Why Should I Worry?

Jack Dawkins, they call me Dodger, I'm 20. I do what I want, and take what's there, just the rules of street savoire fair. I'm here because apparently my problem with authority is well..a problem. I don't see it though. ((Disney Asylum RP))

[streetsavoirefair]

OOC: I miss Dodger and rping him so much...I’ve thought of taking him independent. I miss the group and the people there that I got so close to. If you still see this I hope you’re all doing amazing. 

[streetsavoirefair]

OOC: Just wanted to apologize for not being around, my work has been ridiculous, especially with making me work on Saturday’s for the dang football games Alabama thrives off of, then my internet decided to crap out and I lost a few logins that I’m slowly recovering. I have also had some personal stuff going on that I’ve had to take time to deal with including being out of my Prozac for a bit that set me back a ways. I am hoping after the end of this week I can get back on normally and have my logins that got lost input back onto here. 

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

“Yeah but he’s got like, an army of children of the corn or some shit,” Dodger replied, rubbing the left over sleep in his eyes out with the palm of his hand, “I am not, I don’t get scared, but you might,” he gave her a teasing smirk.

“Why would I get scared?” Felicia gave him a look, ducking further into the couch. “This is my favorite movie.” She said, quieting down as the movie began. 

[streetsavoirefair]

“I dunno,” He added, shrugging, giving her a small smirk, before turning his attention to the screen when it started up. He continued to watch her out of the corner of his eye, simply to see her reactions.

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

“That’s like, with the creepy kids and stuff right?” Dodger asked, finishing off what was left in the mug and settling into the couch, “I haven’t seen it in awhile, so I can’t remember,” he watched the screen come alive as it came ‘on, pulling a leg under him and letting the other hang off the side of the seat.

“It’s the one with the creepy ass guy in the picture and the videos of the deaths that are called happy go-lucky shit.” Felicia looked over at Dodger and shook her head, “You’re gonna be scared.”

[streetsavoirefair]

“Yeah but he’s got like, an army of children of the corn or some shit,” Dodger replied, rubbing the left over sleep in his eyes out with the palm of his hand, “I am not, I don’t get scared, but you might,” he gave her a teasing smirk.

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

“Hey, one day you will have to put up with me and my baseball okay?” he said, “It’s in my blood, like, encoded somewhere with the Billy Joel god,” Dodger laughed. “I dunno what they got down there,” he nodded his head towards the little cubby of movies that seemed to either have a lot or less depending on when someone came into the rec room.

“But today is not that day.” Felicia stood and headed over to check out the movies. “Something scary? I’m not feeling the dumbass car chases or–Ooh! They have Sinister. I’m putting it on.” Felicia set it up and hopped back on the couch, this time, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest.

[streetsavoirefair]

“That’s like, with the creepy kids and stuff right?” Dodger asked, finishing off what was left in the mug and settling into the couch, “I haven’t seen it in awhile, so I can’t remember,” he watched the screen come alive as it came on, pulling a leg under him and letting the other hang off the side of the seat.

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

“Well shit now you made it dirty,” he said, pulling his knees up on the couch with him, and turning so he faced her, back to the arm of the couch, “I dunno, I might just nap here again, yell at the television to give me the game or somethin’. See if the movies in here are still terrible,”

“You know I like it dirty.” Felicia rolled her eyes, leaning against the other arm of the couch, facing Dodger. “You’re stealing my plans for the day. What the hell, dude?” Felicia let her legs stretch onto Dodger’s. “Put something good on. And I swear if you put any sport I’m coming over there and fucking you up.”

[streetsavoirefair]

“Hey, one day you will have to put up with me and my baseball okay?” he said, “It’s in my blood, like, encoded somewhere with the Billy Joel god,” Dodger laughed. “I dunno what they got down there,” he nodded his head towards the little cubby of movies that seemed to either have a lot or less depending on when someone came into the rec room.

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

“I bet,” he commented, watching her, clearly amused, tapping a bit on the side of the mug with his pointer finger, a habit he picked up when he needed to keep them busy, “What’s your plans?” he asked in return.

“Go to her, Dodge. I see your fingers aching to fiddle her.” Felicia sat up, trying not to laugh. “My plans? Well if you leave, I’m definitely taking over the couch. Unless you got something else to tempt me with.”

[streetsavoirefair]

“Well shit now you made it dirty,” he said, pulling his knees up on the couch with him, and turning so he faced her, back to the arm of the couch, “I dunno, I might just nap here again, yell at the television to give me the game or somethin’. See if the movies in here are still terrible,”

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

“Mmm, nothin’,” he said, dragging the mmm out in a mock tone of thinking, “Thought of gettin’ outta here for a bit, find a bar, somethin’,” he shrugged. “Visitin’ my lady in the music room,”

“Oh, don’t talk about her in front of me. You know how jealous I get. Being a mistress is so tiring.” Felicia put her hand to her forehead and feigned jealousy.

[streetsavoirefair]

“I bet,” he commented, watching her, clearly amused, tapping a bit on the side of the mug with his pointer finger, a habit he picked up when he needed to keep them busy, “What’s your plans?” he asked in return.

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

He just started laughing, “I was messin’ with you, promise,” he said, leaning forward so his arms rested on his knees, looking back up at her, “No impulse control apparently, comes with the territory,” he broke into a wide grin before chuckling.

“You’re still a brat.” Felicia shifted comfortably on Dodger, looking up at him. “What are you doing today, other than wasting it away on the couch?”

[streetsavoirefair]

“Mmm, nothin’,” he said, dragging the mmm out in a mock tone of thinking, “Thought of gettin’ outta here for a bit, find a bar, somethin’,” he shrugged. “Visitin’ my lady in the music room,”

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

Dodger leaned forward and breathed directly on her nose when she laid on his lap, “Sorry what about my breath?” he asked, taking a drink from the mug with a satisfied look on his face.

“Dodge! Why are you so gross?” Felicia scrunched her nose up and turned onto her side, “I’m being perfectly nice to you and this is my thanks?”

[streetsavoirefair]

He just started laughing, “I was messin’ with you, promise,” he said, leaning forward so his arms rested on his knees, looking back up at her, “No impulse control apparently, comes with the territory,” he broke into a wide grin before chuckling.

[streetsavoirefair]

“Oh my god, stop yawning on me and take my coffee already.” Felicia laid down on his lap after handing him the mug. “Plus you have bad breath.” Felicia tried to hide a light blush.

Dodger leaned forward and breathed directly on her nose when she laid on his lap, “Sorry what about my breath?” he asked, taking a drink from the mug with a satisfied look on his face.

[streetsavoirefair]

“No. There’s no coffee.” Felicia took a deep sip of her mug (which in fact did have coffee in it). “All the coffee in the world has actually vanished while you were taking a little catnap.” Felicia sat on the couch beside him. “It’s a real shame. But people have started rioting, and that’s been fun to watch.”

“Uh-huh,” Dodger eyed the cup with a small smirk, “Probably because you got the last cup in existence, better watch out, they might riot and tear the doors down,” he yawned a bit, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes to work the sleep out, “Or is it the last cup?

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

He nodded, “Alright then, I think I can manage that,” he raised an eyebrow after a small span of silence, “So…do ya need someone to go with you Friday? Like…moral support or somethin’?

“You’re getting me food and offering moral support. You alright, scruff?”

[streetsavoirefair]

“What I can’t be nice?” Dodger replied, holding his hands up in defense of himself, “I’m not always a pain in the ass,”

[streetsavoirefair]

Dodger had ended up in the rec room rather early, and before he knew it he’d fallen asleep on one of the sofas, the smell of coffee stirring him a little and then a sudden jolt when his half asleep mind didn’t register where he was right off, “Mmm...” he sat up, the blurred figure of whoever had come in starting to clear up, “Sup?” he mumbled, running a hand through his dark hair, “I smell coffee?”

[bachelorettenumberthree]

“I swear this day couldn’t get any more beautiful, or annoying, really.” Ursula said to no one in particular as she stood outside of the Clubhouse taking a puff from her pipe. 

[streetsavoirefair]

“Sunshine and flowers not you’re type?” Dodger asked.

[feliciarider]

streetsavoirefair:

“I owe you lobster?” he repeated, “Fine then, when and where?”

“Yup. And steak.” Felicia smiled, “Tomorrow after the guards do their switch. We can head out and you can buy me all the good food.” Hesitating, Felicia continued. “I get the test results back on Friday. So, I’d like to spend the time until then kinda fuckin’ around and doing the normal shit.”

[streetsavoirefair]

He nodded, “Alright then, I think I can manage that,” he raised an eyebrow after a small span of silence, “So...do ya need someone to go with you Friday? Like...moral support or somethin’?

[streetsavoirefair]

“You owe me lobster.”

“I owe you lobster?” he repeated, “Fine then, when and where?”