Fire Makes it go FASTER! (Team Wood rp)
May 8, 2023 13:10:11 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on May 8, 2023 13:10:11 GMT -5
“Guttertrash” Greg Adkins sits by his car. Well, about ten feet from it. He finishes off a bottle of high proof rum and stuffs a rag into it. He lights the rag on fire and throws the empty molotov cocktail at the car where it shatters and the fire on the rag promptly goes out. There are at least a dozen burnt rags and broken bottles laying around the ramp buggy.
Greg frowns and wipes at his face for a moment before looking at the mud covered ramp buggy with bleary eyes. He gets out another bottle and drinks it before stuffing a dry rag into the neck and lighting it on fire before throwing it at the car. Greg licks his lips and holds out his hands as if expecting to warm them by a nice fire.
He stops rubbing his hands together and looks at them, noticing that they are not reddened by being by a roaring fire.
There is no fire.
Greg Adkins stands up, nearly falling back down to the floor in the process. He walks over and kicks the ramp buggy a few times before noticing that this action didn’t feel good on his foot.
He grabs another bottle of 151 proof rum and pops it open. He takes a swig of it and spit sprays it all onto the car. He begins dumping the booze onto the car, but only for a few seconds before he goes back to gulling the high potency stuff.
He throws the empty bottle at the car, not even bothering to put in a rag that’s on fire this time.
Nothing happens.
Greg Adkins: What the fuck is going on here? I know. Anosher bottle!
Greg drunkenly spins around to get another bottle, but only finds a red bottle where they put the gasoline in it to get the ramp buggy u and down from the truck since it’s not like they can just go to the gas station. He grabs this bottle and takes a swig from it. He shakes his head and lets out a mighty whoop!
Greg Adkins: That shore has done got sum got damned kick!
He takes this container and begins pouring it out onto the ramp buggy, getting it everywhere. He steps back and gets out a cheap zippo lighter as Jack Johnson walks into the garage with lunch. He sniffs the air and looks shocked at Greg.
Jack Johnson: What the fuck you doing, man?
Greg throws the lighter at the car and it goes right up in flames. Greg watches the blaze with a wide grin.
Greg Adkins: I read online that putting fire on a car will make it go faster!
Jack Johnson: You idiot!
Jack pulls Greg back from the car as the fuel cell explodes, knocking them both to the floor.
Greg sits up and pats out the fire on the leg of his pants. He looks at Jack.
Greg Adkins: We’re going to need to buy a new car. Aren’t we?
Jack Johnson: You are. Yes. Asshole.
With that Jack gets up and leaves the room while Greg gets on the phone and calls 911.
Greg Adkins: Hey, there’s ahh a small vehicular fire going on. Maybe you could put it out before the whole garage is destroyed?
Greg frowns and wipes at his face for a moment before looking at the mud covered ramp buggy with bleary eyes. He gets out another bottle and drinks it before stuffing a dry rag into the neck and lighting it on fire before throwing it at the car. Greg licks his lips and holds out his hands as if expecting to warm them by a nice fire.
He stops rubbing his hands together and looks at them, noticing that they are not reddened by being by a roaring fire.
There is no fire.
Greg Adkins stands up, nearly falling back down to the floor in the process. He walks over and kicks the ramp buggy a few times before noticing that this action didn’t feel good on his foot.
He grabs another bottle of 151 proof rum and pops it open. He takes a swig of it and spit sprays it all onto the car. He begins dumping the booze onto the car, but only for a few seconds before he goes back to gulling the high potency stuff.
He throws the empty bottle at the car, not even bothering to put in a rag that’s on fire this time.
Nothing happens.
Greg Adkins: What the fuck is going on here? I know. Anosher bottle!
Greg drunkenly spins around to get another bottle, but only finds a red bottle where they put the gasoline in it to get the ramp buggy u and down from the truck since it’s not like they can just go to the gas station. He grabs this bottle and takes a swig from it. He shakes his head and lets out a mighty whoop!
Greg Adkins: That shore has done got sum got damned kick!
He takes this container and begins pouring it out onto the ramp buggy, getting it everywhere. He steps back and gets out a cheap zippo lighter as Jack Johnson walks into the garage with lunch. He sniffs the air and looks shocked at Greg.
Jack Johnson: What the fuck you doing, man?
Greg throws the lighter at the car and it goes right up in flames. Greg watches the blaze with a wide grin.
Greg Adkins: I read online that putting fire on a car will make it go faster!
Jack Johnson: You idiot!
Jack pulls Greg back from the car as the fuel cell explodes, knocking them both to the floor.
Greg sits up and pats out the fire on the leg of his pants. He looks at Jack.
Greg Adkins: We’re going to need to buy a new car. Aren’t we?
Jack Johnson: You are. Yes. Asshole.
With that Jack gets up and leaves the room while Greg gets on the phone and calls 911.
Greg Adkins: Hey, there’s ahh a small vehicular fire going on. Maybe you could put it out before the whole garage is destroyed?