The Gig [Finished]

[accalia]

"You won't lose a finger, not while i still breathe, now we're going to case this place, and then we're going to figure out a plan, one that does not involve murder."

Okay, it was a little corny and hero sounding, but yeah Tony totally meant that promise.

[yamikuronue]

"The Lone Ranger isn't real either. You can't just rewrite the world until you like what it is." Vic blushes faintly, feeling ashamed of herse-- himself. Isn't that what you're trying to do? Rewrite yourself into a boy?

[accalia]

"Could once. Did once. Time to see if i can do it again." Tony states. Yep, he firmly believes that this is indeed the case. He genuinely believes that he already has changed the world...

[yamikuronue]

"Yeah? World seems pretty bad to me, that your fault?"

[accalia]

"Couldn't change the whole world." Tony admits "And it sicked before, so.... Probably not."

Tony's given up on trying to convince Vic all in one go and eases his way back out into traffic. He'll at least look at this place.... maybe he can do something without killing anyone.

[yamikuronue]

Vic shuts the door as the car starts to move, not wanting to take his chances in traffic. "While you're at it, can you give me a nightstick like a Negro?" Vic jokes, his tone sullen despite the dark humor.

[accalia]

Tony frowns at the slur. Yes he knows it's the "socially accepted" word, but that doesn't make it nice.... at least not to Tony's view.

Still he does reach behind Vic's seat for a moment before dropping an officer's baton in Vic's lap.

"Well, since Captain white has one almost exactly like this one... Yeah i can."

Yeah, Tony knows what Vic meant, but he's not going to let the kid know that.

[yamikuronue]

Vic rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."

[accalia]

"Can't say that I do." Lies Tony as he continues to navigate traffic.

[yamikuronue]

"A dodger. A joystick. You know." Vic gestures toward his lap.

[accalia]

"Hey, whatever you're packing down there ain't no concern of mine. Talk to a doc maybe if it's not up to standards."

[yamikuronue]

"It's fine!" snaps Vic. "Just, you know, could be better."

[accalia]

"Kid, ain't nobody that wouldn't say that. You'll be just fine. Keep the baton, though. filled with lead shot, good for breaking arms of fighty perps, or for sending them to see the sandman for an hour or so."

[yamikuronue]

If only you knew.

Vic picks up the baton, fiddling with it between his fingers for most of the drive, getting used to the heft of it. The directions take them to a rundown house, set back from the road by an expanse of weed-filled lawn, well apart from its neighbors. There was a man on the porch holding a shotgun, and the sounds of conversation and hammering from within indicating at least two others doing renovations on the interior.

[accalia]

Vic gives the place the once over then nods and drives on.

"Interesting thing about houses in this part of town. Lot of them have external fuel tanks for their heaters. That makes things easy. need a bit of black powder, and your gas, and we can make that tank get up and dance."