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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:55 pm
The moon was full. It shone huge and shiny high in the sky, lighting up the night as Roch tugged a small bag over his shoulder and stepped out of the dorm. He looked both ways, as if worried someone was watching him, then started off, heading down the path that led towards the exit. There were a few places he could be going, the ghost dorm, the registration office, but something seemed to tell anyone watching that neither was his destination.
No, Roch was heading into town. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking a bit worried as he made his way past all the prospective stops and onto the road that left the campus behind him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:04 pm
Boooooring night! The reaper cowboil had nothing to do. Sick of being in his bedroom, Mot decided he would perhaps take a walk.
The tall boil walked silently through the dorm, not really in much of any hurry. Then he saw someone he recognized leaving the building. With a bag. And looking... suspicious.
Wasn't that Roch? Where was he going, and why did it seem like he didn't want to be seen? Mot had two choices...
1) Leave the boil to his own business
2) Be a total snoop and follow him.
The answer was obvious, so with a smirk and light footed pace, Mot followed after Roch, keeping some distance away so as not to alert him of his presence. He kept to the shadows, hiding behind pillars and alleys when needed.
Soon enough, they were off school property. It was time to strike. Mot smirked playfully, sneaking up behind Roch in a very animated way before slipping beside him. "Sooooooo~you come here often, handsome~? Oh! It's Roch? Mercy me~ Isn't my face red!" Mot grinned devilishly at the other boil, clearly teasing him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:08 pm
Roch jumped, cursing at the come on line. "Jackdamn, Bandit! Don't do that! The idea of you hitting on me is enough to give a boil a jackin' heart attack!" he said, snorting. He took a second to glance around. "What are you doin' out here? It's almost midnight!"
Which made him a complete hypocrite. But he was him and Bandit was Bandit, there was a difference! Then again... he frowned. "You just gonna invite yourself along, aren't you?" he said, reaching up and tugging his bag a little higher up his shoulder. "You shouldn't. You really, really shouldn't."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:18 pm
Mot laughed out loud at Roch's response. He didn't need to be sneaky anymore, so he laughed all he wanted.
While it was true he would just follow him anyway, it was because Roch seemed to be doing something bad that Mot wanted to tag along. Why? He looked out for his fellow reapers. That's why. "No, I really think I should." Mot answered back, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. "My gut tells me you're up to something. I won't stop you, but if you need backup, I'll help you out." He peered at Roch from the corner of his eye. There was no saying no. Mot was following him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:25 pm
"When have I ever been up to something in my entire life?" Roch asked, as if that was a real claim. He shrugged, giving in before the other boil could even reply to that. "I'm just gonna go... check some things out. Maybe find out some information. But there's a chance I'll run into a friend of the family, so I brought some toys for him to play with," he said, reaching up and tugging on the strap of his bag.
The night was cold, but he wasn't wearing a jacket. He didn't seem to notice the cold that much, either. "Hey, Bandit, where did you grow up at? What was it like?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:42 pm
Roch always looked like he was up to something. He was a total punk. It would take a lot of convincing to make him seem otherwise. Regardless, he didn't seem to be trying to make Mot leave. Good. It was easier when they just gave in.
"My home? Hm.." Mot gazed off ahead, grimacing a bit. "A community of Reapers in the city. Houses all squished together. Most of the time it was stuffy and boring as Hell, unless you went into the slums. That's where the fun was." He chuckled a bit then shrugged. "Unfortunately, my Mom is a total hardass. She found out I was sneaking out at night and barred my windows. I'd still be grounded were it not for the fact I'm at school." Mot did love his family, just... did not like being there. At all. "She's got this idea in her head that I shouldn't be wasting my time with anything other than studying."
Mot rolled his neck a bit. He didn't really like talking about home. He was free as a bird here. He could make friends, hang out, do what he wanted within reason. He didn't want to give that up. "How about you?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:47 pm
"It was... absolutely nothing like that," Roch said. "I wanna see a reaper community sometime." Which meant he'd not grown up in one. Why, though, was something he wasn't telling. "Have you ever heard of someone named Vegas?" he asked abruptly. He hadn't gotten anything out of Danny when asking, but Danny wasn't a reaper. Maybe this Vegas guy was?
They could see the town in the distance already, bright lights (for Halloween, that was) the sound of carousing, it was all enough to make a little smile pull at Roch's lips. "Sounds like a good night to work."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:54 pm
"Vegas..." Mot murmured, his unseen gaze lidded as he thought. "Isn't he a well known gambler? I know I've heard his name before." Mot had been in so many gambling circles and kerfuffles that the name often came up when high rollers were mentioned. "Mind you, I've only ever heard about him. I don't know if he even exists for certain."
Mot lifted his head to regard the lights of town, smirking a bit. "Work? Oh Roch honey, are you a lady of the night? Shame on you." It was a wonder Roch hadn't hit him yet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:57 pm
Roch punched him lightly on the shoulder. "I ain't a street walker, you jackin' pervert," he said, laughing. "I'm a musician! I peddle my guitar, not my body." He kept walking, his mind going to the gambling comment. "So... if I wanted to find him, I'd have to go to a gambling hall or something, right?"
This little search didn't sound so bad, after all! "Why didn't you say so in the first place?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:07 pm
Mot laughed as he was punched, shrugging it off. If there was one thing he loved to do, it was tease his friends. "Musician, huh? A peddler. Well that is pretty cool. I'm gad I tagged along, I want to see this!" Peddlers were awesome! He remembered always enjoying their music while wandering places he ought not to be.
"Because I didn't realize you were looking for him?" Mot tilted his head. "Well, gambling hall might work. Never been in one. I always got turned away. I usually gambled on the streets. So, there is a good chance someone I have never seen would be somewhere I have never been." Logic. Mot has it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:10 pm
"You were kicked out, huh?" Roch said thoughtfully. "So we need to figure out a good way to keep from getting kicked out before we can even get in..." He frowned, then started to grin as they got to the town. "Mot, you sing?" he asked the other reaper. "Or any other thing you could pass off as music?" he asked, holding up a fist and summoning his guitar.
"Cuz you and me, we're gonna get a job," he told the other boil.
"Hey! It's the reaper boil with the guitar!" someone called. "Play us a song, reaper boil!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:32 pm
Mot started to try and come up with a plan with Roch, but the other reaper seemed to think one up before him. "Sing? yeah, I can sing decently enough. I don't know any instruments." Another case of mother dearest insisting it would be a waste of time to learn such things. Luckily, a mother could not take away her son's vocal cords, as much as the woman probably wanted to sometimes, given the back talk she received.
Mot was fairly surprised as people began to recognize Roch after summoning his weapon/instrument. Fighting with a guitar? He was not certain how that worked, but it was probably bad a**.
"You must come here often." Mot chuckled, rubbing his neck as he looked over the crowd.
"Well, I'll help out." This sounded fun!
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:37 pm
"Hey guys! I can't play tonight, see, I gotta pick up some spare cash and not run into any... family friends in the mean time. So I was thinkin I'd hit up one of the local places! Anyone know someplace we can get work--and NOT in the redlight district wearing feathers in our hair... or other places," Roch said dryly.
"I unno," a giant zombie said. "You know?" he asked the guy next to him.
"How about a... gambling hall or something?" Roch prompted. "They got lots of seeds to toss around in places like that!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:58 pm
Roch was on to something. If they got a gig in the gambling hall, they could work their way to finding this Vegas person! Genius. But how could they do it?
"Gee, that's not a bad idea." Mot said with a smirk. "Well, it's worth a shot." Mot waved off the 'helpful' strangers and led Roch to where he was sure the gambling hall was.
It was a bit foreboding. Just how would they convince these guys to let in some minors anyway? Well, charisma, don't fail him now! "Alright, act natural." He whispered to Roch before strolling up to the bodyguards. "Howdy.. We're the band."
Foolproof.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:02 pm
"You're the band," the massive werewolf guarding the door repeated, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't remember no band. How can you be the band if I don't remember no band?"
"We're new!" Roch said, showing his guitar. "I play guitar, Bandit here sings. We're--we're Punk & The Bandit! Biggest thing in town, man! We're FAMOUS!"
"That is a pretty fancy lookin' guitar..." the were said slowly, admiring Roch's ax. "Where'd a kid like you get an ax like that?"
"I'm a musical reaper," Roch said, only to curse himself inwardly as the were jerked back.
"We don't like reaper weapons bein'--"
"I don't got enough FEAR to be a problem, mister. I'm still a kid, remember?"
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