05-16-2018, 12:54 PM
Justice Alnutt was always either in the midst of trouble, or right behind it. There was nearly no in between. Mostly because she liked to keep her personal life and her private lives seperate or else she get slapped with the cuffs from the po-po herself. As it were, she was on the running end of the law tonight. A sentry demon chased her down the cobblestone road, a red light beamed down over her and her baby; The hot pink 1970's Mercury Cougar sped down the rough roads. Justice's hair reacted to the wind whipping by, her afro bouncing to the beat of the blaring disco pounding out of her speakers and her large gold hoop rings swung violently from one side to the side. A moment later the sentry began to send a magical spray of miniature missiles down on her and Pink Lady as it sprouted some warning in the demon language. It sounded like a cop was cussing her out as he told her to pull over and surrender peacefully, she knew better than that though.
"C'mon Suga-Pie, work it for me." She sang more than said, before turning the vehicle sharply around the cornerer. The tires screamed excitedly as her hands move over themselves to change directions, the light flashing over her many studded gold rings on her fingers. With an incredible handle on the machine she continued to flee the law. Punching the gas after clearing the building to straighten out the car and gain as much ground as she could on cobblestone.
Fires all around her sprays a warm glow over the pink paint job as it flies by. The thunderous beat of her Nu-Disco music matched her heart. The vehicle and her were one with each other. The only thing she could count on reliably down here. Her long dark, slender fingers reach up to adjust the rearview mirror, a collection of gold plated aluminium or wood plastic bracelets jingle about on her arm as she does.
At first the only thing the mirror caught was the crazy amount of hair that Justice had floating in the wind. When she was just standing there it towered over her in all its glory. It’s only enemy being a downpour of rain or a swimming pool. Rare nemesis for the likes of this place. When she finally got it to focus on the sky, however, she could see the sentry demon put-putting out from around the same corner but was at a loss for its prey.
Good.
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Down in Downtown Dis on the same street Detective Flint Maloney and his long term friend we're shuffling towards their new destination. The good ole private investigator was calmly going through most of his notes, his dark eyes glaring down at the pages that mocked him in his attempt at remembering his companion’s name. Without warning though, he suddenly stopped and looked up. So abruptly that Domnik almost dropped his three-fifty pound weighted body on the man by toppling over. Luckily for both tomcats Dom’s center was solid.
“Do you hear that?” Flint asked, feeling the wall of muscle behind him. His head swung left, then right. “Sounds like the 70’s coming back after a few years on break to find themselves and coming up empty handed so they have to just copy wh-”
By this time the music had gotten loud enough not only for Dominik to start to hear, but for him to recognize the song, hear the purring of a familiar Pink Lady dubbed by someone they knew, see the streaming lights as they washed over the two of them, and then pick up his friend in the middle of his many monologue. They fell back aways, and he pressed his partner into the wall they’d just passed to avoid accident.
The two adult men heard the screeching over the music. It was almost comically endless as the Cougar swiped, swung, spun, hell it even did a little ballerina twirl on one tire! Then came… Well nothing. It all just stopped as suddenly as it started and they were left breathing slightly heavier in the dark. At first Dom didn’t want to move out of memories of what Miss Alnutt was capable of, if only because he didn’t want to see what kind of mess she left behind. Slowly however, they unfolded from each other and looked out.
They watched as an old companion of theirs closed the door and then prance their way. Her gold sparkly platform heels tapped against the stone to a musical beat that was beyond either of them, her one piece bright orange outfit complete with extreme large pant legs flopped and fluttered as she danced her way to them. The afro, ever present and always getting bigger each time they run into one another, bobbed about like a whimsical buoy in the harbor. Her long slender arms were bare and active, the top of her one piece suit coming over her large breast in a bikini style tie over the back of her neck and around her upper torso. She more danced than walked, her hands pointing, her elbows lifted and fell with the beat, her hips swung, her head kept nodding, and she looked happy despite the very neutral look on her thick and full sunset yellow lips. Her hair covered her eyes, but they knew she was looking right at them.
She even struck a exaggerated poses on her way to their corner, before greeting them with the smoothest honest voice. “Hey there Babycakes! Didn’t meant to scare you, yo!” She punctuated her sentence with a snap.
“Justice.” Her name escaped his lips so easily, it was like breathing.
“Yo, McGruff.” She said, shooting him with both finger guns, flashing a friendly smile. “Lay some skin on me.” She said, offering her hand for a slap of the palms. He promptly ignored her to shake her hand. You could practically hear the record scratch as her groove was cut short. Suddenly she remembered why she didn’t see them much anymore. “How’s it hanging Tall, Dark, and Scary.” She tried to revive her party.
Dominik was a growl waiting to happen, and yet in the company of Justice he cracked a smile. A faint on, mind you. He also gave her the proper greeting of letting her smack her palm against his and then formed a fist as she bumped her collection of rings against his thick knuckles. Her hand left his in a fluttering wave as she made a cheap explosion sound with her mouth. Whatever this motion was, it made her happy. That made him happy. Or at least seemed to.
“What’s up, cats?” She asked, now dancing in place, rocking her hips to her new groove. "What's got you to prowling our big and wonderful city, yo?"
It took Flint a few minutes to properly explain what had happened. Apparently, someone went to that mansion and only one guy left. This red-haired humanoid. It didn't quite ruin her mood, but she wasn't bouncing as much when they'd finished.
"Yo dawg, that's whack as heck. We can't have just any fools rollin' on in and doin' as they please. Relax, hop on in, I'll get us over to Alexander's lickety split~!" She offered, motioning over to her pretty ping topless car. "You know the rules, though. Scratch her and I'll snatch yer ear off. Ya, dig?" The two men nodded, and all three of them piled into Pink Lady before she turned revved her up to life once more. The music jumped back to life and they began to pull away. It bounced a bit itself as it did, like she was prancing just as proudly as her driver.
A moment or two later, they were pulling up on the bar in question.
"C'mon Suga-Pie, work it for me." She sang more than said, before turning the vehicle sharply around the cornerer. The tires screamed excitedly as her hands move over themselves to change directions, the light flashing over her many studded gold rings on her fingers. With an incredible handle on the machine she continued to flee the law. Punching the gas after clearing the building to straighten out the car and gain as much ground as she could on cobblestone.
Fires all around her sprays a warm glow over the pink paint job as it flies by. The thunderous beat of her Nu-Disco music matched her heart. The vehicle and her were one with each other. The only thing she could count on reliably down here. Her long dark, slender fingers reach up to adjust the rearview mirror, a collection of gold plated aluminium or wood plastic bracelets jingle about on her arm as she does.
At first the only thing the mirror caught was the crazy amount of hair that Justice had floating in the wind. When she was just standing there it towered over her in all its glory. It’s only enemy being a downpour of rain or a swimming pool. Rare nemesis for the likes of this place. When she finally got it to focus on the sky, however, she could see the sentry demon put-putting out from around the same corner but was at a loss for its prey.
Good.
-
Down in Downtown Dis on the same street Detective Flint Maloney and his long term friend we're shuffling towards their new destination. The good ole private investigator was calmly going through most of his notes, his dark eyes glaring down at the pages that mocked him in his attempt at remembering his companion’s name. Without warning though, he suddenly stopped and looked up. So abruptly that Domnik almost dropped his three-fifty pound weighted body on the man by toppling over. Luckily for both tomcats Dom’s center was solid.
“Do you hear that?” Flint asked, feeling the wall of muscle behind him. His head swung left, then right. “Sounds like the 70’s coming back after a few years on break to find themselves and coming up empty handed so they have to just copy wh-”
By this time the music had gotten loud enough not only for Dominik to start to hear, but for him to recognize the song, hear the purring of a familiar Pink Lady dubbed by someone they knew, see the streaming lights as they washed over the two of them, and then pick up his friend in the middle of his many monologue. They fell back aways, and he pressed his partner into the wall they’d just passed to avoid accident.
The two adult men heard the screeching over the music. It was almost comically endless as the Cougar swiped, swung, spun, hell it even did a little ballerina twirl on one tire! Then came… Well nothing. It all just stopped as suddenly as it started and they were left breathing slightly heavier in the dark. At first Dom didn’t want to move out of memories of what Miss Alnutt was capable of, if only because he didn’t want to see what kind of mess she left behind. Slowly however, they unfolded from each other and looked out.
They watched as an old companion of theirs closed the door and then prance their way. Her gold sparkly platform heels tapped against the stone to a musical beat that was beyond either of them, her one piece bright orange outfit complete with extreme large pant legs flopped and fluttered as she danced her way to them. The afro, ever present and always getting bigger each time they run into one another, bobbed about like a whimsical buoy in the harbor. Her long slender arms were bare and active, the top of her one piece suit coming over her large breast in a bikini style tie over the back of her neck and around her upper torso. She more danced than walked, her hands pointing, her elbows lifted and fell with the beat, her hips swung, her head kept nodding, and she looked happy despite the very neutral look on her thick and full sunset yellow lips. Her hair covered her eyes, but they knew she was looking right at them.
She even struck a exaggerated poses on her way to their corner, before greeting them with the smoothest honest voice. “Hey there Babycakes! Didn’t meant to scare you, yo!” She punctuated her sentence with a snap.
“Justice.” Her name escaped his lips so easily, it was like breathing.
“Yo, McGruff.” She said, shooting him with both finger guns, flashing a friendly smile. “Lay some skin on me.” She said, offering her hand for a slap of the palms. He promptly ignored her to shake her hand. You could practically hear the record scratch as her groove was cut short. Suddenly she remembered why she didn’t see them much anymore. “How’s it hanging Tall, Dark, and Scary.” She tried to revive her party.
Dominik was a growl waiting to happen, and yet in the company of Justice he cracked a smile. A faint on, mind you. He also gave her the proper greeting of letting her smack her palm against his and then formed a fist as she bumped her collection of rings against his thick knuckles. Her hand left his in a fluttering wave as she made a cheap explosion sound with her mouth. Whatever this motion was, it made her happy. That made him happy. Or at least seemed to.
“What’s up, cats?” She asked, now dancing in place, rocking her hips to her new groove. "What's got you to prowling our big and wonderful city, yo?"
It took Flint a few minutes to properly explain what had happened. Apparently, someone went to that mansion and only one guy left. This red-haired humanoid. It didn't quite ruin her mood, but she wasn't bouncing as much when they'd finished.
"Yo dawg, that's whack as heck. We can't have just any fools rollin' on in and doin' as they please. Relax, hop on in, I'll get us over to Alexander's lickety split~!" She offered, motioning over to her pretty ping topless car. "You know the rules, though. Scratch her and I'll snatch yer ear off. Ya, dig?" The two men nodded, and all three of them piled into Pink Lady before she turned revved her up to life once more. The music jumped back to life and they began to pull away. It bounced a bit itself as it did, like she was prancing just as proudly as her driver.
A moment or two later, they were pulling up on the bar in question.
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