tw for post: violence, manipulation, achohol/drug use, setting is the gta canon

[highflyin]

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! ]

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i will take everything

[snezana]

'Do shit.'

[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

[highflyin]

I learned how to drive near the Canadian border, if you really gotta know! Lots of snow, less cars...

[ 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.

[snezana]

[Canada means nothing to her. New York is better. :|]

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?]

[highflyin]

[ He leaves a finger by the automatic locks, showing that he doesn't intend to let her go anywhere ]

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...

[snezana]

I wasn't aware you had a heart.

[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?

[highflyin]

You like burgers? What about tacos? You think of it, I'm sure I can find it.

[ 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?

[snezana]

Glazed duck with orange confit, a side of greens, and a glass of ride wine. [A beat.] Barring that, a chicken sandwich will do.

[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.]