Traffic Report
Chapter 3
He had a bandana wrapped around his face, and he had bright red hair. I quietly moved my hand to my bright pink ray gun. As he got closer, I noticed his (awesome) Dead Pegasus jacket. I took my hand off my gun. He was a few inches taller than I, but I could tell he was maybe 8 or nine years older.
"Ya know", he started, "I used to work here before Korse took over". I stood there, confused, but let him continue. "That pump was the one I had to fix the most", he said while gesturing at the pump I was holding. "It was always breaking, and I was always fixing it. I even etched my initial on it at some point", he said happily. I smiled at him and put the pump back into the slot.
"What's your story, girl?" he asked. My smile dropped and I looked down at the car keys. "I just want to know what happened to my parents. I've been on my own since 5", I said quietly. He leaned against the car and nodded. "They probably got taken by BL/ind. Brainwashed. Now living in a 'perfect' world".
"You never know", the man said, "maybe they're out there somewhere, trying to find you". I cracked a smile at that thought, and he pulled a thin newspaper out of his back pocket, as well as a small cell phone. "Here, read this. I took it off of a scarecrow near Battery City. Not sure how useful it will be, but maybe it could help somehow". I took the paper and gave him a closer look. "Who are you, anyways?"
"The name's Party Poison", he said with a small grin, "Maybe you've heard of me". I stood there in shock. Party Poison? The leader of the Fabulous Killjoys, the most famed, bad-ass band of Killjoys to ever exist?
I reached through the car window and pulled out my yellow masquerade mask. "Dude, I modeled my mask after you. You're my idol". He chuckled. "I'm flattered" he replied. "I hope you find your parents. Here, let me put my number in your cell phone. If you ever need any help, the Fabulous Killjoys have got your back".
We exchanged numbers, talked a little more, and he shared some awesome stories with me. Then, my friends came out out of the diner. "Gotta go", Poison said, "Attention isn't one of my favorite things. Nice meetin' ya, Diamond", he smile as he turned and walked briskly to his car.
"Who was that"? Acid asked. "I'll tell you later", I answered, and climbed into the back seat. I was tired, and didn't feel like driving back.
"Ya know", he started, "I used to work here before Korse took over". I stood there, confused, but let him continue. "That pump was the one I had to fix the most", he said while gesturing at the pump I was holding. "It was always breaking, and I was always fixing it. I even etched my initial on it at some point", he said happily. I smiled at him and put the pump back into the slot.
"What's your story, girl?" he asked. My smile dropped and I looked down at the car keys. "I just want to know what happened to my parents. I've been on my own since 5", I said quietly. He leaned against the car and nodded. "They probably got taken by BL/ind. Brainwashed. Now living in a 'perfect' world".
"You never know", the man said, "maybe they're out there somewhere, trying to find you". I cracked a smile at that thought, and he pulled a thin newspaper out of his back pocket, as well as a small cell phone. "Here, read this. I took it off of a scarecrow near Battery City. Not sure how useful it will be, but maybe it could help somehow". I took the paper and gave him a closer look. "Who are you, anyways?"
"The name's Party Poison", he said with a small grin, "Maybe you've heard of me". I stood there in shock. Party Poison? The leader of the Fabulous Killjoys, the most famed, bad-ass band of Killjoys to ever exist?
I reached through the car window and pulled out my yellow masquerade mask. "Dude, I modeled my mask after you. You're my idol". He chuckled. "I'm flattered" he replied. "I hope you find your parents. Here, let me put my number in your cell phone. If you ever need any help, the Fabulous Killjoys have got your back".
We exchanged numbers, talked a little more, and he shared some awesome stories with me. Then, my friends came out out of the diner. "Gotta go", Poison said, "Attention isn't one of my favorite things. Nice meetin' ya, Diamond", he smile as he turned and walked briskly to his car.
"Who was that"? Acid asked. "I'll tell you later", I answered, and climbed into the back seat. I was tired, and didn't feel like driving back.
u p d a t e p l e a s e. this is really good. alot better than mine i love it
12/15/13