Post by Koco on Dec 5, 2009 12:28:46 GMT -5
Vincenzo is parked at a gas station.
Vincenzo is on his way to Whispering Rock for a job.
Vincenzo pinches the bridge of his nose and kicks the gas tank. "Fill already, FILL, DAMN YOU!"
Luzige comes out of gas station store, sipping a diet soda quietly and listening to fallout boy on MP3
Vincenzo 's face starts to turn red with frustration. "AHHHHH---....."
Vincenzo spots Luzige.
Vincenzo: What. The. Hell.
Luzige: *sips*.....? *spots someone staring at him and takes out earbud* Um......can I help you?
Vincenzo: ....What....Wha--?
Vincenzo shrugs. "You know what, I don't care anymore."
Vincenzo gets in his truck. "Where are you heading and what are you doing here?"
Luzige: Oh, I just came to get a drink, heading towards this place, Nebraska, good corn this time of year *antennae twitch*
Vincenzo shakes his head. "I see. Look... what ARE yo--oh what the hell, get in the truck and let's go somewhere for all I care. I need company anyway."
Luzige: Hm.....well alright then, if you offer it *heads in, barely squeezing into the shotgun spot*
Vincenzo undoes the gas pump and and shuts his truck door.
Vincenzo starts the engine. "Is there food where you're going?"
Luzige: Of course! No other reason I'd be going if there was not *tucks legs up against him* I am called Luzige, and you?
Vincenzo: Vincenzo. That is prounounced Vin-CHEN-zo by the way, and do NOT get that wrong.
Luzige thinks that'll be impossible for him to pronounce "So, where is this place you are heading eh?"
Vincenzo frowns. "A blasted summer camp, that's what. Can you BELIEVE it? Me, at my age, working at a childrens summer camp. The very IDEA is---" *SLAMS ON THE BREAK* "DEAR GOD, STUPID ANIMAL. GET OUTTA HERE! OUT!" *sticks his head out the window* I HATE YOU, RACCOON! I HATE-HATE-HATE YOU!"
Luzige: I suppose tha-*nearly jumps back at his reaction*.....Um....
*desperately hopes he didn't get into a psychos car*
Vincenzo takes a few deep breaths, turns his engine on, and clears his throat. "Sorry, sorry."
Vincenzo continues driving.
Luzige: .............Should I be asking? O_____O
Vincenzo narrows his eyes. "It jumped in front of my truck."
Luzige: I.....I is understanding of that.....but did you have to be yelling at it like that....?
Vincenzo gives Luzige a look that says "Shut up or I'll kill you."
Luzige scooches away from him as much as he can "Um.....right then..."
Vincenzo nods and continues driving. "Just tell me where we stop and eat."
Luzige: Of course.....so this summer camp, it is...for what exactly?
Vincenzo: Psychics. I'mma freakin' psychic.
Vincenzo seems bothered by this.
Luzige: :0 you mean like the....*tries to think of it* Like the people on the TV who see dead peoples?
Vincenzo rolls his eyes. "Not exactly, but I see how you would get that."
Luzige: Oh? Then what are you able to be doing exactly?
Vincenzo: All psychics are different in some way.
Vincenzo: I....
Vincenzo facepalms. "I read tea leaves and coffee grinds."
Luzige: .....80 *finds this fascinating*
Vincenzo is on his way to Whispering Rock for a job.
Vincenzo pinches the bridge of his nose and kicks the gas tank. "Fill already, FILL, DAMN YOU!"
Luzige comes out of gas station store, sipping a diet soda quietly and listening to fallout boy on MP3
Vincenzo 's face starts to turn red with frustration. "AHHHHH---....."
Vincenzo spots Luzige.
Vincenzo: What. The. Hell.
Luzige: *sips*.....? *spots someone staring at him and takes out earbud* Um......can I help you?
Vincenzo: ....What....Wha--?
Vincenzo shrugs. "You know what, I don't care anymore."
Vincenzo gets in his truck. "Where are you heading and what are you doing here?"
Luzige: Oh, I just came to get a drink, heading towards this place, Nebraska, good corn this time of year *antennae twitch*
Vincenzo shakes his head. "I see. Look... what ARE yo--oh what the hell, get in the truck and let's go somewhere for all I care. I need company anyway."
Luzige: Hm.....well alright then, if you offer it *heads in, barely squeezing into the shotgun spot*
Vincenzo undoes the gas pump and and shuts his truck door.
Vincenzo starts the engine. "Is there food where you're going?"
Luzige: Of course! No other reason I'd be going if there was not *tucks legs up against him* I am called Luzige, and you?
Vincenzo: Vincenzo. That is prounounced Vin-CHEN-zo by the way, and do NOT get that wrong.
Luzige thinks that'll be impossible for him to pronounce "So, where is this place you are heading eh?"
Vincenzo frowns. "A blasted summer camp, that's what. Can you BELIEVE it? Me, at my age, working at a childrens summer camp. The very IDEA is---" *SLAMS ON THE BREAK* "DEAR GOD, STUPID ANIMAL. GET OUTTA HERE! OUT!" *sticks his head out the window* I HATE YOU, RACCOON! I HATE-HATE-HATE YOU!"
Luzige: I suppose tha-*nearly jumps back at his reaction*.....Um....
*desperately hopes he didn't get into a psychos car*Vincenzo takes a few deep breaths, turns his engine on, and clears his throat. "Sorry, sorry."
Vincenzo continues driving.
Luzige: .............Should I be asking? O_____O
Vincenzo narrows his eyes. "It jumped in front of my truck."
Luzige: I.....I is understanding of that.....but did you have to be yelling at it like that....?
Vincenzo gives Luzige a look that says "Shut up or I'll kill you."
Luzige scooches away from him as much as he can "Um.....right then..."
Vincenzo nods and continues driving. "Just tell me where we stop and eat."
Luzige: Of course.....so this summer camp, it is...for what exactly?
Vincenzo: Psychics. I'mma freakin' psychic.
Vincenzo seems bothered by this.
Luzige: :0 you mean like the....*tries to think of it* Like the people on the TV who see dead peoples?
Vincenzo rolls his eyes. "Not exactly, but I see how you would get that."
Luzige: Oh? Then what are you able to be doing exactly?
Vincenzo: All psychics are different in some way.
Vincenzo: I....
Vincenzo facepalms. "I read tea leaves and coffee grinds."
Luzige: .....80 *finds this fascinating*