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[b][color=f26522]"And then, the fuckin' old lass punched me in the gut! Hell, I just wanted her necklace..."[/color][/b] aside the crowd and line in which multiple people were waiting for rations, a group of three men who already got their food in small and metallic boxes loudly talked and laughed, the group composed of a fit and lithe man that seemed to be near his 30's, although he was in reality much older than that: Roundabout as they called him, Óscar Guijarro. 

The second person in there was a small person, obviously lightly overweight and that looked like some sort of failed experimentation...Globadier, more than likely a friend of the speedster who was already giving out a talk about his younger days. The third one looked like a mix between moss and human, covered by green-like body hair with penetrating yellow eyes, known as Green Eyes in reference to the legend written by the Spanish author Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.

[b][color=0054a6]"So, you're telling me an old lady hit you? Even though you were able to dodge a taser from one of the cops?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=f26522]"Oh, come on, y' she caught me by surprise..."[/color][/b]

[b][color=39b54a]"More like you didn't expect it."[/color][/b] Green Eyes chuckled, his voice soft and slightly coarse as some of the moss fell onto his own metal tray, being sprinkled over the food. [b][color=39b54a]"Ugh."[/color][/b]

[b][color=f26522]"Ya, ya...anywho, what's all that ruckus over the'e? Seems like so-Aw shite, it's th' Cyborg again."[/color][/b] Óscar mentioned, sticking a spoonful of ill-looking mashed potatoes into his mouth, silently munching away as he saw the crowd disperse whilst the half-machine man passed through, the intimidating figure that dared to speak back to him getting flung back by his own force. 
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"Hmph, if more problems arise, the Death Squads will undoubtedly come in again to teach everyone a lesson. But I am not gonna go there."[/color][/b] Globadier idly commented, turning back to his own food tray and wobbling his little legs over one another, to sit up like on top of the bench as if he was about to meditate.

[b][color=00a651]"Neither am I."[/color][/b] the moss-man replied, idly picking away his food to try and avoid eating parts of himself. Some of the people near the bench started to mutter as the incident began to escalate, the rest of the people in the line turning towards what appeared to be an oncoming fight between the killer-bot and some poor bastard that thought he could be able to even stand up to said killer-bot. Óscar sighed audibly, slowly setting his tray down onto the bench and rolling his shoulders as if to stretch them out slightly. [color=f26522][b]"Guess I'll have to stop him, then."[/b][/color] he said, Globadier going to open his mouth to maybe warn the man about what he was about to do, but the speedster had already started to run towards the ruckus, leaving a sizeable amount of dust trail on the way there.

[color=00a651][b]"Were you going to stop him?"[/b][/color] [color=0054a6][b]"Fuck no, I just wanted to ask if I could eat his green peas.[/b][/color] [color=00a651][b]"I call dibs on them if he dies."[/b][/color] [color=0054a6][b]"Aw."[/b][/color] and as the two of them argued back and forth about who should possess the precious little green vegetables, Óscar planted himself between 78 and the other man, extending his hands outwards towards the Cyborg, his breathing still steady whilst the wind that he moved by the fast movement made some of the people to the side back up, due to the ground dust being blown towards them.

[color=f26522][b]"Oi, oi, oi! Lad, cyborg-man, Guardian ain't it? Alright, boy, I need ya to calm down...the guy didn't mean it! Come on, if ya cause a ruckus ove' he'e you're gonna make the Bastard-Squads come in t' teach the rest a lesson: think about it logically, a'ight?"[/b][/color] it was obvious Óscar was just trying to gain some time, tapping the man on the ground with his shoe in an attempt to make him get out of there as soon as possible, the Spanish speedster giving out a light smile towards the cybernetically enhanced individual.