10-06-2017, 04:50 PM
Jakob felt it was only appropriate to bring the popcorn truck into the next stopping station which he found in the log-book that was wide open beside him in the passenger seat. Without a Dataverse Device, it was hard to pinpoint the location of this place but luckily the rig came with its own GPS kind of thing. Eventually a Secondary would have no sense needing it, but he was thankful.
Speaking of thankful.
While the people at loading docks were thankful to see their shipment of popcorn and other carnival snacks come in, they were utterly shocked by the dent in the front of the massive truck. Jakob had noticed the smoke starting to spill out of the front, and that might have been slightly responsible for the decision to drop the truck off where someone could attend to it.
He backed the rig into the bay with skill and caution, as if he'd done this a million times like any other Secondary would have to. In reality, there was very little that Jakob could not readily drive. He had a knack for it on top of luck, on top of knowing how to manage most types of vehicles. His favorite transportation is frying. Jets. Get him started, and he will not stop. Second on the list? Possibly tanks. Possibly because they are about as clumsy and as tactless as he seems to be.
He might be inclined to put boats third, though he couldn't tell you why. There's no shifting involved like a car, no impressive cockpit's like the jets, nor were they as fun as a tank. But he still liked them. If he did not put boats third, he would put sports cars there. A combination of speed and danger always got the heart pumping, and it was the only thing from his past that he embraced.
Jakob was given a bunch of paperwork to fill out while they set up the receiving end, he scribbled in some nonsense while the man who’d delivered the small stack talked about how hot it was of late. How utterly mad some people can be in the store, and how he’s actually glad to be out here instead of there with so many sales going on. Jakob just nodded and let him keep talking while he finally gave up on random answers and began to doodle a snowman on the page.
Before he could get too curious about what was taking so long, the people inside came out to the apparent manager of the time to get his help on something, the man patted the truck’s door and promised to back after a bit. But when the man left, so did Jakob.
Putting the stolen hat down on the clipboard and the paperwork on the binder full of more paperwork, and grabbed the large bag of caramel popcorn he’d stashed in the cab before coming here. His bright red arm had no trouble at all with the light bag, in fact, it took a lot of control not to just swing it around. Too much control for someone of Jakob’s attention span, but he knew if a man’s jaw could not withstand its strength a bag wouldn’t last. In his normal hand, he held a bunch of another type snack. The fabled crowbar clung to his leg through the gecko grip he installed before coming to the omniverse. While no one was looking, he strolled off the property, whistling a song he’d heard at least three times on the way there.
The human slipped out without anyone noticing, despite the size of his prize. His pace was casual, his walk with a bit of swag that even he wasn’t aware of, and his direction hopelessly lost. Jakob found himself at the edge of a very steep drop, a curve in the road that was probably far more dangerous than any sane person would sit at. He leaned his slender and unimpressive chest against the guard railing, with no worry at all to be crushed between it and a speeding car. His half-empty bag of popcorn clings to his metallic fingers while his fleshier hand rummaged through it for more. Occasionally the airy popped pieces slip through his fingers or lips and scatter to the breeze that flowed against his pants.
Beside him, a little radio he’s summoned for the sake of company, mostly static came to sooth his bored mind but occasionally some sort of song would flicker through. He was contemplating what to do next, too long has he been static. Anja would be furious that he hasn’t gone out and done some work... If she had been summoned instead of him, Omni would have had something far more active on his hands. She was a gunner, literally. He missed her cooking the most.
Well… The most after the truthfully most thing he missed. Little Eve. He liked her smile, he liked making her laugh. Without her... He has no one to entertain but himself.
The pain of loss ran deep into his heart and threatened to resurface even more painful memories, so he took a big handful of caramel cased popcorn, put it in his mouth, then reached into his pocket where a stash of his quickly depleting Bliss could be found. With the dexterity of a ninja, he slipped it out, twirled it in his fingers, then stabbed himself in the left thigh before pushing the button to administrate the painkiller.
Empty, the needle, not the man(though you could easily describe the man as such), is tossed off the cliff with the rest of the discarded things. Where it would land was up to the laws of gravity and physics, but Jakob no longer needed it.
He took a deep breath of the freshest air available around and then sighed out feeling much better. His pain quickly being forgotten. He goes for another handful before he recognizes the happy voice of someone trying to sell him something. He turns to the crackling radio speaker at his side as he chewed the slightly crunch treats.
“GRAND [static]-OPENING!! Artica [static] Lounge! If you are looking [static] grand [static] place for... [static] ..fun in the snow! Just come to [static] in Frozen Fields!”
The music then began to break in and out of static, but nonetheless was happy and go-lucky. It occurs to Jakob though that he hasn’t been anywhere else… He found his place in Coruscant and has made no effort to explore outside of it. He could already hear a little voice asking ‘why?’ but couldn’t tell you the face the voice belonged to. “Why?” He repeated, taking another handful and chewing through it slowly. He reached in for another bunch, only for the plastic of the bag to finally release from his cold dead metal fingers. Gravity took its share of his stolen popcorn before he could react, especially while high. He squeezed the arm too late, and the weight of the treat dives down the cliff. Pieces of the whole fly free of the clump, he watched the lights flicker across the shiny surface of the bag. The next moment it vanished in the dark.
Jakob stared into the abyss a bit longer, before jerking his head back as if he’d fallen asleep. He looks around, landing on the radio he’d summoned. It was still a mixture of static and music. He grabbed it with his human hand, cupping it and turning it off with one flick of his finger. Next, he shoved it into another set of seemingly endless pockets. With his belongings in place, he stood, turned, and then lifted his thumb.
Moments later, as if summoned by him, a car appears around the bend. It slowed down before coming to a stop. The whole door panel pried open and lifted, inviting him to come in. He stopped at the edge, looking in at a beautiful red-head with a busty chest and head full of voluminous curls. His first response was to offer a half smile, only for it to fall nervously. She smiled crisply at him. “Where you going, hun?”
That was a good question… Then he remembered snow. “I vant to go to Frozen Field’.” He said honestly, or as honestly as he could.
She grinned harder at him. “I’ll take you to the elevator, how’s that?”
“Iz good.” He said, sounding somewhat surprised but very happy despite how slow he was to smile.
The redhead laughed and waved him in.
Moments later, the door opened up again, steam hissing from the locks disengaging. When it was in its proper upright position, Jakob rightfully fell out of it back first with a grunt. When he looked up at the mirror he had her same bright red lipstick all over his lips and neck. He blinked a few times, confused about what happened.
The woman touches her fingers to her lips and blows him a kiss, straightening her top as she commands the door to close. “Good luck, Jakob.” She said, with a giggle.
Bewildered still, confused, Jakob nods and rolls over, getting to his feet just long enough to almost run into a wall before he remembers they’d stopped in a stray alleyway. He touches the bricks before realizing what way he needed to go. The mostly human male follows the wall to the left patting it, then when he had his bearings - but not necessarily his balance - he stumbles towards the elevators of Coruscant that would be responsible for taking him from tier to tier while a hover care revs to life behind him.
Speaking of thankful.
While the people at loading docks were thankful to see their shipment of popcorn and other carnival snacks come in, they were utterly shocked by the dent in the front of the massive truck. Jakob had noticed the smoke starting to spill out of the front, and that might have been slightly responsible for the decision to drop the truck off where someone could attend to it.
He backed the rig into the bay with skill and caution, as if he'd done this a million times like any other Secondary would have to. In reality, there was very little that Jakob could not readily drive. He had a knack for it on top of luck, on top of knowing how to manage most types of vehicles. His favorite transportation is frying. Jets. Get him started, and he will not stop. Second on the list? Possibly tanks. Possibly because they are about as clumsy and as tactless as he seems to be.
He might be inclined to put boats third, though he couldn't tell you why. There's no shifting involved like a car, no impressive cockpit's like the jets, nor were they as fun as a tank. But he still liked them. If he did not put boats third, he would put sports cars there. A combination of speed and danger always got the heart pumping, and it was the only thing from his past that he embraced.
Jakob was given a bunch of paperwork to fill out while they set up the receiving end, he scribbled in some nonsense while the man who’d delivered the small stack talked about how hot it was of late. How utterly mad some people can be in the store, and how he’s actually glad to be out here instead of there with so many sales going on. Jakob just nodded and let him keep talking while he finally gave up on random answers and began to doodle a snowman on the page.
Before he could get too curious about what was taking so long, the people inside came out to the apparent manager of the time to get his help on something, the man patted the truck’s door and promised to back after a bit. But when the man left, so did Jakob.
Putting the stolen hat down on the clipboard and the paperwork on the binder full of more paperwork, and grabbed the large bag of caramel popcorn he’d stashed in the cab before coming here. His bright red arm had no trouble at all with the light bag, in fact, it took a lot of control not to just swing it around. Too much control for someone of Jakob’s attention span, but he knew if a man’s jaw could not withstand its strength a bag wouldn’t last. In his normal hand, he held a bunch of another type snack. The fabled crowbar clung to his leg through the gecko grip he installed before coming to the omniverse. While no one was looking, he strolled off the property, whistling a song he’d heard at least three times on the way there.
The human slipped out without anyone noticing, despite the size of his prize. His pace was casual, his walk with a bit of swag that even he wasn’t aware of, and his direction hopelessly lost. Jakob found himself at the edge of a very steep drop, a curve in the road that was probably far more dangerous than any sane person would sit at. He leaned his slender and unimpressive chest against the guard railing, with no worry at all to be crushed between it and a speeding car. His half-empty bag of popcorn clings to his metallic fingers while his fleshier hand rummaged through it for more. Occasionally the airy popped pieces slip through his fingers or lips and scatter to the breeze that flowed against his pants.
Beside him, a little radio he’s summoned for the sake of company, mostly static came to sooth his bored mind but occasionally some sort of song would flicker through. He was contemplating what to do next, too long has he been static. Anja would be furious that he hasn’t gone out and done some work... If she had been summoned instead of him, Omni would have had something far more active on his hands. She was a gunner, literally. He missed her cooking the most.
Well… The most after the truthfully most thing he missed. Little Eve. He liked her smile, he liked making her laugh. Without her... He has no one to entertain but himself.
The pain of loss ran deep into his heart and threatened to resurface even more painful memories, so he took a big handful of caramel cased popcorn, put it in his mouth, then reached into his pocket where a stash of his quickly depleting Bliss could be found. With the dexterity of a ninja, he slipped it out, twirled it in his fingers, then stabbed himself in the left thigh before pushing the button to administrate the painkiller.
Empty, the needle, not the man(though you could easily describe the man as such), is tossed off the cliff with the rest of the discarded things. Where it would land was up to the laws of gravity and physics, but Jakob no longer needed it.
He took a deep breath of the freshest air available around and then sighed out feeling much better. His pain quickly being forgotten. He goes for another handful before he recognizes the happy voice of someone trying to sell him something. He turns to the crackling radio speaker at his side as he chewed the slightly crunch treats.
“GRAND [static]-OPENING!! Artica [static] Lounge! If you are looking [static] grand [static] place for... [static] ..fun in the snow! Just come to [static] in Frozen Fields!”
The music then began to break in and out of static, but nonetheless was happy and go-lucky. It occurs to Jakob though that he hasn’t been anywhere else… He found his place in Coruscant and has made no effort to explore outside of it. He could already hear a little voice asking ‘why?’ but couldn’t tell you the face the voice belonged to. “Why?” He repeated, taking another handful and chewing through it slowly. He reached in for another bunch, only for the plastic of the bag to finally release from his cold dead metal fingers. Gravity took its share of his stolen popcorn before he could react, especially while high. He squeezed the arm too late, and the weight of the treat dives down the cliff. Pieces of the whole fly free of the clump, he watched the lights flicker across the shiny surface of the bag. The next moment it vanished in the dark.
Jakob stared into the abyss a bit longer, before jerking his head back as if he’d fallen asleep. He looks around, landing on the radio he’d summoned. It was still a mixture of static and music. He grabbed it with his human hand, cupping it and turning it off with one flick of his finger. Next, he shoved it into another set of seemingly endless pockets. With his belongings in place, he stood, turned, and then lifted his thumb.
Moments later, as if summoned by him, a car appears around the bend. It slowed down before coming to a stop. The whole door panel pried open and lifted, inviting him to come in. He stopped at the edge, looking in at a beautiful red-head with a busty chest and head full of voluminous curls. His first response was to offer a half smile, only for it to fall nervously. She smiled crisply at him. “Where you going, hun?”
That was a good question… Then he remembered snow. “I vant to go to Frozen Field’.” He said honestly, or as honestly as he could.
She grinned harder at him. “I’ll take you to the elevator, how’s that?”
“Iz good.” He said, sounding somewhat surprised but very happy despite how slow he was to smile.
The redhead laughed and waved him in.
Moments later, the door opened up again, steam hissing from the locks disengaging. When it was in its proper upright position, Jakob rightfully fell out of it back first with a grunt. When he looked up at the mirror he had her same bright red lipstick all over his lips and neck. He blinked a few times, confused about what happened.
The woman touches her fingers to her lips and blows him a kiss, straightening her top as she commands the door to close. “Good luck, Jakob.” She said, with a giggle.
Bewildered still, confused, Jakob nods and rolls over, getting to his feet just long enough to almost run into a wall before he remembers they’d stopped in a stray alleyway. He touches the bricks before realizing what way he needed to go. The mostly human male follows the wall to the left patting it, then when he had his bearings - but not necessarily his balance - he stumbles towards the elevators of Coruscant that would be responsible for taking him from tier to tier while a hover care revs to life behind him.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
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