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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 1:51 pm
"I think..." Roch said, having recovered quickly enough as well. "We found Vegas."
"I don't mind people giving my grandson s**t," the old man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall and dangerous looking, with lines on his face but broad shoulders and huge hands. "But I have to draw the line at killing him. Boys, get those two out of my casino."
The two attackers were hauled out by massively huge monsters, tossed out onto the street like dirty water.
"Jack," Roch muttered. "That explains the name thing."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 1:56 pm
"Grandson?!"
Rikki hovered in the shadows, his legs cramped from the freeze but still bouncing a bit from adrenaline. This was all a bit weird to him, and he felt like he would need to bolt at the drop of the hat. When the two jerks were dragged outside, Rikki sidestepped to the side of the stage away from the monster bouncers. At this point, he wasn't willing to trust anyone.
"What's going on Roch?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:06 pm
"Our gig turned out to be... it doesn't matter," Roch said. "Old guy, I quit," he said to Vegas, letting his guitar disappear. "Treatin' me like this just because I happen to be related. That's bullshit. I am a JACKIN GOOD GUITAR PLAYER," he bellowed.
The old reaper didn't say a word, just took a drag off his cigar.
"I don't need any favors from family. I ain't had them--" Then he stopped. Well s**t. Why did he have to remember that now?? "C'mon, Rikki. Time to leave."
He headed for the door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:53 pm
Rikki was right behind Roch as he descended the stage, belongings in hand. He glared at the men he passed and even harder at the man with the cigar. There was little left to be said. "You've got a weird family, Roch."
He tugged his hoodie on as they walked and spun his drumsticks around his fingers. "So much for earning some seeds."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:56 pm
"Sorry," Roch said sharply, then he shook his head. "I mean--"
"You need to sharpen that weapon of yours, boil. It's getting dull." The man was gone before Roch could turn around. The punk boil cursed and glowered at the shadows before heading up the stairs and into the night.
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