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maskormenacelogs2018-12-04 09:59 pm
darkov) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-12-04 09:59 pm
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two tiny crime boys
WHO: Boba & Marty
WHERE: MF, the mean streets
WHEN: afternoon o'clock
WHAT: gonna steal a car!!!! for EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES.
WARNINGS: TINY CRIMES but should b fine
Martin Darkov tries his very best at everything he does, but the thing he tries the hardest to excel at is minding his own business and staying out of the way. Much of that is just him by nature, rather than the life he was groomed for in Olvoski; being born and raised anywhere else would've yielded a similarly meek boy. A bit light on the trauma, perhaps, but still just as keen to be harmless and unassuming as much as possible.
Yet no one is perfect, and the fine art of staying in one's lane is not without unexpected bumps or swerves. Sometimes concern or curiosity becomes too strong to ignore, to say nothing of all these repeated notions of having choices in what to do with his time: The number of times he'd been punished for stepping out of line here is far, far smaller than the homeland full of rigorous training and threats of gruesome dismemberment via monster.
It's why, instead of staying on the way back to the house, Martin wound up stopping at the mouth of the near-empty parking lot, ears full of the sounds of...something. Some tinkering. If it were just the sound, though, he'd have carried on and only been somewhat worried of trouble, but he saw legs sticking out from underneath a lone car at rest there, and there was suddenly in him the fear of someone in trouble.
By the time he's carefully stepped over, tilting and straining to peer and what's going on, a face appears and catches him by surprise, making him step backward, blinking.
"Lu-lucky?"
WHERE: MF, the mean streets
WHEN: afternoon o'clock
WHAT: gonna steal a car!!!! for EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES.
WARNINGS: TINY CRIMES but should b fine
Martin Darkov tries his very best at everything he does, but the thing he tries the hardest to excel at is minding his own business and staying out of the way. Much of that is just him by nature, rather than the life he was groomed for in Olvoski; being born and raised anywhere else would've yielded a similarly meek boy. A bit light on the trauma, perhaps, but still just as keen to be harmless and unassuming as much as possible.
Yet no one is perfect, and the fine art of staying in one's lane is not without unexpected bumps or swerves. Sometimes concern or curiosity becomes too strong to ignore, to say nothing of all these repeated notions of having choices in what to do with his time: The number of times he'd been punished for stepping out of line here is far, far smaller than the homeland full of rigorous training and threats of gruesome dismemberment via monster.
It's why, instead of staying on the way back to the house, Martin wound up stopping at the mouth of the near-empty parking lot, ears full of the sounds of...something. Some tinkering. If it were just the sound, though, he'd have carried on and only been somewhat worried of trouble, but he saw legs sticking out from underneath a lone car at rest there, and there was suddenly in him the fear of someone in trouble.
By the time he's carefully stepped over, tilting and straining to peer and what's going on, a face appears and catches him by surprise, making him step backward, blinking.
"Lu-lucky?"
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It sounds reasonable enough. After all, Boba is technically still in the driver’s seat. If Martin looks likely to do anything overly dangerous, he can always grab the wheel or hit the brakes. It doesn’t seem like there’s much that could go wrong that he couldn’t handle.
"Exit the parking lot there," Boba says, pointing, "Then turn right. And always stay on the right side of the road."
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For now, though, puttering out the exit at a pace even senior citizens would find a bit slow proves to be simple enough. albeit an almost close call for one of the side-view mirrors.
Accelerating is still...a trial, however, with Martin not committing to keeping consistent pressure on the thing, recoiling when he feels it's too fast. But...at least "too fast" is becoming less unbearable: it's a side effect of having a long stretch of road to chase after instead of a boxed-in lot.
It might be fun? Martin's not sure; his heart sure is beating quite a lot all the same.
"How far?" he asks at a point. "Should I stop? Or am I going to turn somewhere? Or--"