MAD MAX SANDBOX POST

[iamawaited]

Welcome to the Wasteland: a sandbox/open post for Mad Max RP

(Seriously, go nuts.

That's what this canon is for.)

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[candeur]

He looks awful up close, like a strong gust of wind might knock him off his feet. Has he come off the street? He isn't a very good criminal. He's sizing her up, staring at her with bright eyes set deep into his face; probably thinks he can intimidate her into leaving him to his business. Unlikely.

"You aren't," Capable tells him firmly, and surprises herself by reaching out to grab the end of the jimmy bar quite without thinking. She gives it a tug, to try and take it out of his hand.

[iamawaited]

He looks down at the bar in her hand and lets out a growl that sounds very nearly feral. She's stronger than she looks -- but then again, gaunt though he may be, so is he.

He wrenches it back out of her hand. "It's been claimed," he tells her, quite seriously, taking a step back towards the car again. "It's coming with me."

[candeur]

"By who?" Capable sets her jaw, lowers her voice, as she's digging for her phone in her pocket. This situation is surreal, almost laughable. "That's my friend's car! Look," she tells him, follows him that step backwards and reaches out, this time to touch her fingertips briefly to the arm of his worn jacket.

"Look," she says again, pushes her hair back behind her ear and pulls her phone out, keeping it at her side with her thumb pressing against the buttons, ready to dial at a moment's notice, "My friends are only a couple walls away from here and they'll come looking for a fight if I call. Nobody needs to get hurt. You'd better go back to whomever told you to take this and tell them it's off the market. Okay?"

[iamawaited]

Nux startles again when her hand brushes his arm through his beaten leather jacket and twitches away, although there's really no room to pull back much. He stares at his arm, then at her -- and then in the phone in her hand. Oh, no. His stomach sinks, heart fluttering with sudden panic when he sees her thumb ready on the dialer.

He's under-prepared for this, it's very clear. He had been expecting it to be easy and quick: grab the car and get out quietly, before anyone could even notice it was gone. Now he's at an impasse. He can't go back to Joe empty-handed, and he can't call him from jail. Neither shame would be forgiven. Neither would be liveable.

So he does the only other thing he can think of. "No," he growls, and darts out a hand to grab her by the wrist, not really hard enough to hurt, but hopefully hard enough to make her drop the phone. He turns in almost the same movement, the jimmy bar in his other hand, and shoves it down beneath the window until he hears the click of the door. He tugs her towards it. "You'll just have to come with me."

[candeur]

"Hey–" she protests, hand jerking when he grabs her, phone slipping from her fingers to crack on the ground. She isn't worried about the phone (it's a sturdy little thing), but when she leans for it the boy gives her a little tug. He's surprisingly sturdy, considering his stature. Must be hiding all his strength in his wiry little arms; he tugs again and she nearly falls off balance, voice rising in alarm, "Hey! Cut it out!"

She fights him off with her elbow, throwing her free arm up between the both of them and tugging her hand, hard. The want to sort everything out by herself is warring hard with the urge to shout out for help, which she knows is nearby. The only thing stopping her is the mental image of Furiosa punching this poor, stupid kid right in the head. He doesn't know what he's doing– even now it feels like he's running on pure panic.

"Listen," she entreats him, voice a wavering hiss, "What are you doing? Whomever told you to steal a car wouldn't have wanted you to steal a girl as well!"

[iamawaited]

Wouldn't he? Nux isn't so sure about that. He's heard rumors that Joe likes beautiful women, and this one is very beautiful.

Although, he realizes, even as he starts trying to bundle her in the car, if he takes her back to the garage, if she knows where it is... That could go real bad, real quick. "We're just gonna go for a drive," he decides hastily instead. "Just take a little trip." He can leave her somewhere a decent klick or two away and double back to present the car to Joe, he thinks.