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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 6:51 pm
He'd torn up the parts of the stage that needed to go, it had taken most of the day, but now Roch needed to replace the planks. Mentally he was making a list of the supplies he'd need, his fingers running over the credit card he'd stolen from his granddad, mentally evaluating how he'd explain this little venture when he got caught...
The punk headed past the school, down the path to the front gate. He had an empty little black wagon hanging from two fingers, wheeling along behind him. He needed to get nails, a hammer, and a dozen two by fours, he listed mentally. He wished he could ride his bike there, but it looked like he'd be hoofing it, he admitted. Can't really carry wood on a bike... or he COULD have it delivered...
That was tempting. Or maybe Bruno could do it for him! He stopped in the middle of the path, pulling out his phone.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 6:55 pm
Willow was lounging near the front gate, when she heard a wagon. She opened an eye and looked, oh it was Roch. She remembered his promise from Prom.
The byakko hopped up from her spot and headed over to Roch in her student form. Her fur still held glitter in it. "Roch~" She called out, she wouldn't try to pounce him today.
"What you doing?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:00 pm
He held up a finger to his lips, indicating he needed silence. "Yo! Bruno! Yeah, you know it," he said. "Can I ask a favor? I need your truck--and you--yeah, sure, okay, um--babysitting? Are you SURE?" Roch asked. "I haven't even said what I needed it for! Yeah. Okay, fine. Meet me at the lumber mill. Yeah, the one by Cranky Joe's--how'd I meet Cranky? Do you REALLY wanna know?" he asked. "I'm doin' a new project! Yeah. How I'm payin? Gimme a sec..."
He dug in his pocket, pulling out a credit card. "Looks like a Bastardcard," he said, grinning evilly, pocketing it again. "Gimme... I dunno, fifteen minutes. Yeah. Okay, fine, an hour of babysitting," he said. "Soon as I find you a sitter--what do you mean ME?" He snorted, hanging up a few seconds later. "Yo, Willow, how's it goin?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:08 pm
Willow's tail twitched as she listened to Roch. Her ears perked, babysitting huh. "What chu babying sitting?"
She paused and looked at herself before answering, "Sparkling well......"
She frowned, "I still haven't gotten all of Freya's glitter bomb off of me. Anyways, what about you? What're you going to the lumber mill for?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:13 pm
"Werewolf pups," Roch said dryly. "I'm workin' on a side project, figured I'd clean up the stage over at the old crypt," he said. "Gonna need a hammer and some nails, not to mention boards," he said. He started for the gate again, exiting it and turning to the right, where a bush hid his motorcycle. He pulled it out, then shoved his little wagon into its place.
He'd forgotten what he'd promised--prom had been seriously hectic, okay?
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:17 pm
Willow followed, listening. "Hm.... need some help?" She asked curiously. Pausing, "You're still going to help me get a slushie machine right?"
She called, it seemed he'd forgotten pausing as he pulled out a motorcycle. Her ears perked up as she watched him putting the wagon in it's place. Her brow lofted as she watched him, foot tapping against the pavement.
She was watching, she was going to hold him to helping her, help the horsemen.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:20 pm
He went still. "Jaaaack, I forgot about that..." He muttered something dark, then pulled the purple and silver helmet off of the bike, offering it to her as he mounted it. "Get on, we can get some of the basic tools to show them at Cranky's," he said. "And pick up a second helmet," he added, a tiny flush creeping up the back of his neck because his mind automatically went to blues and purples.
He didn't want to go there.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:40 pm
Willow's tail flickered as she watched him. Holding the helmet for a minute, "Just so you know... the glitter still gets everywhere despite clinging to my fur for dear life." She mentioned a little gloomy.
She'd never ridden on a motorcycle before. "That's.... safe right?" Her tail flickered a bit as she considered her options before pulling off the leg warmers she was wearing. Didn't need it to get caught in the mechanics of the bike. She shoved them into a pocket of her shirt, making sure they were secure.
luckily she was wearing shorts with that, and eventually put on the helmet. "I don't think you want my clothes to get in the way of all the moving parts..." She added, unsure really of where moving parts might be on this thing, but she knew obviously there had to be.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:42 pm
Roch snorted. "Wrap your arms around my waist," he told her. "And see those two... uh... metal poles sticking out? Put your feet on them," he said, pointing down. Then he started up the bike, revving it once as he waited for her to grab him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:47 pm
Willow nodded as she got on the bike behind Roch and did as she was told. Looking to find the metal poles before placing her feet on them. "So this is how you get around? I normally just walk..." She said over the noise of the revving engine.
She was kind of unsure if she should be worried or not, for added safety she wrapped her tail around so it was almost curled around his waist as well. You know, just in case.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:50 pm
"This is a hell of a lot funner," Roch said cheerfully before taking off. "Make sure you lean when I lean," he called back to her, driving down the path that led to town, then turning and heading to the left before they even reached the town. He was heading for a part of Halloween that wasn't usually visited by the students. But it looked like he knew where he was going.
He definitely needed a second helmet, though, he thought as a bug hit his cheek.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:54 pm
For a few moments Willow had closed her eyes, really wondering if she'd rather have just walked. "Right." She said when he said lean when he did.
When she finally opened her eyes she was trying to get a bearing of where they were. Totally, not somewhere she'd normally go as she didn't know any of the buildings. The wind created by the bike felt kind of nice though, maybe a good way to de-glitter a bit if she wasn't riding behind him.... though she had no idea how to drive the thing so, better he was driving.
She started to wonder if this is what they called the 'hood'.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 8:03 pm
It was almost the exact opposite, not that he mentioned it. This was the suburbs. Or something like that. There were large patches of grassy fields stretched out, with a few buildings here and there. Roch turned right, slowing down as he pulled to a stop on a gravelly parking lot. "Y'can let go now," he said, amused. "And get off. We're here."
He glanced over as a big black truck pulled into the parking lot as well, stopping a few feet from them. It was MASSIVE with gigantic tires a huge silver roll bar. "Yo! Bruno! Thanks for this, man!" he called as a gigantic werewolf man came out of the truck, heading for them.
"Another one?" the werewolf asked, looking at Willow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 8:11 pm
Willow eventually let go. Her fur was a bit puffed out as she got off to fix it. She noticed the large black truck and that's when the werewolf asked, another one?
Willow pulled off the helmet and shook out her hair. "Another one, what?" She asked pulling out her leg warmers and readjusting them. She had a feeling he probably was assuming something that wasn't there.
Eventually, she straighten and proceeded to cross her arms while looking the werewolf over. He was a ton bigger than she was, but that didn't mean she couldn't puff up and act tough if she needed it. She'd fought hunters and dissipated a few times, after that a werewolf wasn't going to scare her. "Also, if you're trying to imply we're together you got another thing coming buddy."
Granted the scenery out here was prettier than expected, she had half figured Roch would have gone into one of these so called 'hoods' to get stuff.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 8:25 pm
"Roch tends to collect cute little ghouls as pals," Bruno explained. "Just pals, breaks his poor gramma's heart," the werewolf said, shaking his head in mock mourning. There was an evil gleam of amusement in his gold eyes, though. "How's that lil mermaid of yours? I had to crack two skulls over that one," he said to Roch.
Roch gave him a dark look. "Monica ain't really my gramma," the punk boil said, instead. "Hey, can you get me a dozen two by fours? Six feet long will do. Me an' Willow are gonna go shopping, I'll pay for it when I'm done."
"Vegas did mention one of his credit cards was missing," Bruno commented.
"Just cuz he don't know where it is doesn't make it missing!" Roch called back, grabbing Willow's hand and tugging her into the tool shop called Cranky Joe's.
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