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Road Trip Meme

{The Road Trip Meme!!}

It's that time of the year again! You decided to take a road trip!
Either to your friends, relative, or perhaps an event,
but oh, my goodness, what will happen along the way?
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Situations:

1. BREAK DOWN

Oh, snap, your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?2. TRUCK STOP

You've stopped at a gas station. They're out of gas, snacks and the bathrooms are out of order. Wat do. (Zombie attack optional.)3. HITCHHIKERS?

Is this even a good idea? Why is their backpack leaking suspicious substances? Go wild.4. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT?

Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... or I think that was a deer.5. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND!

Alas, you're the parent or the disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the back.6. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK!

No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.7. THE GREAT ESCAPE

Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.8. MAKE OUT~

You're now parked in one of the make-out points in this town. Did you know? Well, that's up to you, as is what you do next.9. WE'RE SO LOST

The map blew away when you were stupid enough to open the windows earlier. You know that old stereotype about how men never ask for directions but women will? Time to see if you're going to prove it right or not. Try not to fight over it too much, driving partners.10. BUT OFFICER...

Those flashing lights in your rearview mirror? Definitely not just for decoration.
Relationship (optional):

1. BUSINESS PARTNERS: The jet was undergoing some heavy repairs, so you have to drive to that big meeting.

2. BFFS/ROOMIES: On your last hurrah before you join the 'real world.'

3. NEWLYWEDS: You're a young couple on your honeymoon! Hope this doesn't ruin your relationship.

4. SIBLINGS: Whether this is a trip to reconnect or to fix things or to just deepen your bond as epic sibs is up to you.

5. PARENT & CHILD: It's like a family vacation for the two of you. try not to get on each other's nerves too much?

(taken from memeonic & arspaulina @ lj)

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[Pyro - John - fuck, he needs a fake name - is hoping a lot of things right now.

He's hoping there was no footage of him on the news. Or pictures in newspapers. Or anything connecting him to what happened on Alcatraz, which is pretty damn unlikely with how liberally Magneto made use of his mutation in the time before the war. No one planned for losing, which seemed balls-to-the-wall badass until they lost.

He's hoping someone is going a long, long way out of town so he doesn't have to do this at every stop-off or even every city. Maybe a cross-country road trip he could join. Someone who desperately needs to get rid of a plane ticket. A guy can dream.

He's hoping Bobby didn't give him a goddamn concussion, because his head is killing him right now, and it feels like there's quite a welt on his forehead. Part of him is hoping Bobby ended up among the wreckage he saw when he woke up in the burned-out battlefield, while part is still dealing with the fact that the asshole wouldn't even kill him.

But mostly, he's hoping he'll get picked up at all before the Feds are the only ride for which he can hope. Come on. Anybody. Just pull over.]

[Not that Peter is in the business of wish-granting, but John's about to be very lucky. He's on his own, parted from Diana because she had her own business to deal with the Devil, and if there's anything the Devil ever has to say to Petre, it'll probably be along the lines of 'time to go home, bucko'.

His soul was promised to hell and to hell it'll go once his job's done around Earth, but - Diana's been there. She's suffered through the flames of hell and lived long enough to tell people about it. Except she never talks about it, and Petre will always assume the worst. Petre will always prefer the fun he gets to have with humans, the superiority he gets to feel over those that consider themselves Messiahs, Saints and Gods. Yes, they're on a mission, but he really hopes it never ends.

The car's old, fuzzy pair of dices jiggling from the rearview window, probably stolen from a sleazy pimp. You can hear it coming before you see it, and once John's within his sight the demon slows down and turns the obnoxiously loud music (slow tide, take it easy!) to look out the window.]

Long way from home, stranger.

[He can't help it - even in a moment of desperation, the asshole always rises to the surface, and he can't just let this pass without comment.]

Nice car. [He moistens his dry lips with a quick flick of his tongue, then moves closer.] Longer than you know. But I'll take anywhere but here in between.

My mom says thanks.

[He tips his chin, more than happy to engage in the joke, hand gesturing slightly over the wheel. Truth is Petre remembers absolutely nothing about his family save for their last name. And the knowledge that they were all wiped out because of him, and he was left alive to serve as an example. Then came Diana and made it all better by promising his soul to the fiery depths below.

He's got his head tilted to see John from the opposite window.]

Sure, I'll take you anywhere. Just gotta know one thing, buddy: make love, or make war?

[His smirk is half curled lip. That'd actually make a story John would be interested in hearing, as abbreviated as it is, considering it's crazier than anything a mutant could dredge up and that's saying something in family matters. As it is, all he can offer to the running joke is that grin, because time's ticking away and he has yet to be in the car and leaving.

The next question, though, that intrigues him, even as he knows any answer he gives will probably be wrong. Best to make it honest and let the guy judge for himself.

This time he actually leans down, tucks his arms against the open window, not totally unconsciously mimicking a prostitute.]

Both are boring and screw you over in the end. Way more fun to fuck and fight instead.

[Petre purses his lower lip thoughtfully, looking to the side to analyze the answer for himself. It's a bit of a cop-out, but hey, if John's the kind that wants it all, that speaks for itself as well.

Lust, Wrath, Greed. He puts those three away like cards to use when necessity calls.]

I prefer it the other way around. [He narrows his eyes, nods sagely.] Fight, then fuck. Angry sex is pretty damn good when done right.

[And with that-]

Hop on in, brother.

[The correction actually makes him laugh, a genuine sound without any of the tension he's been feeling for hours of blind walking and then stumbling across the highway.]

Any combination's good for me. As long as I get what I want in the end. [Satisfaction. The thing Bobby denied him in the cruelest, most classically X-Men way possible: best him, then leave him to remember it forever, like that showed any kind of mercy rather than pure arrogance.

He touches the welt on his forehead, first scowling and then wincing. But when the stranger finally invites him into the car, there's no more time to be wasted on brooding over what's been - he's got to start something new yet again, and fast. So far this guy and his pimp car seem like an interesting beginning, at least.

Slumped low in his seat, he cycles through a potential list of fake names and decides on something familiar enough that he can remember to answer to it, but not directly tied to his past in any obvious way. No Bobby, no Erik, no Richard.]

Will. [One hand out to shake before the blond man pulls back out. Because that was a fight from which he was forcibly removed, not allowed to make his mark, but he'll never, ever forget William Stryker.]

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[thats something Petre might pick up on with time - that.this guys number one sin is Pride. It doesnt have to be the strongest for him to use impel on, though. It just helps.

He's pulling out a cigarette while John gets settled in the car, slipping it between lips before offering a hand.]

Petre. That's european. [lighter, click. Then he turns the key.] And which God are you running from?

[The cigarette gets a small, distasteful glance. There's a very visible change there when the lighter's flicked, a flash of something that disappears as quickly as it came, hopefully hidden by the fact that Petre was focussing on lighting his smoke; it's a wild look, the caged tiger giving a moment's thought to mauling its keeper and breaking free. But this cage is his only chance right now, and it's taking him toward freedom.

Ugh. At least the windows are rolled down.]

And you said I'm a long way from home. [He tilts his head toward the window.] Not that you weren't still right.

[Just as quickly, he's glancing back with a little sniff of laughter.] God? They wish. Actually, pretty sure they think so, half the time.

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[Gods, Messiahs, Saints. If you don't have a religion then you're an outsider and can't be trusted. Religion rules every city in the world, though Christianity has long lost its place among the most powerful. And when humans got fed up of the same gods they once worshiped, they called on the Devil to help.

And Petre happens to be the right-hand man of Her number one weapon.]

Sounds like an interesting story, Will-o. You gonna tell me about it or do I turn up the radio?

[He shoots Petre a dry look in response.]

Funny thing about people on the run. They're not usually that chatty about what they're running from.

What about you? You're apparently going wherever a random hitchhiker says, that sounds way more interesting. Or did you just get that bored?

So you either got your heart broken or you killed someone. Am I right? Half-way there?

Me, I never got my heart broken.

[he says so with his eyes on the road, like he's sharing a story about last day's weather.]

[John's expression shifts again, wary. It's not enough of a confession that he can bring the guy down with him if he ends up turned in, but at least it's a confirmation that neither wants to be found. A half-truth will likely be safe enough, considering the hordes of people that were on both sides of the battle. Maybe it's arrogant to assume that he'd be singled out so especially.

(And maybe he is arrogant, so he still believes it completely.)]

Closer with the first question: made war and lost. I'm not too eager to be a POW with the arsenal they've got on their side. [Translation: he's running to save his mutation as much as himself.]

[meanwhile, Petre's features crinkle slightly with curiosity. For once, the guy stops smiling.]

Which war?

[it makes 'Will' more interesting, at least. A soldier with no god? Maybe Diana might have a friend in this one.]

How many wars have there been in San Fran recently?

[Or on American soil at all, for that matter. Americans ship their human soldiers away to other wars, or create new ones to keep them busy. Maybe there's good reason for them - he's never cared. It's the mutants who are left to fight here, and that's the only war he'll ever give a shit about.]

You're asking the wrong guy. I don't exactly keep up with facebook or twitter these days.

[only news he cares about are usually just rumors.]

What happened in San Fran?

[Interesting. So he was just passing through. Apparently this road trip didn't start with John.]

If you don't know, better we keep it at 'need to know.' [This isn't said sharply, but with a distinct finality. For all he knows, every mutant who wasn't explicitly with the X-Men will have a bounty on their head after this. Cures for everyone. The genocide Stryker dreamed of, only with half-living, hollow shells instead of bodies left behind.

But then that pride gets the best of him again - it irks him to think that the guy could not even have heard of mutants in the first place - and he speaks up.]

I gotta know, though, if you're really that in the dark - you hear about a blow-up on Liberty Island a few years back? One hell of a headache hitting basically the whole world at once awhile after that? This isn't a new war, just the latest battle.

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[Petre seems unaware of everything rolling up in John's head, and he doesn't seem to mind much about knowing. He's a curious guy, sure, but whatever isn't worth getting in trouble for doesn't matter.

He purses his lower lip, shrugs idly.]

I was probably hungover, had a headache anyway.

[Well, okay, he gets a laugh for that. Because as one who has experienced both, there was no mistaking that headache for a hangover, but he likes the careless attitude. Recognises it, at least.]

You really have been out of the loop. [He rubs at his forehead again, trying to decide how much to tell. If Petre knows so little, then he absolutely doesn't know anything about the fierce young man with the bleached blonde hair creating firebombs out of crashed cars at Alcatraz.]

Humankind dropped a rung on the evolutionary ladder while you weren't looking. They still can't pinpoint when, but it's been going on for a long time. Some huge jump years back that left behind a new subspecies with - a whole lot that humans aren't capable of. And it pisses them off almost as much as it scares them. [He drops his hand back into his lap and arches an eyebrow.] I say them because you obviously don't give a shit.

[There's a snerk from him, huff escaping his nostrils when he spreads his lips and shows teeth. Humans evolving? Sure, he can see that. They learned a thing or two while they were making deals with Gods and their Messiahs, picking up powers and just - power. Of course that would scare people, and of course it'd piss them off. Why do you think they turned to the fucking Devil? Petre himself is no longer just human; his soul's somewhere in a fire, and he's on the waiting list for eternal damnation.

But hey, it comes with amazing perks.]

And you say them because you're obviously one of the specials. [A pause. He's smiling, no worries.] So what are you capable of?

[He really didn't know. What rock has this guy been living under.]

Mutants. Not that original, I know, but it's from before my time. Specials's got a better ring to it.

[Ah, the loaded question. He glances at Petre's cigarette again - it's an old trick, but worth reviving, even if Petre is driving the car they're in. His ability to resist showing off is so severely blunted that it sometimes has negative effects on his survival instincts.

Besides, he really does fucking hate cigarette smoke.

So he stares at the glowing ember on the end, and the cigarette catches flame: just a small one, but quickly burning up tobacco and climbing toward his lips.]

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[Naturally, the sudden spark of fire right in front of his face startles the guy, and the car swerves just a little while his mouth drops the cigarette onto his lap and he tries to regain control. It's a moment of inelegance that passes none too quickly. He has to look down to pick the thing back up, hold it between two fingers to see his slow burning cigarette is now a useless crisp of ash.

He's frowning, lips pursed slightly in bemusement. Then he just swiftly throws the thing out the window.]

Tell me you're not a walking anti-smoking ad, 'cause that takes you right out of my cool list.

[He grins sweetly in response, obviously stifling laughter at the reaction he got.]

I needed a source. Could've used the car engine, but you, me, and the car'd probably be in pieces on the road right now if I did. Your smoke was handiest.

[Then his smile sharpens just a bit.]

Buy me a decent lighter at the next stop and I'll leave your smokes alone from now on.

Or you could've just used your words, Willy. Mom never taught you that? [a pause. He always sounds a bit too carefree to show irritation, despite the provocation.] You must've been killer at show and tell.

[which is quite all right. With some dexterity he just produces another smoke and lighter. After that's done, he tosses the latter onto John's lap.]

So, something's gotta be burning before you can mess with it. Kinda lame. Ever considered the circus, though? Or a Michael Bay movie.

Never give my parents that much credit for anything, Petey. [By contrast, his tone is distinctly irritable while his exterior remains careless, feet going up on the dashboard.

He checks out the lighter he's been thrown, though. If it's better than a Bic, he'll keep it for now; anything plastic won't work for his end of the deal.]

No mutation's perfect. You just learn to work with it. I could've set you on fire, or the whole car on fire, with that smoke, but it wouldnt've been great for my own health considering you're behind the wheel. [He looks up at Petre.] Really, I should kill you for that circus comment. I'll decide next piss break.

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