Doctor Llamabean
*winks at Markus*
scene...
it's free real estate
attire...
somewhat formal; black mask;beanie; safety goggles; smells strongly of cherry almond; his backpack is sitting beneath a table somewhere
location...
West-side, Central, (Mach Sling Bowling Alley)
honorable mentions...
@OverconfidentMagi (Dante) The Regal Rper (Vince) BriiAngelic (Lucy) @cojemo (Reina) @FangS31 (Darius) The One Eyed Bandit (Anna) Nobody Special (Bash) Elenion Aura (Raph)
AUGUST
TAZMANIAN DEVIL
"TAZZ"
<<< Remember
Everything was suddenly upside down. . . "Huh?"
Let's back up a little.
You remember August's stunt, right? The rapid speed as he rebounded off the ceiling and hurdled toward Raph; how he looked super cool throwing his switchblade at the Ace of the Sable Serpents--or who he assumed was the Ace. How he pinned Raph to the floor like a real predator would its captured prey, then flung him outside.
If you remember that, then you probably stuck around to see the roles reverse as quickly as they'd established.
The hunted became the hunter, Raphael atop of August as August struggled to free himself and finally did after a frustrating time.
Well, here's what happened. . .
August got to his feet and dusted himself off, his hair and clothes disheveled from the tussle, as Raphael also regained his footing. Like a snake flashes its fangs before a strike, the Sable Serpent glared defiantly on with what August couldn't quite pin as a smile or other.
Whatever it was, anger or excitement, August reached calmly into his front pocket, holding up his free hand in a halting gesture, and drew his wallet. "Mate. Whattya say we both go ah separate ways?"
Raphael's expression softened with confusion and interest, and August studied him as he went on. . .
"How's about. . ." Three blue bills were removed from the wallet then, each printed with the number 100, fanned out in the Tiger's grasp for the Serpent to see clearly. "Three?. . . 'S not much, but it was a slow week, ya see." August went on, rambling about his personal business, "I'm in a bit-of-a boind~ Payin' dues wheh theh nevah shoulda been dues to be paid, so I'm not really intooooooo-" He drew a circle around himself with the bills, referring to everything around him, "-oooooooooooooooo, well, all of it. So, yeh, I'd rathah go home. . . and, loike. . . sleep. . ."
Silence settled between them.
August fiddled with the cash in his hands, pursing his lips, glancing this way and that as he waited for the other to complete his seemingly genuine deliberation.
Hoping to add to his negotiation and further his chance of walking free, August opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Raphael's unexpected decision.
"Okay!" He said happily and, for a moment, August just watched him carefully. Was this guy the easygoing type? August didn't know. Perhaps a sucker for money; though, August was never the type to judge by appearance or status. Nevertheless, if the Serpent was fooling him, he prepared himself for a quick escape. But unfortunately, he took too long.
One step back, August bent down and placed the money on the ground, never taking his eyes off his opponent.
Standing straight again, his hands clapped, "Great!. . . Uh, easy'ah than I thought. . . You enjoy that-"
"There's no need for payment."
"Ah you sure?" August cocked a brow, halting.
"It's fine. You're free to go. I won't stop you," said Raphael.
"Rrrrrrroight. . ." One could see, clearly, that the Tiger was skeptical. He shot two finger-guns at the other, wiggling them, "Well, ya know, you've gotta go, too, so I can sell it that we fought it out, else I'll be chewed by ol' King Cold- which, I mean, is foine. . . Yeh, I've always loved a good scoldin'~ . . . Not really-" August inhaled sharply, held the breath as he pat both of his hands against his pants. Then, as he exhaled and moved as if to turn away, "Alroight, guess I'll just-" his foot was swept from under him, and his dome met hard with the ground.
So much for blasting off in a windy show of awesomeness. . .
The impact rattled through his bones as he dangled, the blood rushing to his already throbbing brain, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears.
"Ahhh," he groaned, "-makes moh sense. . . Yep. . . shoulda saw that. . ." he said painfully, face turning red behind his mask and goggles. "Can't really blame ya, though, can I? No~. . . Can only blame mahself. . . Guess this means I've gotta try. . ." His steel blue eyes were lidded lazy with disinterest, as if the mere thought of fighting back wasn't worth his energy. Hell, just talking was exhausting--yet he did a lot of that.
"Ya know, aftah this, we should get a drink- My treat. . . 'Less ya plan t' fool me up then, too. 'Cept I don't drink. . ." He added after a pause, but quieter, "Or should I say hang me up."
Crickets.
"'At's wot I thought. . . Let me just ask, at least, ah you plannin' t' kill me? Whattya call it? Followin' ordahs? 'S 'at really how it is? Sometoimes I wondah if 'at's all just a quip to refrain a guilty conscience, yeh? Or maybe to save rep, loike: look at me killin'~ Not a bad guy, though, 'cause I'm just doin' mah job. Butchu chose that job. . . Hmph~ Which, I mean, it's no difference to me whethah you kill or not. . . but in this case, it's me, so. . . yeh, I care a little. But noooo~ A handsome guy loike yaself! No way that you kill people. Nevah would strike me tha type. No- I feel loike you're more of a. . . an intimidatin' kind. Yeh, and it's workin', so you can- uh- put me down now."
Adding to his misfortune, his shirt had fallen down and bunched up around his neck to reveal his slender but toned torso and. . . somewhat uncharacteristic belly ring, at which he casually glanced before meeting Raph's eyes and stating half-amusedly, "I lost a bet. . ."
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Everything was suddenly upside down. . . "Huh?"
Let's back up a little.
You remember August's stunt, right? The rapid speed as he rebounded off the ceiling and hurdled toward Raph; how he looked super cool throwing his switchblade at the Ace of the Sable Serpents--or who he assumed was the Ace. How he pinned Raph to the floor like a real predator would its captured prey, then flung him outside.
If you remember that, then you probably stuck around to see the roles reverse as quickly as they'd established.
The hunted became the hunter, Raphael atop of August as August struggled to free himself and finally did after a frustrating time.
Well, here's what happened. . .
August got to his feet and dusted himself off, his hair and clothes disheveled from the tussle, as Raphael also regained his footing. Like a snake flashes its fangs before a strike, the Sable Serpent glared defiantly on with what August couldn't quite pin as a smile or other.
Whatever it was, anger or excitement, August reached calmly into his front pocket, holding up his free hand in a halting gesture, and drew his wallet. "Mate. Whattya say we both go ah separate ways?"
Raphael's expression softened with confusion and interest, and August studied him as he went on. . .
"How's about. . ." Three blue bills were removed from the wallet then, each printed with the number 100, fanned out in the Tiger's grasp for the Serpent to see clearly. "Three?. . . 'S not much, but it was a slow week, ya see." August went on, rambling about his personal business, "I'm in a bit-of-a boind~ Payin' dues wheh theh nevah shoulda been dues to be paid, so I'm not really intooooooo-" He drew a circle around himself with the bills, referring to everything around him, "-oooooooooooooooo, well, all of it. So, yeh, I'd rathah go home. . . and, loike. . . sleep. . ."
Silence settled between them.
August fiddled with the cash in his hands, pursing his lips, glancing this way and that as he waited for the other to complete his seemingly genuine deliberation.
Hoping to add to his negotiation and further his chance of walking free, August opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Raphael's unexpected decision.
"Okay!" He said happily and, for a moment, August just watched him carefully. Was this guy the easygoing type? August didn't know. Perhaps a sucker for money; though, August was never the type to judge by appearance or status. Nevertheless, if the Serpent was fooling him, he prepared himself for a quick escape. But unfortunately, he took too long.
One step back, August bent down and placed the money on the ground, never taking his eyes off his opponent.
Standing straight again, his hands clapped, "Great!. . . Uh, easy'ah than I thought. . . You enjoy that-"
"There's no need for payment."
"Ah you sure?" August cocked a brow, halting.
"It's fine. You're free to go. I won't stop you," said Raphael.
"Rrrrrrroight. . ." One could see, clearly, that the Tiger was skeptical. He shot two finger-guns at the other, wiggling them, "Well, ya know, you've gotta go, too, so I can sell it that we fought it out, else I'll be chewed by ol' King Cold- which, I mean, is foine. . . Yeh, I've always loved a good scoldin'~ . . . Not really-" August inhaled sharply, held the breath as he pat both of his hands against his pants. Then, as he exhaled and moved as if to turn away, "Alroight, guess I'll just-" his foot was swept from under him, and his dome met hard with the ground.
So much for blasting off in a windy show of awesomeness. . .
The impact rattled through his bones as he dangled, the blood rushing to his already throbbing brain, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears.
"Ahhh," he groaned, "-makes moh sense. . . Yep. . . shoulda saw that. . ." he said painfully, face turning red behind his mask and goggles. "Can't really blame ya, though, can I? No~. . . Can only blame mahself. . . Guess this means I've gotta try. . ." His steel blue eyes were lidded lazy with disinterest, as if the mere thought of fighting back wasn't worth his energy. Hell, just talking was exhausting--yet he did a lot of that.
"Ya know, aftah this, we should get a drink- My treat. . . 'Less ya plan t' fool me up then, too. 'Cept I don't drink. . ." He added after a pause, but quieter, "Or should I say hang me up."
Crickets.
"'At's wot I thought. . . Let me just ask, at least, ah you plannin' t' kill me? Whattya call it? Followin' ordahs? 'S 'at really how it is? Sometoimes I wondah if 'at's all just a quip to refrain a guilty conscience, yeh? Or maybe to save rep, loike: look at me killin'~ Not a bad guy, though, 'cause I'm just doin' mah job. Butchu chose that job. . . Hmph~ Which, I mean, it's no difference to me whethah you kill or not. . . but in this case, it's me, so. . . yeh, I care a little. But noooo~ A handsome guy loike yaself! No way that you kill people. Nevah would strike me tha type. No- I feel loike you're more of a. . . an intimidatin' kind. Yeh, and it's workin', so you can- uh- put me down now."
Adding to his misfortune, his shirt had fallen down and bunched up around his neck to reveal his slender but toned torso and. . . somewhat uncharacteristic belly ring, at which he casually glanced before meeting Raph's eyes and stating half-amusedly, "I lost a bet. . ."
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