eighteen | trip like I do

[strike_you_out]

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[On a fine Friday morning, Slugger stands at the top of his driveway overlooking the perfect yard and perfect street in this perfect 1950s "utopia", and knows that this reality was born of someone else's delusional madness. He yawns. Well, better find some way to kill the time. Not looking back at the house on Anderson Lane, he rolls down the driveway on golden rollerblades and into the street, carrying his warped baseball bat at his side. Some of the drones, recognizing him as their paperboy, smile and wave at him as he passes. He either ignores them or waves back in a ridiculous parody of cheer. He's pretty sure he's killed a few of them at least a dozen times.

Today, Slugger decides he may as well try and find a place in Mayfield he's never been to before and grace it with his deplorable presence. One may spot him skating aimlessly around downtown Mayfield for a short time until he seems to hit on a more specific destination...]


Jacques' Roller Rink 
[The worn, wooden floors make for a relatively smooth skating surface. Slugger can be seen skating forwards, backwards, and sideways on the rink with surprising dexterity. He can also be seen swerving in front of drones and causing "accidents" in the rink. For his amusement, he's made a game of seeing how many people he can trip and knock over at a time. Clearly, he's a menace to society.]

Comments

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Her response is a curious one. She's either been here forever or she's very stoic. Either way, he did get a tiny jump out of her and for that he smirks.]

Yeah?

[Not even sparing a glance over his shoulder, he sticks out his heel to accidentally-on-purpose trip a passing drone behind him.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She nods approvingly.] Drones never pay attention, do they.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

They don't have minds.

[Said with a shrug. He then leans a little farther over the rail, watching her. The shadows around him seem particularly thick, especially those directly beneath his cap's visor.]

Have you been one before?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[This kid's definitely not normal. She'll bit a bit on guard with this one.]

Not yet. Don't plan on lettin' that happen.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It happens a lot. Sometimes for no reason.

[not normal and evidently sort of evil]

You're new?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well.... I'll keep a low profile so they don't pay attention to me.

Kinda. Been here a few weeks.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[With a small hop, he climbs out of the rink and sits atop the rail.]

You missed all the "fun".

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

What, you mean everyone killin' each other in the streets? I got to spend that week dead, thanks to someone jumping me when I wasn't expecting it. [She frowns. She still needs to find that woman...]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

So you got a letter?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I didn't believe a damn word of it. But the bitch who got my name jumped me in the streets and killed me right there.

She wouldn't have left without a few bruises though.

[She explains all of this flatly, deadpan.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Are you going to get revenge?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

I plan on it, once I find her. Not that it means much in this town, but she at least needs to know who she's dealin' with.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[How straightforward. Slugger grins.]

What did she look like?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Looks a few years older than I do. Long brown hair. Medium height.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

What else? Did she say anything?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Nah. Just jumped me when I was totally unprepared. Guess part of that's my fault for lettin' my guard down.

[She frowns a little.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...Wouldn't know who it is.

[Else he'd tell her and get her started on her quest for revenge.]

Let me know how it goes?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Me neither. But I figure, in Mayfield, I got time.

If ya really want me to.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A grin! He certainly would enjoy it. With a slight bow of his head--]

People call me Lil' Slugger.

Good luck.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I guess.