Private and Selective Infamous: Second Son indie RP blog for Brent Walker. I track the tag brentwalker.
Just a quick note, a lot of my posts concern drug abuse and thing of the sort. So there are times that I will forget to tag.
But I try to tag it under tw; drugs as often as possible
“But I don’t want to, what if she bites my arm off?” The two were standing in the corner of the Burger King, Lara telling Brent that he should ask out the cashier. “This isn’t going to end well.”
Piper pursed her lips for a moment, her hands tucked away, deep in her pockets. God forbid she hurt him, especially if the water turned to ice.
"Brent.. please… I… I don’t want them to hurt ya…”
“It’s fine. You’re not going to hurt me.” Or at least he hoped, but he still moved closer towards her, “Gotta let me in if you want help, I’ve taken care of this before and I can do it again.”
Piper was shaking slightly, holding herself rather tightly. “Please… Get out… I.. It isn’t safe for you here..”
“Listen,” he put his hands up to show her he meant no harm and inched towards her slowly, “It’s okay, you just need to relax. I can help you with that. Being scared is only going to make it worse.”
“Would you believe me if I said all night,” the conduit replied, peering over to the stranger. He saw no problem with chilling in an alley for a while. “It’s a free country-or at least, it use to be..”
Isaac’s eyes lit up at the sound of neon, imagining the possibilities of the power. The conduit himself enjoyed putting on shows for himself using his power, but the neon would look a hell of a lot better. It’d be like fireworks except without the gunshot like should.
“Help? I mean, I’m not gonna use my powers to use a toaster, if that’s what you’re asking,” he snorted. “Forget it. Yeah, I’ll help. Whatever ya need, pal.”
“I don’t get the toaster part.” His eyebrows knitted up and he squinted a little, this talk about toasters really made him want some bread, or a sandwich… or just some food in general. “Wait, you will?” Truth be told Brent didn't really know what type of response he’d be getting from Isaac, but it was fantastic that he would be getting the help, she might not be hard to track but his sister was hard to pin down.
A little wave of relief went through him and he cracked a full smile for the first time, “I don’t know about you but I’m starving. You know any hot dog stands that are up and running at like 2 in the morning?”
Linking arms with him, the nineteen year old contently led him out of the station, and into the street. A light drizzle was falling, the rain not bothering her in the slightest, despite wearing shorts and a tanktop.
“So, how about that coffee?”
“There’s a nice place not too far from here or maybe that was not too far from where they picked me up.” He muttered referring to the cops, “We’re in Seattle if there’s a block without at least two coffeeshops then there’s something definitely wrong.” It didn’t matter which place they went to as long as they could find a nice table in the corner up against the store window and drink a hot cup of joe.
“So I don’t think you’ll ever believe how I got your number so I’ll probably just keep that little story to myself.”
She clicked her tongue softly, shaking her head. “I dunno. Gettin’ arrested kinda implies that ya are.”
The officer moved to open the holding cell and yank him out, the blonde nodding in thanks.
Brent scowled at the cop and pushed his hands off of him, the last thing in the world to gain his respect were cops, as if trying to raise Fetch wasn’t hard enough when they had cops gunning for their asses as well and the DUP.
“I guess it depends on how you look at it. Pretty sure they just got it in for me.” He grinned at her, “I’m sure this is all a big misunderstanding anyways. Because it is. Let’s get out of here, I fucking hate this place.”
