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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:45 pm
"Nothing to do but shop in this town. We do have a park though!" Mot perked up, leading Roch to the same one he'd taken Lizzy to.
The park was large and took up the size of a whole city block. There were weeping willows (some of which actually seemed to be weeping), killer rose bushes lining the pathways, and a Floresce pond in the center of the park. "What was it you wanted to try?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:50 pm
Roch got his phone out and pulled up a video, turning it to show the other reaper. "It's called jumpstyle, man, it's awesome! I really sucked when I started though. Dancing? Not so much my thing. But it's a lot of fun! Wanna try?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:13 pm
Mot leaned over, watching the video with a curious stare until it started to really get going. His lips pulled into a smirk. It did look fun. Mot loved dancing, and this seemed simple. Even better that it involved dancing with others.
"I sure do, partner! Let's give this a go!" He grinned devilishly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:18 pm
Roch grinned and pulled up another video, handing it over to the other boil. "That shows you the basics!" he said. "It's pretty awesome!" He got all sorts of excited to be teaching the other boil, and before he knew it, a bell was chiming five o'clock.
"C'mon, time to go," he said, panting slightly. He wiped at his forehead with the back of his arm, grinning at his pal. "Can you believe it? We're actually going to see Jimi!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:23 pm
Maybe they looked like goofs jumping around, tripping over their own feet once in a while, but boy did Mot have a ball. The hours went by, and before he knew it, it was time for a concert.
"Woah, that's right! I forgot about Jimi!" Mot exclaimed, panting as he leaned his hands on his knees. He righted himself up again, nodding his head. "Right, let's go!" Mot raced off ahead, attempting to leave Roch in the dust of his spurred heels.
Race?
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:27 pm
Roch ran, chasing after the other boil with a laugh. "Jack, man, we don't got the tickets, my old man does!" he called over to him as he turned towards the bench they had met at that morning. Vegas was there, but Austin was nowhere to be seen.
The large reaper looked extremely intimidating lounging there, his cigar clamped between his teeth as he talked to someone over the phone. Roch pulled to a stop, suddenly remembering something. "Oye, Mot? Do you remember?" he asked quietly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:38 pm
Mot skidded to a stop, looking from Vegas to Roch. The old man sure looked ominous sitting there. Big, dark and intimidating. And all he was doing was smoking and talking on the phone. Adult reapers were so cool sometimes.
Except his own dad. Just.. no.
"Hm? Remember what?" Mot asked in a hush, eyeing his friend curiosuly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:39 pm
"Casino Royale," Roch said quietly, seeing Vegas look over them, clearly realizing they were there. "You remember the guy in the back? The scary as hell guy you started yelling at? Or how about how I got in on my name for some strange reason?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:54 pm
Mot had nearly forgotten about that day he'd followed Roch to the seedy casino. Ugh. It made his blood boil all over again. The reaper's gloved hands formed tight fists, gritting his teeth in irritation. "Yeah, what about that jerbag?" Mot seethed.
Why was Roch bringing it up now?
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:57 pm
"You're lookin' at him," Roch said with a snort. "Meet my granddad, Vegas," he said, raising his voice as he started for the large reaper. "Blood, and all that," he added dryly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I like to believe the jacktardness waters down with generations."
"And you'd be wrong," Vegas replied, hanging up his phone and slipping it into his pocket.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:04 pm
Roch's grandad... is Vegas the a*****e Reaper from the Casino?
Now, back at the casino, Mot had some mighty strong words toward the big guy, mostly because he was able to hide behind his hat. Now? Sure, he had a hat around his neck, and a large sombrero in his hand. However, Mot was still getting accustomed to living without a security blanket, and having his facial features visible for all to see.
He was unable to hide his seething hatred his eyes were preojecting. Which was strange, because Mot was a pretty forgiving guy. Apparently Vegas and Sarias managed to earn themselves on a special list.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:22 pm
"Ahhh, now I remember," Vegas said, looking quite comfortable with the look of hatred on the boil's face. "The singer boil. You've gained weight," he said. "You look a little less like Jack Skellington."
"Old geezer, I suggest you be nice to my best bro," Roch said, his jaw taunt. "Or I'll gang up with Dad the next time he threatens to kill you."
"Now that just ain't fair. You still wouldn't win, but it still ain't fair," Vegas complained.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:40 pm
Mot fought with every inch of himself not to lunge at the reaper. He hated him. Hates his guts, his face and his gravely voice.He almost wished the three of the could gang up on the old fart right then and there.
Where was Roch's father anyway?
Mot's desire to see Jimi perform was fazing out now that seething disgust overwhelmed him. This old guy's stench was going to drive him nuts, he just knew it. One more smart remark out of him and Mot was ready to whip out his weapon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:48 pm
"Mot?" Roch said quietly, "breathe. Seriously, now he's just gettin' your goat. Although it's interesting to see you this pissed off, Bandit. It really brings out the color of your eyes," he teased.
"You know what my dad did to me, though? He had me CONVINCED we were out of gas money and stranded here yesterday. So while those two jerks were downing coffee and flirting with pretty ghouls, I was workin' my a** off on the street corner, trying to make some quick seeds."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 5:01 pm
Mot's intense stare flicked to the corners of his eyes at Roch, an eyebrow twitching in irritation. Oh yes, his eye color did glow ever so nicely when he was angry~.
He stared at Roch as he explained his little incident in town from the day prior, his gaze slowly shifting back to Vegas, then back to Roch. "And?" How was this helping, exactly? Mot still hated this b*****d and his stupid cigar and looking so smug and ARARARAAR!
Apparently when mot lost his cool, he really lost his cool.
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