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May 24, 2019 22:14:54 GMT
Post by Blink on May 24, 2019 22:14:54 GMT
Three weeks ago, that was when Blink had first run across them. He didn't didn't know who they were, not at first. Oh he suspected, I mean they were kind of a legend around these parts. But Blink did not really know any of them personally so they remained a curious suspicion. The first time he had been inside a jewelry store just after 2am. Yeah, he was robbing the place. Blink was also careful when he robbed a jewelry store: face covered in case of cameras, gloves until he needed to blink out, and he only swiped a few pieces so it would take longer for the owners to notice. And he always took solid gold, easier to melt down and fence.
But back to the first time. Blink was in the store. He had already chosen a few pieces and was about to blink out. His gloves were off, gold chains held in his hands along with a big ass gold ring hanging off a finger. All of a sudden the window was smashed in, and the security bars.. yeah, those were pushed aside like they were wet noodles. As the flying glass settled, Blink uncurled from his instinctive defensive position and he locked eyes with a man - obviously a mutant. The alarm system screamed.
Blink grinned. His grin was hidden behind the bandanna that covered his face, but his eyes twinkled. He lifted a hand - laden with gold loot - in a mocking salute. And then Blink teleported away.
The next time Blink ran into them was at one of the pay day loan joints. The teleported had cased the place a few weeks before and noticed that at closing time, the wicket-jockey never emptied his till into the safe. Instead she just left it, relying on the locked doors between the outside world and the cash. Lazy. But opportune. Blink appeared behind the counter some time around 3am. He opened the till.... which was just a drawer. Seriously? Were they asking to be robbed? And helped himself to the big bills. He lifted his hoodie, showing of the bungee cords stretched around his mid-section and chest. Carefully his slipped bills between the cords and his skin, ensuring that all important skin contact for when he blinked out.
Kaboom! The sound was deafening as the front of the store was... was it ripped off? The violent explosion of brick, glass and steel cause Blink to dropped to the ground behind the counter. When he lifted his head to see what the actual fuck was going on, he made eye contact with.. yup, the same dude that he had run into at the jewelry store. Blink got out of there in a flash.
That takes us to the present. Blink was about to teleport into the office of a strip club. Why a strip club you ask? They always had a lot of cash around. And from what he had observed, they didn't do a great job keeping tabs on it. When he had cased this particular place, on his way to the bathroom he had stumbled into the office - 'Sorry dude, was looking for the john'. Several stacks of green had been carelessly piled on the desk and a shelf. Shit, there was even some bills on the floor. So Blink chose a time close to 3 in the morning and he teleported into the strip club office.
That was when his face met a fist. And Blink fell to the floor, knocked out cold. Who knows how long it was before he came to. His face hurt, and he couldn't think straight. Was he tied to a fucking chair? Blink tried to teleport. But he couldn't. Maybe his brain was just a little bit too rattled and he couldn't concentrate, or maybe whoever had tied him to a chair was doing something that stopped him. Either way, Blink was in serious risk of pissing his pants. He opened his eyes against the pain that throbbed through his face... and his eyes met....
You guessed it... that same Fool.
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May 24, 2019 22:47:33 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 24, 2019 22:47:33 GMT
Mouse was here...Again, with the little pipsqueak. The jewelry store? That was one of Lulu's joints. The payday loans place. Those assholes were paying the fool's protection money. Knocking them over was the same as taking money out of fool pockets. Now he had the balls to rob Queenie's club? Mouse looked at him with an unimpressed expression. The sort of way you look at shit on the bottom of your shoe.
Mouse simply didn't have the patience for this shit. He stood there with his back to Blink only casually turning around to glance at the kid. There was a power dampening collar around his leg. A leg that was stiffly tied to the fucking chair. Now teleporting away this time little dude. Mouse continued to ignore, his hands running over various sharp objects that lined the neat little table. His meaty fingers resting on a saw. Picking it up the light shined off it as he seemed to study the serrated edged.
Nah too fucking messy. It was clear that squeaker was awake. Mouse could hear the shifting in the chair that meant he was pulling at the binds. He wouldn't get out of those. Not likely. With a heavy sigh Mouse turned around and stared at him. He said nothing. The grim look on his face did all the talking. The big bushy beard he sported covered his mouth, but it was nothing more than a thin straight line across his face. Palid and unemotive of any sort of expression.
The man in front of Blink gave away nothing. Aside from the old blood stains on his dirty white tank top and the few scattered teeth lying on a work bench. It was clear to anyone with a fucking brain that this guy was the heavy handed muscle. The hammer in the tool chest you brought out for the special jobs. Did he like getting his knuckles a little bloody? Perhaps. Was he doing it for his club? You bet your fucking ass he was.
Each of the fools had their own special ways of bringing money into the clubhouse. Queenie had her strip clubs. Lulu, her various businesses around the city. Mouse dealt in pornography. He was the owner of Yes Daddy Studios and he was taking time out of his busy filming schedule to be here. That might even explain the strap on dildo lying on the counter. It didn't explain why it was lying in a puddle of blood. or why nails were driven through it.
Mouse folded his meaty arms against his massive chest and sat back. Staring at the kid and wondering just what in the fuck he was going to do here. It was obvious to anyone with a pair of fucking eyes this kid was terrified. Most people who sat in that chair just about shit their fucking pants. Most of them didn't have abilities that could be useful to the clubhouse though. Mouse walked over slowly.. His untied boots echoing in the quiet room. The only source of light was a single lamp, which Mouse's massive frame blocked out as he passed in front of it.
He got closer to Blink and just for kicks threw another right cross into his jaw. The shot was stiff enough to tip the chair back. It fell back and hit the floor sending little clouds of dust skirting away. More heavy boots thudding around the room as Mouse walked around the chair not saying dick all.
"You stole from the wrong fucking people kid." Mouse said. Maybe now it was sinking in. Maybe now this kid knew what the fuck was going on and what a world of shit he had just stepped into. Putting his foot on the chair Mouse's dirty boot was just in between the kid's legs. He weighed down on the chair causing it to tilt back up and settle back on all four legs on the ground. He leaned in front of him with that same scowl kissing his face. "You're going to pay it all back!" He informed him. Balling his fist he sent another punch right into the kid's stomach.
Mouse chuckled a bit. He didn't need tools of violence to distribute violence. He was a god damned warmachine. Fully functional and hungry for chaos. He hadn't even had his morning coffee yet and already he was spilling little bits of assohole on the concrete floor. Hm... Fucking Sundays....
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May 25, 2019 17:33:52 GMT
Post by Blink on May 25, 2019 17:33:52 GMT
It took a moment for Blink to get his bearings. His vision shifted from black, to blurry, to a hazy kind of focus. As coherence seeped into his body, peppered with an ache in his face, he pulled against his restraints. He wasn't in the best shape to test their mettle, but he had to try because his new friend, yeah he didn't look all that friendly. In fact he looked downright scary. Ok so blink wasn't just scared, he was scared shitless. Which was a good thing, because the last thing he wanted to do was shit his pants. Correction: The angry looking mutant re-introduced his fist to Blink's face. His head whipped to one side and he saw stars. Getting punched in the face again was the last thing he wanted. At least in the moment. He careened to the floor.
The taste of copper bloomed in Blink's mouth. He spat, sending a spray of blood onto the ground. It took effort but he righted his head to look at his captor. Mouse flickered in and out of reality. But it wasn't the bearded aggressor who was strobing, Blink was snapping in and out of existence. The dampener prevented him from teleporting outright, but his nerves still tried for escape. When the chair was levered upright, he thought he was going to throw up.
Boy was he wrong. His gut was tenderized care of Mouse's knuckles and Blink actually threw up. It wasn't Linda Blair style projectile vomit, more of a spit up dribble that stained his shirt with a streak of bloody puke.
"When..." Blink said, or rather whispered. His voice was hoarse, and gurgled somewhat as blood trickled down the back of his throat, "I get out of here..." he paused to take a breath, "I am gonna fuck you up."
Yeah... probably not the smartest thing he ha ever done in his life. Then again, Blink wasn't exactly thinking right.
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May 25, 2019 19:12:39 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 25, 2019 19:12:39 GMT
Hank had to admit. The kid had balls. Not only had he robbed them, but then he defiantly whipped his dick out to prove out big it was. Wasn't very big from were Mouse was sitting, but then again. His was king cobra. Mouse wasn't afraid of shit. There was a smirk resting on his rugged bearded face. Mouse reached up a tired hand and brushed his hair back over his head.
His long hair fell over his shoulder, what little wasn't pulled back into a ponytail in the back. "That right?" He asked rubbing his chin. There were red scuffs on his knuckles. Little bastard had cut his hand with one of his teeth and it was bleeding. The throbbing was inconsequential. Mouse could easily ignore it. He had been through a hell of a lot worse than a tiny little cut on his hand.
Mouse looked at the cut on his hand and scoffed. Looking at his hand and completely ignoring the kid in the chair, Mouse turned his back on the kid. Pressing his hands flat against the table Mouse just leaned on it. Breathing heavy. Heavy breathing slowly muddled into angry growls. The more he growled the louder it began until Mouse was screaming like a beast. Muscles bulged. Rippled and pulled at the fabric of his shirt. The seams in his jeans ripped at the knees putting holes in the knees of his pants.
His shirt tore from his back as the muscles in his back grew larger. His hands, fingers neck everything bulged and rippled as it grew larger and larger. Muscle on top of muscle. He looked like a gorilla on steroids. Mouse roared an horrible nasty inhuman roar. From deep in his throat and the walls seemed to shake with the force of it. Turning around his eyes were glowing green. Sharp fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth as he breathed heavy still. His massive chest hanging out of the front of his ripped tank top.
His hair had fallen mostly from it's ponytail bun and spilled messily over his ears. Mouse did not speak. He only glared. Slamming his fists through the concrete in a ground pound of fury cracks ran through the floor. Spiderweb cracks raced across the room and almost touched the wall on the other side. Mouse's breath could be felt from feet away. It was hot and sticky. He breathed through his nose as he stared at the little stick man. "Go.....Ahead. Fuck. Me. Up." He offered. Though his speech was less intelligent. More apish.
Mouse was hunched over, bad posture. He walked on his knuckles and drug them across the floor as he darted surprisingly fast towards the chair. His hot breathe steaming the skin of Blink's neck. He sniffed him a few times to see if he could smell the fear on him. He sometimes could in this form. It tasted sweet, almost a little salty. Though it always smelled good to him. Mouse reached behind the chair with one massive hand and ripped the ropes free. With a swipe of his apish paw he pulled free the ropes from his legs. Damaging the power dampener in the process. Mouse wanted to squash the little man. Even though he had specific instructions from Lulu to find out where he had stashed the stolen loot. Mouse wanted to have a little fun. Primitive Mouse was in the driver's seat now. And he didn't necessarily make the best choices.
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May 25, 2019 19:59:22 GMT
Post by Blink on May 25, 2019 19:59:22 GMT
Blink's vision kept shifting in and out of focus. His nervous flickering was partly to blame, and so was the repeated beating to his once beautifully innocent face. But even without a sharp image, the growing brute before him was still cause for trepidation.
The hapless kid would have gulped if he could swallow. That wasn't something he could quite manage just them. He spit again, trowing the remnants of bile and blood to the floor... and his knees. As if he weren't messy enough.
"Yeah, figured as much..." Blink croaked, "You can't even handle a beat up kid without tying him to a chair and going all roid rage muty."
Fuck this guy. Stupid or not, he was not about to grovel and go down on him. Not without a fight.
"You are probably too afraid to let me loose, scared I'll kick your ass like and every one will know what a pussy you really are."
Somehow his ploy had worked. The big dumb brute released him. The force with which his bonds were ripped aside caused him to stumbled forward off the chair and tumbled onto the ground. He wasn't exactly in the best shape, he ached, and he was pretty sure that if he looked down, he was going to see a damp spot spreading out from his crotch. Fuck, he had pissed himself.
The mutant maniac had not just shredded the ropes that held him to the chair however....
Blink disappeared. And it seemed he had fled, like for good. A good three minutes ticked last and just when Mouse might think he had ran like a coward, Blink flashed into reality swinging a length of cast iron pipe.
"Eat metal asshole!"
Not the best right phrase... but cut the kid some slack, he did get punched in the face not once, but twice.
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May 25, 2019 23:04:17 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 25, 2019 23:04:17 GMT
Before he knew what was hitting him.... Something was hitting him. Hard and blunt and right across the fucking jaw. Mouse stumbled backwards at the pipe bashed across his massive head. Yes, even his head grew slightly inside. Like Mouse's head wasn't swollen enough on a regular basis. Blood trickled down from the beasts lips. Anger curled into his lips as he reached up and wiped the blood away with his arm.
Only there was no one there. Who the fuck hit him? Mouse couldn't figure it out. He had blinked in and blinked out in literally a blink of an eye. Mouse looked around the room. "Where you hide little man?!?" He roared. "Mouse no play games! Mouse angry. Mouse not like to angry!!!!!" His roars shook the decrepit foundation of the old house.
Because that's where they were. They were in an old abandoned house two blocks away from the fool's dice club. Each of the fools had their little vacation spots. Silver Shadow liked to do his interrogations in an old abandoned steel mill. Mouse liked this place because of what it symbolized. A little girl was beaten and killed here by her father before it was condemned. Innocent blood was spilled here. He felt like it sort of balanced the books to spill a little blood here of someone who actually deserved it.
Mouse was a realist, but deep down he was a nice guy. The fools weren't bad guys. Sure they were scumbags, criminals and assholes, but the fought for the little guy. They cracked down and beat ass of anyone who was abusing their wives or children. They kicked the shit out of anyone who was selling drugs in Detroit.... They sold their drugs outside the city limits. They were righteous and somehow they felt like the protected the community. While serving themselves of course.
That was not the man standing here right now. This was a different beast entirely. Mouse was in this form incredibly stupid. Ruled by emotion and easily angered. He looked around and when he didn't see the blinky little man he began to start punching holds in the wall. Mouse ripped out a support beam and took out an entire wall with it like a baseball bat. Dust and debris flew everywhere. Luckily it wasn't a load bearing beam. "WHERE..... IS.....BLINKYMAN!" He bellowed getting angrier by the second.
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May 30, 2019 22:00:42 GMT
Post by Blink on May 30, 2019 22:00:42 GMT
Once Blink was able to teleport, he could have just escaped. In fact, that is likely what most people would have done. After all, spending quality time with his new friend did not look to be good for anyone's health. But Blink was reasonably smart, at least when it came to head smarts. He had a real good idea who these 'wrong people' he had apparently stolen from. Now he hadn't intended to steal from them... in fact he had no idea that these particular bad guys had any interest in the places he had been targeting. But he knew now, and he couldn't just blink away, not without leaving town, or maybe winking out of existence entirely. Nope. Blink was confident that if he tried to get away his life in town was going to be one where he constantly had to look over his shoulder.
That meant staying. And this brought him to the next problem: Mr. Smashy-Smash-Smash. Blink needed to subdue the walking slab of mutant muscle, at least until he could find someone to reason with. Fuck his face hurt. Blink did not want to experience the big lug's fists again, so he tried to keep out of his line of sight, blinking in and out of existence as need be.
When he flickered into reality beside the mutant's tools, conveniently laid out on the workbench, he grabbed one at random and poof! he winked out again. He hadn't looked at what he had nicked, so when he flashed back into range of Mr. Muscles, his eyes went wide as he struck the big muty with the nail-spiked dildo. The absurdity of the random choice of weapon caused him to stall teleporting again, for a split second anyways. Long enough to get hit once more before he leapt out of reality.
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May 31, 2019 19:00:31 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 31, 2019 19:00:31 GMT
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Mouse was angry. Fuming really. He swung wildly only catching air as the little fucker blinked too fast for him to keep up with. The downside to large muscles is you move much slower. Mouse was getting a little winded from all the tireless swings at nothing.
He howled in pain when he felt the stab of something on the side of his head. Yep. There it was. Hanging form the side of his head was a huge wiggly, jiggly purpose dildo. It had been spiked to the side of his head with an impressive floppy swing that drove a nail into Mouse's skull. The pain was incredible but he couldn't worry about that.
Mouse roared with enough force to knock over the wooden chair in the room. He grabbed the little pipsqueak out of the air by around his ankle and slung him as hard as he could into a wall. He threw him with such speed and such force he didn't have time to blink that time. He hit the wall leaving a crater and Mouse slowly shrunk back to his less impressive stature. The ripped clothes hung loose on him as he dropped to his knees.
Mouse was leaning on his knuckles and breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. Who knew the little jerk had so much fight in him. He could honestly say that he was pretty impressed. Lulu would want to meet him personally. Not only to work off what he had stole, but she would probably want to put him in a prospect's jacket. She was a bit of a collector when it came to super powered personalities. Anyone with any sort of abilities usually ended up working for the fools if she could help it.
"You got balls kid. I'll give you that." Mouse said without looking up. Pushing himself to his feet he cracked his neck. The Dildo flopped around on the side of his head. It still had lube on it that rubbed against the side of his bearded face. Mouse groaned and ripped it out of his head. Fuck. His day was turning into a shit sandwich with no mayo. And you couldn't eat a shit sandwich with no mayo. It'd be too dry.
Mouse turned and looked at the kid. "If you're not dead get on your feet. There's someone I want you to meet. And trust me kid, she's scarier than me. And a lot more dangerous." Mouse smirked. He actually kinda liked the kid. He wasn't the biggest or the strongest, but he had heart. And that counted for a lot when you got right down to it. |
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Post by Blink on Jun 5, 2019 16:24:28 GMT
That moment of hesitation was Blink's downfall. The brute seized him by the ankle and the next thing Blink knew, he was being tossed around like a rag doll. He tried to teleport, in fact he might have flickered in-and-out several times in his attempts, but it was too late. With his ability causing him to strobe, Blink hit a very solid wall. He heard a distinct crunch, and he was pretty sure it wasn't the sound of cracking plaster.
Thud. The kid slid down the dented wall and flopped into the concrete. He just lay there, wheezing, but otherwise remained still. Maybe he was playing dead. Or every part of him might just be a little bit battered and bruised and the concrete floor was so refreshingly cold against his cheek.
Blink coughed. He spit up some blood. He thought he might have broken a rib. And he was certain his nose was never going to look right again. Somewhere in the distance, filtered through the dull throbbing ache which pulsed through his body, he heard the big man talk. Something about meeting someone? The fuck.
Blink got up. Well, not exactly. The kid managed to get himself up onto his hands and knees. His head hung low. With an effort, he lifted his head and looked towards his assailant. He gave a toothy grin, smeared with blood, and he was gone again. When he reappeared, it was behind the torturer. Blink punched him, or he tried, but all he managed to do was lose his balance, beat up as he was. He teetered back and fell onto his arse.
"Fine..." he sighed, "Lets go meet this scary lady."
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Post by Mouse on Jun 5, 2019 23:56:55 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Recent events had seen a tonal shift. The swift and avenging action of breaking up the power couple. Johnny Rome and Lulu Milton were no longer the King and Queen of the Fools. It was only Lulu. Johnny was gone. Fucked off to god knows where, maybe he was in hiding. Cheating on a woman with absolute strength and the ability to rip the world in half will have you hiding like that. Through all the debris and all the wreckage that was their shattered love stood Mouse. Standing there on the other side. By Lulu's side. Right where he should be.
Mouse loved her and maybe that made him stupid. Crossing someone as dangerous as Johnny, but fuck it he was dangerous. He was dangerous and pissed off and maybe he had enjoyed the torture sessions just a little too much lately. The kid was still standing though. Sorta. He only smirked at the kid as he whiffed on a punch and fell on his ass. "Yeah, let's go see the scary lady." Mouse said dryly knowing he was referring to his own girlfriend. Grabbing the kid by the collar of his shirt he drug him across the dirty floor.
If the kid didn't have his tetnis shot he was pretty fucked. Mouse didn't own a car. He owned a motorcycle. He had drove it hear after one of the other fools had tied the kid up to the chair. He was just called in to do a little aggressive question asking. Now needing a ride he didn't have shit. He pulled the kid to his feet and slung him hard. The kid stumbled backwards slamming his back against some rando car. Mouse picked up a loose brick and threw it through the window. "Well... Get in. Or do you want to ride in the trunk?" He asked with a smile.
Not really waiting for an answer he walked around the car and was ready to punch out the other window with his elbow when he realized it was already unlocked. Ooops. Mouse went to work on hotwiring the car. All but ignoring the bleeding squirt in the passenger seat until the car roared to life. Mouse looked at him a moment with a serious expression. "Well.... Buckle your seatbelt. Safety first." The cocky sarcasm spill out of his mouth and he almost laughed at his own irony. "What's your name anyways kid?" He asked, waiting for him to buckle before pulling off down the road. | TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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Jun 13, 2019 19:23:31 GMT
Post by Blink on Jun 13, 2019 19:23:31 GMT
Every part of Blink's body hurt. Especially his nose. He suddenly sympathized with the strawberries that went into making a daiquiri, because that's what a run-in with Mouse felt like, being run through a blender. Being man-handled outside and to their.... borrowed ride did not really help. The only advantage was he did not have to rely on holding himself up all by himself. Heh.
The car seat was a welcome respite, even with the glass digging at the seat of his jeans. Blink flopped his head back. His vision faded for a minute, but then flashed back into the moment. The kid turned to look at the big man talking. His lips were moving, something about seatbelts. Maybe he was concussed he thought, grinning with stupid revelation. Could a fist to your face concuss you?
"Blink" he replied, and he actually reached out, offering the man his hand. And as his brain caught up, he pulled on his seatbelt. It took him a few attempts but he did finally manage to buckled in.
"So just who is this lady we are going to see?"
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Jun 14, 2019 23:29:51 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 14, 2019 23:29:51 GMT
Mouse didn't bother to answer anymore of the kid's questions. He already had a blinding headache. He was doing everything he could not to reach up and start rubbing the bridge of his nose. Man, this kid loved to fucking talk. And not even anything interesting. He was one of those nervous talkers. Mouse was quiet. He reveled in a moment's of silence. Mouse was much more of the quiet type. If he opened his mouth it was because he had something to fucking say.
It wasn't long before they were pulling up into the Fool's Dice Club. Mouse directed his little friend with a few stern words. "Out of the car." He demanded. Getting out himself and walking up the steps without bothering to turn around and check to make sure that the kid had indeed listened. He could have vanished away. He could have ran the first chance Mouse turned his back, but Mouse had faith that he wouldn't.
Unless he had misjudged him. Mouse had deemed the kid to have a great whopping pair of balls. Balls enough to steal from the fools. Hell that's pretty much how Kenny had became a member. Standing on the same Fool's Street corner every day peddling pot to anyone who would buy it when it was clearly fools' turf. He got a ass kicking for 3 days straight, and for 3 days straight he kept showing up on the corner to sell his drugs unafraid . On the fourth day they brought him a Fool's Dice prospect jacket.
The Fools respected people who had balls. It was a very good way to get noticed. But there was a very thin line between brave and stupid. Some people could throttle that line and live to walk away....Others.... Well let's just say the Fools had a high body count and a lower tolerance for stupid. Moving through the club Mouse found Lulu's office door at the back. Only casually turning around to make sure the kid was still with him. He chuckled a bit to see the kid limping up behind him. "You look like a shit salad with asscheese dressing and crutons" He alughed.
Knocking on the door he knew Lulu wouldn't want to be interupted. At the same time he also knew that she wanted to meet the person who was dumb enough to knock over spots that were important for the fools. Word on the street was it was just a single guy. Word on the street was correct, though who they found was slightly less physically imposing then they imagined. Still the kid had a story to tell. Mouse brought him to the boss to tell it and he wouldn't mind hearing it himself. |
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Jun 15, 2019 22:34:11 GMT
Post by Blink on Jun 15, 2019 22:34:11 GMT
Apparently they were playing the silence game. Blink clued in to that pretty quickly after a few minutes basically talking to himself. Fine, if that was how it was going to be. Turns out Blink lasted maybe two minutes before he asked another question... and he got the same response: nothing. It was going to be a long drive if this was how it was going to be.
Fortunately the car came to a stop in front of the Fool's Dice Club. It was somewhat anticlimactic. Blink had figured these were the guys he had run afoul of. Still, the sight of the actual club might have caused his heart to skip a beat. He listened to the big man when he finally deigned to speak once more.
And when Mouse commented on his appearance, Blink smirked and shot back: "Yeah? Well at least I don't look like I just got hit in the head with a spiked dildo.. and liked it." He said this while tentatively rubbing the sides of his nose. He was checking to see if it was broken. Shit it hurt just touching it.
He waited patiently as Mouse rapped on the door.
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Jun 29, 2019 15:49:49 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jun 29, 2019 15:49:49 GMT
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notes here [attr="class","kikan"]  Over the past few weeks things had been on a high speed train of change. With Johnny dethroned and gone like ashes in the wind Lulu had her work cut out for her. With all the reckless partying the territory lines had gotten soft and other gangs had been moving into Detroit. Stuff she didn't even realize because Johnny had stopped really speaking to her months prior. Everyone feared the power couple but news spread fast that the king and queen had split. It caused the bolder gangs to attempt pushing the territory lines but lulu put the guys out to remind the city who owned it. Beat her back into submission and maker her beg for mercy. Today was already started off badly when they found one of their weapons dealers had been selling to the enemy. Even worse they sold a shipment that the fools had already paid for to one of the newer gangs in town so that led to buster and William tracking him down and dumping him on the floor in front of a very unhappy lulu. "Sorry we had to meet this way Lenny but I got some very disappointing news this morning." Lulu spoke as she got up from her office desk and moved around to stand in front of the cowering man. Leaning down she looked over the rim of her reading glasses and gave a un amused smile. "A little birdy told me you sold my guns to an enemy. So tell me who it was and I might spare you a world of pain." she offered to the man who was now shaking and nervous before her. 'I cant they'll kill me.' He responded and just like that lulu was done with this conversation. Moving to his side she quickly grabbed his arm. Twisting it the audible sounds of bone breaking could be heard along with loud screams. 'The Diablos!!! I... Sold ...them to the Diablos.' The pained man spoke as lulu kept twisting his arm. She paused for a moment when there was a knock on the door and shot a glance to Benny for him to open it. "Hey benny boy arent those the guys you stole your girl from? The woman abusers?" Lulu asked and just got a nod from him. With a quick jerk and sound of a rip could be heard and a pop as she pulled lennys arms right off his body. Blood splattered on her clothes and face which made her start to hit the bleeding man repeatedly with his arm. Once he stopped making a sound she looked up with William and buster. " Drop him off as a warning to the diablos. No one fucks with us without paying a price." Her attention turned to mouse and some tiny kid who had entered the room. Stepping infront of mouse she leaned up and pressed her lips to his for a moment before letting her attention turned to the kid. "Perhaps you can explain why Justin bieber is in my office witnessing a murder.".β½[newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/TyUZes4.jpg);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans] |
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Jun 29, 2019 19:57:26 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 29, 2019 19:57:26 GMT
Mouse didn't answer with his usual short answer. Normally so direct and to the point, here he went a little off the rails. "Well, you wanted me to find out who was hitting all those properties. Enter this little shit stain. I confronted him about it and.... He hit me with a dildo Lulu. He hit me with a dildo." Mouse, who was not usually known for making jokes was straight faced and serious. The serious tone of his voice coupled with the phrase, "he hit me with a dildo." Just hit the ear in a funny way.
Mouse looked at the kid and then back to Lulu. Honestly he didn't mind the fight. It was good for him to get a little fight in now and again. No one wanted to challenge Mouse in the cage because Mouse was a big hulking motherfucker even before his powers kicked in. On the flip side of the coin he had the ability to shrink too and taht almost made him more deadly.
Still the kid had put up a surprisingly good fight and Mouse could see the potential in his abilities. The Fools didn't have a teleporter at all among them. That was a skill that could very well come in handy. "He can teleport." Mouse added with a gruff and gravely voice. His big massive arms were folded against his chest and he for some reason felt a little self conscious about being seen as the boss ladies eye candy. Still, Mouse crossed the room and stood beside Lulu who was leaning back and sititng on the corner of the desk.
Mouse was all too entirely used to seeing Lulu covered in blood. Her tempers were that of legend, but he had witnessed the legend first hand more than most. Mouse was usually the one cleaning up the bodies. Mouse watched as Benny dragged the body out of the room and down the hallway. It was awkward and no one really said a word until he had left the room. Leaving a awkward silence where the only sound in the room was the squeak of blood slipping across the floor until they were gone.
Mouse, was now beside Lulu and leaned into her ear to whisper to her. "He could work off his debt to the club. We could use someone with those skills." He mentioned. Mouse was not a incredibly intelligent man. He had a good brain for business, and he was a god damned prodigy when it came to cinematography, but mostly he was brawn not brains. He had a good personality and a decent head on his shoulders, but Lulu was clearly the brains of the operation. Still, Mouse's suggestion wasn't a bad one. He could see Lulu twisting the idea in her head even though she had yet to speak on it. |
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