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tw for post: violence, manipulation, achohol/drug use, setting is the gta canon
Prompt #1
[ You don't know how it happened, but somehow, you managed to get yourself into this mess. Some guy who smells like he rolled out of a dumpster is driving a truck he managed to break into and snag. His plan? You aren't sure yet. Maybe he doesn't even know himself!
Are you a willing participant, or did you somehow get roped into this unwillingly? The idea of you being threatened into the truck really isn't unlike Trevor whatsoever. Either way, unless you're willing to jump out of a moving vehicle, you're probably stuck with whatever crazy idea this lunatic seems to have...
... Is that just you, or did you just see a gun in the back seat? ]
Prompt #2
[ All you wanted was a drink, something to unwind before you go home for the day. Or maybe you came to meet someone, you aren't a drinker yourself. Still, you somehow managed to get this asshole next to you, trying to chat you up. He's obviously drunk, and he might have had a hit of something harder before coming to the bar; he's probably trouble, but the question is, how do you shake him? Or maybe you usually hang out with people like him??? Willingly? ]
[ooc: I'm sorry I'm breaking in the comm with this post I'm so sorry but I really do want to practice writing him since his dialogue is uh... unique.... For male characters who want to thread! there's a trigger warning for threats of sexual violence so please keep this in mind! ]
[ You don't know how it happened, but somehow, you managed to get yourself into this mess. Some guy who smells like he rolled out of a dumpster is driving a truck he managed to break into and snag. His plan? You aren't sure yet. Maybe he doesn't even know himself!
Are you a willing participant, or did you somehow get roped into this unwillingly? The idea of you being threatened into the truck really isn't unlike Trevor whatsoever. Either way, unless you're willing to jump out of a moving vehicle, you're probably stuck with whatever crazy idea this lunatic seems to have...
... Is that just you, or did you just see a gun in the back seat? ]
Prompt #2
[ All you wanted was a drink, something to unwind before you go home for the day. Or maybe you came to meet someone, you aren't a drinker yourself. Still, you somehow managed to get this asshole next to you, trying to chat you up. He's obviously drunk, and he might have had a hit of something harder before coming to the bar; he's probably trouble, but the question is, how do you shake him? Or maybe you usually hang out with people like him??? Willingly? ]
[ooc: I'm sorry I'm breaking in the comm with this post I'm so sorry but I really do want to practice writing him since his dialogue is uh... unique.... For male characters who want to thread! there's a trigger warning for threats of sexual violence so please keep this in mind! ]
1!
Like right now, his own reason for being next to the truck checking it out hadn't been entirely innocent. Or...innocent at all, given that he was about to break into it to see if there was anything worth stealing.
And now...he's stuck in the truck with some maniac. He even dropped his gun as he was being yelled at and threatened to get inside. All he had was a knife hiding on the inside of his Tunnel Snakes jacket that he didn't dare reach for right now.]
Look guy, what do ya say you let me go and I don't tell no one I saw you. Sounds good, yeah? Just...[ The young man points to some random street corner they pass in a fruitless attempt to get the man to stop. ] ...just drop me off there. And we're cool. Okay? [ He's freaking out now. ] You passed it!
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[ If you thought Trevor was going to stop at that stoplight, you were wrong. He runs it, swerving to avoid an oncoming car. This is how you drive in Los Santos. ]
But if you really want, I won't stop you from leavin! The door's riiiight over there. [ He hits the automatic locks, unlocking both doors, but it's obvious by the fact that he just ran a yellow light that Trevor has no intention of stopping to let Roy out. ]
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He casts a glance at the now unlocked doors. For a moment he seriously considers jumping out of the truck, but his survival instincts are telling him not to be a fucking idiot, so he refrains. ]
Well where the fuck are we goin'? [ He turns his frustrated glare to the smelly man. Not that Roy should complain about smells, living on the streets and all. ] Guy, if you're gonna hack me to little pieces or somethin' just tell me now. I don't like surprises.
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Naw, I don't feel like visiting the mountains today. Unless that's what you're into?
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[ He hadn't realized it before, but he was holding on to the dashboard for dear life. He takes a look around the truck (jesus that's a gun in the back seat isn't it), then down at his mostly unarmed self. ]
Ya know what I am into, though? Livin'. Which I'm not sure I'll get to do if you keep drivin' like a fuckin' lunatic, guy.
[ If he could just...slow down. Maybe Roy will be able to resist the urge to throw up. He's not used to cars. Or moving vehicles, really. ]
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[ He slows down a little bit, he's going maybe 50 now, still well above the 35 limit. ]
Is that better, sissy boy?
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I ain't a fuckin' sissy boy! I just...never been in a fuckin' car before, alright? [That didn't sound great either.] I didn't know what to expect.
[Nope, still sounds like a baby. Curse his insesant need to impress random strangers (even if they're fucking crazy)]
I'm a lot tougher than I look, okay?
[Okay, he's going to stop talking.]
prompt 1 | i'm cool with whatever content/matter gets brought up. o7
Where are you taking me? [She shifts and crosses her arms tightly over her chest, a glance of open annoyance slanting over him.] I'd ask why but your type never seem to want to answer that.
[At least not in a way that's ever satisfactory to her.]
okok though he's better to women it's not by much
[ His speech is interrupted by him swerving into the wrong lane to get around someone who was going too slow for Trevor's taste. ]
So what are you into? You like drugs?
i will take everything
[Said in a tone of voice she might also use in response to being asked for a blowjob by a complete stranger on the street. Not over the language by any means - cussing's become an unfortunate part of her daily ritual the past century or so - but if she's not mistaken, this man doesn't have a single fucking clue what he's doing and where he's going (and likely doesn't care) and that's what pisses her off.]
I can't say I've ever wanted to do shi—
[The rest of her sentence gets cut as gravity and Newton's third law exert their forces upon her, and she grunts in pain as temple hits glass window.]
Where did you learn to drive, in a barn?
thumbs up
[ He talks a little bit slower when he gets to the part about the Canadian border, like he's making sure to remember to say that part. It's not like he grew up in Canada or anything, no, of course not. ]
Anyway, you should want to do shit! Have an adventure; don't become one of these boring, plastic, Los Santos folk.
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I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Los Santos but I can assure you I am mostly definitely not plastic.
[No Barbie girl is she. Still, he's got a point, even if it likely isn't the one he'd been intending to make. There isn't any point in staying in this car against her will.]
But you're right, I should do shit, starting with getting the hell out of this car.
[The seat belt gets unbuckled and her hand makes for the car handle. So what if they're speeding along? She'll totally survive throwing herself out a car going 70 miles an hour, right?]
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Woah, darlin, you'd rather become road kill than hang out with good old Trevor? You're breaking my heart. Come on, don't go, we'll do something nice. What about dinner? No, I guess it's lunch time...
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[That said, she'd already gotten her miraculous revival after getting her brains shot out, so maybe it's for the best if she doesn't try and exit the car until after it's stopped.]
But since I don't seem to have any other options....what's for lunch?
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[ He seems to have completely ignored her jab at the lack of his heart. He has heart, he just also happens to have a lot of problems. Which should be treated with anti-psychotics but aren't. ]
What's your name, anyway?
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[Honestly, the chicken sandwich sounds just as good as the duck right now, if not better. She ignored breakfast this morning against the better wishes of her stomach and now she's paying the price of it.
She shifts in her chair and eyes him a bit before answering, reluctantly:] Snow.
[Apart from throwing her in the van he hasn't done anything else untoward her (yet). All the same, he doesn't get any further explanation than that, at least for the moment.]
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Apparently yes.
But he'd also stopped caring like an hour ago. Or maybe it was two hours. He doesn't know or care because he's drunk and the world is beautiful. ]
Y'know, T. We should -- we should do something. [ He makes a grandiose gesture with his glass for emphasis, effectively sloshing half its contents onto himself but he doesn't notice. ] A good something. Like...like. Y'know.
Something.
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You got some kind of idea over there? Or... should I pick the activity of the evenin'?
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You are an asshole. Just for that? I pick. And you know what I pick? [ something really good, wait for it -- ] Night golf. We're gonna... we're gonna break into the golf club and play golf. At night.
[ Drunk Michael thinks night golf sounds really fucking awesome, thanks. ]
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[ He slams his empty cup on the bar and stands up. How are these two still even here, how did they not get kicked out already? ]
Are we gonna have get you home so that you can get a different three hundred dollar shirt? Or are you gonna be okay?
1 - the things i do for you
He'd be content grabbing the gun out of the inside of his coat and using it on this guy, but he looks like he's had enough hardware shoved in his face in his life; the sight of him. Instead, he makes a quick request.]
Mind at least goin' the speed limit? I don't wanna make a mess of your... honestly already fucked up truck.
what are you even talk about this isn't a chop account???
[ What does that mean? Who knows, Trevor doesn't know, he just thought it sounded like a cool threat. ]
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You got some problem with the United States, pal?
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Jesus, is this legal here? I'm sure this is legal.
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Let me tell you something, you fucker. Just because I'm a crazy asshole that just dragged you into a truck does not mean that this whole country is rotten. Sure, there's the kids who don't want to work for a buck, and those G-men... but blaming your own luck on America? Sounds like you have some unneeded prejudice you need to work out, preferably on your own time.
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Are you kiddin'? Fuck, I'm being lectured by a guy with a gun. The guy kidnappin' other guys is givin' me a lecture about prejudice.