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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[thatcatfrom101]

[ Roy was not unused to getting himself into these kinds of situations, honestly. He may have done a thing or two that ended up with him being threatened into a building/vehicle/ect a few times in the past.

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!

[highflyin]

In case you didn't notice, Amigo, I'm the one calling the shots here.

[ 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. ]

[thatcatfrom101]

[ Roy doesn't exactly have it in him to act all tough and start demanding he be let out of the truck when his stomach is doing flip flops from all the swerving.

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.

[highflyin]

[ Trevor actually seems to be considering this for a second. Or at least he pauses and scratches his chin at the idea. ]

Naw, I don't feel like visiting the mountains today. Unless that's what you're into?

[thatcatfrom101]

...No. I'm good.

[ 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. ]

[highflyin]

Man... You know what you are? You are no fun. No fun at all. God, why did i have to pick up such a fuckin killjoy?

[ He slows down a little bit, he's going maybe 50 now, still well above the 35 limit. ]

Is that better, sissy boy?

[thatcatfrom101]

[A lot better, but that sissy boy comment offends him way more than it should.]

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.]