call me out/forever open post, 2014

[crownless]

the usual suspects.


voice testing.


the rest.





you know what to do!! pick a character and any scenario/verse you like, then go nuts!

RULES
1. NO RULES
2. HAVE FUN
3. I WILL BACKTAG INTO THE ABYSS
4. feel free to prod me on plurk/aim/etc wherever if i've forgotten a tag!

Comments

[nitrokick]

[Combing dat sweet pompadour, yo. That's how you can tell JP's a man of quality.
Oh, and having a bitching jacket helps too. But it's mostly the hair.]

[crownless]

[is this jacket envy or hair envy.

either way travis is giving jp one HELL of a side-eye.]

[nitrokick]

[W/e w/e. Haters to the left.

Seriously though, JP's a cool dude. He doesn't mind the look and actually grins back himself after tucking away his switchcomb for a cigarette and a pack of matches instead.]

Need a light, man?

[crownless]

I don't smoke. [huff.]

Where the hell'd you come from, anyways? I've never seen YOU around here before.

[nitrokick]

[Shrug. You don't wanna look cool and wreck your lungs for the rest of your life, he ain't gonna judge.]

Walked in. Gotta find some way to dodge the press after the Redline race.

[Aaand lighting the cig to take a long drag from. Aw yeh.]

[crownless]

Redline race? [SKEPTICAL EXPRESSION.] I've never heard of no Redline race. And I know everything that goes on around here.

[nitrokick]

You been hiding under a rock? It was all over the news for a damn week.

[All the cool kids were watching the race, Travis! Hdu not drool over his sweet Transam.]

[crownless]

You been cleaning out your ears? I told you, I've never heard of no Redline race!

[...]

You're a bigshot racer then, huh? [s k e p t i c a l]

[nitrokick]

Hey, no judgement here if you don't watch the news.

[The... galactic-wide news. Travis, you damn shut-in bastard.
JP, meanwhile, offhandedly scratches at his cheek with a dirty fingernail.]

Just a guy that likes to race. Nothing special about that.

[crownless]

[HE DOESNT KEEP UP WITH SPACE NEWS G O D.]

[but, out of curiosity...] Yeah? What d'you race?

[nitrokick]

[WELL YOU SHOULD G O D.]

Transam 20000. [JP's only happy when he's a) talking about his car, b) looking at his car, or c) IN his car. It's his one true love. Just look at the big dopey grin he's got.] Sleekest ride you could ask for. Nitro's no joke on her, either.

[crownless]

A Transam?

[on one hand he's grudgin on this guy hard

and on the other hand...]

You got it with you? I wanna see this thing.

[nitrokick]

The Transam. One of a kind.

[Of course, he might've blown it up a few times. More than a few times. But what's a few explosions in a good race, right?

He jerks a thumb over his shoulder.]

Sure as hell didn't walk here. She's outside.