¡peligro! x 001 x audio/video

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[The audio feed is a mess of scuffling and cursing. That's the sound of the fountain, there's the sound of your broadcaster stumbling and hitting the ground (with a squeak, so enjoy that), and--ah--

[Here's the video. It's hard to see him immediately; his fingers scraping and scrambling over the screen do a pretty good job of hiding his face--and his expression, crunched tight in panic and confusion and anger--] No. No, no! get off! Fuckers, you sh-shitsucking bastards, you don't get me. You don't get me, I fucking swear, I will zap every last one of you cumstains-- [Where does it break it has to be breakable everything breaks how do you get this thing off?!

[What did you want him to notice it's on? Maybe later. Excuse him as he bites at the wristband of the communicator.]

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[goodluckkobra]

[Kobra's totally not laughing. No, that's a lie. He can barely breath he's laughing so hard. Is Poison actually biting the stupid thing? Fucking beautiful!]

That you, Poison? You need a hand?

[He's lying back in his awesome red race car bed. It's okay to be jealous, even if his legs hang off the end.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Fuck you. Matter of fact:] Fuck you, sonuvafucking-- [But he stills as soon as he actually looks at the device instead of eating it. Still doesn't seem like he gets what it is.] ...K?

[goodluckkobra]

Nope. Guess again. [And have some more laughing.] How long you been here?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

I dunno. [No, don't laugh, why are you laughing? His eyes jitter offscreen, eying shadows and building, very wary.] This--

You're not the Kid. Prove it, you prove me, prove you me.

[goodluckkobra]

Seriously, P? [He's already pushing himself up and walking out of the house. Of course, he grabs his kitchen knife on the way, in case those wolves are still around.]

I'm your brother and this place has running water and real food and totally cool people and I'll prove it to you in a minute. I'd ask you not to shoot, but I have a feeling your gun's gone, too.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[A swallow, checking his holster, slouching in his jacket.] I will shank the fuck outta you f'you don't give me warning you're coming, I'm not fucking kidding.

[But hurry.]

[goodluckkobra]

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[He yells from the other end of the clearing around the fountain.]

What the fuck are you gonna shank me with, asshole? That's no way to hug me!

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[First instinct (after jumping way out of his skin) is relief. Close on it's heels is precaution. Poison throws up his hands up once Kobra's within normal-talk distance.] No! No, halt, you fucking halt!

[goodluckkobra]

Yes, sir, Captain Dickface. [He stops where he is and salutes.]

What do I gotta do to prove that I'm me?

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

You--

Who d'you run with?

[goodluckkobra]

You and Jet and Ghoul and the pipsqueak, but anyone could fucking answer that, dumbass.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Not anyone! [Come on, it was okay! His face screws up.] Right or leftie?

[goodluckkobra]

Right-handed because I'm not evil. [Well, now he's starting to laugh again.]

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Shut up! Stop! [Don't laugh! Here's the final round! He points at Kobra sharply.]

Five Clive Barker films. No sequels.

[goodluckkobra]

[Kobra actually groans.] What am I? IMDb? Fucking... Hellraiser, Nightbreed, Lord of Illusions, Candyman... shit, do shorts count? The Forbidden. There five. Now suck my cock.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Two syllables through "Forbidden", he's closing the distance, pressing forehead-first against Kobra's chest and getting both arms around him as tight as possible. Oh, hi.]

[goodluckkobra]

That's not my cock. You have to go lower.

[He's laughing again, hard, and he wraps his arms around his brother and squeezes. Wow, he smells fucking gross and it's awesome. He missed that smell. Now that he has it again, he's going to have to show Party his shower, though.]

God, you're such a shit. I missed you.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

Wh--no--what? [Shakes his head, pulling away about enough to reach up to grab Kobra's stupid face.] Where's my girl? What'd they do with her?

[goodluckkobra]

[Oh, that sobers him up pretty quickly.] I don't know. Hopefully Jet and Ghoul got out with her. I... went down right after--Party, Korse shot you. [His voive breaks a little.] I watched you die.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

W--no! [Party palms over his cheek, his hair. Hush, hush.] Nah, I'm here! I'm--

[He remembers the fight, remembers unmasking (Cherri, oh Cherri, oh god Cherri), remembers Korse there. His mouth tastes like burnt plastic, and Party Poison grimaces.] No. Whattathey got you on, KK, what're you taking?

[goodluckkobra]

[Oh, shit. Right. This is how they're gonna do this, huh? Just like everything else, he guesses.]

Yeah, no. You're right. I'm here. [He touches Poison's cheek, trying to guide him to look Kobra in the eyes.] I'm here and you're here. We're both here and we'll find the others. It's okay. We're all okay. Promise.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[His eyes meet Kobra’s, but not before hitting his chest, shoulder, throat--and he’s only there for a second before stepping back itchily.] I know. Yeah, I know.

Whatsit mean, “you missed me”?

[goodluckkobra]

I've been here for almost a week, man. Shacked up with a couple of cool people. You'll like them. Dan and Lyds. Dan's a robot and Lyds is really smart.

They're totally rad and they have my back. Come home with me. My bed's a race car. You can crash on the couch until we swipe you something better. Or you can have the car and I'll find something else.

[gloryisbullshit.livejournal.com]

[Cool story, bro, but he's shaking his head, backing up.] I just saw you. I just saw you, though, K.

[goodluckkobra]

Look, I don't know how this stuff works. Dan is from the year like eleventy-billion and half the people here at least are from before the Wars. Shit's weird.