ultron_junior: ([au] Lucky - name)
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After waking up in some strange kid's bedroom, Lucky had made every effort to keep a low profile the day before. For all he knew, everyone else in the place was a Night Creeper, and he didn't want to get into any fights. Not just because he was alone, either -- he was sort of over the whole fighting thing.

Twenty-four hours later, after he was sure he was the only gang member in evidence, he went down to the beach and perched on a high rock so he could watch the waves ebb and flow. He thought of Veronica as he sat there, wishing she was with him. She was the only one he'd ever known who appreciated the ocean as much as he did.

[OOC: Open, although Lucky isn't exactly a brilliant conversationalist.]

Date: 2013-04-28 06:47 pm (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: the joint speaks)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
Marty had a joint that he'd been in search of a secluded place to enjoy, and he'd thought that the beach might be it before noticing the dude on the rock. He left it in his pocket for now.

"Keeping an eye out for spies?" he inquired, pleasantly enough.
Edited Date: 2013-04-28 06:47 pm (UTC)

Date: 2013-04-28 07:07 pm (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: what are you stoned)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
"And probably full of recording devices, my friend," Marty advised. "But it is also pleasantly free of loud nuisances, yes."

So there was that.

"I'm Marty."

Date: 2013-04-28 10:58 pm (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: headtilt)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
Marty gave a vigorous nod at that, then reached to try to pluck Lucky's pen from his hand. In a barely-legible scrawl, he wrote on his own hand, "Vicious rodents kidnapped me and made me report on things this morning!"
Edited Date: 2013-04-28 10:59 pm (UTC)

Date: 2013-04-28 11:18 pm (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: what are you stoned)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
Never heard of them, Marty replied, this time on his phone. Of course, he wasn't going to send it anywhere, even to himself - the cell network might well be bugged too - but typing it out couldn't hurt. Codenamed government subcommittee?

Date: 2013-04-29 12:01 am (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: the joint speaks)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
Marty shook his head. "It's bigger than that," he told Lucky solemnly. "They've got notes on everyone and trained animal spies. Gotta be government resources."

Date: 2013-04-29 12:40 am (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: the joint speaks)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
"Who does?" Marty said, removing the joint from his front pocket with two fingers. "I don't need any stormtroopers after my stash on top of the deaf girl watching me sleep, bro."

Date: 2013-04-29 01:12 am (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: smoking)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
Finally, someone who was cool about this. Marty fished out his lighter and lit the joint, then took a drag before passing it Lucky's way.

"Long-time prisoner, perhaps?" Marty suggested. "Wonder how long we'll be stuck here. My friends and I were gonna go to my friend Curt's cousin's cabin this weekend."
Edited Date: 2013-04-29 01:13 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-04-29 01:38 pm (UTC)
dollpocalypse: (citw: smoking)
From: [personal profile] dollpocalypse
"You said it," Marty agreed. "But first, maybe we'll get enough reefer in the air for them to chill out when they find us here. It'll blow their minds."

Okay, boys. Sure.


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