Post by Baby Jenks on Jun 6, 2016 21:15:39 GMT -5
“They’re here.”
With those words she shifts into motion from her moody lean on a stoop, the stuttering flourescent light offering little in the way of reassurance. Roderick along with her as her informer for the hit, she gives the two men an appraising look.
The one on the left was just - massive. A walking wall of meat, long dark hair, bone structure that looked like it had been hacked off with a machete instead of gently moulded to its desired shape. The one on the right was shorter, but only compared to the beast of questionable hygiene he shared his job with. Whispering to Roderick under the guise of putting on chapstick, she couldn’t hide her scorn.
“Just two? Too easy.”
Coy smile on her face, she walks forward with a li’l bit of hip (or as grammy used to say, a bit of sass), Roderick keeps a half step behind, giving her a quick rundown.
“Heh, sure, Baby Jenks. Sure. I need you to take down that one on the right. Calls himself Katana Blade - dumbass names on these guys, amirite?
“Right as rain, Sketch.”
“Glad you’re with me, BABY JENKS. Anyway.
Big and dumb, huh? On it.
She lunges forward, jumping up and wrapping Jenks grunts as his fist finds her gut, snarling at Roderick through clenched teeth as she struggles to hold Katana Blade still. “You know - Sketch - you could - help - me out - here.”
Back flat against the wall, he shakes his head. “Nah, this just gets funnier the longer it goes.”
Tightening her bicep, she smiles at the gratifying gurgle from the slob’s windpipe. “Like sex - with a retard - but enough - about - this dude’s mother.”
The big dumb animal finally going down in a heap, she looks at the other one as she rises, brushing the arms of her denim jacket off.
“What about you, don’t you wanna tangle?”
He pulls out a wad of mashed up felt from his pockets, separating each sad, tattered, mystery stained piece and slipping them on a finger.
...yeah, finger puppets.
Waggling his hands at her, he begins to froth at the mouth, speaking in tongues as his eyes roll back in his head. Jenks takes a few startled steps back.
“The FUCK!?”
“They call him Tonindopa. Some kind of brain chemical or something, I dunno, head doctor bullshit.”
“Is he going to… well, do anything?”
“Nah, he just scares people with the finger puppets.”
She stares at the idiot with the finger puppets and the idiot making a drool puddle on the asphalt.
“So… are we done here, then?”
Roderick looks at her, beady eyes shrewd.
“Yeah, we’re done.”
With those words she shifts into motion from her moody lean on a stoop, the stuttering flourescent light offering little in the way of reassurance. Roderick along with her as her informer for the hit, she gives the two men an appraising look.
The one on the left was just - massive. A walking wall of meat, long dark hair, bone structure that looked like it had been hacked off with a machete instead of gently moulded to its desired shape. The one on the right was shorter, but only compared to the beast of questionable hygiene he shared his job with. Whispering to Roderick under the guise of putting on chapstick, she couldn’t hide her scorn.
“Just two? Too easy.”
Coy smile on her face, she walks forward with a li’l bit of hip (or as grammy used to say, a bit of sass), Roderick keeps a half step behind, giving her a quick rundown.
“Heh, sure, Baby Jenks. Sure. I need you to take down that one on the right. Calls himself Katana Blade - dumbass names on these guys, amirite?
“Right as rain, Sketch.”
“Glad you’re with me, BABY JENKS. Anyway.
Big and dumb, huh? On it.
She lunges forward, jumping up and wrapping Jenks grunts as his fist finds her gut, snarling at Roderick through clenched teeth as she struggles to hold Katana Blade still. “You know - Sketch - you could - help - me out - here.”
Back flat against the wall, he shakes his head. “Nah, this just gets funnier the longer it goes.”
Tightening her bicep, she smiles at the gratifying gurgle from the slob’s windpipe. “Like sex - with a retard - but enough - about - this dude’s mother.”
The big dumb animal finally going down in a heap, she looks at the other one as she rises, brushing the arms of her denim jacket off.
“What about you, don’t you wanna tangle?”
He pulls out a wad of mashed up felt from his pockets, separating each sad, tattered, mystery stained piece and slipping them on a finger.
...yeah, finger puppets.
Waggling his hands at her, he begins to froth at the mouth, speaking in tongues as his eyes roll back in his head. Jenks takes a few startled steps back.
“The FUCK!?”
“They call him Tonindopa. Some kind of brain chemical or something, I dunno, head doctor bullshit.”
“Is he going to… well, do anything?”
“Nah, he just scares people with the finger puppets.”
She stares at the idiot with the finger puppets and the idiot making a drool puddle on the asphalt.
“So… are we done here, then?”
Roderick looks at her, beady eyes shrewd.
“Yeah, we’re done.”
