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Bonus: She might be able to piece together that they're headed after Ana if she heard their conversation. Marco just told Lucca he was headed for "the girl that was just on TV"
Why you guys gotta beat up on my poor cheetah? All he's done so far is try to help Anya, and now he's helping them escape.
Assholes.
Anyway...
Lucca is not in any mood to stay and fight a bunch of chuckleheads and having the possibility of either Marco or Anya stealing his bike while he does that.
Hell. To the. Feck. No.
Lucca wanted to bash his own head in as he listened to the blond haired male's reason for attempting to steal his bike. He scented a bit of a lie in there somewhere, but the brunt of it rang true. At this point in time, He fucking hated his life. Today was most certainly not his day.
"Feck it, get on the bike, boyo," he growled. "Yer riding behind me. Doona play anything funny, aye?" Then he turned his head as a motion in his peripheral vision caught his attention.
Ohhh, fuck me, Lucca thought as the girl from earlier launched herself at him and the other dude. He was knocked back, crashing into his motorcycle, still fisting the blond guy's shirt as all three of them, including the bike were knocked out if the way of a goddamn gigantic tank-like thing that was barreling down the street.
"Fucking hate my life," followed by Gaelic curses could be distinctly heard as the dark haired cheetah in human skin landed on his bike. He took a moment to groan in pain, then picked both Marco and Anya up. He set his bike to rights, set both on them on it behind him and twisted the key, igniting the engine.
"Hold tight ye two," he told them. "Shit's about tae get real fecking chaotic," he added.
Today is not my day.
He growled again as all three of them nimbly avoided the tank and obvious bad guys, taking sharp curves and rearing the front hover end of the bike up to avoid another car at one point, both actions nearly knocking the extra two passengers off.
"Ye better have directions, boyo," the Celt shouted. "And ye better give em tae me right fecking now!"
@Dark Light@HeroicSociopath
"Feck it, get on the bike, boyo," he growled. "Yer riding behind me. Doona play anything funny, aye?" Then he turned his head as a motion in his peripheral vision caught his attention.
Ohhh, fuck me, Lucca thought as the girl from earlier launched herself at him and the other dude. He was knocked back, crashing into his motorcycle, still fisting the blond guy's shirt as all three of them, including the bike were knocked out if the way of a goddamn gigantic tank-like thing that was barreling down the street.
"Fucking hate my life," followed by Gaelic curses could be distinctly heard as the dark haired cheetah in human skin landed on his bike. He took a moment to groan in pain, then picked both Marco and Anya up. He set his bike to rights, set both on them on it behind him and twisted the key, igniting the engine.
"Hold tight ye two," he told them. "Shit's about tae get real fecking chaotic," he added.
Today is not my day.
He growled again as all three of them nimbly avoided the tank and obvious bad guys, taking sharp curves and rearing the front hover end of the bike up to avoid another car at one point, both actions nearly knocking the extra two passengers off.
"Ye better have directions, boyo," the Celt shouted. "And ye better give em tae me right fecking now!"
@Dark Light@HeroicSociopath
@HeroicSociopath
Go ahead and read my post, now. That should work, aye?
Go ahead and read my post, now. That should work, aye?
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Ah, awesome. Just so you know I edited it so Marco is now making off with Lucca's bike. In case you want to edit.
Ha! Today is not Lucca's day!
1st-he has to deal with a sore loser at the VR Arcade
2nd-has to deal with a ungrateful lying bitch
3rd-someobody makes off with his bike.
My poor baby. xD
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Awesome! Would you be offended if I said Lucca left his keys in it? I'll prolly go and edit it, then.
And would he really do that to his long-lost little brother? :)
Nah, I wouldn't be offended. Of course he would! He had that bike custom built!
Lucca raised a dark eyebrow when the girl-he was ninety percent sure that ‘Sarah’ wasn’t her actual name-made like he was being an abusive prick who wanted to buy her for a night of sex. He curled his lip as she stumbled around, telling him he could keep his money and whatnot.
“Listen here, lass,” he drawled, brogue thickening with annoyance. “The most I’ve done to you is pick ye off the floor and lead ye downstairs. Take your bluidy suitcase, woman,” he tossed it at her feet, the scratched side landing face down, a lil surprise for her for later. “And as fer yer arm, well, now. It wouldn’t be dislocated if ye had no’ tossed yourself through the fecking window.”
He rolled his eyes at the big fat crocodile tears that began to roll down her face and crossed his arms. He turned to leave, only to bump into some a blonde male, one who probably bought the conniving, ungrateful wench’s lil sob story.
“Move,” Lucca growled.
"Oi, mate. Hold up, what's going on here?" the male asked, putting himself between Lucca and Anya.
“Well, lad,” Lucca cracked his knuckles. “Ye got the wrong picture here; I've no' hurt her, but who am I to disillusion ye?” Lucca let his features assume a relaxed position, but it was a mask-he was on high alert in all actuality.
"Listen, if you have her clothes, give them back. Did he take your mo-" the male's phone vibrated, and Lucca tore his gaze away from him as the male hurried off. He closed the few feet that seprated him from the girl, grabbed her shoulder and dislocated arm, and slammed the limb back into it’s socket with a loud popping noise. Granted, he did it rougher than was necessary, but he was fucking pissed, and if she tried to accuse him of anything, he could claim it was from putting the bone back in place.
“Doona go flying into any more windows, lass,” he advised her, getting into her face. “Find a sling fer that arm or ye might lose the ability tae use it. Oh, and it’s a tad bit rude to insult the lad who tries tae help yer sorry lil’ ass, the way ye did me. My last name’s Valentine, by the way.”
He muttered an insult in Gaelic as he turned away from her, one that roughly translated to "Fucking two-faced, ungrateful, shithead bitch."
If someone were to come up and ream him for being an ass when that simply wasn't the case, they'd get firsthand experience with his claws.
He went outside to where he'd parked his custom built hover-cycle, only to see the male from before was on his bike. Ohhhh, this fucker was gonna get his fucking face clawed off. Lucca growled as his nails lengthened into claws. And he'd stupidly left the keys in it.
"Oi," he yelled, running to his bike. "Get the fuck off my bike before I claw you off!" He grabbed the blonde by his shirt and pulled him down to face level, eyes flashing yellow. "If you need a fucking ride, fucking ask, boyo. But doona go stealing my ride, asshole"
@Dark Light@HeroicSociopath@SIGINT@Ashevelendar
“Listen here, lass,” he drawled, brogue thickening with annoyance. “The most I’ve done to you is pick ye off the floor and lead ye downstairs. Take your bluidy suitcase, woman,” he tossed it at her feet, the scratched side landing face down, a lil surprise for her for later. “And as fer yer arm, well, now. It wouldn’t be dislocated if ye had no’ tossed yourself through the fecking window.”
He rolled his eyes at the big fat crocodile tears that began to roll down her face and crossed his arms. He turned to leave, only to bump into some a blonde male, one who probably bought the conniving, ungrateful wench’s lil sob story.
“Move,” Lucca growled.
"Oi, mate. Hold up, what's going on here?" the male asked, putting himself between Lucca and Anya.
“Well, lad,” Lucca cracked his knuckles. “Ye got the wrong picture here; I've no' hurt her, but who am I to disillusion ye?” Lucca let his features assume a relaxed position, but it was a mask-he was on high alert in all actuality.
"Listen, if you have her clothes, give them back. Did he take your mo-" the male's phone vibrated, and Lucca tore his gaze away from him as the male hurried off. He closed the few feet that seprated him from the girl, grabbed her shoulder and dislocated arm, and slammed the limb back into it’s socket with a loud popping noise. Granted, he did it rougher than was necessary, but he was fucking pissed, and if she tried to accuse him of anything, he could claim it was from putting the bone back in place.
“Doona go flying into any more windows, lass,” he advised her, getting into her face. “Find a sling fer that arm or ye might lose the ability tae use it. Oh, and it’s a tad bit rude to insult the lad who tries tae help yer sorry lil’ ass, the way ye did me. My last name’s Valentine, by the way.”
He muttered an insult in Gaelic as he turned away from her, one that roughly translated to "Fucking two-faced, ungrateful, shithead bitch."
If someone were to come up and ream him for being an ass when that simply wasn't the case, they'd get firsthand experience with his claws.
He went outside to where he'd parked his custom built hover-cycle, only to see the male from before was on his bike. Ohhhh, this fucker was gonna get his fucking face clawed off. Lucca growled as his nails lengthened into claws. And he'd stupidly left the keys in it.
"Oi," he yelled, running to his bike. "Get the fuck off my bike before I claw you off!" He grabbed the blonde by his shirt and pulled him down to face level, eyes flashing yellow. "If you need a fucking ride, fucking ask, boyo. But doona go stealing my ride, asshole"
@Dark Light@HeroicSociopath@SIGINT@Ashevelendar
@Styxx Acheron Haha, nah no one else has mentioned it yet.
Yea I'm looking forward to seeing how you explain it to the other guys.
Ha! I think I got this, fam. Just you watch. -rubs hands evily-
@Dark Light @Styxx Acheron [@Ashevelender]
I've got it! So my main issue is that Marco wouldn't be willing to just stick around if it seems like his only ticket off the planet is going to get killed by mercenaries. How about the car he just stole belongs to one of your characters?
Hate to break it to you, fam, but my cheetah in human clothing has a badass advanced tech motorcycle. And yes, I kinda stole the idea from Tron. You could still steal it, tho. Just be prepared to possibly have Lucca claw Marco's face off. His ride is his baby.
@Dark Light has anyone besides me told you what an evil little shit you are? That domestic violence charade isn't gonna fly with Lucca. Uh-uh-uhhhhhh. Nope.
"Just gimme my clothes back!" she loudly demands in a shaky voice. Pointing to the suitcase with her good arm. Suddenly having lost all the confidence and attitude from earlier.
"Look, I'm leaving. I, I just want to go now. Keep your money, you can't just throw women around. You dislocated my arm!"
Anya was good, tears even began to roll down from her eyes. Her voice wavered with distress. Sure this was a rough neighbourhood but there was still always someone ready and willing to jump to a pretty girls aid and usually at least one other who was drunk or violent enough just waiting for any excuse to fight someone.
Oooohh, you evil little shit.
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