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Havoc (OC) ([personal profile] wastelandking) wrote in [community profile] theattic2015-11-15 02:53 pm

PSL: That's A Real Lemon You Got There



THAT AINT THE ONLY THING THAT'S BIG
that's not true but hey you knows how it is


THREAD LOG:
#1 Customer
Super Kawaii Tape Chan
The Massage




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nineredsquares: how is he still -alive- (...how is he fitting that many apples in)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-18 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
Now the alarm bells were REALLY going off in James's head.

Eyes widening, he shook his head, holding up a finger. Shooting a glance at Laura, he lowered his voice.

"Nnnno, no, no, I can't-- we can't afford a tow truck. A-and we need this car--"

"I can hear you, James! What's goin' on?!"

A hearty wince.

"--we can't... we can't not have a car, we-- look, I-- I'll put the light in myself, you don't have to do a thing!"

He's not even addressing the bumper.

He has no idea what to do about the bumper.
nineredsquares: an ENTIRE one (i accidentally an entire wife)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-18 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
James opened his mouth. Shut it. Then swallowed hard.

His eyes had taken on a weird, glazed look-- like a rabbit caught in the beam of a flashlight.

He could refuse the money and try to drive away-- bus money wouldn't fix the fact that he could NOT afford towing services and still have enough to put them up for a night. Hotels weren't something they could do all the time anymore, but on cold, damp evenings like this, he couldn't have Laura sleeping out in a car. And hell, they wouldn't even have a car to sleep in if they had it towed.

Or-- and part of James hated himself for even thinking of this-- he could fake a phonecall, take the money, and wait for a chance to screech right out of the lot, bumper or no bumper, tail-light or no tail-light. Then they'd have a place to sleep, and a few extra bucks.

But James could fake a phonecall about as well as he could fake being a supermodel.

"... I-I'm sorry, we need to go now."

He reached out to grab the doorhandle.
nineredsquares: w h at (I... I don't... what?)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-18 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
A hiss of mingled pain and surprise slipped through James's teeth as his shoulder was caught and squeezed.

He could have wrestled out of it-- maybe. He was a big guy. But his hand froze on its way to the handle, and there was genuine intimidation in his eyes when they flicked back over to Havoc's.

"... L-laura, stay in the car," he finally managed, shakily.
nineredsquares: (I'll never forget again.)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-19 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
James followed the salesman in silence.

And once they were inside, he stared at the floor and REMAINED silent. He swallowed, hard, at the word 'police'-- and his hands curled to trembling fists at his sides. But he didn't move.

"... I'm not exactly in a position to say no," he finally said. His tone was weak.
nineredsquares: an ENTIRE one (i accidentally an entire wife)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-19 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Inwardly, James was gritting his teeth.

How on earth was he going to explain this to Laura?

And-- still-- where were they going to stay?

Reaching out reluctantly, he accepted the handshake. James's handshake was the opposite of good and firm. He shook hands like a weenie.

"Um... James. James Sunderland."
nineredsquares: w h at (I... I don't... what?)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-19 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
James could never rightly say that his life in the past few months had been uneventful, but things didn't happen quickly.

Which meant the whirlwind that was his literal deal with the devil left him blinking like someone who wandered into daylight after sitting through a Lord of the Rings marathon and no longer knew what year it was.

By the time he ceased being stupefied, Havoc was already on his way out the door. James blinked a few more times, then stumbled out into the drizzle after him.

"Uh-- wh... wait! Don't you-- don't you need me to... I don't know, sign anything? And-- ... and I could be a criminal, aren't you... is there a background check?"
nineredsquares: (INTERNAL SCREAMING)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-19 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
The ragged man's mournful gray-blue eyes widened as they were tugged down in front of Havoc's violently-green ones.

For a second he seemed petrified.

Then he whispered something that sounded like "All right."
nineredsquares: brb goin 2 hell :( (4giv me mary 4 i have sinned)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-19 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
"B... bright and early," he repeated weakly.

His knees felt wobbly.

Was this really happening? It kind of felt like a dream.

"I... I'll tell Laura that we'll... be... staying, for awhile."

Was he talking to Havoc or himself at this point? Even he didn't really know.