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rothayato Senast 2019-06-12 18:55
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| 2019-06-12 | Veteran | |
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Not his usual style but it had just the effect of making Soren jump and twitch, amusing in itself to see a man with more brawn and bulk on his body than him set so anxious but such a simple thing. Soren worked out but he had a day job and work that would have been seen as respectable to most, even if he did seem to like hanging out with just the wrong crowds at the end of the day. Maybe Charles with his long, dark hair and blazing eyes made him feel like he was living another life, if but for a time. Maybe he thought it was more the life for him than an otherwise dull existence. Time could very well tell on that count but it would not tell during the course of that particular day.
Besides, Charles had some rubber to burn.
"Come on, now," Soren said, pressing the matter as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, the dirty-blonde strands getting a little bit too long (he may well put it back into a buzz-cut soon). "You've had your fun. If we're going to damn well do this, let's find another less obvious car, alright? It's too big, too obvious... You know someone will be looking for this!"
But it wasn't the fact that someone would be looking for the Lambo if it went missing that Charles had in mind but the idea that everyone would be looking at him. Of course, it was late afternoon on a holiday day and there were not many around to begin with even as a winter chill nipped at the air. Snow was yet to come in New York, although they hadn't had all that many truly bad winters in comparison to the rest of the country and, of course, other states better positioned for cold snaps to bite and take hold. Yet the time was quiet and he could just about imagine that he was on a track, taking advantage of life good and proper, the wheel cool and slick beneath his hands, gloves gripping firmly. Imagining it, his smirk deepened and he cast Soren a wink, his slim frame, at least, suited for the light car and just how he imagined it would handle. Soon, he would know for himself too.
"Psh, you worry too much!" Charles rolled his eyes, a hand comfortably on the hood of the Lambo; one could have been mistaken for thinking that he owned it himself. "And what's the point in not having a little fun from time to time?"
Soren shifted his weight anxiously, rubbing the stubble on his chin - a late afternoon shadow of blonde that could not be swept away or hidden, no matter how carefully he tried to shave. He was rarely unshaven, though Charles did so like to make fun of him for it if he ever did let his appearance slip even in a so-called 'manly' and 'masculine' regard. That was just one of the things that kept him smart and primed, always on spec and looking as suave as he, at least somewhat, hoped to appear.
That didn't stop him from combing his fingers through his hair, swallowing hard and giving every appearance of being a much younger man, inexperienced in the ways of life even if his career, admittedly, was off to a good start. He could do so many things but there was always a sense of something missing in his life, as was the case for so many other young men in the city too, so it was hardly as if he found himself the odd one out, struggling to seat himself in a reality of his choosing. But, perhaps, running with the wrong crowd wasn't going to get him there, even if Charles never once failed to add a slice of variety to his otherwise simple life. Maybe that was all he was really after: the sense of feeling something, anything at all.
But that was too much to go into as he gulped and paced, eyes wide and snapping from one end of the road to the other, taking note of the few passers-by who didn't seem to have anything better to do on a national holiday. No, no... They could find another car, a safer car, not one like that!
"Charles... I know you gotta do what you gotta do...but this one is too much!"
Clicking his tongue rather dismissively up against the roof of his mouth, Charles checked the alarm. Too much to simply unlock the door from the inside, that one would take just a little more finesse... But he was always up for a challenge. And wasn't the very notion of having a challenge to take on just what made things all the more interesting in the end? Ah, anything simpler would have been boring!
"They wouldn't leave it out here if they cared about it," he said, as if that made the matter of stealing it, somehow, okay. "It won't take long. But these always have a little bit of a weak spot. Watch and learn, my friend, watch and learn..."
Soren didn't want to see what Charles was doing, fearing that, somehow, he would implicate himself in the act, even if he was, of course, already implicated. If they were caught, he'd well enough be an accomplice and, well, that would be that for him. Career, gone. Family...well, that side wouldn't matter all that much for him but it would most certainly screw up his career and the rest of his life. Maybe it was worth it. Either way, he kept his back to Charles, pretending he was some kind of lookout while the job was underway, although he wasn't much of one, when all was said and done.
"And...here...we...go!"
Putting a little dramatic flair on the last word, Charles pumped a closed fist triumphantly and opened the door, giving a little bow as if he was a performer who, at that very moment in time, was particularly pleased with his work. And, just like that, although Soren could not have said just how he did it (good lord, he didn't want to know...) the car was open, the leather interior scented so sweetly that it was very clear that it was a new vehicle. A new vehicle that someone would miss if it disappeared but that was hardly something that Charles would be all that bothered thinking about when he'd set his sights on something.
"And this..."
Of course, there would not solely an exterior deterrent to thieving the vehicle, oh no: there was far more at play than just that. A computer system required the key to be inserted or at least near but Charles had earlier boasted that he was proficient at that even as Soren tried, once again, to persuade him to find something else. Sure, a battered old pickup truck wasn't exactly the swankiest thing to take off for a quick joy ride but it was still something and something was, sometimes, all that they needed.
Yet not that time. Charles had his heart set on the Lambo and that's what he was going to get, cursing and muttering under his breath as he slipped up just a bit and let his facade fade. He was not truly as smooth and as slick as he professed to be but he still had a task at hand and waved Soren off dismissively as he mumbled something that could have been considered persuasive to a lesser soul.
"There we have it!"
Proudly, Charles slapped the dashboard and laughed, the sound echoing strangely outside the car as if he had deliberately managed to project his voice. Soren jumped and spat a swear that was most unlike him but there was little more to be done as his friend cheered himself on.
"Anti-theft... Pswah!" He spat derisively, although his lips curved up on one side into a salacious smirk, smug at his own prowess. "No sex job, no problem https://rottenhayato.com/ !"
Whatever that was supposed to mean (he was prone to coming out with lines that, while they sounded impressive, weren't always immediately clear in their meaning), the job was well enough one and whatever the owners had put onto the car to deter any thieves had not worked in the slightest. That was, however, just why Charles was so damn good at his chosen lifestyle, even if it really did go outside the bounds of the law. The engine rumbled into life like the snarl of a wild animal and Soren shook his head, hungry for the thrill but, perhaps, not the potential consequences of it.
"Get in, would you?"
Besides, Charles had some rubber to burn.
"Come on, now," Soren said, pressing the matter as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, the dirty-blonde strands getting a little bit too long (he may well put it back into a buzz-cut soon). "You've had your fun. If we're going to damn well do this, let's find another less obvious car, alright? It's too big, too obvious... You know someone will be looking for this!"
But it wasn't the fact that someone would be looking for the Lambo if it went missing that Charles had in mind but the idea that everyone would be looking at him. Of course, it was late afternoon on a holiday day and there were not many around to begin with even as a winter chill nipped at the air. Snow was yet to come in New York, although they hadn't had all that many truly bad winters in comparison to the rest of the country and, of course, other states better positioned for cold snaps to bite and take hold. Yet the time was quiet and he could just about imagine that he was on a track, taking advantage of life good and proper, the wheel cool and slick beneath his hands, gloves gripping firmly. Imagining it, his smirk deepened and he cast Soren a wink, his slim frame, at least, suited for the light car and just how he imagined it would handle. Soon, he would know for himself too.
"Psh, you worry too much!" Charles rolled his eyes, a hand comfortably on the hood of the Lambo; one could have been mistaken for thinking that he owned it himself. "And what's the point in not having a little fun from time to time?"
Soren shifted his weight anxiously, rubbing the stubble on his chin - a late afternoon shadow of blonde that could not be swept away or hidden, no matter how carefully he tried to shave. He was rarely unshaven, though Charles did so like to make fun of him for it if he ever did let his appearance slip even in a so-called 'manly' and 'masculine' regard. That was just one of the things that kept him smart and primed, always on spec and looking as suave as he, at least somewhat, hoped to appear.
That didn't stop him from combing his fingers through his hair, swallowing hard and giving every appearance of being a much younger man, inexperienced in the ways of life even if his career, admittedly, was off to a good start. He could do so many things but there was always a sense of something missing in his life, as was the case for so many other young men in the city too, so it was hardly as if he found himself the odd one out, struggling to seat himself in a reality of his choosing. But, perhaps, running with the wrong crowd wasn't going to get him there, even if Charles never once failed to add a slice of variety to his otherwise simple life. Maybe that was all he was really after: the sense of feeling something, anything at all.
But that was too much to go into as he gulped and paced, eyes wide and snapping from one end of the road to the other, taking note of the few passers-by who didn't seem to have anything better to do on a national holiday. No, no... They could find another car, a safer car, not one like that!
"Charles... I know you gotta do what you gotta do...but this one is too much!"
Clicking his tongue rather dismissively up against the roof of his mouth, Charles checked the alarm. Too much to simply unlock the door from the inside, that one would take just a little more finesse... But he was always up for a challenge. And wasn't the very notion of having a challenge to take on just what made things all the more interesting in the end? Ah, anything simpler would have been boring!
"They wouldn't leave it out here if they cared about it," he said, as if that made the matter of stealing it, somehow, okay. "It won't take long. But these always have a little bit of a weak spot. Watch and learn, my friend, watch and learn..."
Soren didn't want to see what Charles was doing, fearing that, somehow, he would implicate himself in the act, even if he was, of course, already implicated. If they were caught, he'd well enough be an accomplice and, well, that would be that for him. Career, gone. Family...well, that side wouldn't matter all that much for him but it would most certainly screw up his career and the rest of his life. Maybe it was worth it. Either way, he kept his back to Charles, pretending he was some kind of lookout while the job was underway, although he wasn't much of one, when all was said and done.
"And...here...we...go!"
Putting a little dramatic flair on the last word, Charles pumped a closed fist triumphantly and opened the door, giving a little bow as if he was a performer who, at that very moment in time, was particularly pleased with his work. And, just like that, although Soren could not have said just how he did it (good lord, he didn't want to know...) the car was open, the leather interior scented so sweetly that it was very clear that it was a new vehicle. A new vehicle that someone would miss if it disappeared but that was hardly something that Charles would be all that bothered thinking about when he'd set his sights on something.
"And this..."
Of course, there would not solely an exterior deterrent to thieving the vehicle, oh no: there was far more at play than just that. A computer system required the key to be inserted or at least near but Charles had earlier boasted that he was proficient at that even as Soren tried, once again, to persuade him to find something else. Sure, a battered old pickup truck wasn't exactly the swankiest thing to take off for a quick joy ride but it was still something and something was, sometimes, all that they needed.
Yet not that time. Charles had his heart set on the Lambo and that's what he was going to get, cursing and muttering under his breath as he slipped up just a bit and let his facade fade. He was not truly as smooth and as slick as he professed to be but he still had a task at hand and waved Soren off dismissively as he mumbled something that could have been considered persuasive to a lesser soul.
"There we have it!"
Proudly, Charles slapped the dashboard and laughed, the sound echoing strangely outside the car as if he had deliberately managed to project his voice. Soren jumped and spat a swear that was most unlike him but there was little more to be done as his friend cheered himself on.
"Anti-theft... Pswah!" He spat derisively, although his lips curved up on one side into a salacious smirk, smug at his own prowess. "No sex job, no problem https://rottenhayato.com/ !"
Whatever that was supposed to mean (he was prone to coming out with lines that, while they sounded impressive, weren't always immediately clear in their meaning), the job was well enough one and whatever the owners had put onto the car to deter any thieves had not worked in the slightest. That was, however, just why Charles was so damn good at his chosen lifestyle, even if it really did go outside the bounds of the law. The engine rumbled into life like the snarl of a wild animal and Soren shook his head, hungry for the thrill but, perhaps, not the potential consequences of it.
"Get in, would you?"
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