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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 9:07:28 GMT -8
Gidget kept her hands buried deep in the pockets of her sleeveless hoodie. Her arms were wrapped in what looked like bandages and the big imp ears of her hood hung low. She kept her head bowed as she moved through the sea of tent city.
She had just left the largest building nearby, and the haze of smoke that followed her as she closed the door was giving her a headache. She hated meeting with that damn group, seeing those arrogant bastards. It always put her in a foul mood.
A few of the homeless raised their hands in greeting, but she wandered by, paying them little attention. They seemed to know something was off, and didn't bother to approach her as she headed back towards the apartments.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 9:32:36 GMT -8
"Get the fuck outta here ya fuckin' lowlives!!" An angry voice would shout from the distance, interrupting the peaceful lives of the poor passersby who were just trying to get by. Soon after, a band of goons emerged from an alleyway, holding on to dear life as they ran the hell away from... the tiny mass that followed, whose stature did NOT fit the intensity of the voice.
WR barked as they retracted and pocketed their staff, turning their attention to the victim of the 'almost-mugging'. "Be more careful, yeah? Angry midgets don't always jump from the shadows when you need them." They would chuckle the last bit, handing the shaken, hooded woman what one could only assume to be either contact information or directions to the nearest gym. She would continue on her way after a final exchange of thank-yous, and after a deep breath, so would WR.
They were clad in black and red, their usual attire, complimented by the custom bomber they took so much pride in. They would pop the sides of the bomber as they continued down the sidewalk. They could feel the stares of all those around, somewhat irritated by it. What, they'd never seen someone save a life before?
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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 9:44:39 GMT -8
Gidget jumped as soon as she heard a voice raise, fear turning her blood cold in her veins. She remembered that feeling of those men gaining on her, the knowledge of their intentions (and with what they probably assumed was a young boy... gross!), and the intrinsic awareness that she had no way to escape. Her heart began to hammer in her chest, and her tiny hands folded into useless fists...
Until she saw the fleeing goons. It was dumb of them to be active on Droog territory. Didn't they know what was going to happen to them now? She couldn't fight the shudder that traced down her spine.
The strange person, only standing a few inches above her own rather pathetic height, spoke with kindness to one of the homeless. Gidget tilted her head to one side. That wasn't something she saw often.
Slowly, she approached, her brows furrowed. "Uh. Dandy droog?" She murmured, utilizing the code most of the gang bangers used when speaking to one another.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 9:51:58 GMT -8
WR was about to jaywalk before they were stopped by a voice speaking one of the many street codes that plagued the poorer parts of town. They would raise a brow before shaking their head, responding with a simple "Nah," as they shoved their hands into the bomber pockets.
This person was... how old was this person? They couldn't help but linger their gaze as they pondered, completely and utterly confused to stumble upon someone who was shorter than they were that wasn't a child.
They would almost default to dragon tongue, stopping themself as English finally came to mind.
"Lookin' for someone?"
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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 9:57:07 GMT -8
Gidget narrowed her eyes as this stranger denied being a part of the gang. They were standing here, in Droog territory, fighting off muggers who were obviously not powerful enough to be Droogs... She wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
"No. I just didn't recognize you." Her accent was thick Northeastern, from New Jersey specifically. As if that would mean much of anything to WR. She crossed her bandage wrapped arms over her chest, as if creating some kind of barrier between herself and this strange little midget.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 10:04:58 GMT -8
WR would tilt their head. O and K.
"I try not to make my name known anymore, so makes sense." They would shrug, glancing at the back of their shoe as they popped their heel up. They knew they felt gum earlier. Someone was going to pay for that...
"But hey, I'm a person of contradiction, so call me WR. What brings you around here?" They would signal toward her attire. She did NOT look like someone who belonged in this side of town, but WR didn't have room to talk. Neither of them, at first glance, were built for this territory.
They would start their walk again, and if Gidget would choose to follow, they would match her pace as they spoke.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 10:26:47 GMT -8
Gidget contemplated following WR or just giving up and going straight back home. This person wasn't her problem, and the can of worms they opened had NOTHING to do with her. She meshed her teeth together. She was getting soft.
After a moment, she began to walk with WR, trying to make it seem like they were just heading in the same direction.
"I was doing what MOST people do in this area. But, since you are out here acting like Superma...gi..." She paused and took a good look at her fellow midget. What exactly WHERE they? She shrugged. "Super Prick... I'm assuming you are new. Which probably means you're another one of 'em, ain't ya?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 10:39:26 GMT -8
WR would raise another brow at the peculiar purple bean. Admittedly, they had no idea what she was on about, but they would shrug and turn their attention back toward the sidewalk as they pondered words to say.
"Just helpin' out the less fortunate. Don't really care what heat it brings me." They would shrug again before adding, "It's a rewarding experience, in more ways than one."
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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 11:07:29 GMT -8
Gidget rolled her eyes, leaning back slightly. They weren't very different, these two tinies, but she would be loathe to admit that she gave a damn about anyone but herself.
"You're going to get yourself killed. You've already got a target on your back, what with being 'new' here." She took her hands out of her pockets only long enough to do the bunny ear air quotations with her fingers. "And now you're stepping up on turf wars you don't know shit about. Bravery is only a thin line away from stupidity."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 11:37:57 GMT -8
The androgynous bean would just shrug.
"Not wrong. Not the first time I've had a target on my back though, so the stupidity gets easier." They'd chuckle the last bit. Honestly, WR really wasn't concerned. They'd gone through far worse with Leon, and nothing here would ever be able to compare to his intensity, that they were sure of.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 11:56:23 GMT -8
Gidget stared at the idiot before her and shook her head. There was no saving Captain Save a Hoe.
"Whatever." She turned back to face the way they were walking, falling into a thoughtful silence.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 11:59:34 GMT -8
It didn't take WR long to decide that their purple acquaintance was a little misguided, but they weren't going to say anything about it. She was entitled to her own thoughts and beliefs. Though, she would get a thought and turn a shit-eating grin before vocalizing it.
"What? Scared to lose someone else your height?"
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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 12:11:04 GMT -8
Gidget froze, tensing much like a cat, as she turned at WR. Her violet eyes narrowed and she meshed her teeth together.
"Are YOU seriously making a short joke, Super Prick?" She demanded with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm perfectly fine with being the only tiny monstrosity in this city, thank you very much. You wanna do something dumb and bring down the beast, you do what you want. It'll be fun watching you fight back when you don't even know what you're up against. Freaking bite sized snack."
She huffed, and continued to walk, arms still crossed as she continued to mutter names under her breath. Things like "tater tot" and "short stack."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 12:27:29 GMT -8
"Still taller than you, hothead," They'd say with a shit-eating smirk, swelling their chest as if bouncing Gidget's insults off of it.
"But I guess that's why you're still talkin' to me, yeah?" Still smirking, they would halt at the stop light and press the button below as they waited for a walk signal.
Their hands would promptly be shoved back into their bomber, and they would glance back at her with a tilted head.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 20, 2020 12:34:06 GMT -8
Gidget glanced idly back and forth, and then began to cross the street, still muttering under her breath. She didn't seem concerned about anybody hitting her, but whether that was out arrogance, a lack of care, or just downright ignorance was totally up for interpretation.
"I. Am not. Short!" She growled, tapping her shoulders with idle fingers.
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