livelihood. He's so lost in thought and the loan papers he's shuffling through that he doesn't realize he's crossing the street at the same time a certain Sharkmobile is driving down it.]

a bajillion edits later ebony_mask November 23 2011, 02:40:14 UTC

[Oh, fuck yes does Roman love the Proclaimers.

Well, at least this song. He's singing along at the top of his lungs, smacking his hands in time on the steering wheel as he drives and reliving the wonderful memories of Gotham burning down around him--God, what a great day that was--when holy shit, some asshole just steps into the road?!

He stomps on the brake, and the sharkmobile's superior anti-lock braking system does its job. The vehicle comes squealing to a stop, black streaks of burnt rubber on the road behind it.

Roman immediately rolls down the window, his eyes burning.]

What the hell are you doing, you crazy asshole?

deservesabone November 23 2011, 03:04:20 UTC

[Sam turns his head just in time to see the car a dangerously short distance from him and hear the screeching breaks. Sam's body jerks back, stumbles and then falls on its ass, wide-eyed and heart pounding. A few thrown papers drift back onto the asphalt. Jesus Christ.

Somewhere in here is a joke about dogs and cars.

Shell-shocked, Sam stares up at what nearly killed him. It has teeth. ...He should really be standing at this point, but somehow looking up into a toothy metal grill has just wiped the sense from him. What the fuck is he even looking at. It looks like a shark car. He was almost run over by the Jaws-Mobile. ...This'll probably be hilarious in an hour.

It takes the driver's yelling to snap him back to reality. Sam hurries to pull himself up onto his feet again, snatching up the fallen papers.] I didn't fuckin' mean to - it was an accident, okay, sorry. Shit. Just a goddamn - Sorry.

ebony_mask November 23 2011, 04:07:37 UTC

Goddammit!

[Roman's getting a little worked up now--this is just what he needs, an accident report and the police getting involved...not to mention the total lack of insurance...fuck that.]

Get off the ground and quit acting like I hit you!

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There is no trumping Psi's - after Darkness, Sector 2 dragonvariation November 23 2011, 01:34:46 UTC

[ Ra's is making a habit of not moving around excessively in the Darkness if he can avoid it, but then he can't really help it sometimes. On this occasion he's going to visit a man about some useful supplies - large quantities of magnesium powder, in fact - and it means travelling under cover of night ( ... )

ebony_mask November 23 2011, 02:52:14 UTC

[The sharkmobile roars around the corner, the crumpled limbs of some hapless Darkness creature stuck on the driver's side front wheel. Roman did some modifications on the vehicle after he purchased it, and while it's not a tank, it sure can take a beating.

As he enters the street, he sees someone in the road with a sword--a crazy person, no doubt, especially as the man doesn't bother to move--and so he is forced to slow to stop.

He instructs his two goons to get out and check the sharkmobile for damages, then rolls down the window, getting a better look at the man in the black suit.]

What's crackin', brother?

dragonvariation November 24 2011, 11:16:06 UTC

[Ra’s slid the sword back into its sheath at his side, his eyes unmoving from the vehicle as it pulled to a stop. It really was particularly striking. The sharp teeth, the finned tail-it was fascinating, and reminded him of something... Leaving his fallen monster where it lay, wailing pitifully through its bloodied maw, he approached the man at the window.

Black Mask; Ra’s recognised him instantly, of course. He was rather unique, after all. He, on the other hand, had neither shown his face nor spoken on the network, but he was a newcomer by accent, at least. The question was: how did he play this?]

Henri Ducard [ He offered his hand through the window. ] Nice ride.

i did have him in disguise but skullface is so much more appropriate to meet ra's let's do this ebony_mask November 24 2011, 18:34:12 UTC

[The voice and face are utterly unfamiliar, but nonetheless, Roman sticks a gloved hand out of the window, giving Ducard a firm, professional handshake.]

Black Mask and thank you, Mr. Ducard.

[The gleam in his eyes makes it evident that he loves this ride. And now those very sharklike eyes of his are examining Ra's as if he were a bug.]

Nice suit. D'you get dressed up and fight monsters as a habit?

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late afternoon! fantasycliche November 23 2011, 01:36:48 UTC

[ She's come to actually recognize some car noises, appreciating them like she does. She can pick the purr of a Porsche out almost immediately, and she mistakes a Mercedes for a Jaguar less and less. But this sound, heading around the corner? Isn't really one she's heard before. So she actually pauses, glancing over her shoulder, and --

what.

what.

oh my god just allow her to stare for a few seconds. that thing is hideous. ]

ebony_mask November 23 2011, 03:01:24 UTC

[Oh, baby, if it isn't one of his newest lady friends!

One of his...few...lady friends...

But no matter! He is totally going to take her for a spin, goons in the backseat or no. And good thing he's wearing his fake face; he knows she hates his real one.

Things could not be more perfect.

He rolls to stop alongside her and rolls the window down, a big smile on his face, forgoing the fake voice for her.]

Hey, baby. What's good?

fantasycliche November 23 2011, 03:36:36 UTC

[ oh my god this is just getting worse and worse. There's a few seconds where Onyx just looks utterly put off, but finally she musters an incredulous look to replace it. ]

Not this car.

[ She sighs and stops walking, hands on her hips. ]

Did you find this thing in a landfill?

ebony_mask November 23 2011, 04:19:25 UTC

...what?

[He sounds hurts.]

I bought it.

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After Night Sirens meteor_heart November 23 2011, 05:02:15 UTC

[Tifa didn't mind working the graveyard at Merlotte's, but is was a major pain in the butt that the buses stopped running shortly after the evening Sirens. Fenrir was fast, but not protected, so she tended to leave her baby at home when it was Dark out.

Sometimes that meant dodging from shelter to shelter, waiting for the worst of the monster mobs to pass so she could slip through the stragglers.

Sometimes...it meant staring at an armoured Shark-Car-Thing as it rumbles down the street, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.]

Awesome. [She breathes.]

lemme just cram your inbox full of edits ebony_mask November 23 2011, 06:30:33 UTC

[Roman had been in the middle of a very drawn out and very graphic explanation on the proper usage of sternum spreaders, the goons in the back growing more uncomfortable with each passing moment, when he spotted her.

The cute girl who wanted to take care of him when he was a pony.

He hadn't heard from her ever since that fateful day last January...his attention wanders from the road for a moment and suddenly he finds himself smashing into some unfortunate creature of the Darkness, its broken body spattering the windshield.]

Jesus fucking Christ!

LOL. I wondered what all those pings were :p meteor_heart November 23 2011, 06:51:05 UTC

Oh Gaia! [Tifa's gloved hands flew to her mouth as the shark-mobile splattered a rope-faced dog with extreme prejudice, the speed combined with the sharks jaws rending the horrid creature into a greasy stain on the front of that vehicle.

The sudden screech of brakes meant the person inside might not be as okay as his ride. So she ran from the sidewalk to the strange car, calling out.]

Hey! Are you alright?!

ebony_mask November 23 2011, 07:27:59 UTC

[His pulse is throbbing in his ears and the goons in the back are suffering from whiplash, but Roman is far more concerned about his ride. He twists around in the seat and points a finger at the goons.]

Get outside and clean this shit off the windshield.

[While they stumble outside the vehicle, Roman rolls down his window and plasters on a smile for Tifa.]

You were lucky I was there to run that monster over before it got to you.

[Oh yes, he thinks. Just call me Mr. Smooth.]

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