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| Passing Judgment | |
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| Participants | Penny, Millz, Sludge (NPC) |
| Synopsis | Millz tries to holla' at some prissy chick. Argument ensues. |
| Location | East Village |
| Time | 12 - 30 - 2015 |
| Posted By | Millz |
"Nah, man. I'm sayin' fuck that shit. I ain't even tryin' to hear that shit. Talkin' 'bout you can't hire me cuz of my tatts. You just a fuckin' hater, that's all." Apparently, the Wigga With Attitude is recounting a story in which he was trying to get a job with someone, somewhere and it didn't turn out too well. Which is probably why he's taking a couple hits of the blunt in his hand and then passing it over to the right.
Sludge, that's the name of the dripping mutant that's sitting on the stoop next to Millz. He's made up of some drippy, slimey, mud-like substance and he's gripping the blunt up next. "Word." is all his deep baritone voice comes out with as an agreement, before he's taking hits of the ganja and letting the smoke pass through his liquid-ish body. He don't even need no nostrils.
This is definitely not Penny's usual hood, and it shows. The petite blonde could not look more out of place if she were dancing the Charleston with a duck on her head. She's not though. She's just stepping out of St. Brigid's after having dropped off a box of clothing for charity. Hey, she cares about the little people too! Just not the weird ones. Or the really gross ones. This place does have quite a lot of those though, which is why she's high-stepping it off down the street, away from the church. Her cute little coat is bundled tightly around her for warmth as she happens along the stretch of sidewalk not far from the man with tats and his melting friend.
Sludge starts to cough up a non-existant lung at the sight of Penny. "Oh shit, son! Peep game!" And the big sloppy hand of Sludge gets splattered against the shoulder of Millz.
"Yo! Watch that! My hoodie, dogg!" Millz cracks a smile at this, before looking at the blunt and then raising an eyebrow as he draws his eyes towards the female walking by. "Damn, look at that ass." Even with that coat of fail, there's curvature to be seen by the Eyes of High. "Watch me get that." And an elbow is shoved into Sludge, before Millz attempts to get the girl's attention with a loud whistle.
"Yerp! Yo, shawty!" Oh dear lord. "Psst! Come holla' at 'cha boy!"
It's enough to get her to stop short. There's a long pause before Penny slowly turns on her heel to face the two … people. But she doesn't seem exactly hot for what the boys are selling, giving them a rather imperious look. "Did you just … whistle at me?" she inquires in a tone which very strongly suggests that the correct answer is and will always be 'no'. Sludge gets noticed then and she can't help but make a bit of a face at the sight of him. Really, Penny's not sure which one of them is worse.
Millz is already standing up and taking the final hit of that weed, before flicking it off into the air. Sludge spots it and shoots off a piece of slime from his body, slapping the roach out of the air and bringing it with some show-offness to a splattering halt next to Penny's shoe.
"It got you to stop, din't it?" Millz reaches up to pull back his hood a little bit, as he makes his approach towards the girl. "Where you goin', lookin' like a sore thumb wit' a nice ass, huh?" By this point, Sludge has started to slide off the stoop and is sliding off after Millz. Wingman!
As Millz and his monster of a friend begin to approach on her, Penny takes a step back before coming up short to hold her ground. And then she side-steps to get away from that splattering thing landing next to her shoe. Hey, these are expensive. Her disgusted gaze flickers down at the splatter before coming back up to Millz and flickering uncertainly to Sludge. "Uh, away from here," she replies to that question of his.
Millz stops himself short, holding up a hand to keep Sludge from invading the girl's personal space. He can't have her running off down the street yelling for a cop or something. Not that any would come, but, whatever. "Aight, baby, damn. Chill. Me and my mans was jus' tryin' to say wassup." Millz explains, holding out his hands.
"I'm not your baby," Penny points out, being rather difficult about this whole thing. But then, she does like to argue. Her eyebrows arch. "And maybe you and your 'mans' here are the ones who need to chill." Whether the sarcastic quotation marks in her voice are for the slang or because she doesn't consider Sludge an actual man… "I'm just trying to get home."
"For real? Yo, my mans Sludge here can get you home quick, slick and lickity split. I'm sayin', walkin' gonna' take forever. We ride the Sludge Train and you'll be there before you even notice it." Millz has no qualms about laying it on thick about what Sludge can do. Millz cracks a big ol' smile at this point to show that he's not trying to rob her or something.
Penny gives Sludge a dubious look, and then Millz an even more dubious one. "Uh, no thanks." She draws her purse in a little closer, hefting it up higher on her shoulder. "I'd prefer to…" Eat glass. "…walk." She takes another half-step back, in case Sludge decides to go ahead and sludge her anyway. Ugh.
"This ain't the safest hood, baby. Walkin' 'round here like you just stepped outta' A Chorus Line only gonna' make you a target. I'm tryin' to make sure you even even make it to ya' house." Millz frowns, wrapping his arms up across his chest and he ponders. He doesn't advance on the retreating woman. Not yet. "Aight, fine. Least let us walk ya' back to ya' house."
"Funny, since everyone else was leaving me alone until you decided I needed your help," Penny points out, beginning to get a little annoyed with this idea that she somehow can't look after herself. But she casts a quick glance around, considering the offer. And then considering Sludge. "Fine. You can walk me to the end of this forsaken neighbourhood." But he's not learning where she lives, no sir. "Try anything though and you'll be sorry." Yes, tremble in fear of the tiny woman.
"Bet!" Millz spins backwards to raise a hand to Sludge and there's the huge splattering of mud that goes every which way from the excited high five. Of course, Millz is already spinning back around and stepping up again to plant himself next to Penny. "So. You gonna' tell me your name or is this going to be one of those long, silent walks?" He grins and speeds up a step, so that he can spin around and watch her while waltzing backwards. "I'm Millz, by the way."
The look that Penny gives him would suggest she'd prefer the silent walk. But then that would require her not to talk, and she's not so good at that. Or maybe the look was just because of the splattery high-five. Ew. "Penny," she replies after a pause, to give Sludge another wary look. She keeps up the pace now that they're moving, not really wanting to dally. "Millz is an … unusual name," she notes, because she has to say something.
Dallying may not be such a good idea, considering that Sludge is sliming his way after them. He's sticking close enough to hear the conversation, but he's keeping enough distance to see if he can't give his hombre some space. He knows Millz is trying to get his mack on. "Ah, yeah. It's my nickname. You know, how ya' name is probably short of Penzoil or some shit like that." Millz shrugs and then stops, spinning to walk alongside her again. "Yo, why you wearin' these iced out shoulder pads to me right now? I'm just tryin' to holla' at you, cuz I think you fine as hell."
"Penzoil? Yeah, where I come from people have actual names. It's short for Penelope. It's Greek? From the Odyssey? Stop me if anything sounds familiar…" Her eyebrow arches as Millz calls her on being a bit frigid here. But: "Does that ever work on any girl, ever?" She crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head a bit. "Knock it off with the lame come ons and I'll, uh, what's the word? Chillax?" Yeah, she really shouldn't try to say that.
Millz cringes at the fact that this girl is trying to use his slanguage. "Okay, okay. Just don't be tryin' to say chillax ever again. Just… no." Millz cracks a bit of a smile and shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "So. You ain't weirded out by my friend back there? That's pretty cool. Most of the time? I don't get no play with Sludge 'round. Girls think he's too messy. I say they need to take him how he is. He's a big squishy teddy bear." Grin.
Penny actually grins just a little at that, shrugging her shoulders. She feels no shame at being a very white chick. The smile fades as he points out Sludge again, which earns the visible mutant another wary look. "Uh," is her only initial response. "Well, you aren't getting any play here. So interpret that how you will." She turns away from the Sludge-monster with a roll of her shoulders. "Why hang around with him then?" she goes on, figuring the practicality of that. Not that he'd be getting any play without the mutant either.
"We're friends. Why wouldn't I hang out with him?" It almost sounds like he's oblivious to the fact that he's friends with a sludge monster. It just doesn't seem to compute. "Don't you—- wait. Let me guess. You're one of those Selective Friends types, aren't you? You pick and choose your friends based on how superficial they are or how much they follow you and do what you say…. shit like that?" Rolling his eyes, Millz suddenly doesn't seem to be too worried about getting any play. "I shoulda' known." He turns to look over his shoulder. "Yo, Sludge! We got us another Prissy Bitch Alert!"
"Because you just said-" Penny begins, but then he's already jumping to conclusions. "Wow, and I'm the judgemental one?" she points out, sounding affronted, even if Millz isn't exactly wrong. "Just because I'm not friends with the Creature from the Black Lagoon, don't think you know me." She glances back over her shoulder at said creature, but doesn't seem too worried about offending it.
Sludge rolls up a bit, trying to puff himself up to look like he's more than just a pile of Sludge slobbering down the street after them. However, after the comment of Black Lagoons, he finds himself shrinking back down the ground… and lingering back a bit more. Millz watches this and sighs. "See? You hurt his feelings." Millz doesn't seem like he's joking or anything right now, because he's very adamant about his friends. "You know what? I can't believe I wanted to tap that little ass you got. You people fuckin' irk the hell outta' me. Always thinkin' you're better than us because you got a trust fund. Or because you shop at Saks. Or Tiffany's or wherever. You're the reason why I do what I do." His feet come to a halt, as he no longer wants to walk this chick out. "Maybe you should keep ya' charity to yourself next time. We don't want ya' hand-me-downs in our neighborhood."
"Oh, come on. You don't know you look like … how you look?" Penny points out, finally addressing Sludge directly for the first time. "They do have mirrors around here, right?" She looks back to Millz then, rolling her own eyes in turn. "And you're the one who brought up his looks first," she points out, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, that's great. So you speak for the whole neighbourhood now? Nice of you to volunteer them all to sacrifice so you can make whatever point it is that you think you're making. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. So stop thinking that you do."
"I don't need to know you! I know where you're from! You all sit up there on your pedestals and take pity on us down here in the Real World. Every couple of months you feel guilty, especially if there's a holiday around the corner, so you run out and donate to charities or help at soup kitchens. Whatever you can do show your love for everyone. Bullshit! Because the next chance you get, you're writing all this shit off on your taxes. I know the game. My asshole of a father /is/ the game." Millz turns his back on Penny, making his way back to Sludge. "I just choose not to play. Not his. Not your. Not nobody's."
"Woah, woah, woah. I don't do this because I feel guilty. I do it because it's what I want to do, you presumptive ass." Okay, tiny wee blonde is loud when she's angry. Penny glares at his retreating back, Sludge getting a dirty look too, since he started it! "I don't know what sort of daddy-issues you have, but keep them the hell away from me. I've got enough of my own. And I don't know what the hell you're on about games for. You were the one who started all this trying to play me. So go back to thinking you're Mahatma Gandhi because you befriended a mutant on principle. Spare me the lecture next time though."
Oh. No. She. Didn't. Sludge even cringes at the last words that come from Penny and Millz eyes are lighting up with fury. "Oh, no the fuck you didn't just say that." His fists are clenched at this point and he whirls back around. Immediately, he's about to stomp off in her direction, but his feet just seem to be sliding him back in place. He doesn't even care, though, because his fingers are used to point. "Don't you ever come out ya' mouth about me or why I do what I do again or I swear to fuck I will make ruin you. You don't know shit about me or my friends. There's no principles here." Sludge has to add some more slick to the ground as Millz gets more angry. "I don't see humans. I don't see mutants. I see everyone the same. Except for bitches like you. Save the Mean Girls bullshit for someone who won't knock you into next week."
"Wow, threatening to beat up women. It just gets better and better," Penny replies, rolling her eyes at his drama queen actions. It takes her a moment to realize he's not actually getting any closer to her for all his stomping, which gets a brief, curious look before she dismisses it. "You want to make assumptions about me, then I'm allowed to make assumptions about you. You aren't some colour-blind hero to the people. And you have some serious issues. Anger management. Look it up." She pauses and then adds, "Lay a finger on me and I will press charges." She means it too.
"Don't worry 'bout that. I wouldn't touch you to save your life. I'd have Sludge do it. Just to piss you off even more." Millz calms himself down enough to turn around and start off in the opposite direction. Though, words keep coming from his mouth. "Crazy bitch gon' come down here and try to start some shit. Like she some Pretty Pretty Princess offering her services to save us poor mutants. What the hell is her problem?" Sludge slides up next to Millz as the two of them head back towards their stoop. "She was still cute." Millz frowns and then looks over at Sludge. "It's the ass, man. The ass. It was just beggin' to be grabbed!" Oh men. Laughter and high fives!
