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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 18:02:22 GMT -5
*War pushed the door open hard, a subtle but persistent dizziness buzzing around just under his skull. Something was very wrong. First Brandi was nagging him about the logistics of baby making. More appropriately making his babies. Which those two walking piles of dust needed to get on. It's not like he was going to wait all week.*
"Yeah well... screw her...."
*He walks over to a dumpster and the sound of his zipper lowering is followed quickly by the sound of liquid striking the brick wall of Valhalla. His focus elsewhere War doesn't notice the tiny blond girl turning the corner and skipping towards him while humming.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 18:08:59 GMT -5
*Eden stared at the strange man while he marked the dumpster. But for the smell of it, she wasn't sure why he wanted to. She frowned, clutching her blanket.*
"Hey, Mister...why do you want that?"
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 18:16:21 GMT -5
*War raised an eyebrow and looked back over his shoulder at the little girl. Tucking away the Little Soldier he turned and rested an arm on the dumpster.*
"Want what, poppet? And what's that you got there?"
*He motioned to her blanket.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 18:20:43 GMT -5
*Eden shrugged.*
"It's my cookies. And my sandwich."
*She shifted the bundle between her hands, peeling back the layers of blanket as she continued.*
"My mother was unhappy, so I left. I want her to find peace with being dead."
*She seemed very indifferent, producing a slimy, mushed up peanut butter sandwich and held it out to him.*
"You want some?"
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 18:35:03 GMT -5
*War knelt down and cocked his head. Obviously someone could do as they were told and squirt a kid out. Why was it such a problem for the others?*
"Actually, poppet... that looks like someone shit it out."
*He leaned down and sniffed it before looking back into her face.*
"Yeah... I'll pass. So other than interrupting this body's functions and letting your mother find peace now that she's worm food... ok kid you have to get that out of my face."
*He snatches the lump of sandwich out of the blanket and tosses it over his shoulder.*
"Was making me nauseous... If you want some food we'll get you something that doesn't look like it was scrapped off the bottom of my boot."
*He pointed towards his coupe.*
"Want to go for a ride?"
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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 18:40:16 GMT -5
*Eden's eyes lit up.*
Neat! So shiny....
*She nodded eagerly, scampering to the side of the car, trying to peer inside.*
"Yes! I mean...what is it? Are we going somewhere in particular?"
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 18:51:28 GMT -5
*War chuckled and opened the drivers side door, boosting her up as he did.*
"It's my ride... this week. And we're going to get you some real food. That crap sammich just won't do... Got to put the right fuel in if you expect to get the right results out. Hell... that thing would leave you panting half way through lopping off some poor blokes head."
*Climbing in to his seat he cranked the engine and revved it a few times, the torque twisting coupe's body slightly. He looked over at the little tyke and patted his lap.*
"Wanna drive? I've been drinking so it might not be safe for me to..."
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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 18:59:43 GMT -5
*Eden frowned. Her sandwich had been perfect. But still...whatever this was, it was kind of neat.*
"Hell yeah."
*She crawled up onto his lap, looking at everything.*
"How do I make it go?"
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 19:05:52 GMT -5
*War chuckled and guided her hands to the wheel.*
"You let me worry about that. Since I can reach the pedals and all. You just worry about steering... and avoid hitting anything harder than a cow."
*Gunning the engine War peeled out down the cobblestone streets.*
"Though people are worth twenty points."
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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 19:11:31 GMT -5
"Like a game?" *She asked brightly.*
*Eden hunched over the wheel, focusing her attention.*
"Then make sure we're going fast, I want to get as many as possible."
*And she was completely ready to do so.*
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 19:19:49 GMT -5
*Looking over the girls head War kept his own hands off the wheel as he accelerated sharply.*
"Yes, poppet... like a game. And look... here comes the first target."
*War motioned out the windshield towards a spindly old tinker pushing his cart.*
"Try to miss the wagon though.. it's got sharp bits."
*He gunned the engine, which roared as if hungry as it sped towards the elderly man. As he pushed the speed of his mount higher he fumbled with the radio, finally settling on a hard hitting punkabilly song.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 19:30:12 GMT -5
*Eden nodded, the concentration taking all of her attention. Her young mind tried to expand outward, understanding the physics of what would be required. She swerved the wheel slightly, trying to figure out how it worked. Feeling a bit more confident, she nodded with determination. She aimed carefully and the coupe made sharp contact with the man, just clipping the edge of the cart. Eden giggled contentedly, releasing the wheel right after to clap in delight. He had made such a delicious thud. He squished kinda like a peanut butter sandwich. With rocks in it. Or bones. Whatever.*
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 19:39:18 GMT -5
*Looking up in time to see the old man crumple around the grill of the coupe and slide under the wheels War slowly applied the brakes.*
"Hey now little one... hands on the wheel. Some of us might not like feeling that same impact that guy just did."
*He looked back over his shoulder at the crumpled form.*
"Twenty points... though I'm taking three for clipping the cart. Casual mayhem aside if you've got a target at least be efficient. Not knocking collateral damage... just wasn't the goal this time..."
*He shifted slightly as he leaned over to open the glove box and retrieve a bottle of whiskey. War gunned the engine again but slower to give the girl time to retake control of the vehicle. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle he took a swig.*
"So you're at seventeen points."
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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 19:47:15 GMT -5
*Eden gripped the wheel tightly, looking for the next target.*
"How many is the most points ever? 'Cause I want to do more."
*She smiled delightedly, aiming towards a crowd at the next corner.*
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 19:57:00 GMT -5
"Well... considering I don't think serial vehicular manslaughter has been invented yet... I'd say seventeen is the record. But that's easily beaten. And we wouldn't want that would we?"
*He musses her hair a bit as he takes another long swig from the bottle. Death might get onto him about adding names to the list on the fly but what was the worst Skinny would do? Tisk at him somberly?*
"And there's women and children in that one... they might not be worth as many points... but I like the thought..."
*He brings the car to a complete stop as it comes in line with the crowd, which look on with nervous wonderment. Revving the engine a few times War grins?*
"Ready? I think you'll get one attempt before they scatter... so what do we always aim for...."
*He bends slightly and whispers in her ear.*
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