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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:29 am
C.J. nodded with a smile. "Cantina it is! But first . . ." he said, winking towards Misty as he pointed behind the crowd, who was starting to follow them.
"LOOK! Tony Stark and Paris Hilton!" he yelped, getting the crowd to turn around before looking at Misty and flagged down a cab, getting them in.
"Papa Rodriquez's cantina, and STEP ON IT!" he yelped. That trick was so old, the Dinosaurs probably fell for it! he thought.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:45 am
Misty blinked a few times, but quickly got inside the cab once it pulled over. She watched the crowd as they drove away, then blinked a few more times.
This... was definitely the oddest few days she'd ever had. That never would have worked on a normal basis. The majority of things that had happened within the last few hours never would have worked out. Actually, the probably never would have happened to begin with. Insanely rich immortal husband or super powered and short tempered super hero love interest.
With a small sigh, she turned back around in her seat and sank into the cushion.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:06 am
C.J., hide the lottery tickets.
*sratchyscratchyscratchy* "I WON A BUCK!!!"
. . . well, on second thought, we aren't gonna be the rich husband kinda anytime soon!
((Where'd we get that, anyways?))
While Misty dealt with the logical impossibilities of what in the wild blue HELL just happened, C.J. took the time to catch a nap. They had a half hour or so until they made it to the cantina. It wasn't like as if there were that many bad guys who knew they were about . . . much less whatever price Fisk had put on their heads.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:52 am
Misty ran everything that had happened through her head a few times, as well as past relationships, her current problem with Vandal Savage, and... about her newest relationship. After a while her brain decided it had had enough thinking, and gave her a nice little pounding headache to let her know it was done.
With a frown, she looked back over to CJ. She watched him for a moment, then sighed lightly and moved over in her seat to get closer to him. She snuggled up next to him, and put her head down on his shoulder to nap a bit herself.
Suppose she shouldn't think on things too much. She was safe. The babies were safe. She hadn't seen Vandal Savage yet. The thing with Fisk was... hopefully over. That should be all that really mattered.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:11 pm
As Misty rested her head on his shoulder, he snuggled up to her, wrapping an arm around as he dozed. However, in his head, things weren't always that peaceful.
((Perfectly good time for a backstory, eh?))
That's what I was thinking!
C.J. was on his own . . . the argument with his dad came to a head and the gentlemen at St. Agnes home for the clinically insane was NOT going to be a place HE was about to call home! Betrayed by his own family . . . over WHAT?! Because he had ambitions? The divorce and splitting of the home he held so near and dear? The fact that he . . . just . . . didn't FIT! Didn't why didn't they love him? He gave his family the love he could, but only got treated with contempt. Because he was different. Because he wanted to do more with life than what his hometown offered. But to no advantage. Which led to this dark and cold night. Nothing more but the clothes on his back, cash in his pocket, guitar on his back and the hounds on his trail. He had to get out of there. The guys from St. Agnes would be on him like flies on s**t if he stuck around! Hell, they were probably none too happy that he fought them THIS far! He had staggered to the tracks . . . the old spurline of the Baltimore and Ohio railroad cut through the town. If anything, he could find some peace of mind out here in the woods. Lots of deer, fish in the river and all.
That's when he heard it. A mile-long train was coming from Baltimore, bound for Frederick, Winchester VA, Paducah KY, Memphis TN, Turkey Scratch AR and, as C.J. was to find out, Shreveport and finally, Breaux Bridge, LA. The rumble of four diesel engines made the gound tremble as the train cut through the woods. C.J. running alongside it. Behind him, he could hear the bloodhounds baying from the Sheriff's office. The shouts of "Get back here, you son of a b***h!" and the shot of a pistol into the air. The flashlights that cut through the night tried to shine on him. However, the headlights of the train and such would be his salvation. As was the open boxcar door near the end. He had to. It was either escape or die . . . die before he got to live. Become a vegetable. He grabbed onto the door frame and lept, hoisting himself and the guitar up and onto the train just as it was about to cross the old trestle bridge, trailing the Patapsco river before passing through Mount Airy and New Market. A new life, a new start.
That was, at least, what happened when he left. It was in Breaux Bridge that he jumped off, bumping into Dun' on the street after ten years and his life started anew. Instead of the leap of faith and the new start, he felt the dogs catch him, chomping into his leg. A stray bullet pierce his side and fall down. Captured! He tried to escape. He screamed for help but the men had got him. Dead before he could truly live. A shell of himself.
It caused C.J. to wake up startled, before seeing Misty. He wasn't in the back of a van, strapped down to a gurney on the way to electroshock therapy and the hellish conditions of St. Agnes, nor was he locked in a jail cell. He was safe. Safe and sound with one of the few people in this old world he felt safe with. He closed his eyes and settled in, asleep for the rest of his journey to the cantina. Safe and sound.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 11:04 am
(( Daww... Poor guy. Suppose this would be a good place for a bit of a better back story for Saph as well. ))
// Probably. //
(( Too bad I'm at work and helping someone with an online resume. ))
// Hrm... //
(( .... reserve space for dream sequence? ))
// Reserve space for dream sequence. //
(( .... who am I talking to? ))
// .... *shrugs* //
(( ..... *shrugs* ))
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 12:25 pm
"WE GOT FOURTH WALL BUDDIES!!! WHASSUP?!?"
((Yeah, that sounds about right. We'll be here!))
Not that we really go away. >.>
<.<
<.>
((IGUANA!!!))
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 7:47 pm
(( Hey! What's up? ))
// She's still trying to get a good dream typed up... probably post it in these little things at some point. //
(( Probaly... ))
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 10:00 am
Give it time, boys. We'll get there.
((Hey, where'd C.J. go?!))
*over elsewhere in the library, reading a book* "Take your time, y'all. I'll be here!"
HE CAN READ?!
((Of course, we can! Why not him?))
Valid point.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:47 pm
// Well, while he's occupied over there, and we have a little back story on him, we'll just decide what sort of little dream his little blue super girl friend could be having. Past relationships? Vandal coming after her? Getting killed? Comparing her rich and lavish lifestyle with her last husband compared to.... erm... this crazy and exciting one she has now? //
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:57 pm
((So many picks, so little time))
Well, seeing how we got some choices, it's up to you!
"Crazy? I was fine until Marvel's assholes-of-the-month-club came a-callin'!"
((So says the guy who lives in a railroad car?))
"So says the guy who lives in his dad's basement?!"
((Ouch . . . shots fired!))
It's up to you, really. We'll be here a while. *straining as OOC and Character C.J. are about to start fighting* Break it up, kids!
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:15 pm
(( *slaps hands together* Freak-out-worthy-accidentally-punch-the-closest-thing-to-you-dream it is then! I'll mix it all together. Maybe I can even save myself a bit of time and cut and paste from that old Circus What if RP where she had Scarecrow gas visions. *sigh* .... was sort of looking forward to her getting captured by Vandal at the end and Goss having that fun little meeting. ))
/// .... wow. You don't hate your characters, do you? ///
(( Naaah. I love my characters. Obsess over some. Why do you ask? ))
//// ... erm... never mind. ///
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:24 pm
((I remember that one! Arell was comin' in through one door and knowing my luck, we were there, too!))
"We were?!"
Yeah! Remember? Dun' sent us to go in?
"Oh yeah. That was fun. Kinda wish I got to tangle with Captain Caveman, but knowing my luck . . . a certain Blue amnesiac would ask who I was again!"
(( . . . ANYWAYS, yeah, wild dream it is!))
"Kinda glad type-writer boy grabs us out of the fire in time."
Careful, kiddo. That may change.
((*whistles a little*))
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 3:25 pm
/// Ah, forget it... I can't get the time to sit down and type up something really good. So... I hereby save this slot in the name of the dream that no one is going to get to see until I write it out! /// /// And with that... /// ~ * ~~ * ~~ * ~~ * ~ Quite suddenly, Misty screamed and jerked the upper half of her body back and clean away from CJ. Her arm that had been pinned between the two shot out, accidentally letting the palm of her hand snap across CJ's jaw. Wide-eyed, and in a clear stat of panic, the woman pressed her back against the door just about as far as she could. After a few deep breaths, and circled gazes around the cab, she seemed to realize where she was again, and calmed down.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 3:33 pm
K-POW!!! The scream and the slap BOTH got the Manic Marylander's attention, leaving him dazed and seeing stars. "Well, DAMN! I knew I was ugly, but not THAT bad!" he growled, rubbing his jaw. By then the cab had pulled to a stop, the hit even getting the cabbie's attention. "Hey, man . . . is everything alright back there?" he asked, apparently being played by . . . OH MY GOD, IS THAT CHEECH MARIN?! "Remember that lottery ticket I had? The one that one a buck?"Yeah . . ? "I bought another ticket and one TEN THOUSAND BUCKS!"((That's GREAT! But what happened?)) Well as far as I know, the money went . . . "To paying for Cheech's cameo."
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