Post by Randy Savage on Aug 21, 2015 0:53:33 GMT -5
Randy was taken aback as the kid burst into tears. She absentmindedly bit into her pepper while tripping over her words a bit. She didn't know what to say. The last thing she expected was an outpouring like this. Randy laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her head. She turned and looked at Devlin, hoping he would be able to take the lead or know what to say. She didn't know if he was much better in situations with crying children but she was absolutely useless. Being the middle daughter of the family, she never had to take care of her younger sister growing up. Usually if someone else's child was crying around her she'd walk away slowly. This time her only option was to walk away just slight bit and scoot Devlin in front of her toward the child.
When he stepped forward and spoke, Randy was surprised by the cleverness of his response. He managed to convince the kid to tell his story. See, that's what Randy was talking about. Devlin was so amusingly foolish sometimes that you couldn't help but roll along with it. It was impressive really. She wondered how much of his idiotic charisma he was aware of. Perhaps there would never be a way. Or perhaps it was all a ruse and he was a master manipulator. No. That can't be it. Randy could tell by the gleam in his eye that he was sincere.
The Marines! She had a bad feeling about them. Now that it was pointed out she could go over what happened in her mind and see the inconsistencies. The insistence that they didn't help with the investigation. How half of them seemed in poor shape. She was half certain one of them was even drunk. And their clothes? It was like they all traded sizes just for fun. Yes, something was definitely strange. The more important question was why though? They weren't stealing anything, at least as far as she could tell. There must be a reason they were kidnapping people--assuming ransom wasn't a good enough reason. Suddenly, Randy's rage peaked as Devlin squirmed about on the floor again.
"You idiot!"
Randy gave him another fist sized lump on his head to match the one she gave on the dock. Her hair stood toward the sky and flickered brilliant hues of red. Her irritation was palpable. As he rolled and whined, her own vein started pulsing out of her forehead too. Oh hey! There it is! For that moment that she was distracted by the wonder that was the furious bloodflow vein in her head, her irritation gave way in curiosity, and as her anger went so did the vein. Oh well.
"He's right kid! If there's anyone who can do this right, it's us! We have just the right kind of flair." This sentence was, of course, punctuated with a pose. "So what's your name anyway? And what's the name of this brother we're looking for? Can't expect us to find someone without knowing who we're looking for!~
When he stepped forward and spoke, Randy was surprised by the cleverness of his response. He managed to convince the kid to tell his story. See, that's what Randy was talking about. Devlin was so amusingly foolish sometimes that you couldn't help but roll along with it. It was impressive really. She wondered how much of his idiotic charisma he was aware of. Perhaps there would never be a way. Or perhaps it was all a ruse and he was a master manipulator. No. That can't be it. Randy could tell by the gleam in his eye that he was sincere.
The Marines! She had a bad feeling about them. Now that it was pointed out she could go over what happened in her mind and see the inconsistencies. The insistence that they didn't help with the investigation. How half of them seemed in poor shape. She was half certain one of them was even drunk. And their clothes? It was like they all traded sizes just for fun. Yes, something was definitely strange. The more important question was why though? They weren't stealing anything, at least as far as she could tell. There must be a reason they were kidnapping people--assuming ransom wasn't a good enough reason. Suddenly, Randy's rage peaked as Devlin squirmed about on the floor again.
"You idiot!"
Randy gave him another fist sized lump on his head to match the one she gave on the dock. Her hair stood toward the sky and flickered brilliant hues of red. Her irritation was palpable. As he rolled and whined, her own vein started pulsing out of her forehead too. Oh hey! There it is! For that moment that she was distracted by the wonder that was the furious bloodflow vein in her head, her irritation gave way in curiosity, and as her anger went so did the vein. Oh well.
"He's right kid! If there's anyone who can do this right, it's us! We have just the right kind of flair." This sentence was, of course, punctuated with a pose. "So what's your name anyway? And what's the name of this brother we're looking for? Can't expect us to find someone without knowing who we're looking for!~