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gunslingerpose"You're fuckin' kidding me, right?"
Gorgon was going to just sort of stand and gape at the Seventeen who was standing there wearing a welding mask, gun held in one hand, backpack full of drugs over one shoulder.
"I mean, you can't really be stupid enough to think that's going to work. Please tell me you're really not that stupid."
"Shut up, freak! I wanna see you drop me with those fucked-up vampire eyes of yours while I'm wearin' one of these!"
"If you say so."
Gorgon flashed his goggles.
The Seventeen froze in place, eyes locked on his.
Gorgon shut his goggles again.
The Seventeen dropped like a brick.
"You assholes get dumber every time I meet you," Gorgon muttered as he reached into his motorbike's saddlebags for his zip-ties and a road flare. "Psh. Welding mask. Come on."
[OOC: NFB for distance, but open for phone calls or what-have-you! I'll be scarce until after work, though. Sssh, I'm being sneaky.]
Gorgon was going to just sort of stand and gape at the Seventeen who was standing there wearing a welding mask, gun held in one hand, backpack full of drugs over one shoulder.
"I mean, you can't really be stupid enough to think that's going to work. Please tell me you're really not that stupid."
"Shut up, freak! I wanna see you drop me with those fucked-up vampire eyes of yours while I'm wearin' one of these!"
"If you say so."
Gorgon flashed his goggles.
The Seventeen froze in place, eyes locked on his.
Gorgon shut his goggles again.
The Seventeen dropped like a brick.
"You assholes get dumber every time I meet you," Gorgon muttered as he reached into his motorbike's saddlebags for his zip-ties and a road flare. "Psh. Welding mask. Come on."
[OOC: NFB for distance, but open for phone calls or what-have-you! I'll be scarce until after work, though. Sssh, I'm being sneaky.]
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Date: 2015-01-29 04:19 am (UTC)Nick, what are you doing? Did you wreck your bike? Are you trying to flag down highway patrol? Arrgh.
"Sounds like a plan," Dinah agreed. "Except not Valentine's, that'll probably some kind of nightmare on the Island..."
Ha, okay, time to move. "Gotta go now! Or we won't get the pix, even with our infrared camera." Yes, they had one. No, not with them. Shush.
Helena made hurry-up! motions to Dinah, and then kicked in the door.
"Like, now. Byeee!"
The sound of running feet might accompany that sign off.
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Date: 2015-01-29 04:27 am (UTC)"Yeah, yeah, talk to you later," Nick chuckled into the phone, hanging up just as his new best buddy Fernando came to his senses enough to start cussing him out. Loudly and angrily. In Spanish. And Gorgon was all too happy to tuck his phone into his pocket, lay the flare down on the side of the road not far away from the gun, and then flash Fernando's license in his face. "See this? I know who you are now. I know your name. I know where you live..."
Business as usual in Hollywood on a Wednesday night.