two dogs named rhythm & blues

hold 'em and tell 'em they'll burn like stars. danger days rp.

[deadchildstars]

Oh, Rocket...!

[cityrunaways-blog]

Cally didn’t back down. That was good, it meant that she was confident about her business and had hopefully nothing to hide. Rocket acknowledged it with a short nod and another crooked smile. She had to admit that she had begun to really like that woman.

«Good,» she said firmly and put one dirty brown boot on the van and grabbed the part of the gear that was closest to her. It was suprisingly heavy and made a loud creaking noise when Rocket pulled it in her direction. She wouldn’t be strong enough to carry this on her own.

«Hey,» she turned to Cally again, not letting go of the metal bar in her hands. «Are you gonna help or not?»

[deadchildstars]

Cally watched for a little while, letting Rocket attempt to maneuver the equipment out of the van on her own. "It's hea--" Her warning was already cut off by the request for help, and the woman snorted in response. "Mmm, b'tween you and me, it'll be cherry pie." She rolled up the sleeves on her jacket and stepped forward, climbing into the van so that she could grab the light from the other side.

"Where're we goin' with it, darlin'?" She asked, painted eyes watching Rocket from the dimness inside of the vehicle.

[gh-05-t]

[deadchildstars]

Oh, Rocket...!

[cityrunaways-blog]

Short hesitation. The girl shot one more glance at the gear in the van and another one at Cally. Would Miss Souvereign deceive her? Yes, definitely. She was a businesswoman. But would Miss Souvereign deceive her now? No. One must not slaughter the cow that one wishes to milk and Cally probably wasn’t a haggler.

«’S alright,» she said and shrugged nonchalantly. «And if it doesn’t work, I know that I’ll have to complain to you.»

Rocket perked her eyebrows a little and looked Cally square in the eyes. She didn’t intend to threaten or intimidate her, but in the past two years she had painfully learned that no one takes you seriously if you don’t earn your respect. And for a seventeen-year-old girl that meant acting like the cold musclehead she certainly wasn’t.

[deadchildstars]

Cally caught the girl's stare, returning it with her own cool blues, partially obscured by the fake eyelashes she wore. "I'm sure you won't be complaining, Rocket darling."

The woman was quite used to Killjoys trying to shake her down, haggle, or just generally put up a cool front, if only to try and give off an impression. It was the same thing with everyone the Stars did business with, everyone building up this no-bullshit attitude. It was starting to get dull to Calendar Girl, especially when they never fumbled a trade. Especially when they had back up from Pony and the agents. It was all a complex system that some of even the most famous of Killjoys knew very little about. No, to them,  good things just came out of mysterious places and could be bought for the right prices.

[deadchildstars]

Oh, Rocket...!

[cityrunaways-blog]

The way Cally talked made the the serious look on her face vanish and a short smile flitted over her face. Even though Rocket didn’t know a lot about her, she had to admit that she was somehow fascinated by the way that woman acted and dressed and talked; she would have almost thought about something like an aura, but she didn’t believe in absurd stuff like that. But that whole appearance… it just matched Cally.

«Sounds good. By the way, I assume everything ya got me is fully functional? I gotta ask this, it’s not like I’m putting your integrity into question, I don’t mind kinks, as long as the rest works,» she said as she looked Cally over again.

She somehow reminded her of the newscasters back in the City, the ones with acid smiles, perfection that made her want to vomit, but not in an entirely bad way. Cally, Cally seemed to be what those people must have been at some point before they had sold themselves to lies and white suits and glass towers. An arcane riddle Rocket couldn’t solve yet, no matter how much she tried.

[deadchildstars]

"Mm, well this ain't really our line of expertise," Cally admitted, letting out a full, loud laugh. "But I tested it as good as I know, if ya wanna hook it all together b'fore Ted and I hit the pavement, that's up t'you."

The woman shrugged, placing her messily manicured hands on her hips, cinching the fabric of her flimsy yellow dress. She looked to Rocket, ruby red lips pursed. "I mean, I stand behind my products," she assured. "S'why I'm confident... and offerin' the test." This last part was explained quickly, as an afterthought and it brought another laugh bubbling back up from her slender throat.

[cristiandcasares]

[musicalmuse]

Visit Original Link

[deadchildstars]

But a scrub is checkin' me But his game is kinda weak And I know that he cannot approach me Cuz I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash Can't get with no deadbeat ass

[deadchildstars]

Oh, Rocket...!

[cityrunaways-blog]

The oldest person Rocket had ever met in the Zones was either Coffin or that guy selling car batteries in inner Five, and both of them had to be somewhere in their fourties. But this man, Ted, was probably at least ten to twenty years older than them. And none of them was wearing giant headphones. She hadn’t expected Cally to come alone, but she was still a bit suprised to meet the man they had talked about earlier.

  She stood still and scroutinized the stranger for an amount of time most other people would have understood as rude or insolent, but it was her way of acknowledge someone’s presence. Then she turned away and applied her attention again to Cally and to the door she was opening.

«… Wow, I didn’t think you’d really make it.»

She had actually gotten everything Rocket had asked for, and as far as the girl could see, everything was in almost pristine condition. It was indeed amazing.

«Yeah, let’s just put it in the shadow. Where did ya get this?», she said, nodding in the direction of the equipment.

[deadchildstars]

"Now, now... Don't ask where blessin's come from, honey."

Cally just winked and beckoned Rocket closer with a long-nailed hand, she was wearing some salmon pink nailpolish that was badly chipped around the edges of her nails. Calendar Girl looked like some fading glamour queen, with her dirty dress, flouncy curls and half-ass makeup job, but it suited her in a way. Somehow, she still looked kind of gorgeous.

"How's about I grab one end and you do yer part and grab the rest? If you wanna wait to get it in the train car, then that's all fine and dandy with me."

[deadchildstars]

Private to Vico

[call-me-vico]

Same to you. Maybe I’ll see you around the Cross sometime?

[deadchildstars]

Oh. Hardly. They come to me, I don't go there.

But, you've got my frequency, little boy. You can call me anytime-- let's say 20% off for a cute little city boy.

[deadchildstars]

Private to Vico

[deadchildstars]

As long as the parts get to Danny, I’m smilin’. If Red can’t do the job, you call me. I don’t work for Red and he’s not paying… I guess I’m on Danny’s side, just like you.

[call-me-vico]

All right. I’ll put a transmission through if we need transport other than him. Here’s to your ‘friends’ in the labs.

[deadchildstars]

They'll be waitin' for you outside the door, sweetheart.

/SIGH/ It's too bad I won't be seeing you, you sound like you've got a cute face.

[deadchildstars]

Private to Vico

[call-me-vico]

All right. If you say so. Do I need to get back in contact with you, or just get the parts back to the desert with Red? Because I don’t know if he’ll be able to go anywhere on his own once he’s out.

[deadchildstars]

As long as the parts get to Danny, I'm smilin'. If Red can't do the job, you call me. I don't work for Red and he's not paying... I guess I'm on Danny's side, just like you.

[deadchildstars]

Private to Vico

[call-me-vico]

Sure, I can get in, but depending on how much you need I don’t know how I’m getting out.

[deadchildstars]

Don't worry, I've got you covered. I have friends in most places; you'll be perfectly safe. ♥

[deadchildstars]

Private to Vico

[call-me-vico]

I’m on Dannyboy’s side, anyway, and I guess that means I’m going through you. Red’s busy getting blood all over my apartment so I need to know what exactly I’m stealing for you. And where. And how. Red was… really unspecific.

[deadchildstars]

Ugh...

This is why I only work with the regular crowd. Can't trust any of these unreliables. Do you have access to the City labs, little boy? I need you to get into Robotics on the sixth level... A list of parts to follow~ ♥ ♥

[deadchildstars]

Private to Vico

Pfft. That Red... Blew me off like he doesn't know what he's missing.

Oh well. Ahem. Vico? Hello... This is Calendar Girl. I heard you was on our side, cowboy.

[deadchildstars]

Oh, Rocket...!

[cityrunaways-blog]

Decent parents taught their kids to never approach stranger’s cars on their own to prevent kidnappings. It was not that Rocket’s parents were decen’t in any way concerning raising their daughter - she had realized that pretty early - but Kitten’s mum and dad definitely had done a good job with their boy’s parenting.

But first of all, the girl wasn’t a child anymore and actually she’d never really considered herself as one but more as a short adult for her whole life. Secondly, she had to admit that the kidnapping prevention part came more than two years too late, and finally, she doubted that Cally would mean any harm right now.

She wasn’t sure about it of course, because you could never be sure of that, especially not in the Zones, but her insight into human nature betrayed her only very, very rarely.

She followed the fluttering tail of bright fabric that was disappearing behind the corner of the van but refrained from taking the turn too closely and put her hand on the grip of the ray gun with the tiger pattern that was stripped to her thight. Better save than sorry.

[deadchildstars]

Rocket was right to put up the defensive, right to employ the old standby of being wary around strangers. It was true that Calendar Girl meant Rocket no harm, but that didn't mean she was someone to be trusted. Cally had her own muddled past and a tendency to treat most people (aside from Ted) quite poorly. The only real way to captivate her interest or affection was with the right amount of cash or trade-- she valued people only by what they could pay.

As they rounded to the driver's side, Rocket would see an older man, possibly in his sixties sitting at the wheel. Whatever his age was, he definitely looked older than most Zone dwellers, but sometimes age was a difficult thing to discern when there were so many drug addicts shambling through the sand. Certain drugs made you age beyond your years, simply from the negative effects they took on the body. The man was reclining in the driver's seat, a pair of large headphones covering his ears and a roll of something smoking dangling from his lips,

"Rocket, honey. That's Ted. Leave him be, though. He's got his music in. Now wait a hot minute while I get the van open."

Cally glanced over her shoulder, then approached the side of the van, opening the sliding door and then stepping back. There it was, all the equipment Rocket had asked for.

"Ta-da~ Y'think between the two of us, we can lift it out?"

[deadchildstars]

Oh, Rocket...!

[cityrunaways-blog]

The quiet shrieking noise of the door made Rocket drop the forceps in her hands into a metal bowl with a clear liquid that made her head hurt if she smelled at it too much. With another quick movement she took of the rimless glasses she wore when she was working, and she didn’t want anyone to know she needed them anyway. «Fine. Finish this later», she grunted under her breath, wiping her wet hands on her ripped skinny jeans. The girl leaped to her feet and turned off the office lamp irradiating dazzling white light, leaving the car in light that seemed somewhat dim for her blue eyes after staring into the glaring light.

Rocket gave the woman standing at the entrance of the the once-over and filed her under ”sovereign” for the time being. «Hi Cally, great ya could drop by. I’ll help you with unloading the kit.»

[deadchildstars]

"Sounds like a plan," Cally replied, a smile on her glossy lips. She took in Rocket's appearance and then nodded to herself, as if she approved, before hopping out of the car the same way she'd come, waiting for the smaller woman to follow. Cally was armed, just like any other respectable Killjoy, Drac, or even neutral trader, but she seemed comfortable enough to turn her back to Kitten, long sandy brown curls flouncing behind her as she lead the way back to the van. She wore a simple summer dress, bright yellow in colour and cut short above the knees along with a denim jacket over top-- most likely to protect her shoulders from the sun. Whatever weapon she might have carried was concealed from view.

[bloodredecho]

Holy’s busy. He’ll have time t’talk later.

I need yer help. 

[deadchildstars]

Hmm...

...

Fine, but only because my little boy is asking.

Where are we headed? Inside?

[bloodredecho]

Err—…. Cally, right? Holy sent me after ya.

[deadchildstars]

Oh.

Holy, sent you? He couldn't talk to me himself...?

Oh, wait. You must be Red. What can we do for you, sweetheart?