Yeah, Vincent is about as subtle as a hammer lol
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STATUS: Just saw Sonic 3. Looking forward to the next one, already lol 3 days ago
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"Oh, ye of little faith," Vincent said to Anita, grinning cockily as he sat back in his seat. He heard the bell ring and watched as a young woman entered the diner before taking a seat at one of the empty tables. Only when he was sure she wasn't listening did he continue, still speaking quietly enough for his friends to hear, "You all might not know this, but I've made a bit of a name for myself in the underground fighting scene. Got my first win at 14 and I haven’t lost yet."
Vincent listened intently to the man and his customer as they talked about the corrupt deputies and how they even wrongly arrested a man. He felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation, having dealt with his fair share of corrupt ‘law enforcement’ over the years. ”That said, I’ll be right back,” he told his friends as he squeezed out from his seat at the booth. He walked over to the diner worker as he took an order from woman who had just entered the diner. He leaned against a nearby table and crossed his arms as he asked, ”What’re they saying your kid did?”
Vincent listened intently to the man and his customer as they talked about the corrupt deputies and how they even wrongly arrested a man. He felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation, having dealt with his fair share of corrupt ‘law enforcement’ over the years. ”That said, I’ll be right back,” he told his friends as he squeezed out from his seat at the booth. He walked over to the diner worker as he took an order from woman who had just entered the diner. He leaned against a nearby table and crossed his arms as he asked, ”What’re they saying your kid did?”
Vincent leaned back in the booth and crossed his arms as he listened to his companions, playfully flipping off Anita at her remark. "Is Mexico really our only other option?" he asked with a sigh. "The heat here is bad enough, I don't even wanna think about how bad it is further south."
He thought back to Cait's comment about needing money and felt an idea form in his head. Crossing his arms, he looked up at the ceiling before he leaned forward with a grin. "We can talk about where to go later," he said, "but, Cait's right. No matter what we do, we need cash. Way more than we can get by doing odd jobs like we've been doing and in a way that won't draw attention. I've got an idea about that."
He glanced around the diner to make sure no one was interested in what they were saying. The waiter had returned to the counter after taking everyone's orders, where he was chatting with the older guy once more, while the smell of food wafted from the kitchen. In a lower voice, he continued, "I've heard rumors that this big underground fighting tournament's gonna start up over in Austin. I'll make a call to my old manager, knock a few heads together, and we'll be set on cash for a long time."
He thought back to Cait's comment about needing money and felt an idea form in his head. Crossing his arms, he looked up at the ceiling before he leaned forward with a grin. "We can talk about where to go later," he said, "but, Cait's right. No matter what we do, we need cash. Way more than we can get by doing odd jobs like we've been doing and in a way that won't draw attention. I've got an idea about that."
He glanced around the diner to make sure no one was interested in what they were saying. The waiter had returned to the counter after taking everyone's orders, where he was chatting with the older guy once more, while the smell of food wafted from the kitchen. In a lower voice, he continued, "I've heard rumors that this big underground fighting tournament's gonna start up over in Austin. I'll make a call to my old manager, knock a few heads together, and we'll be set on cash for a long time."
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Hey, all, I'll try to get a post up tomorrow. I've got half of one written, but I haven't had time or energy to finish it
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...we'll be having a run-in with the Classified Crew soon enough...
"Come on, let me at 'em! I haven't let loose in ages!"
Personally, I think 1 or 2 makes the most narrative sense. If you go with 2, maybe have her hitchhike into town?
"Yeah, they're all with me. They should be finding their way inside any time, now."
As if on cue, Vincent's companions found themselves at his booth. "Cait's right. I'd have kicked you guys out of the truck ages ago, otherwise." He chuckled and moved farther into the corner of the booth to make room for Cleome as the others sat on the other side, then picked up one of the menus. He browsed it for a few minutes, keeping in mind the meager remains of the winnings he earned from the last fight he had been in, before telling the tired-looking employee, "I'll take a burger with some fries and a chocolate shake."
He passed his menu and waited for his friends to make their orders as he looked out the window, his chin resting palm. While it might look like he was just idly staring out the window, in reality, he was keeping a close eye on their surroundings. After spending so much time out on the streets and on the run from the law and government, he had developed a rather acute situational awareness. He felt confident that he could spot a cop or government agent no matter how big the crowd and, given how small Eureka Springs seemed, spotting someone out of place should be even easier.
"So long as we head out of the country," he said after a while, still looking out of the window. "I don't mind what direction we go. Europe, Japan, Canada, anywhere's gotta be better than here."
As if on cue, Vincent's companions found themselves at his booth. "Cait's right. I'd have kicked you guys out of the truck ages ago, otherwise." He chuckled and moved farther into the corner of the booth to make room for Cleome as the others sat on the other side, then picked up one of the menus. He browsed it for a few minutes, keeping in mind the meager remains of the winnings he earned from the last fight he had been in, before telling the tired-looking employee, "I'll take a burger with some fries and a chocolate shake."
He passed his menu and waited for his friends to make their orders as he looked out the window, his chin resting palm. While it might look like he was just idly staring out the window, in reality, he was keeping a close eye on their surroundings. After spending so much time out on the streets and on the run from the law and government, he had developed a rather acute situational awareness. He felt confident that he could spot a cop or government agent no matter how big the crowd and, given how small Eureka Springs seemed, spotting someone out of place should be even easier.
"So long as we head out of the country," he said after a while, still looking out of the window. "I don't mind what direction we go. Europe, Japan, Canada, anywhere's gotta be better than here."
Gotcha. I'll just go ahead and hold off on posting, in that case
I'm probably gonna post tonight unless someone else was planning on it
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