If you antagonize someone just by blowing a raspberry at them, I'm scared of what happens if you openly insult them lmao
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@shylarah Wtf what did Óscar do to antagonize Bel lmao
@shylarah Oh baby, you don't even know how jeopardized the mission's going to get.
OH SHIT WE'RE PREPARING A HEIST.
Well, more like going undercover in a party to protect a dude.
Has nothing to do with a heist.
BUT AT LAST, ÓSCAR'S ACTING SKILLS WILL COME IN HANDY YES.
Well, more like going undercover in a party to protect a dude.
Has nothing to do with a heist.
BUT AT LAST, ÓSCAR'S ACTING SKILLS WILL COME IN HANDY YES.
The strip club was submerged in mayhem, everyone in there was already beating the shit out of each other or running out of there to not get shanked by the drunkest of the bastards that were continuing the fight, and among the midst of the fight, the Spaniard was fighting like hell. He wasn't the kind of guy to get angry easily, he preferred to do his jobs swift and without any kind of collateral damage, so being involved in a "bar fight" wasn't something he liked, but what he did like was breaking someone's nose for going into his personal life: Shit, he came to this exact place, the world's end, to not only end the war by any means he could but to try and turn his life away from...all of this. He did see the fat ass of Betty storm into the place, with an unidentified woman. Óscar knew Betty, and most importantly her boyfriend Caden, one of the big guys from the Moons. "Bastardos, you're all sick!" he quickly realized how much things had gotten out of hands, slightly covered in blood and with bleeding knuckles he suddenly heard a voice call for him. "Eh?" he called out, putting a hand on his head as he started to rush trough the crowd, recognizing the voice.
"Joder, Charlie!" he said, looking as the gigantic biker raised his gaze up to Óscar, grunting loudly and continuing to try and beat the other man to a pulp, just before a beer bottle collapsed on the giant's temple, the Spaniard quickly kicking him in the head to push him off of Charlie, quickly grasping the man's gun and helping him up "Goddamnit dude, you had to come didn't you?". He didn't know Charlie THAT well, but working with the Laurents can lead you to being involved in some serious shit, and the best of colleagues come from shitty situations, ain't that true?
Sirens started to be heard "Cerdos...", quickly attempting to find the nearest exit, having to push and tackle most of the people up to the way there, most of the people turning their heads and trying to push them back, before realizing the man having a pistol in his hands, quickly turning back around and beating the crap out of the next person that they saw, more than likely the guy they were fighting before. The Laurents heavy cavalry and seemed to have arrived in, presumably due to someone calling in for help. They stormed in trough some of the other exit doors, starting to make good work out of the Moons, who were still putting up some quite nice resistance.
The pair finally got out of the place, just in time to go into a nearby alley, in which they saw Jim, the bouncer, still bleeding from his nose but appearing to be taking a break. He looked at the two, raising an eyebrow "Need help?" he said, putting the cigarette on his lips before extending his hand, at which Óscar nodded and looked at Charlie, then back at Jim "Just...give me the keys, and go home, Sus' is gonna get mad if you don't show up at your hour." he told Jim, smiling and chuckling whilst the other man handed him the keys, nodding "Also, Poleo..." the Spaniard turned "Good work on that asshole.".
The two of them walked up to where Óscar's car was, a nearby street with not much lighting, almost pitch black. "Dude, you'll need to wait until the police's done with the raid, you won't be able to get your car outta there with them crawling around..." he says, advancing towards the black Dodge Charger and leaning on it, attempting to clean the blood off of his leather hoodie while putting it on. "I'll stay here a while, I want to see if someone made it out, you can 'tay here with me or piss off to tell your boss about what happened, we'll see each other in another job either way" he chuckled.
"Joder, Charlie!" he said, looking as the gigantic biker raised his gaze up to Óscar, grunting loudly and continuing to try and beat the other man to a pulp, just before a beer bottle collapsed on the giant's temple, the Spaniard quickly kicking him in the head to push him off of Charlie, quickly grasping the man's gun and helping him up "Goddamnit dude, you had to come didn't you?". He didn't know Charlie THAT well, but working with the Laurents can lead you to being involved in some serious shit, and the best of colleagues come from shitty situations, ain't that true?
Sirens started to be heard "Cerdos...", quickly attempting to find the nearest exit, having to push and tackle most of the people up to the way there, most of the people turning their heads and trying to push them back, before realizing the man having a pistol in his hands, quickly turning back around and beating the crap out of the next person that they saw, more than likely the guy they were fighting before. The Laurents heavy cavalry and seemed to have arrived in, presumably due to someone calling in for help. They stormed in trough some of the other exit doors, starting to make good work out of the Moons, who were still putting up some quite nice resistance.
The pair finally got out of the place, just in time to go into a nearby alley, in which they saw Jim, the bouncer, still bleeding from his nose but appearing to be taking a break. He looked at the two, raising an eyebrow "Need help?" he said, putting the cigarette on his lips before extending his hand, at which Óscar nodded and looked at Charlie, then back at Jim "Just...give me the keys, and go home, Sus' is gonna get mad if you don't show up at your hour." he told Jim, smiling and chuckling whilst the other man handed him the keys, nodding "Also, Poleo..." the Spaniard turned "Good work on that asshole.".
The two of them walked up to where Óscar's car was, a nearby street with not much lighting, almost pitch black. "Dude, you'll need to wait until the police's done with the raid, you won't be able to get your car outta there with them crawling around..." he says, advancing towards the black Dodge Charger and leaning on it, attempting to clean the blood off of his leather hoodie while putting it on. "I'll stay here a while, I want to see if someone made it out, you can 'tay here with me or piss off to tell your boss about what happened, we'll see each other in another job either way" he chuckled.
I'll try to get something done by today, been a rough day so don't expect it to be like 45 paragraphs long lmao
Ohok my bad then, I was kinda drunk when I wrote the reply HAHA
I wish someone wanted to make a collab with good 'ol Rägnar :^(
@Afro Samurai
Óscar shook his head "No, try to stay positive" he muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow as Walter entered the canteen and sat down on the table "Hey mate." he said, not really knowing what to say. Walter was the weird kind of guy, which wasn't a bad thing, it's just that the Spaniard didn't really know how to interact or talk to him, most of the time being isolated from the rest of the group. Blacks weren't a common thing in the camp, nor in Spain or France, so getting teamed with one of them could be interesting to know more about their culture and what-not, even though he was fluent in "black music", or at least that's what they called it: Jazz, Blues, some Swing, etc...
@Kessir Tarkin
He then glanced at Kaneda, at the offer of some "team-building exercise". "Sure, I'll be there, it never hurts to talk with the team am I right?" he chuckled softly, looking around before pushing his own spaghetti plate away from him, crossing his arms "Yeah, not eating that" he thought, the leftovers of the tomato sauce slowly starting to spin around in the plate itself, before a small blob of sauce slowly drifted towards a near table, using his powers to make it spin around a soldier's head, who laughed and looked back at Óscar with a dismissive look "I'll stick a bayonet up yer ass mate..." he said, chuckling and winking at him, the sauce instantly getting back to the Spaniard's plate as he chuckled back. "Well, most of the guys here are alright...".
The siblings kept it to themselves, the man doing most of the talking as he clearly saw Belasý eyeing him, which he responded by blowing a raspberry at her before shuffling on his own place, scanning the rest of the team, noticing that the Captain was nowhere to be seen, or at least near. "Hey, guys, do ya think we're gonna do algo cool today? Like, you must've seen that weird guy with the Captain, and he's been acting quite rarely these last few days..." he then leaned on the table with both of his hands "Any ideas?" he asked, not really expecting a reply to that answer: Let's be honest, maybe they all knew what was going on and he was the one that didn't.
Óscar shook his head "No, try to stay positive" he muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow as Walter entered the canteen and sat down on the table "Hey mate." he said, not really knowing what to say. Walter was the weird kind of guy, which wasn't a bad thing, it's just that the Spaniard didn't really know how to interact or talk to him, most of the time being isolated from the rest of the group. Blacks weren't a common thing in the camp, nor in Spain or France, so getting teamed with one of them could be interesting to know more about their culture and what-not, even though he was fluent in "black music", or at least that's what they called it: Jazz, Blues, some Swing, etc...
@Kessir Tarkin
He then glanced at Kaneda, at the offer of some "team-building exercise". "Sure, I'll be there, it never hurts to talk with the team am I right?" he chuckled softly, looking around before pushing his own spaghetti plate away from him, crossing his arms "Yeah, not eating that" he thought, the leftovers of the tomato sauce slowly starting to spin around in the plate itself, before a small blob of sauce slowly drifted towards a near table, using his powers to make it spin around a soldier's head, who laughed and looked back at Óscar with a dismissive look "I'll stick a bayonet up yer ass mate..." he said, chuckling and winking at him, the sauce instantly getting back to the Spaniard's plate as he chuckled back. "Well, most of the guys here are alright...".
The siblings kept it to themselves, the man doing most of the talking as he clearly saw Belasý eyeing him, which he responded by blowing a raspberry at her before shuffling on his own place, scanning the rest of the team, noticing that the Captain was nowhere to be seen, or at least near. "Hey, guys, do ya think we're gonna do algo cool today? Like, you must've seen that weird guy with the Captain, and he's been acting quite rarely these last few days..." he then leaned on the table with both of his hands "Any ideas?" he asked, not really expecting a reply to that answer: Let's be honest, maybe they all knew what was going on and he was the one that didn't.
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