[open] Shopping Fun

[sinatra]

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The fox gave a heavy sigh of fatigue as he lugged his merchandise farther than he thought he could. Jesse knew that shopping was a bad habit for him, and he was sad about it. I should see a doctor about this, he thought to himself sadly, looking around for some sort of shopping cart. Anything that would hold his bags, really. Some kids were running around, annoying the rest of the packed plaza. And what were they running around with you may ask? Why, a shopping cart of course!

Jesse whimpered, his arms starting to feel the strain of his muscles pulling. He decided on the most evil of evil plans there was and waited, standing in spot now. Soon, he could hear the giggles and laughter of the kids approach again, and with practiced ease, whipped the cart from their flimsy grasps and put his bags in it.

"Let the furs who need it, use it," he said, giving the otter and rhino kids glares. They kicked the ground with their shoes and raced off, doing who knows what. He sighed with relief as his arms relaxed, the muscles starting to feel better without their previous load. "Now then," he commented with a smile, "what store?"

[corrigan]

Atop a big stack of rusty old carrying crates sat a shady looking hyena. The character was leaning back against the wall which supported the crates, cigarette in his mouth and a pair of headphones on his ears. He tapped his foot to the beat of the music while throwing a bottle up and down, skillfully catching it each time gravity pushed it back down. Music was an important thing to him. Firstly it inspired him in his own profession and secondly it kept him from flipping his lid.

Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
Pushing us into self destruction
Pushing us into self destruction

And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow

And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self destruction
And pushing us into self destruction

And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

As the music blasted through his ears, the hyena watched through his mirrored goggles. There were some kids playing on the street below him. Probably poor since they were making due with a shopping cart, but somehow they were still having fun. Enjoying themselves in this shit city when there was so little to be happy about. Maybe it was just their youth blinding them from all the trash, ignorance.

Catching eye of the approaching fennec, he watched as the character fiddled around. Waiting for something or plotting something. The guy could have a few bombs in all those bags of his, looking for the right place to set them down. Although, to the hyena's surprise the character snatched the cart from the kids as they made their round. Dayum that's harsh, he thought, Even for me. He was a bit pissed off now, though he was not about to attract any attention on himself before doing what he came to do.

Jumping down from his perch the contents of his bottle made a splashing sound as he landed. He walked over to the fennec, brute size towering over the cart thief. The smell of gasoline and cigarettes overpowering the air around him. He did not do much, stood there tossing the bottle up and down. With his free hand he withdrew the cigarette from his mouth. "That your cart buddy?" he said, blowing smoke into the fennec's face as he spoke.

((Lyrics are property of Muse. Here's a link if you'd like to hear the song. www.playlist.com/searchbeta/tracks#muse%20showbiz))

[sinatra]

Jesse stretched his arms above his head, getting the feeling that he was being watched and/or following. He squinted his eyes in the outdoor sun, his large fox ears twitching from all of the noise. "Maybe today wasn't the best day to get some new clothes..." he concluded, pushing the cart down the tiled plaza. He scratched at the fur on his arm, then casually looked around. He spotted a rather large spotted hyena sitting on a pile of crates, watching him. He took a deep breath and started walking forward again.

Soon though, he could smell something that usually was associated with drunkards and racers. He quickly turned around, and came face to chest with the hyena he had seen on the crates moments before. He'd be pretty sneaky if he didn't smell so much, he thought to himself, looking up so he could look in the hyena's eyes. When he spoke, Jesse had to turn away, holding paw over his muzzle. The hyena reminded him too much of his father. He instinctively reached back for his Silenced Desert Eagle in the back of his khaki cargo shorts. His open shirt showed his bare frontside, his red-brown fur and creamy white the only thing keeping him relatively warm. "I do believe," he started looking over the large hyena. "The cart is government property, thus nobody can technically own it. But since the kids were using it for an unspecified use, I should and am able to take it for a more necessary use. Got a problem with that?"

[corrigan]

Corrigan was not the sharpest tool in the shed but he was not just brute muscle either. Perhaps he could have had a stand up job if he was not raised in the slums. He was aware that there was a good number of armed furres these days. Concealed weapons were a valuable tool if you wanted to hold onto your life. The way the fennec gestured towards his back signaled that he was probably armed. He sneered at the motion, better make sure the first shot kills me buddy, he thought to himself as the fennec explained himself.

"Pssh, government property? Sounds like some bullshit the Council would feed us low class citizens! Yall just take whatever the hell you want from us, God forbid the lower class children have a speck of fun." he said, flicking the cigarette onto the road. He made no advancements on the fennec. Not about to risk getting shot over some kids instead of the council. "You can ease up on the piece buddy, I got bigger fish to fry! Don't need any unwanted attention before I work my charm on this street."

[sinatra]

Breathing through his nostrils, Jesse somehow managed to remain calm, even after the little sneer that he had recieved from the piece of meat. "From the sound of it, you don't like the council, and neither do I, so we've got at least one thing in common." He looked around carefully, noticing that nobody was looking, or even paying any attention to them. "I was raised in these parts, if not worse. I had one actual outfit for more than half my life, and no heating in my house. I think I'm fine now, and I'm pretty sure those kids could be if they put their hearts to it. So back off!" He was growling quietly now, and jabbed a finger against the behemoth's chest, hoping to at least make him squirm back a meer inch. "And working your charm? The only charm that'll be left if you keep talking to me like you are is what's left of your brains after I shoot your head in from two blocks away with a damned 45! I am not some jag off fur that you can mess around with! I kill to survive, if it comes to it." Narrowing his eyes, he looked as scary as he could, for a fox. "And you're getting pretty close to it..."

[ooc: Hope that's a good enough... anti-chemistry for them!]

[corrigan]

"Hahahaha!" the hyena laughed, catching a few glances in his uproar. As it was, nobody wanted to keep eye contact with the brute for very long. Just pretend that he was not there like most middle and high class citizens. Most of them thought that avoiding eye contact with a potential muggers worked as some sort of repellent. Corrigan was no mugger but the whole treatment pissed him off.

"You got a lot of spunk for a small fry! Don't let that get'cha thrown into the gutter somewhere." he said, wanting to give the fennec a nice hard pat on the shoulder. He did not go for it, but neither did he back up when the fennec poked him. "Though, I Guess you can have all the spunk you want with a gun. Not that hard to pull a trigger compared to beating someone to a living pulp."

The hyena did not back off, however, he turned around to walk away. He was not threatened by the fennec and was not about to show it. If he hadn’t more important things to do, he would have probably tried his luck at pounding in the fennec's pretty little face and possibly taking a bullet in the process. "Word of advice, you might want to get off the streets buddy." with that he vanished into a crowd of people, tossing the bottle up and down as he went.

((OOC: idk probably a crappy post, no muse. I didn't want to stay in your face too long so I broke it up, convo still seems short to me. I guess he'll charge down the street on his bike in a bit))

[sinatra]

Jesse snarled, watching the hyena walk away from him. He wouldn't just take that, not without some kind of fight. He stomped a footpaw, raising a finger and pointing it at the hyena. "Hey! Bring it! I could take you anytime, anywhere! C'mon!" His eyes narrowed to slits as he awaited the hyena's reaction.

[ooc: Really sorry it sucks, but I have no muse]

[corrigan]

Corrigan looked over his shoulder just in time to see the pointing finger. No obstructions because of his great height. At the same time he was just grabbing onto the handlebar of his beastly bike that sat on the opposite side of the street. "Yall get the hell outta my way before I run yer hides into the cement!" he roared, clearing the ground in front of his bike.

His attention was brought back to the fennec as he sat down on the bike. "Tch... you don't know when to shut your trap, do ya big ears?" he grinned, pulling a strange looking lighter from his pocket. "Anywhere, anytime huh? Bet you'd want yer firearm on hand eh?" He played with the flame, waiting for a response. The lighter's flame was very strong, a lot like a torch flame. In fact it was a wind resistant flame for when he was on the bike.

[sinatra]

Watching the hyena clear the area around his bike, lowering his pointing finger and walking slowly towards the motorcycle. "I can shut my...'trap', whenever I want to. You just seem to make me want to keep it flapping." Putting his hands into the pockets of his khaki shorts, he squinted his eyes at the large canine-wannabe. At the name of 'big ears', he growled out loud, most people leaving the vicinity of the two anthros. "I could beat you with my paws tied behind my back!" He pulled the gun from the back of his shorts and unloaded the clip, throwing it into the alley, but returning the gun to the back of his shorts. Loosening up his shoulders, he rolled them and his wrists around, swinging his head around, ready for a fight if the 'yena wanted one.

[corrigan]

The big brute stared dumbfounded as the fennec emptied the clip. "What thaaa hell did ya do that for?! Tch, not gonna be long before the popo stick their noses into my business now!" the Hyena said, disgruntled by the fennec. Only a moment later, he pulled a little cloth from his pocket. Pulled the quark from the bottle he'd been flipping and tucked the cloth halfway inside. He then shut the bottle back up, drawing his lighter towards the exposed cloth. With a flick of his lighter there was a great blaze of flame. He glanced up at the fennec and then whipped the home made bomb of fire into the shop behind him. Glass broke and a burst of flame roared up from the ground.

"Waaaaaoooohh will ya look at that one, that was a damn good'un!" he cheered as the shop owner and a few customers came rampaging out the front door. Standing up, he cracked his neck before looking down at the fennec. "Aight, let's make this fast, unless of course you wanna take a trip down to the cop shop! I got some more work to do before I'm outta here, put a little dent in the Council's pockets!" he said, tapping the back of his foot on a thick bag attached to his bike. The sound suggested that the bag was full of bottles, more Molotov cocktails.

[sinatra]

Ignoring the comment about how Jesse would attract the... 'popo', he watched silently as the hyena extracted a homemade molotov and threw it in the shop behind him. The fox's jaw dropped. Literally. He shook his head, his ears slightly waving from side to side as he looked the 'yena up and down, but more closely this time. "All right," he said, getting into a loose kickboxing stance. "Let's see how well a 'roid-busted drop-out can do against a trained highschool graduate!" He hopped from foot to foot, his five foot four (with ears five foot nine) frame standing much shorter compared to his now opponent. "M'name's Jesse Rae, by the way. Just thought you'd like to know the guy who's gonna kick your ass."

[ooc: In case you didn't read his bio, Jesse's also 24, two years older than your character x]]

[corrigan]

Again, Corrigan was dumbfounded by the behavior of the fennec. Watching as he bounced around in some silly fighting stance. It took a moment for the insults to set into his thick head. "Tch, what makes ya think I'm a drop out, flopsy?" he said, refering to the fennec's ears again. All at the same time he was still trying to figure what Roids meant. It took a moment but he finally figured that the character probably meant Steroids. This ofcourse pissed him off enough to make the first move. "Well Jess, hope they taught you how to fight in yer high school! Not gonna take but one hit to knock you cold!" he said, swinging his big fist at the fox.

((OOC: I'm guessing that your advantage in this situation would be speed?))

[sinatra]

[ooc:Yeah, it is]

"You give off the vibe that all dead-beat drunks do," he responded, cracking the knuckles on each fist. He laughed audibly as the dawning of his steroids joke finally got to the hyena's brain. "Took you long enough, 'Roid 'Yena'?" As the monster came running at him, Jesse held up his fists, analyzing how the furre moved and where his balance seemed to be. "One hit you say?" he murmured, watching as the fist closed in. He easily dodged, ending in a backflip and him readjusting his fist position. "Only if you can land one!" He ran toward the hyena, jumping into the air for a roundhouse kick to the muzzle.

[corrigan]

The hyena was figuring that the spunky little fellow would have some speed to him. He would not have taken on the big brute if he didn't have some kind of skill. Corrigan was not just a dumb bolt, especially when it came to fighting. He was obviously not book smart, but he did have street smarts going for him. Corrigan reserved his energy for when the Fox got tired, he could easily take hits.

His plan, however, was made a bit easier when the fox threw a roundhouse kick. Sticking his brawny arms up in the air, he used them to shield his face. Upon impact, he twisted his left arm up and around the foxes leg. "Heh, let's see ya get outta this one! Next, I just gotta step up a little to drop ya flat on yer ass!"

((OOC: I was originally thinking of having ya knock out a tooth, but the actual defense against a roundhouse kick is a pretty cool move. IDK if the way I wrote it made sense.))

[sinatra]

Flying through the air was said to be one of the most wonderful feelings there is. Though, it can quickly end, especially when somebody grabs your ankle midkick. He felt gravity take over and he found his head near the ground, being hung by his ankle. It kind of scared him that the hyena could hold his full weight, and in one arm. "You shouldn't judge a furre by their size." He breathed deeply and twisted. Catching the hyena off guard [permission by Corry to do this, so no flaming!] he kicked the muzzle of his opponent, letting himself drop to the ground. Landing on all fours, he rolled and flipped away from the brute, standing back on two paws and holding his fists up again. "Want to try that again?"