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<Faustus|GM> He laughs. "It beats 'Terry', makes me sound like a fucking towel." He looks at your hair. "It's a pretty fitting name, Flora. I'm pretty sure Ry is going to have a hard time with this, all scrunched up into the seat. How's your friend at this sort of thing?"||
<Fulvus|Rosebud> "Car? I only just met her yesterday, because I only just moved here yesterday, so I don't actually know. She seems pretty dexterous though, considering what she showed me in the alley.”
<Fulvus|Rosebud> Not pausing to let him process the possible meanings of that sentence, she continues.
<Fulvus|Rosebud> “I definitely think she’s good at video games, or at least, she’s clearly better than me. I only won because used my fucking noggin to predict her moves. I can’t do that in a pure race, so I’ll just have to hope she gets distracted by your buddy’s length.” ||
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<Faustus|GM> Blue looks at you. "Ry? He couldn't distract a starving dog if he was made of bacon. You also got lucky that she screwed up at the end of that match, otherwise she would have cheesed out a win. I'd have to say she's probably pretty good, but easy enough to get into her head, although with a name like Car it makes me wonder if you're already in her head with
<Faustus|GM> this game." The line moves forward and you're now only one round away from the front. Char seems to be a lot more talkative around Rylan, and he looks like he's just nodding along.||
<Fulvus|Rosebud> ...
<Fulvus|Rosebud> “Hey! Don’t talk shit about your friends! I’m sure Ry is extremely proud of length, though he’s certainly not going to be proud of his girth.” Flora says, wondering if this guy was grasping the jokes she was putting out there. So naïve!
<Fulvus|Rosebud> “As for Car, I call her that because she insists on calling herself Char, in contrast to her actual given name Charlotte. I’m attempting to lampshade how edgy she’s trying to be. Keep that a secret between me and you, though. Honestly, I keep getting surprised by her. I thought she’d be a lonely outcast, but she’s pretty fucking hardcore.”
<Fulvus|Rosebud> Flora’s memories drift to the fact that Char is an orphan, carries a switchblade around, steals from vending machines, and is familiar with the gangs in the area. They weren’t really all that different. Mostly it was just about attitude and presentation.
<Fulvus|Rosebud> It disturbs her that there were so few stages of separation between them. Flora wished she could just read the girl’s mind and figure out what her deal was. Then again, she felt that way about everyone.
<Fulvus|Rosebud> Who the hell was Blue anyway? He seemed like a pretty fucking normal guy, but who knew what kind of dark secrets he held? This guy could be a gang-banger for all she knew.
<Fulvus|Rosebud> “So how’s school going for you, Blue? I think I moved here too late to actually go myself, you’ve got, what, two weeks left?” ||
<Faustus|GM> He shrugs. "Yeah, nothing too interesting, might be able to graduate early next year but honestly I have no clue what I'd do. Can't really make ends meet and pay for gas with the pennies they pay me over at the theater, and I'd never hear the fucking end of it if I just kept mooching off my parents." He pulls a quarter out of his pocket and flips it in the
<Faustus|GM> air, catching it on the way down. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise conveniently placed in the middle of jack shit." He continues flipping the coin, obviously practiced over many years of training his hand-eye coordination doing absolutely nothing productive. The people in front of you are taking forever, driving like grandmas.||
<Fulvus|Rosebud> ...
<Fulvus|Rosebud> “Listen Blue, one day you’re going to-” Flora breaks off mid-sentence to kick the chair she was waiting behind. “One day you’re going to realize that everywhere and everything is kind of shit, and that you’re going to need to just find your own little shitty niche in life.”
<Fulvus|Rosebud> She gestures to herself “Take me, for example. I’m from New York. It was shit. Now I’m here, the direct opposite of New York. It’s still shit, just in a more hick-town flavor. And speaking of hick-town, do you know anything about the Parson family, lives up on the hills of Best Ridge?” ||
<Faustus|GM> $roll 1d6+2 TK
<[ATM]> Faustus|GM "TK" [2] +2 = 4
<Fulvus|Rosebud> ((Damn, check out the brain on Terrance!))
<Faustus|GM> Blue looks up and thinks. "Parsons. I remember they got all mixed up in that business with the cult a while ago, the old man was financing some stuff and his son was one of the members. Mr. Parsons died with the rest of the cult, but I think his son kind of bailed on the whole thing and made a big stink about it before that. I wrote a report on that just a
<Faustus|GM> bit ago. One of those real life mysteries, right?" He whispers conspiratorially at you. "I'm pretty sure the son knew what was going to happen, was some seriously fucked up shit happening there." The seats in front of you clear up as two teens that look baked out of their goddamn minds stumble out of the seats.||
<Faustus|GM> ((PAUSE))