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PostSubject: jafsdfjk   Wed Jul 29, 2015 3:09 pm

Cruising around The City, 5:32 PM.
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Johnny-boy wasn't driving his precious Trans am today, instead, he had to make-do with a rental. It was a dinky looking thing, a little beat up and worn from over-use, but it was more modern. If we were to get into the specifics of what it was, then we would list it as a Full Size Chevrolet Silverado. In layman's terms, a pick-up truck. The thing glimmered in the evening sun, bright red, easily noticeable. Even more, now that Earth was integrated with a certain rebellious group of extra-terrestrials.

The streets were almost dead, but not a ghost-town. What was once a bustling, vibrant city, was now perfectly described as a favela. J-B was going about 30 MPH in his red truck, arm hanging out of his window with a lit cigarette in his mouth. His state of mind was half there, listening to the radio (which happened to be a form of NPR), while also watching the road.

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"What's up, Earthlings?! You're listenin' to GNR, or Galaxy News Radio for those of you who don't know. Ha-ha! This is your host, Six Dog! With news of recent events goin' on down there, we're gonna start off with this one cat named Darling. Apparently, he was a five star MAFIOSO turned white-coat. Yeah, in the under-ground he was a pretty big deal, but after the death of his late-brother he decided to use his goods for good. He's campaigning' for some big-shot political standing, hoping to better this little humble city of ours. Word on the street is, he's gonna use state money to fix up the city, as well as raise some homes for the homeless and parent-less. Not only that! He's gonna put in an infirmary in each and every buildin', medication free as life itself! In old Six Dogs' opinion, i'd go vote for him... On-to other news --

Johnny-boy turns down the radio while looking out his window, staring at a building with a pretty stellar waitress. While doing this, his foot was still on the pedal, and when he realized this he would look forward, only to see a certain cat-boy in the way. J-B lets out a small gasp and stomps his foot on the brakes, stopping just inches in-front of the twink.
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PostSubject: Re: jafsdfjk   Wed Jul 29, 2015 3:29 pm

"That was 'bout three inches away from a fist to the face th'minute I got up."

Despite the words that spilled from the Miqo'te's mouth, there was no hostility in his posture, nor was there a lick of surprise. Maybe it was him being unused to the concept of the hunks of metal that made up cars, as Eorzea never really had them, but he simply narrowed a yellow eye at the dude behind the wheel. "Yer uh.." He paid no mind to the honking of a car behind the truck. "Yer hair.. What in the seven hells didja put in it?"

The man stood out in appearance as much as he did in action. Sporting a bright pink tank top, which hung loosely to his frame, hair as stark white as the clouds in the clear sky, and blue paint marking up his eyepatched face, it wasn't too out of question to assume he wasn't from anywhere near here. Even the lance on his back, collapsed through some kind of complex mechanical structure and turned into a portable, fit-in-your-bag sort of looking thing, was bizarre in its own way. It was obvious, really. Rhel'ir was just another case of strange in the big city.

He raised a pale hand to his face, an unlit cigarette between two fingers, and placed it between his lips, casually striding over to the passenger's side of the truck as the honking sounds increased. A jeweled ear flicked back in annoyance, and the cat man opened the door without a moment's hesitation. Within seconds, he was clambering into the truck, not saying a word to Johnny-Boy, and slamming the door to his side shut, fussing around with the eyepatch donning his face. "Drive, they're real fuckin' loud an' I'm lost."

Rhel'ir glanced to the side for a moment. He seemed puzzled at first, not making eye contact with the man with the greaser hair, and then, just as awkwardly as he'd climbed into the vehicle to wait for his new companion to hit the gas, he began opening glove compartments and eyeing the floors suspiciously, even peering over to JB himself, "Sst. Got a light? Y'smell like cigarettes and regret and that's good enough fer me. Name's Rhel'ir, by th'way. I'll be outta yer hair in.. I 'unno, whenever you kick me out. Consider me one of them homeless folk, except a little more classy. I guess."
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PostSubject: Re: jafsdfjk   Wed Jul 29, 2015 3:39 pm

Johnny-boy stares in a little bit of disbelief, mouth slightly open at the very sight of Rhel'ir. "Gigolo?..." He whispers, while watching him walk around the side of his truck and clamber into the car. The comment about his hair went way over his head, it was something he was far too used to by now to pay any mind.

when Rhel'ir climbs into his car, JB would look him up and down, before shrugging just slightly, a single brow raised. Finally, JB would look back at the road and slowly accelerate. The man wasn't going to ask any questions, in-fact, he was kind of used to it. Faelan was always randomly climbing into his car, same with Jimmy and Dan, along with a new stranger they met that day. If he were to think hard about it, he would just say 'that's the role I play.' and move on.

JB grunts a little at Rhel'ir when he asks for a light, and stiffens a bit to rummage through his pocket. Afterwards, he pulls out a Zippo lighter and tosses it at the cat-boy. The radio was still on, however, really quiet.

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Playing Arctic Monkeys' Do I Wanna Know.

Apart from the radio, there was silence between them, which would stop when JB finally glances at him for a second and then back at the road. "I'm not paying." The pronoun game, but to JB, it was very clear what he was saying. And it's simple, really, JB thought Rhel'ir was a prostitute. "You can tell your pimp to kiss my ass, too."
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PostSubject: Re: jafsdfjk   Wed Jul 29, 2015 4:08 pm

The Miqo'te seemed pleased with the lighter being tossed at him, enough so to beam at JB, "Thanks, man." After a few seconds of fucking around with the thing, he eventually got it to spark, lifting the flame to the cigarette between his teeth and wiggling his ears in satisfaction when the scent of smoke filled the car. "Shooo..." He spoke around it, "Y'never told m'yer name. F'I'm gonna hop in yer car thing, least y'can do is lemme know who'm botherin'." He inspected the area around the window for a few moments, awkwardly tapping his nails against the glass, before tentatively pressing the button - and success! He smirked victoriously when the barrier between him and the fresh air slid slowly down. Exhaling the smoke that filled his lungs, he leaned comfortably back in his seat.

Aaand silence. It gnawed at his head through the faint memory of the song playing on the radio - which confused the fuck out of him, by the way. How did it do that? - and the sound of whooshing air to his sensitive, fuzzy ears. It wasn't until he'd finished his slow process of smoking his last cigarette that JB spoke up, and he was thankful for the break in tension. However, the words that flowed to his ears didn't add up in his head, making the one-eyed man furrow his eyebrows in confusion. "Pay - wha?" Rhel'ir visibly tilted his head, gazing at Johnny Boy with a look of befuddlement plastered on his scarred face. "Th'fuck's a pimp? I dunno what you're talkin' about. Whatever 'at means, uh.. I'll.. I'll let 'em know?" A shrug was all the greaser earned from the conversation.

He tapped the toe of his shoe awkwardly, not taking his eye off of JB for a second, despite the fact the man was steadily staring ahead of them. "By th'way, where're we goin'? I mean, I know I hopped in here without sayin' anythin', but m'just curious. See, I uh.. ain't from 'round here. Some white haired kid found me an' said to be careful of strangers an' the like, or that.. wha was it.. Somethin' about how they'll drug me up or whatever. Not to talk to folk that wanted me to buy somethin'. I dunno what any of it means, but he told me t'learn my way around. 'Fraid I ain't too good at it though, so uh.. Guess what I'm sayin' is I'm lost, like.. Know where I'm tryin' to go, though."
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PostSubject: Re: jafsdfjk   Wed Jul 29, 2015 4:22 pm

Johnny-boy pauses when Rhel'ir made it clear that he had no idea what a pimp was, then, he'd look at him again. Purple (and artificial, I might add, which Rhel'ir would totally pick up on.) eyes gazing into his. At this time, he would slow down and pull off to the side, before pushing the truck into park. Then, he'd rub at his lips for a second and lean back into his comfy heated chair. "Johnny-boy, you?"

It was clear JB knew something was up, just by the way the other held himself. The cat ears were a tip-off too. The greaser would politely wait until Rhel'ir was done, before asking another question. "What planet are you from? Or... are you some kinda' hybrid?"

JB would wait some more, before sliding two fingers into his jacket pocket to pull out a crumpled up looking cigarette box, camel, from the looks of it. He'd flip it open, before tapping the bottom a little on the back of his hand to cause a single stick to bounce up. Afterwards, JB would wrap his lips around it and pull it out before placing the pack back into his pocket. Then, he'd take the Zippo from Rhel'ir and light it up.

Finally, JB would blow out some smoke and stare at the Miqo'te. The smoke coming from his stick was oddly pleasant, "We're already here, by the way." JBs' voice was always calm, and flat sounding. As if he'd been through some heavy shit, which he has, but the fact of the matter is he's just really bored without his supped up car.
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PostSubject: Re: jafsdfjk   Wed Jul 29, 2015 5:08 pm

"Told ya already, the name's Rhel'ir." The way he pronounced the 'h' would sound odd to the man, no doubt, given how foreign it was to even the people of Eorzea. He fondly recalled Allister fucking up multiple times, and the awe struck look on the redhead's face when he did figure it out. If not for how alarmingly sad it made him to think he might not see the asshole again, he might have smiled fondly at the memory. Instead, he occupied his thoughts with Johnny-Boy's words. "Planet..? Oh, oh right. Eorzea. S'not... from 'round here, I've gathered. Long story an' even I don't know th'details. But nah, I ain't a hybrid or anythin'. Pure Miqo'te, Tayuun tribe, Keeper of the Moon clan."

He stated those facts bluntly while examining his nails, looking uninterested until JB informed him they'd already arrived. He glanced back up to him, before looking out the windshield. A few seconds of close examination and he fiddled with his seatbelt, managing to figure out how to get himself out of it after a minute of glaring spitefully at the red button keeping him locked in place.

Upon opening the door, Rhel'ir's ears immediately flattened and his painted nose scrunched up at the scent of oil and gasoline. It was clear the one-eyed male wasn't used to the strong smells of the city still, being he'd only been used to crisp air and ocean salt for so long. After a few seconds of adjusting, he leaned against the truck, peering around, "S'this where you live or somethin'? Seems like it'd be lonely jus' you an' your.. uh.. car. Car, thassit."
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PostSubject: Re: jafsdfjk   Wed Jul 29, 2015 5:16 pm

Johnny-boy nodded at this information, before jumping out of the car himself. There he was, total trash-bag in the full. Wearing leather galore, with spiky boots that had skulls on the toes. Quite the character, really. JB took in the scent in all its glory, before giving a smile and walking over to his fridge to pull out a nice cold-one. Finally, he would step towards his couch and do a small spin before plopping down on it, while falling he would pop the cap off his beer and take a swig.

The place was a little run-down, and in the very farthest corner was about 4 hammocks all lined up on-top of each other. JB looked at Rhel'ir and gestured towards the fridge. "Pick your poison." He muttered, before taking another swig. "Yeah, I live here, with my crew that is. There's Jimmy, Dan, Faelan and Eckzahn. Their beds are over there."

Again, four.

"Jimmy and Dan share a hammock, seein' as there wasn't much room for a fifth." JB takes another swig, before placing the beer on a work-bench that sat next to the couch. Which, was an ugly green, taped together, and ripped in a few spots. JB gestures at Rhel'irs' back, wiggling his finger a little while talking. "That, uh... That pack, some-kinda transporter and such?"
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