#limo lord

[protreasonprotag]

"BONJALOHA MR. CHILTON!"

There were many ways to express hackles being raised in human beings. In Mike’s case, it was lowering his head so the coat collar covered his neck completely.

‘Great. This guy...’

He turned on his heel to face the other. Anyone else, he wouldn’t feel much inclined to do so. But over the years, he learned it best to never have your back face the Duke for too long.

‘Is there something I can help you with? Or is this another trouble-outing?’

His bet was on the latter. Since when did the Duke ever actually need his help when it wasn’t beneficial to him directly. The spindly other seemed to make it a game of meddling in the affairs of everyone in the city at least once a week. It was probably Mike’s turn.

[crxxkxd-angel-blog]

                                            ღ -- @limo-lord -- ღ

How did the Duke find them? How did the Duke find them. How did the DUKE. Find THEM?? 

Needless to say, they were confused, and it most likely showed on their face as their mind raced.

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Not that being approached in a shop was very new, per say, but the Duke in a place like this? All they wanted was a quick meal then some sleep. In the Duke’s junkyards. Angel liked sleeping there, it was peaceful. 

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Angel liked peaceful, it was nice. It meant that they were okay for yet another day. It gave them peace.

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The duke on the other hand wasn’t a very peaceful person. Always loud and moving, he had to have control over a situation. Never say no to the Duke unless you wanted his anger. 

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And he had asked Angel a question. Something to do with a drink, and Angel didn’t drink. They couldn’t in Deluxe, and so their alcohol tolerance was so low that they had a single sip of beer and felt warm. Not to mention they were incredibly skinny, so it’s not like they had much for the alcohol to disperse to. Was he talking about alcohol? Was he talking about something else?

So why was he--

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OH. OH. OH GOD.

Angel blinked, pulled from their rapid-fire thoughts (really, all that had taken about five seconds) and was left baffled and scared. Wide-eyed, Angel seemed to grow so tense you could reach out and poke them and they’d end up twanging like a guitar string.

But... You do NOT say no to the Duke. That’s asking for trouble. 

Angel hated trouble. 

“I, uh-- I-I g-gu-- Uh yes? Sure?” Wild eyed Angel looked around, hoping for help. Babs had quietly shook her head and there was nobody else Angel knew. Angel fiddled with their fingers, a nervous habit of theirs, as they tried not to stutter too much, and replied with a strained smile. “I’m s-sorry, that t-took me for surprise. I’d -- uh! I’d love to!”

Angel, at this point, was praying to every god ever created and then some that the Duke wouldn’t know that they were almost too nervous to speak. That they were so nervous they were practically vibrating. That they were already looking for a way out. 

Please don’t let him notice...

[microsuedemouse]

"No motorcity head canons and feels about ME!?"

well, you see, Duke, I thought you would appreciate having all my thoughts about you somewhere else on their own, instead of mixed in with things about the Burners where they may not shine like they should

[redbuddi]

limo-lord asked you:

"Hm? What is this? And why should you be worthy of MY time?"

Roxie couldn't believe the figure of awesomeness that had addressed her.

She then realized that she hadn't said anything yet. Crap. She was not about to let this guy beat her in awesomeness.

"Dunno. Why should you be worthy of my time?" Roxie retorted.

[redbuddi]

limo-lord started following you

Roxie gazed in wonder at the man that stood before her.

Sparkling medals, microphone holders, a track suit that just screamed 1980's?

Surely this man is a true embodiment of awesomeness. Roxie has finally met her match.

[motorcitymutt-blog]

In which Babs follows Mikearound all day in order to get pictures where he looks surprsingly hot and halfanked.

     It was pretty much your average morning at the garage... 'morning' being around two in the afternoon.  Save for Texas, all of the Burners were late wakers, all gathered around the single pot of coffee.  Mike and Dutch were pretty much comatose, drowning out Texas's ranting as Chuck went through the different sources of information on the internet finding signs of Kane or his bots...

     All normal until Chuck forcefully covered his mouth, attempting to keep himself from spitting out his damn coffee.

     On one of the standard sources, one that he knew was ran by a certain Duke's assistant, he found pictures, a whole gallery full of different images ranging from Mike in the rain to Mike washing and tuning Mutt to even peeks of him when they would sneak time at the Lake during the summer.

     The leader's eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his head once he looked over to see what the blonde had been whining and blushing at.  Before he could even get the words "We're heading over to the Duke's to find out what's going on--" He heard a little bleep, having gotten a personal e-mail right then and there.

     I'm only giving the people what they want.

     Mike was sure to look over his shoulder more after that.

[motorcitymutt-blog]

Replies Listings // 11/10/12

The Lost Leading the Lost // Artificialhound 

Not today, PLEASE. // Limo-Lord

The Future in the Present // TrollsoftheZodiac (Older!Darius)

The Herbivore Type // Motorcitythumper

Sibling Shenanigans // Askfem-Mike

First Time On Alternia // gummi-chemist

Still owe:

Here in Error // Sirsmilingdragon

To See the Stars // The-Blonde-Blunder

[motorcitymutt-blog]

Not today, PLEASE. // Mike & Duke

limo-lord started following you

To say Mike had not been sleeping well would be a vast understatement.  Ever since the incident during Halloween night, he had downright refused to sleep, simply due to the fact that he was paranoid that the Terras would somehow come back and gas him again, leave him vulnerable again.

The brunet was basically running on coffee and the will to keep Motorcity safe.  He was clearing his head with a drive in Mutt, windows rolled down so that the cool breeze would help keep him awake.

But everything came to a halt when he was rammed again.  He screamed out his usual annoyances about his paint job being messed with, and screeched to a stop as the easily recognized limo cut him off.  Again.

The look of disdain was obvious as he leaned out of the window, watching the usual spectacle that came when the Duke wanted to introduce himself.

Great.... What did I do this time?