Third Person: Motorbaby knows it’s stupid, but every time the guys go out without her she gets scared. She’s nearly big enough to have her own blaster, she’s not supposed to still do kid things like cry. The guys are the best in the Zones, they’re the Fabulous Killjoys after all, even if Fun Ghoul always laughs like something hurts when she calls them that. They’ll come back, and they’ll have five drac masks each thrown in the back and more of their white blasters for her to color up like rainbows and Kobra Kid’ll ruffle her hair and give her his secret smile like he does when she’s been good and she’ll tell them what Dr. D said about the next shipment and when the next Mad Gear and Missile Kid show is, and can they go please please please?
She bets Fun Ghoul will take her, even if they have to sneak in disguised as Skele Khans again. She still has her bone face mask, and the tight hood they used to pin her hair down. They almost got caught when it got ripped off by the crowd, but once the music kicked in nobody cared who they were or how they got there. Nobody cared about fighting for a whole hour. Then the Dracs came busting in and they had to beat it, but they sang the old songs all the way home, even if she had to stop using the bad words in FTWWW once they met up with Party Poison. Fun Ghoul’s okay with her cursing, but it bothers Party, so she tries not to, for him.
She drags her radio out from behind the spare toolbox and snaps the new batteries Jet Star scavenged for her into place. Normally she can just hack any of the vending machines they pass, they haven’t started changing the locking combos for this month yet, and it’s easy peasy beany pie to pop them open, but she snapped one of the Vend-A-Hack’s cords, and Kobra hasn’t found her a new one yet.
Scanning the usual bands, she doesn’t hear any news about the guys, which is good, ‘cause if Korse found them he’d want it on all the pirate stations, just to show he’d taken them down and out for good. Not like that’s ever going to happen, but thinking that way gets her scared again, so she grabs Mr. Shogun with one arm, and spins the dial furiously until she gets to Dr. D’s channel. He’s just spinning some old Mad Gear tracks, nothing she knows really well, but it helps with cramming stupid threatening tears back in her eyes.
She’s still curled up with the radio, polishing Mr. Shogun’s backplate, when she hears the trans am pull up outside, crunching wheels almost drowned out by Fun Ghoul’s war whoop. Party Poison says that’s not a very smart way to make sure she knows it’s them, what if some Dracs heard him do it one day, but she knows there’s no Drac ever who could make that sound. They don’t have the guts for it, or the laughter he always breaks into at the end. She barks her head on the worktable jumping up, and nearly knocks over the bean cans running to the front windows, but she can’t care right now. The gang’s all here.
Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys : Motorbaby (2/2)
She bets Fun Ghoul will take her, even if they have to sneak in disguised as Skele Khans again. She still has her bone face mask, and the tight hood they used to pin her hair down. They almost got caught when it got ripped off by the crowd, but once the music kicked in nobody cared who they were or how they got there. Nobody cared about fighting for a whole hour. Then the Dracs came busting in and they had to beat it, but they sang the old songs all the way home, even if she had to stop using the bad words in FTWWW once they met up with Party Poison. Fun Ghoul’s okay with her cursing, but it bothers Party, so she tries not to, for him.
She drags her radio out from behind the spare toolbox and snaps the new batteries Jet Star scavenged for her into place. Normally she can just hack any of the vending machines they pass, they haven’t started changing the locking combos for this month yet, and it’s easy peasy beany pie to pop them open, but she snapped one of the Vend-A-Hack’s cords, and Kobra hasn’t found her a new one yet.
Scanning the usual bands, she doesn’t hear any news about the guys, which is good, ‘cause if Korse found them he’d want it on all the pirate stations, just to show he’d taken them down and out for good. Not like that’s ever going to happen, but thinking that way gets her scared again, so she grabs Mr. Shogun with one arm, and spins the dial furiously until she gets to Dr. D’s channel. He’s just spinning some old Mad Gear tracks, nothing she knows really well, but it helps with cramming stupid threatening tears back in her eyes.
She’s still curled up with the radio, polishing Mr. Shogun’s backplate, when she hears the trans am pull up outside, crunching wheels almost drowned out by Fun Ghoul’s war whoop. Party Poison says that’s not a very smart way to make sure she knows it’s them, what if some Dracs heard him do it one day, but she knows there’s no Drac ever who could make that sound. They don’t have the guts for it, or the laughter he always breaks into at the end. She barks her head on the worktable jumping up, and nearly knocks over the bean cans running to the front windows, but she can’t care right now. The gang’s all here.