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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 9, 2011 20:22:30 GMT 2
"You wouldn't want me as your brother, let me tell you that." He focussed on his next shot and actually sank two at once. Growing pretty self confident he looked at Jack for a second who had that cocky grin on his face that Brian really like to wipe off his lips. "My drinking skills are good but I heard yours aren't bad either." No way he'd loose or back out of a stupid challenge like that. It would only fuel Jacks smart ass remarks so he made two more ball dissapear with one shot, winked at Jack and said. "Game on." Then he handed Rose his keys. "Hang on to those for me, will ya?"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2011 23:46:47 GMT 2
Rose watched the two as she looked at Brian "You really think I couldn't handle you?" She shook her head as she smirked "I've been a gymnist my entire life and I've been put through hell and back to be the best" She took Brian's keys "Just don't ask for them back. If you drunk enough your not driving" She put the keys into her pocket as she sat there watching the two "And I told you V is enough of a handle for a brother"
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 10, 2011 19:12:03 GMT 2
"I beleive that any day." Brian nodded and sank another ball, this time it was striped though. "Wonderful." He muttered and grabbed the shot Jack had ordered for himself. "Number one." He tipped his head back and enjoyed the burn of the Whiskey. Then he stepped back to give Jack some room and turned his attention on Rose. "So how are you paying your bills now?"
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 11, 2011 23:27:06 GMT 2
Jack grinned widely as he watched his brother tip back his last shot. After numerous half assed attempts from the both of them, it was him who had finally managed to pocket the eight ball. Not in the corner he had actually called it, but Brian was too wasted to notice anyway, and he was too wasted to give shit about playing fair.. not that he did give a shit when he was sober, but that was a different story.
"You play as bad as you drive, bro!" He laughed as he tossed his cue on the pool table. He flicked the piece of chalk away from the two twenty bills with thumb and index finger before shoving the money in his pocket, still sporting the grin on his face. Damn, it felt good to be alive for a change, even if his brain wouldn't agree in the morning. But that was why they invented aspirin.. or a shovel to his head to knock him out again if necessary.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 12, 2011 8:04:07 GMT 2
With his mind spinning and his hands not even close to doing what he needed them to do it wasn't a big surprise that he had lost but when Jack called him a bad driver Brian lifted the cue and chased Jack around the table. "Take that back before I shove those words back in your grinning face!" Quickly he tackled Jack and put him in a head lock. Of course he rubbed his knuckles over his head, messing up the precious hair and then squeezed Jacks nose between his fingers before he spun around, zig zagged his way to the bar and ordered two more shots. "I think you two had enough." The guy behind the bar said. "Do you want a cab?" "No!" So Brian made his way back to Jack and Rose and pointed at him and then whispered in his ear. "Let's go, I'll show you who's a bad driver."
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 13, 2011 0:13:49 GMT 2
Jack placed an arm around his brother's shoulder, grinning widely as he nodded. "Now there's the spirit, bro. Finally coming to terms with your suck ass driving, huh?" He laughed as he took his revenge, rubbing his own knuckles over Brian's head before he let go. He might have had a few, more than a few.. but he was still a fan of his personal space
Pushing Brian toward the exit of the bar, he once more burst out laughing when they reached the rust bucket his brother still managed to call a car. It was sad really. The Skyline had been an awesome piece of machinery even compared to his Evo, but this was just.. well, if he was honest.. quite hilarious.
"What are you hoping to prove it this, man?"
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 13, 2011 0:22:26 GMT 2
Brian stumbled out of the bar behind Jack and almost against the beautiful shit brown paint of his car. He hugged the car and rolled onto his back leaning against the side of the car. "No dissing my beautiful oldie. I can take you any day." He fumbled around his pocket in search of his keys when it dawned on his that Rose had them. "Shit. Rose has my keys. Give me yours!" He waved his fingers for Jack to toss him the keys.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 13, 2011 1:12:39 GMT 2
Jack raised his eyebrows and snorted. "You're shitting me, right? Your hands are never touching the Evo's steering wheel again, my brother." He smirked, clapping Brian on the shoulder as he eyed the old car. No keys.. since when was that even a problem when he was around? He had jacked enough cars in his 'younger' days, half way down piss drunk or not, he had never failed.
"Alright, watch and learn is all I'm saying.." He pushed his brother aside, and made sure his elbow was covered by his shirt before he smashed the driver's side window in. Reaching his hand in with a smirk on his face, he opened the door and wiped some of the glass from the seat before he sat down. His hand reached under the dash near the steering wheel next, finding what he was looking for as he bend to be able to see what he was doing. He pulled the needed wires out, stripped them enough with his teeth and twisted the two reds together before touching the ends against the brown a few times until the engine rumbled to life completely, revving just a little to keep it from stalling.
"Who needs keys, when you got skills.." He grinned as he pulled himself from the now idling car. "Hope you weren't too attached to your window, bro."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 13, 2011 13:41:00 GMT 2
With his head cocked sideways he watched his brother 'work'. Usually he would have delivered a good speech to him for knocking in his window but he was too drunk and only chuckled in amusement. Shaling his head he slipped into the drivers seat after Jack got out and remarked. "That's the kind of skills that earn you a nice, permanent home with barred windows, Jackie." He revved the engine and pulled onto the road leaving Jack standing on the street. At the next set of lights he shouted through the broken window to his brother who had come to a stop on his left. "You could have at least broken into a better car to make our race a little more even." He chuckled fully convinced that no matter how bad the car was he would still beat his drunken brother behind the wheel. No for one second did he think about 'don't drink and drive'.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 13, 2011 18:03:46 GMT 2
Jack pulled the Evo to a skidding stop next to the rust bucket owned by his brother, and leaned a little over the passengers seat toward the open window. "And what do you suggest, bro? We go shopping for a new one? I heard there's a nice impound lot a few blocks up." He shouted back, and snorted amusingly at the thought alone. Now that would book both of them a nice room in hotel California.. if they got busted that was.
"Just drive this one, man! We both know you suck anyway, and this way you can at least blame your car!" He grinned widely as he revved the engine, the Evo roaring willingly underneath him. He just wanted to take the damn car out for a spin, show Brian he wasn't the only O'Conner with a heavy foot. Ever since he had moved to LA, they'd never had a change to actually go up against each other, which was a damned shame in itself.
"I'll buy you an ice cream with sprinkles if you race me tonight, sweetcakes!" He laughed loudly as he held up his brother's twenty. Yeah, he was just talking bull now, but at least he was enjoying himself.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 13, 2011 19:18:40 GMT 2
"Sprinkles, I just can't resist!" Brian shouted over the noise of Jack's engine. It wasn't the ice cream but the chance to actually race Jack that seemed incredibly tempting. Too tempting to actually think any further about consequences. Who said Jack was the only one who could make careless decisions, especially when wasted. He really wanted to put his foot down but not on the pedal of this disgrace. Even he didn't stand a chance against the Evo, not with 50 hp tops.
Leaning his elbow out the window he attempted a smart ass remark but had to draw it back because of the remainder of broken glass. "Shit." He slurred.
Then he gave Jack the finger and stated. "Show me that lot, sis."
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 14, 2011 17:37:39 GMT 2
Jack laughed while he raised his own middle finger, revving the engine once more. "Follow me, and don't be looking at my fine ass too much!" He grinned, saluting his brother with his middle finger.
He popped the gear in to first, and he cheered as the Evo peeled from it's spot. He didn't need to check his rear view mirror to know Brian could barely keep up, even if he was driving close-ish to the speed limits. Grinding through a lower gear in a way that would usually have him cringe in shame, he took the last turn in a half assed attempted drift. Showing off was for later, or for when he was more sober..
The Evo's tires screeched over the tarmac when he pulled the car to a stop near the walls surrounding the impound lot, and he waited for Brian to do the same before he got out, his eyes wandering toward the wall. He figured if they parked his brother's car close to it, they could climb on top of the roof, climb over the wall.. and maybe try not break anything on the way down at the other side. It wasn't a water proof plan, but who needed waterproof tonight.
"I sincerely hope you brought some dog biscuits, bro." He smirked, shooting his brother a wink before he moved to climb on to the old car. There'd probably be a dog or two, maybe three on the other side..
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 14, 2011 17:54:54 GMT 2
Brian followed Jack onto the top of his car grinning like a school boy. He was excited. After all he hadn't done anything useless and stupid like this for ages and simply had fun doing it plus he 'needed' a car. "The roofs swaying." He muttered while he was looking down at his feet and then up at the wall. "I have a left over sandwich from work." He held it up. "Think the biests like tuna?" Behind the wall they could suddenly really hear barking-hopefully still far away. At least no lights came on. "Bro, how do we get out?" Then he pointed at a camera that was set up a little further down.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 14, 2011 19:22:11 GMT 2
Jack glanced sideways and his brow furrowed when his eyes landed on the sandwich. He hated fish.. "If they don't like it, I'm sure the smell will put them off." He mumbled as he grabbed the sandwich carefully, throwing it over the wall as far as he could before he wiped his hand on his brother.
"The way we always get out, bro. Through the front door." He smirked before he jumped up, grabbed a hold of the ledge and pulled himself up further, mindful of the barbed wire. Setting his foot safely on the wire, he looked down before his eyes wandered further up the yard toward the scuffling dogs. Yeah.. this was a bad idea. But! No pain no game, and definitely no chickening out.
"Come on, man. Coast is clear" -ish He mumbled as he motioned toward his brother. Pushing himself off of the wall, he landed on the roof of the car beneath him with a thud a little louder than he wanted it to be, but the dogs still seemed to be more preoccupied with the sandwich and each other, at least for now. Thank god...
"Come on!" He hissed again, keeping his voice low. If he wanted to make it out without any teeth marks in his ass, he was going to need someone who ran slower than him, and this time that someone just happened to be his brother. It was after all Brian's idea to 'get' a new car, even if he had spurred it on like nothing else himself and took the lead in this.. mission.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 14, 2011 19:45:53 GMT 2
It was perfectly okay for Brian that Jack dropped into the lions den first. He could test the water for him. Seeing how easily Jack made it over Brian pulled himself up on the ledge, stood up a little unbalanced and jumped without hesitation-not on the roof of the car but straight onto the hood, which bucked him off like a bronc. At least he remembered topull out the wire of the camera before it could catch them. Brushing the dust off him he looked around the dark lot to where Jack was heading. He could still hear the sounds of the dogs but not see them yet so he made a run for it as well as he could. >Brian still wasn't as fast as he used to be but at least he could run again. Catching up with his brother he spotted an old Porsche and headed straight for it. But soon enough a RX 7 caught his attention in between a whole bunch of boring family cars and he couldn't take his eyes of it any more. "What are you waiting for, Jack? That's the one!" He motioned for his brother to come over and kept an eye out for security and dogs. Suddenly the barking of a dog seemed pretty damn close. "You gotta be a little faster than usually."
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 14, 2011 21:12:43 GMT 2
Jack groaned at his brother's choice of car, rubbing a hand over his face. A RX 7.. oh yeah, easy peasy. "You want that one and you want it fast? Get the key." He mumbled dryly and snorted as he eyed the car once more. He didn't have tools, nor was he in any way clear headed enough to even think on how to bypass additional security like key recognition and all that bullshit, if he even could.
A low growl met his hears, and he turned around only to come face to face with an unfriendly looking rottweiler. He slowly held one hand out, keeping it low as if to calm the growling dog while his other hand grabbed Brian's arm. "Dude.. Whatever you do, don't move.." He mumbled as he took one small step back, the dog taking a step forward while it gritted it's teeth. Not part of the plan..
A nervous smile formed on his face before he bolted away from the animal. "Good luck, man! I think he likes you!" He shouted over his shoulder, laughing loudly as he left his brother standing. Brian was the dog person between the two of them, wasn't he? His brother should be able to handle himself, and while the dogs were distracted, maybe he could find the storage where the keys were kept.. That, or he'd just get the fuck out of here in one piece, and without permanent imprints in his ass.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 14, 2011 21:30:57 GMT 2
Brian froze when the dog showed up only five steps away. Holding his breath he tried to think of a quick way out when Jack suddenly dashed across the yard. "What the...where are you going?!" At least the dog turned his attention away from him long enough for Brian to pick up his feet and run in the opposite direction. As fast as he could he leaped on top of one of the older cars. From there he ran onto the hood and jumped onto the next car. The Rottweiler followed him on the side of the cars. Occasionally he jumped up and one time came awefully close to Brians foot.
"Jack, get back here!" He screamed. Why would the stupid ass leave him alone with a freaking guard dog...two freaking guard dogs. The barking had attracted another pooch who was equally ugly and unfriendly.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 14, 2011 22:47:23 GMT 2
Jack laughed, hearing his brother's yellings while he jumped and slid over the hood of a car to get to the other side. "Quit your bitching, man! You're gonna wake the whole neighborhood up with your girly screams!" He shouted back as he beelined through the parked cars, moving toward the only building on the lot. They probably already had with the ruckus they were making, he was just glad he hadn't faced a loaded shot gun yet.
He ducked low when he reached the small building, pressing his back against the wall below the window while he caught his breath for a moment. Damned smoking, damned alcohol.. Taking in a deeper breath, he waited a minute longer before he slowly moved to look through the window above him. One security guard, leaning lazily back in his chair, and apparently the man was listening to music judging by the bobbing head movements. He snorted before he sank down to his previous position. Somewhere in that room were the keys, he'd only need to find them..
He lifted his head slightly to see Brian through the darkness, jumping from one car to the next with the dogs following every move. He whistled on his fingers, trying to get his brother's attention while he wisely refrained from shouting. He couldn't get his hands on those fucking keys all by his damned self, could he!
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 14, 2011 23:12:00 GMT 2
Brian stopped on top of one car when he heard the whistle. His head turned towards the direction where he spotted Jack crouching down next to a window. "What the..." He shouted but lowered his voice. So Jack was actually trying to get the keys. "Forget it, man. let's just take the old Porsche." If his brother thought he was going to run across the yard with two bloodhounds on his ass he was out of his mind. Plus there was a freaking guard in there...that would have to be distracted.
Strange sounds were interrupting his musical enjoyment so the night guard scratched his nuts and then took the headphones of. "Damn dogs, barking again." He grabbed his gun and opened the door yelling. "Shut up, Bouncer!" The sudden movement made his double chin jiggle. Then he quickly glared into the dark but his eyes didn't adjust that fast so he stepped into the dark, cocked his shot gun and whistled. "Come here, Bouncer, Travis"
The dogs barked at Brian, who had thrown himself flat onto the roof, and then obeyed the order and trotted towards the guard.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on May 15, 2011 14:06:07 GMT 2
Jack pressed his back further against the wall when the door opened and cursed under his breath when the security guard stepped outside. Either he was screwed now, or.. The guard moved further in to the dark, and he waited with bated breath a moment longer before he inched slowly closer toward the open door. Stupid or not, this was his chance to get the keys.. He'd show his brother which O'Conner had more balls.
He silently slipped inside and headed straight toward the desk where he soon found the inventory list on paper. "Old school.. I like it." He mumbled as he pulled the inventory closer toward him. "Alright..Mazda, Mazda, Mazda.." He muttered as his finger trailed over the columns on the paper, trying to find the RX on the list. His finger stopped and a smirk moved over his face. 178-1, bingo. Grabbing two paperclips from the desk, he bend them in the shape he needed them to be while he kept half an eye on the door before he bend down toward the locked drawers. He quickly picked the lock of the drawer, opened it and browsed through the folders, pulling number 178-1 out not long after.
"Please sign here.." He snickered as he retrieved the key from it's folder. It had been a long, long time since he had felt this alive, and damn it if he wasn't loving it. "Sorry Mr.. however you pronounce that name, your car is mine now.." Dropping the empty folder on the desk, he made his way out less cautious and more cocky than he should have.
"I got 'em!" He cheered as he proudly held the keys up, ducking his head when the side mirror of the car next to him shattered. Was he being fucking shot at?! He glanced sideways, and let out a low groan when he found the security guard standing a distance away, hands outstretched and holding a gun. Yep.. he was being shot at.
"Fucking move your ass, man!" He yelled, keeping his head low as he dashed passed his brother and in the general direction he recalled the RX being in. The dogs had been funny, bullets flying passed his head.. not so much, no matter how much he had drank.
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