Legacies: (i got the) Same Ol'blues (S3 vs DZ)
Apr 10, 2024 20:35:36 GMT -5
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Post by SŁªM³ on Apr 10, 2024 20:35:36 GMT -5
...Australia…
David sat on the seat of his motorcycle, it was fresh piss hot in the down under and David was already sun baked but his whatever quarter Native American heritage had rolled over into a dark tan. His thick head of mullet was soaked and plastered to his head with fresh beads coasting to their enviable deaths from his chicken scratch face stubble. It was already an hour past the time his Daddy had told him to meet him…but another bike roared in the wave of heat on the pavement. Slam 2 came to a rolling stop, grinning behind coked out eyes.
Slam3: ”damn daddy took you long enough! I'm bakin’ like a dog turd out here…”
Slam2: ”Quit yer bitchin’ pussy…you got a problem and I got a problem, Donzig is back.”
Slam3: ”Yeah, I've seen. How is that a problem? Isn't that the job?”
Slam2: ”Yeah smartass but that fuckin’ kid! Kasp done up and enlisted in the fucking Network Rumble…”
David shrugs.
Slam3: ”She aims high…women's suffrage and all that shit..”
Slam 2 climbs off his bike and snatches David off his bike, slapping him once or twice.
Slam2: ”What's your job?!”
Slam3: ”What the hell! Wh-what?”
Slam2: ”Foil Donzig at all costs, keep him distracted from your sister! Anything you gotta do…do it…she's in that rumble too and so is he…and you gotta match with him in Melbourne. ”
Slam 2 said nonchalantly pushing David away from him.
Slam3: ”...just me and him?”
Slam2: ”Um…yes…but this could be your chance to confront the at he root!”
Slam3: ”What…the fuck?! That guy is insane! He's pissed as hell!”
Slam2: ”Um yeah, he's a little more gloomy and doomy than usual..”
Slam3: ”Hates our family!”
Slam2: ”Loathes'em…”
Slam3: ”He'll kill me!”
Slam 2 shrugs, slowly disputing some internal battle of the validity of his boy's statement.
Slam2: ”naaaaaa ... .ehhhh…wwww…no, he said we were roaches, Slams never die but if you wanna church that up David look at the Slams more like a hydra! Cut off one head and two more spring forth! Donzig may be the creature of the Void but we are God damn hydras! Slams! He doesn't even have a last name!!”
David finally sighs and rubs between his eyes.
Slam3: ”Fuck it, fine, fine…I'll do it.”
Slam 2 claps David on the back, a wolf-like grin on his face.
Slam2: ”That's the spirit! My boy, you'll make a fine Slam yet because duty and diligence and perseverance and all good things that make a Slam a Slam…”
Slam3: ”When I get murdered…you better tell Kasper the truth…so she'll have the sense to be ready for Donzig…”
Slam2: ”Don't you fucking worry about me David...protect your sister and Donzig nor Kasper will be none the wiser…for the Empire…”
Slam 2 brushed by his son with a stiff shoulder heading toward his bike, David mumbles a weak ‘...yeah for the Empire’, but does nothing else to confront his Father. Slam 2 fires up his bike and rides off with a finger flipped at David.
