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hit the road;

{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?

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[ hitchhiker... KIND OF...?

wherever faye may be--at a gas station, outside a restaurant or bar, wherever--she might hear the sound of a commotion, people shouting and then even a scream. something questionable or chaotic must be happening outside, just a block or two from where she is. and the source of the questionable chaos seems to be getting closer, from the sound of running and the growing noise of a crowd.

and then the door to her car slams open and a ruffian-looking young man swings himself straight into the shotgun. he looks only briefly surprised to see her in the driver's seat--maybe he could see a driver was there, but maybe he didn't expect a woman.

he recovers fast, though. ] Hey, lady. [ biiig, shit-eating grin here as he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. ] Want to get out of here? Got some guys behind me.

[ help this almost-certainly-a-criminal man make a getaway, y/n. ]

[ the approaching chaos would garner anyone's attention—especially a bounty hunter who's been sitting around waiting on a lead for the past hour and a half. was this finally it? no more waiting around? thank god. faye checks her mirrors and even cranes her neck in an attempt to discern what's going on. starts doubting that maybe this wasn't it by the growing size of the commotion, but won't get to hang onto that thought long enough when the passenger seat becomes hastily occupied. ]

What the hell—

[ evidently, the surprise is mutual: he's not expecting a woman and she's not expecting spike's long-lost brother. point is, she doesn't know this person, doesn't recognize him from anywhere, but before she can fully process what's happening, the commotion catches up to them and she is left to decide whether to kick him out or peel out of there. and for some reason, she chooses the latter.]

[ hell yeah, operation intimidate/boss an innocent bystander into being his getaway success. just another day in the life of vagrant petty criminal mugen. and because he's petty, he totally doesn't resist the impulse to roll down the window, stick his head out and yell out at his pursuers-- ] Fuck off, assholes! [ and for good measure, flip them the bird.

an answering bang and the way he quickly withdraws his head and hand suggests that he might actually have pissed off some dangerous and armed people, so. there's that. it might actually be a good idea to keep an eye out in the rearview for pursuing vehicles.

which means spike's-asshole-sibling-lookalike is instead just going to help himself and fiddle with the radio to find some channel to blast playboi carti or something awful. ]

Thanks for the ride, girlie. [ and now that he can take a moment to actually take a good look at her, whoa hottie alert. ] Wanna go on a joyride? As long as it's away from here.

[ oh, great. they're being shot at. this is exactly the kind of action she was looking for. except it's not—today was meant to be a quiet day. an easy day. and then somehow fate drops lunkhead #2 directly into her lap and tells her, good luck!

mugen is given that momentary reprieve as faye weighs her foot on the gas and stretches a significant amount of distance between them and the dangerous men. behind a pair of shades, she's checking the rearview mirror and watching as the kicked-up dirt and gravel creates a screen of dust that obscures not only hers but their view as well. it gives her the opportunity to take a sharp right and fly down a few side streets to throw them off their trail. someone is clearly seasoned in the art of successful getaways.

but she'll have to get a gauge on whether it was truly successful or not, and to do so the car will have to come to an aggressive stop. seatbelts are good for this sort of thing but considering mugen failed to put his on, he's getting lurched forward against the dashboard pretty hard. and the moment his back hits the seat again, he's greeted by the cold metal of faye's gun pressing right to his cheek. ]

Sorry but I only take joyrides with people I know. Who the hell are you?

[ like some god awful delinquent he might have some slowly crystallizing plan in his head to charm this woman (somehow, with his nonexistent charming skills), go on a joyride with the windows and top or sunroof down, cruise to some make-out spot, gets a little frisky, and then afterwards maybe kick her out of her own car and take off with it and everything in it. foolproof plan, if he dares say so himself. he deserves this much after that fiasco with the mob, right?

and then the car lurches, and of course he's not wearing a seatbelt, he nearly slams face-first into the dashboard like a bastard and to top it off, there's the familiar feeling of cold steel against his cheek.

aw hell, the chick is strapped. ]

H-hey lady, take it easy. That thing ain't loaded is it? [ he can feel a bead of sweat rolling down his brow. shit. it might or might not be loaded but even he isn't an idiot enough to want to risk finding out. ] Ya lookin' for a name or what? I'm Mugen. C'mon, we can be friends just waiting to happen.

[ what kind of moron would buy something like that? but already his idiot bastard brain is starting to tick to find a more pragmatic plan than his bastard daydreaming fantasy from earlier. ]

Oh, it's loaded, all right.

[ ten-round magazine, baby. sitting nice and flush in the grip of the gun. with her finger resting against the trigger bar, ready to demonstrate if he's itching to test it. the gun's muzzle presses deeper into his cheek as she extends her arm farther out to keep distance between them. leasing her the time to gather up any distinguishable features. the messy hair. the blue markings around his wrist. ]

Well, Mugen, this is the first step to becoming friends, right? Getting to know about one another?

[ all while being held at gunpoint no less! and never mind the fact that she's forgone any details about herself at all. even the shades stay on. ]

So who were those men? And why were they after you?

Aw, those shitheads? They were just, yanno... [ some vague noise here as he waves a hand carelessly, probably trying to get across the air of 'they're just some dudes' but likely and realistically comes across as 'people i just fucked with inexplicably and they got pissed at me'.

also hoping to get across the message that the gun to his face is toootally not a big deal and he's not sweating bullets, he's cool. ]

As for why they were at my ass? Well, it might be because of, I dunno, this?

[ so, in the blur of the moment when he'd swung into faye's car, he'd actually brought something inside. he reaches for it now, every movement deliberate so she won't shoot him, and withdraws from the space near his geta-ed feet: a silver metallic briefcase. you know, the kind the mob would use to transport money in all those crime/heist films.

he keeps a firm grip on the handle in case faye wants to try some funny business; despite his casual show, every nerve is tense and ready to swing it straight at her head at a second's notice. maybe he'll die, but you only live once. ]

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[ his answer barely sates her curiosity but she's prepared to handle this a number of ways. riding on the assumption that he's a bounty, the most she'd have to do is dump him at the police station and collect her reward. even if it isn't much, she wouldn't have to share it with those two jerks, and it would make up for this rude interruption of her day. at the very least he's just some harmless scumbag in trouble and she'll have to kick him out of the car because she can't be bothered to help.

... and then she sees the briefcase. pulls her shades off to get a better look. the gleam from the metallic puts a twinkle in her round, green eyes and mugen should consider her interest piqued by the openly beguiled look on her face. her gaze flits from the briefcase to him and then back again. ]

What's in it? Money? Diamonds?

[ give it to her straight, bud. her bullshit detector is finely tuned. ]

[ aw yeah, she took the hook. he probably won't get shot, for now anyway. the tense line of his body relaxes, but only for a fraction. ]

Hell if I know, I grabbed it just now. It's gotta be important or they wouldn't be this pissed.

But it's locked and I don't know how to pick. [ he indicates the lock securing the case, study-looking, a keyhole rather than combination. not that he'd exactly have the patience to brute force the latter, though. ] You know how, or you think you can shoot it off?

You just grabbed it without knowing what's in it?

[ second thought, the fuzztop has a point — no one gets chased and shot at for something completely worthless. not during those very similar situations she's found herself in at least. faye gives a sort of dismissive shake of her head, nevermind don't answer that, and leans forward at a slight angle to get a closer look without getting too close. after a short inspection, she determines: ]

I could pick that no problem. [ and then she leans back, only this time there's a smile on her face that, at first glance, is charming, until the hint of devilry becomes a bit more obvious. what'chu got up your sleeves there, girl. ] But in doing so, that would mean I was helping you, and I don't just help anyone for free... if you get what I'm saying.

Uh, yeah? It looked like it could be valuable. [ he might be a criminal and a thief, but...

no, there's no qualifying phrase after that 'but'. he's a criminal and a thief. but at least he's honest and blatant about it, and the slow smirk that spreads over his face mirrors faye's somewhat. hm, the girl might be able to help him. on one hand, jackpot--maybe he doesn't have to ditch her somewhere. on the other hand, of course she won't be so kind to do so for free. ]

I get you, I get you. Man, you chicks are so demanding these days.

I'll pay you with my body, good?

[ he's broke. as if this also isn't obvious. ]

[ demanding—her brow twitches. how cute; just your typical stupid crook trope in the flesh. she could pistol-whip him in that big dome of his and leave him on his ass in all of five seconds. fortunately for him, vanity thwarts that decision, because she won't risk ruining another fresh manicure when she could barely afford it to begin with.

the gun is still in his face but maybe hitting him with it wasn't the right move. yet. she wrinkles her nose out of disgust. ]

... uh, no, how about something more worth my time?

[ a pointed gaze towards the briefcase answers that for him. ]

Because I think you're right. That thing has to be carrying something... significant. And, I also think, if I open it for you, it's only fair that I get a share of whatever goods are inside, understand?

[ yes, this is only fair. of course even he can realize it. general scumminess and rough criminality would prevent him from offering or accepting this trade, but hell... she's armed right now, but there may be an opportunity for disarming in the future. unlike spike, he's crasser, has perhaps less morals (though still a baseline for honor) and is just generally more of a bastard.

maybe that's an accomplishment. ]

What's preventing me from hopping out your ride and finding some locksmith to bust it for me? [ immediacy, probably. and faye's strap, again. ] You gonna hold me up and mug me like I did those assholes? [ ... he basically completely deserves it, though? ]

I ain't gonna promise anything, but sure. I'll give you a little something if it's good.

Well, I could blast your ass out of the car and take off with your goods—[ just to make sure he double knows it ]—which then, by default, would make them my goods.

[ faye wasn't scummy but she could be largely self-serving and somewhere in that made criminality a common denominator between them. ]

... if you ask me, 50/50 is very generous.

[ maybe a little too generous (at least coming from someone like her), and depending on what they discover that generosity of hers could easily go poof! faye shifts in her seat to move closer while reaching her free hand up to pluck a bobby pin from her hair. ]

Now hold the briefcase so that the lock is facing up at me—and keep it sturdy.

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hit the road;

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bless u

i’m sorry for him

plssss i live for this ok

same t b h

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woof... work kicked my ass. ty for your patience.

gently reaches for faye

grabby hands

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