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maskormenacelogs2014-04-27 11:59 pm
sleuthy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-04-27 11:59 pm
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WHO: veronica mars ( sleuthy ) and nick burkhardt ( connate ).
WHERE: ON THE ROAD.
WHEN: backdated to early april.
WHAT: killer tracking, selfies, etc.
WARNINGS: discussion of gore, probably.
[ More than anything, Veronica just wants to get going. People might call her marshmallow, but if she can help it — given the wide array of sweet treat options available — she'll be the toughest goddamn cookie in the bakery. And that means hunting down the bad guys, even when they could slice and dice you six ways to Sunday. Maybe part of her drive still stems from the unrighted wrongs in her own life, but this — this is largely about the harm someone is causing others. Nobody should be hurt like she was. Nobody should lose their family or their friends or themselves to some disgusting asshole. Lucifer or not, she won't stand for it.
So, she packed her things a few days ago, and enlisted a somewhat unlikely accomplice. Nick Burkhardt: generally truthful, fairy good-looking, and legally capable of driving a cop car. What more could a girl want on such short notice? ( A guy with super strength and speed, maybe, but nobody's perfect. ) She's already in the station parking lot when Nick shows up to kick-off their roadtrip to hell ( possibly literally ), leaning against the car, keen eyes narrowed and key in hand. As usual, her messenger bag rests on her shoulder, her taser within grabbing distance. She has another bag in the boot, but it's just full of essentials — clothes, some non-perishable snacks, that kind of thing.
Nodding at Nick, she speaks as flippantly as ever, even if there's an underlying edge. ] I'm trying to think of a joke involving "Highway to Hell," but it's just not happening. Clearly I should have brushed up on my AC DC before taking this case.
WHERE: ON THE ROAD.
WHEN: backdated to early april.
WHAT: killer tracking, selfies, etc.
WARNINGS: discussion of gore, probably.
[ More than anything, Veronica just wants to get going. People might call her marshmallow, but if she can help it — given the wide array of sweet treat options available — she'll be the toughest goddamn cookie in the bakery. And that means hunting down the bad guys, even when they could slice and dice you six ways to Sunday. Maybe part of her drive still stems from the unrighted wrongs in her own life, but this — this is largely about the harm someone is causing others. Nobody should be hurt like she was. Nobody should lose their family or their friends or themselves to some disgusting asshole. Lucifer or not, she won't stand for it.
So, she packed her things a few days ago, and enlisted a somewhat unlikely accomplice. Nick Burkhardt: generally truthful, fairy good-looking, and legally capable of driving a cop car. What more could a girl want on such short notice? ( A guy with super strength and speed, maybe, but nobody's perfect. ) She's already in the station parking lot when Nick shows up to kick-off their roadtrip to hell ( possibly literally ), leaning against the car, keen eyes narrowed and key in hand. As usual, her messenger bag rests on her shoulder, her taser within grabbing distance. She has another bag in the boot, but it's just full of essentials — clothes, some non-perishable snacks, that kind of thing.
Nodding at Nick, she speaks as flippantly as ever, even if there's an underlying edge. ] I'm trying to think of a joke involving "Highway to Hell," but it's just not happening. Clearly I should have brushed up on my AC DC before taking this case.
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So when Veronica greets him with a bad joke, the smile he offers is genuine. Genuinely amused, sure, but also genuinely glad that whether or not she really gets it, she's already got the routine down. ] Not sure there are enough lyrics to really get a good joke out of it. I think the title's about as good as it gets.
[ He doesn't waste time, stepping past her to the boot of the car to discard his own duffel bag. The door slams shut a second later, then he steps over to her, offering a hand to take the keys. ] Good morning, by the way. I think there's a coffee place on the edge of town if you want to pick up some breakfast on the way out.