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Post by sombra1 on Mar 5, 2013 17:00:36 GMT -5
Unknown faces, unknown streets, unknown buildings... It was safe to say he was lost. Absolutely lost. How did he keep getting himself into these kinds of messes? First he couldn't find his way out of the high school, of all places, and now he's lost in... Wherever the hell he was. Brank? Broad? Brood? Eh, it had a brr sound in the front. It could be named Candyland for all he cared. Mm, candy. That sounded nice right about now. No, bad. He couldn't be thinking about food when he had more important matters at hand. Like finding his way around Br... Brady? Naw, that wasn't it. You know what, he was just going to call it Brr Town for now. The blond sighed, puffing out his cheeks as he crammed his hands into his coat pockets. His eyes swept over the crowd of people, curiously eyeing a long line of people. Oo, that place looked busy. Wait, why were they waiting outside? Perhaps whatever that building was happened to be packed? He wouldn't doubt it. His gaze made its way up to the sign that read Gotham Bar & Grill. Gotham... Like in the Batman comics? Sweet! " Oof!" " Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" Lynton stumbled forwards as someone bumped into him rather harshly. He quickly caught himself before he fell flat on his face, smoothing out the wrinkles on his coat. The high schooler turned around, narrowing his eyes at the person who ran into him, not the other way around. It was some man with his goonies, all of which had smirks plastered on their faces. " 'Ey lady, why not accompany us? Y'know, to apologize." The blond couldn't help but sigh. He really needed to stop wearing feminine clothing in public, take his brother's advice, and act more like a man. Hah! Like that was going to happen. He crammed his hands back into his pockets, puffing out his chest in defiance. " You'll have'ta make me!" He stuck out his tongue--a childish act, yes, but it was the only thing he could think of on such short notice. Wait, crap. He probably shouldn't have done that. Lynton took a few steps back, watching with widened eyes as the men started progressing towards him. One step forwards for them, two steps backwards for him. Just look what you've gotten yourself into now, Lynn. OUTFIT: lynn, stop being girly. BINOTES: meeeeh. word vomit. |D
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Post by sc on Mar 6, 2013 1:05:49 GMT -5
あなたのことが好きです。 Thane released a bored yawn as he leaned back against the wall next to the entrance way, his co-bouncer taking lead of the current crowd at hand while he simply stayed there to jump in should things get out of hand. Things seemed to be going at a steady pace though, the occasional irritation coming from those waiting impatiently for room to get in while the occasional drunk stumbled out, the strong scent of alcohol trailing behind them and lingering, powerful enough to tempt Thane himself into stepping in for a quick drink. Too bad he wasn't actually allowed to drink on the job. If he had known that before, he might have never tried to get a the position. Nah, it was still pretty rewarding. Especially when someone was dumb enough to try and start something. Speaking of... Among all the murmurs and complaints, Thane looked around for something more of interest. Particularly something he didn't see all the hours he worked at this bar. "'Ey lady, why not accompany us? Y'know, to apologize." A questioning brow was cocked as he looked towards the direction it had come from. What he saw sadly wasn't too unusual here at the Bronx. A group of thugs hassling a younger looking blonde. She certainly didn't seem like she fit in this scene. And her response actually confirmed that fact. Sure enough, the goons took that as a challenge, approaching her menacingly with those smirks still plastered on their faces. Oh yeah, they had no intent on backing down too easily. He sighed at the thought, slipping out from his position at the door, his partner about to voice a complaint before being bombarded by other's anger and questions, allowing Thane the moment to slip away without much trouble. With that out of the way, the red head casually made his way over, grabbing the blonde's shoulder before pulling her back just enough to separate her from the group of suddenly sour faced men. Looks like they weren't too pleased with someone threatening their little fun. "Well, well." he began with an amused grin. "Not everyday I see you assholes lurking down this street." he spoke, the sarcasm dripping off his tongue. Oh yeah, they were always around. The bar was a pretty nice hunting ground for them. Of course he was pretty sure this target of theirs wasn't drunk like their usual prey. He would have recognized a face like that. And by the looks of it, they seemed more out of place than anything. He wouldn't be surprised if they were lost. A girl shouldn't be out alone on these streets unless they were just looking for trouble. Good thing he was such a good samaritan. That would probably seem like a load of bull to most. Oh well, he was stepping in this time, right? "I hope ya aren't actually dumb enough to go after my little friend here." he gestured to her with a slight tilt of the head, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "I'd hate to have to kick your asses, ya know?" he stated with feigned innocence, obviously enjoying teasing the group. Sure he had a tendency to get over his head in these sort of deals. But he was always cocky enough to somehow manage. Maybe a few cuts and bruises but he'd live. "So how about you make this easy and turn around, head back to your little shithole and stay off my street. Alright?" he offered, awaiting whatever response they'd dish out whilst making sure the blonde didn't run off. Last thing she needed was to get deeper into the darker parts of New York. These guys would be the least of her worries. |
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Post by sombra1 on Mar 6, 2013 22:02:12 GMT -5
Blink. Blink. Warmth?
A small oh so manly squeak was about to emit from the blond before he clamped his mouth shut, effectively cutting it off before too much sound could be heard. He stumbled backwards a few steps as the hand that had grabbed his shoulder pulled him back. In all honesty, he didn't expect someone to step in so quickly. His view of New York was rather bleak considering the people he has seen on the street and right now. He tilted his head up, blinking a few times in complete confusion as he studied his, erm... Savior? Yeah, that term could work. His savior. Knight in shining armor. His... Okay, he was going to stop there before he really started turning into a girl.
He allowed his head to tilt back down, blue eyes turning into a half-hearted glared a the men. Judging by everything the other man had said, they have made their appearance here before at one time or another. Well, it was not very comforting that men like these few were here quite often. Then again, he shouldn't have doubted it. Quickly tuning back into the conversation, he was just barely able to grasp the end of what his savior had said. Lynton snickered to himself, not even caring enough to cover his smile.
He didn't even care about what the street thugs might be saying. He had actually tuned them out a few minutes ago. All he could tell was that they were already turning around, kicking the ground, and probably cursing as they walked off. He stuck out his tongue once more at the figures that quickly blended into the rest of the people on the streets.
Lynn took a step away from the remaining man, using the new space to spin around on his heels to face him. A grin formed on his face, his face lighting up. "Thanks fer the save!" He slipped his right hand out of his pocket, extending it to the other. "I'm Lynton, and you, mister Knight in Shinin' Armor?"
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Post by sc on Mar 7, 2013 5:38:19 GMT -5
あなたのことが好きです。 The little snicker he caught from the girl he was saving brought a bit of an amused shock to the red head, ignoring the suddenly harsher glares as the men seemed insulted enough by the fact the blonde was getting a kick out of their misfortune. Wasn't very lady like now was it? Thane couldn't care less, he found the response entertaining enough to spark a bit of a chuckle out of him as well before turning his attention back to the thugs, gesturing with his finger for them to turn around and head off. "That's right, off you go." he directed, listening to the few curses and swears thrown at him without much of a response. He was much to used to that. Besides, words were nothing unless they could back it up, like they obviously didn't intend to do. "Ah fuck you. It ain't worth the time. Keep the bitch. She's too flat chested anyways." one of them managed to toss with a few agreements from the others, as if it was enough to regain their reputation. Yeah, these guys certainly weren't the worst. Perverted maybe and liked to hunt down helpless women like animals sure but harmless in the fact they'd tuck tail and run when faced with confrontation. Just one of the low lives that roamed the paradise of NY. Thane rolled his eyes at the thought before turning his attention back to his little friend whom still seemed pretty pleased about the situation now that it had successfully turned in her favor. Sounds about right. Then again, who could blame her? It's always fun when you got away with shit. Now with no other distractions, Thane got a better look at the person whom he'd just saved. Blonde, cute, pretty even. And apparently from down south with that accent of hers. Voice perhaps seemed a bit odd for a girl but not much. Then again the voice took the cake. "Lynton, eh?" he questioned with a pause. Supposed he couldn't say much though. How many guys did you know with the name Thane? His father was drunk. Leave him alone. Still, odd for a girl. But then again, how could he have known he was a bit mistaken on the gender here. Could you really blame him? "The name's Thane." he offered with a charming smile. "And no problem. I wouldn't go around expecting other's to be so chivalrous though." he stated bluntly. Hey, it was better to be honest. Not many people would step out to help someone. It was a rare known courtesy here. It was sort of like survival of the fittest in this place. "I also wouldn't recommend walking out on these streets alone, lady. Might get hurt, y'know?" he warned with concern. "It'd be a shame too. Cause you're pretty cute." he shamelessly admitted with a chuckle. |
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Post by sombra1 on Mar 7, 2013 17:57:21 GMT -5
Flat chested? Him? Well, duh! Jeez, if he wanted to go around picking up random guys off the street, then he would wear a stuffed bra. There was no way in hell he was going to do that, though. It would be the strangest conversation to explain to his father and brother why he had a bra in his wardrobe. They already questioned his fashion choices. Wait, this was a pointless topic to explain. He had more important matters on hand, like the man who had just saved him.
Thane? That was a nice name. It reminded him of the Elder Scrolls and the title you could get for winning favor of a Jarl. Hehe, Thane of Gotham. If he ever got around to writing to his sisters, he would have to mention that. They were sure to get a kick out of that. Lynn waved his hand dismissively in the air, brushing aside the comment. "I wouldn't expect someone to come to my rescue each time." He smirked. "Guess that means you'll just have to be on the lookout, eh?" He was teasing, of course. If he were serious, he would have frowned while saying that. But he didn't expect a stranger to know the difference.
His smirk was wiped off at being reminded that he had been walking the streets alone. He really should start taking the dog with him wherever he went. At least then he wouldn't have to worry so much about the crooks of the Big Apple. Teetering back and forth a little, he placed his hands on his hips, pouting at being called cute. It wasn't that he didn't like being called cute, but he had to get it across that he wasn't a lady. Ladies wore dresses, and not even his parents would be able to get him into a dress. "I'll have you know, mister Thane, that I am not cute." He puffed out his chest, tilting his head up. "I'm as manly as they come." The blond put extra emphasis on the word manly, even though it was the complete opposite of what he was. Hopefully he got his point across, though.
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Post by sc on Mar 8, 2013 16:10:43 GMT -5
あなたのことが好きです。 Well that was sort of a relief he supposed. That Lynton didn't plan on being rescued every single time. There were people like that. Those who desired attention and would get themselves in the worst of situations just to obtain it. Even if it happened to be dangerous for them and others. Yeah, if she was that bad, he doubted he'd be doing this again anytime soon. Not because he didn't care but he certainly didn't want to make it any worse of a habit to stick his head out for people who didn't deserve the help. He'd like to live a few more years thank you very much. Taking care of those dumb thugs was nothing. But say they were part of a gang and surely wielding weapons, he might have had second thoughts. It was never a winning battle bringing fists to a gun fight. "Well you are pretty good at standing out in a crowd." he began as he rubbed his chin, "I think I can manage to keep an eye out." he smirked. Hopefully not just to save and protect but perhaps even a chance to hang out. Of course for all he knew, the blonde probably wouldn't even consider he'd be interest. He'd been told before that he certainly didn't look like the sort of guy who'd be all friendly and looking for company. Kinda one of those judging a book by it's cover sort of deals he supposed. "Just try not to get yourself into too much trouble. Nearly impossible in the big apple but you can give it a shot." he shrugged with one of his trademark charming smiles. Being called cute apparently wasn't appreciated by her. Unfortunately, the pout certainly didn't aid in dismissing the comment either. As Lynton began the little defiance speech to the cute deal, Thane crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the streetlight behind him, listening closely with that amused smirk of his. Of course then came something surprising. Enough so to become clear by the expression on his face. Manly? he repeated in his mind with a tilt of the head, taking a second look at the person before him. It was then it seemed to have clicked. It began with a snicker he hopelessly tried to cover, building up to full out laughter which carried for a bit, drowning in the sounds of the city around them before he finally calmed, wiping his eyes as he repeatedly gave his apologizes. "Hehhe... I'm sorry, really. I don't know what happened there. My mistake, you really are manly." he humored with a slight role of his eyes, unable to help but tease a bit. He really was sorry for mistaking his gender though. He had no intention to insult or anything. "But you got to admit, you still are pretty cute for a dude." he added with his tongue stuck out childishly. Either way, it made a lot more sense now. The name Lynton and the flat chest. Perhaps even the oddness he sensed with him compared to other women. But who could blame him? Anyone could make a mistake. Bad example but take those thugs back there for example. Boy, they would have been surprised. "Manly or not, it would still be a shame if you got hurt." he assured with a nod before turning his attention back to the bar enterance. It seemed everything was still in order. He supposed the other bouncer would appreciate him actually being there to help out but he figured he could handle it on his own a little longer. "What are you even doing out here anyway?" he asked curiously. Sure he didn't really have to answer but it was worth a shot asking, right? "No offense you don't seem to fit in with this side of town." That was an understatement. Kind of made him worried what the answer could be. You could get yourself into some deep shit here. And this little southern trap didn't convince him that he could handle the Bronx. Or any part of the Big Apple really. |
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