Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Aug 23, 2009 19:01:15 GMT -5
Cement. Who knew it could hold so many memories or open the floodgates for so many emotions? But that’s just what it was doing to Salem as he paced back and forth across the parking lot, the place that last saw Jezebel as a free woman and not the toy of some deranged emopath with mommy issues. The mountain of a man closes his eyes and lets out the breath he has been holding for what seems since the moment he saw that car screaming out of this very parking lot. His clenched fists start to shake as the rage takes him back, but before he can drown himself in the heat of that intense fury, a hand slaps him on the shoulder and he turns, swinging. His compatriot, KvK, expecting just such a reaction, ducks in the nick of time.
“Dude, calm the fuck down. We’re going to get her back, quit beating yourself up over this shit. Jez is a tough broad,” KvK tries to lighten the mood, but the tension shows around his smile which doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He looks to Nate, who is leaning against Salem’s big black truck, for help. Nate just shrugs and looks down at the ground, kicking one of his big feet back and forth before finally speaking.
“Maybe we did take it too far. I mean, sure it started out as a joke and it was a great joke, but now Jez’s life is in danger. We should just try to talk to Mickey and work things out. Apologize or something. Is her life worth a joke?”
KvK just stares at the rookie as if he’s gone completely daft. Salem, after hearing Nate’s short speech, starts to pace again, and Klaus throws a murderous glance at Nate who starts to shuffle his feet again. KvK, hoping to rectify the situation, clears his throat.
“Nate, if you can’t offer anything constructive, then keep quiet you fucking pansy. We’re going to get her back and that’s the end of it. No apologies, nothing. We’re not playing that bitch’s sick little game. It’s what he wants. And why the fuck are we even out here? This is macabre as shit, Salem, even for you.”
Salem stops pacing and fixes KvK with a blank stare before speaking.
“We’re waiting.”
That’s it. Just two words that say nothing and yet raise even more questions. KvK casts his eyes upward, praying to whatever in all hell is out there to give him the strength to deal with this giant emotional wreck. Patience never having been his strong suit, he gets right to the point.
“So who the fuck are we waiting on?”
Salem continues to pace, not even bothering to stop this time to give his reply. His response is short and clipped.
“Help.”
Klaus makes a sound of frustration deep in his throat, the very simple answers being given to him by Salem really not putting him in the best of moods at the moment. Sensing this, Salem expounds a little more. Knowing Klaus isn’t going to like what he has to say, he lets out a sigh.
“I called him.”
KvK’s eyes narrow suspiciously and Nate looks up in interest. KvK studies the pacing Salem, looking for some clue as to who “him” is and hoping it isn’t who he thinks in the back of his mind.
“And, pray tell, just who did you call?”
Salem stops pacing, his back to Klaus, his broad shoulders rigid and straight before they droop slightly as if wishing he could take it back. The slight movement is all KvK needs. His eyes go big and then narrow again as he sets off to a round of cursing that would make Quentin Tarantino a happy man, turning around in circles like a scalded dog. Nate looks on in shock, wondering what or who could garner this reaction from his mentor.
“Goddammit Salem, no! I can’t deal with his bullshit right now, call anyone else. Call Bryson or Bloodhound, hell call Exile, call someone, just not him! Fuck!”
“Call who?” Nate yells into the commotion, still not up to speed on the situation.
Salem watches KvK’s tirade with a mix of amusement and sympathy.
“I know how you feel man, but I had to call him. She’s his sister. What the fuck do you think he would do if I hadn’t called him and he found out? And you know he would.”
“Who? Is he some big bad ass cause we could always use one of those,” Nate interjects into the conversation. KvK just looks at him like you might a child who has spoken out of turn.
“No.”
Klaus turns back to Salem after giving that very short non-answer to a still puzzled Nate.
“I can’t deal with that sanctimonious, preachy, straight-edge prick, Salem. He’s going to look down his nose at me or up his nose or what the fuck ever and I’m going to knock the fuck out of him.”
“WHO!?” Nate jumps between KvK and Salem, screaming the question at the top of his lungs. KvK just looks at him and then looks to Salem.
“You break it to the rookie.” And so saying, Klaus steps back with a wave of his good arm for Salem to start his explanation. Salem sighs.
“Jet.” Salem watches Nate’s expression for some clue that he gets it and by the blank stare he receives in return, he realizes he definitely does not.
“Who?” Nate asks again to which Salem gives another sigh.
“Jet. Somers.”
Nate thinks the name over momentarily and then it hits him and the look of incredulity on his face is almost comical to witness.
“You shitting me?”
Before Salem can answer, the trio are distracted by a new car, a light blue Prius to be exact, making its way into the parking lot. The wonderfully eco-friendly contraption pulls into a space away from the other cars, as if afraid that their pollution will rub off on it. Salem and Klaus, already having figured out who the owner of said green machine is, both roll their eyes and prepare themselves for the mental anguish ahead. Nate just stares at the little machine in confusion, as if in shock that people, full size ones at that, actually drive this thing.
Nate is half amused and half surprised to see the squeaky clean MMA fighter and multi-cause sensation stepping out of the hybrid, but KvK and Salem can only roll their eyes as Jet's designer sandalled feet, the effect ruined by the black socks separating his skin from the sandals, nearly step onto a cigarette butt... pause... then step three inches to the left as he exits his car. He is in snappy regalia, an ambiguous indy music t shirt, dark brown blazer, and laser etched sunglasses. He pushes the door shut then looks directly up at Salem and briskly walks in his direction, not even registering Nate or Klaus.
"What's the plan, Salem?" but before Salem can even gather breath for a response, Jet cuts him off.
"Nevermind, we're going to have to handle this situation delicately. We can only guess at what nondescript place you've allowed Dragon and Torres to drag my sister off to, but with careful planning and handling Dragon with kid gloves, maybe we can get her out of this without you bungling up anymore than you have already. So lets go have us a conversation with the demented guy, hmm? Have you even tried that yet?"
Jet’s brusque tone never falters before the fuming Salem, but KvK has had enough. He steps right up to Jet and gets in his face.
"Look, you metrosexual piece of shit--" he begins.
"Oh, yes, Klaus. Try to keep up, will ya?" and with that, Jet marches into the arena, leaving a still fuming Salem, a pissed KvK and a stunned Korpi still standing there. Klaus and Salem share a look before following in his wake.
“I told you you shouldn’t have called that fucker,” KvK mutters.
“Dude, calm the fuck down. We’re going to get her back, quit beating yourself up over this shit. Jez is a tough broad,” KvK tries to lighten the mood, but the tension shows around his smile which doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He looks to Nate, who is leaning against Salem’s big black truck, for help. Nate just shrugs and looks down at the ground, kicking one of his big feet back and forth before finally speaking.
“Maybe we did take it too far. I mean, sure it started out as a joke and it was a great joke, but now Jez’s life is in danger. We should just try to talk to Mickey and work things out. Apologize or something. Is her life worth a joke?”
KvK just stares at the rookie as if he’s gone completely daft. Salem, after hearing Nate’s short speech, starts to pace again, and Klaus throws a murderous glance at Nate who starts to shuffle his feet again. KvK, hoping to rectify the situation, clears his throat.
“Nate, if you can’t offer anything constructive, then keep quiet you fucking pansy. We’re going to get her back and that’s the end of it. No apologies, nothing. We’re not playing that bitch’s sick little game. It’s what he wants. And why the fuck are we even out here? This is macabre as shit, Salem, even for you.”
Salem stops pacing and fixes KvK with a blank stare before speaking.
“We’re waiting.”
That’s it. Just two words that say nothing and yet raise even more questions. KvK casts his eyes upward, praying to whatever in all hell is out there to give him the strength to deal with this giant emotional wreck. Patience never having been his strong suit, he gets right to the point.
“So who the fuck are we waiting on?”
Salem continues to pace, not even bothering to stop this time to give his reply. His response is short and clipped.
“Help.”
Klaus makes a sound of frustration deep in his throat, the very simple answers being given to him by Salem really not putting him in the best of moods at the moment. Sensing this, Salem expounds a little more. Knowing Klaus isn’t going to like what he has to say, he lets out a sigh.
“I called him.”
KvK’s eyes narrow suspiciously and Nate looks up in interest. KvK studies the pacing Salem, looking for some clue as to who “him” is and hoping it isn’t who he thinks in the back of his mind.
“And, pray tell, just who did you call?”
Salem stops pacing, his back to Klaus, his broad shoulders rigid and straight before they droop slightly as if wishing he could take it back. The slight movement is all KvK needs. His eyes go big and then narrow again as he sets off to a round of cursing that would make Quentin Tarantino a happy man, turning around in circles like a scalded dog. Nate looks on in shock, wondering what or who could garner this reaction from his mentor.
“Goddammit Salem, no! I can’t deal with his bullshit right now, call anyone else. Call Bryson or Bloodhound, hell call Exile, call someone, just not him! Fuck!”
“Call who?” Nate yells into the commotion, still not up to speed on the situation.
Salem watches KvK’s tirade with a mix of amusement and sympathy.
“I know how you feel man, but I had to call him. She’s his sister. What the fuck do you think he would do if I hadn’t called him and he found out? And you know he would.”
“Who? Is he some big bad ass cause we could always use one of those,” Nate interjects into the conversation. KvK just looks at him like you might a child who has spoken out of turn.
“No.”
Klaus turns back to Salem after giving that very short non-answer to a still puzzled Nate.
“I can’t deal with that sanctimonious, preachy, straight-edge prick, Salem. He’s going to look down his nose at me or up his nose or what the fuck ever and I’m going to knock the fuck out of him.”
“WHO!?” Nate jumps between KvK and Salem, screaming the question at the top of his lungs. KvK just looks at him and then looks to Salem.
“You break it to the rookie.” And so saying, Klaus steps back with a wave of his good arm for Salem to start his explanation. Salem sighs.
“Jet.” Salem watches Nate’s expression for some clue that he gets it and by the blank stare he receives in return, he realizes he definitely does not.
“Who?” Nate asks again to which Salem gives another sigh.
“Jet. Somers.”
Nate thinks the name over momentarily and then it hits him and the look of incredulity on his face is almost comical to witness.
“You shitting me?”
Before Salem can answer, the trio are distracted by a new car, a light blue Prius to be exact, making its way into the parking lot. The wonderfully eco-friendly contraption pulls into a space away from the other cars, as if afraid that their pollution will rub off on it. Salem and Klaus, already having figured out who the owner of said green machine is, both roll their eyes and prepare themselves for the mental anguish ahead. Nate just stares at the little machine in confusion, as if in shock that people, full size ones at that, actually drive this thing.
Nate is half amused and half surprised to see the squeaky clean MMA fighter and multi-cause sensation stepping out of the hybrid, but KvK and Salem can only roll their eyes as Jet's designer sandalled feet, the effect ruined by the black socks separating his skin from the sandals, nearly step onto a cigarette butt... pause... then step three inches to the left as he exits his car. He is in snappy regalia, an ambiguous indy music t shirt, dark brown blazer, and laser etched sunglasses. He pushes the door shut then looks directly up at Salem and briskly walks in his direction, not even registering Nate or Klaus.
"What's the plan, Salem?" but before Salem can even gather breath for a response, Jet cuts him off.
"Nevermind, we're going to have to handle this situation delicately. We can only guess at what nondescript place you've allowed Dragon and Torres to drag my sister off to, but with careful planning and handling Dragon with kid gloves, maybe we can get her out of this without you bungling up anymore than you have already. So lets go have us a conversation with the demented guy, hmm? Have you even tried that yet?"
Jet’s brusque tone never falters before the fuming Salem, but KvK has had enough. He steps right up to Jet and gets in his face.
"Look, you metrosexual piece of shit--" he begins.
"Oh, yes, Klaus. Try to keep up, will ya?" and with that, Jet marches into the arena, leaving a still fuming Salem, a pissed KvK and a stunned Korpi still standing there. Klaus and Salem share a look before following in his wake.
“I told you you shouldn’t have called that fucker,” KvK mutters.
x2
