Hoppin' Down The Bunny's Tail [Farren/Open]

[Talon Green]

Talon was feeling good, another night of chasing those cute little bunnies down the bunny trail. Or at least that is what he liked to call it. Unfortunately for him however, the bunny he caught had been the ugliest shade of brown when she started doing her job under the table of the night club they had found each other at. FUCKING CONDITION! Why the hell could he not just find a girl, fuck her and leave her like every other teenage male in this blasted country? No, he had to go and see colors when he had sex. Just like that one bitch who had been teal. What the fuck had been up with that? But needless to say, it left him a little frustrated and more with more than a little pent up energy. So, what better than to go browsing the local pier. Why? Well it could be because the scent of the ocean made him feel like something was touching him, or it could have been that the sight of the ocean tasted like oranges. Either way, it was where he ended up. Some closed down tackle shop and a few stragglers his only company.

Not that he could complain, so long as nobody touched him, he had his i-pod on with one headphone in and right now just the right series of shapes were dancing in front of his line of sight. All he needed was somebody to come along and fuck that shit up by throwing his groove all off beat. Sometimes it sucked having a mental defect like his, but then, he had it his whole life, so he was used to it.

As he reached the end of the pier, her raised a hand to signal his driver to take of, not about to have that idiot park the Benz in the middle of this neighborhood. He would just call when he was ready to leave. Drawing in a the heavy scent of the ocean, he shivered as his body received the sensations of hands running down his back. Oh yeah, that was just the right stuff. Emerald green eyes opening to the taste of oranges in his mouth. It had indeed been a good idea to come here. Though now the problem remained on where to take a seat.

After much deliberation, it was finally decided that the twelve hundred dollar jacket he wore would have to take the hit as he slid it off his shoulders and threw it onto the dirty planks of the pier. Only then did he lower his six foot frame to take a seat, legs dangling over the edge as he continued to look out over the dark waters of the ocean, imagining a different time and a different place where he had done this before, with the one girl who accepted him knowing his condition and who could have been the love of his life. But she was gone now, and all he had to remember her by was a locket he kept around his neck on his silver chain tucked beneath his button up designer shirt, and the ocean.

What a night for memories, he could already feel the anger toward his Father for taking him away from there building as his hand gripped the edge of the pier so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Indeed, what a night.

[Farren]

Fishing at night. If you've never lived near a beach town you might think that to be the dumbest thing ever. Ah, but you see, some of the best fish come out at night. I didn't have the equipment for the deep sea fishing San Diego was known for but there was plenty of saltwater catches to be made near the piers and jetties. I'd only been in town a week or so and still didn't know the best spots but hey, when you gotta eat you gotta eat.

I was trying my luck near a rundown tackle shop when I saw the headlights of a car pass by. I turned around just in time to see a tall young man step out of what looked like a Mercedes Benz. He walked down the pier and took a seat at the edge, oblivious to the world and me since he was wearing headphones. I mean, I was half concealed behind a pile of old nets and cages but, really? You gotta be more observant than that.

Speaking of observant, just then I felt a heavy tug on my line. Working quickly I snapped the rod back and set the hook, quickly feeling the mighty fish tug and struggle against me. I fought with him for a solid minute until I could feel his steam running out. Gritting my teeth and giving one last mighty effort, I accidentally yanked too hard and pulled the fish right out of the dark water. It sparkled in the moonlight as it sailed and in the slim glimpse I got I could tell it was a croaker.

Unfortunately...the fish flew up right towards the new guy's face. He seemed pretty zoned out, he probably wouldn't duck in time. I tried to whip the line the other way but it was no good. Taking a deep breath I yelled "Look out! FISH!"

[Talon Green]

There he was minding his own business, lost in thought as he moved his foot lightly to the beat of the music. The shapes that danced in front of his eyes were perfectly in time, and he was feeling pretty good at this point, much less stressed than he had been earlier.

Then out of nowhere a fish came flying at his face, and even though he heard the yell and saw the interruption in his shapes at the sound of the voice, what really got him is when the fish hit his face and the music he had going when all off beat. God damnit!

Growling he jerked the earbud out of his ear as he shot a glare toward the dude who had in his mind just smacked him in the face with a fish. Seriously, a fish, of all the things he could go home smelling like, it had to be a fish, and now the sensation of fingers touching him was interrupted by the feel of something poking him, like a needle. It always happened when he smelled something nasty, which fish definitely fell into that category in his mind. It entered his mind to grab said fish and throw it back at the guy but then the slimy feel would give him some ugly fucking color to look at and he already thrown way off his groove, so instead he just narrowed his emerald hues at the guy and shifted his body til the fish flopped off of him. Leaving its stink all over his shirt and slacks.

"Do I even wanna know why you just smacked me in the face with a fish?"

His own tone sending out the same usual shapes and lines it did whenever he spoke, an orange shade at the moment due to his slightly irritated emotions. But at least now it matched the taste in his mouth, so all was good. Yeah, when you lived with this kind of mental disorder you learned to just try and go with the flow or you would drive yourself insane. And lets face it, Talon was far too rich and good looking for a straight jacket and a padded room.

[Farren]

I froze as the croaker smacked the guy square in the face. To his credit he didn't freak out like I thought he would, though the obviously annoyed and angry look in his eyes was unmistakable. I gently placed the rod on a wood piling next to me and decided it best to try and talk my way out of this one. I shrugged my shoulders and said sheepishly "Heh, sorry man, just some late night fishing. Trying to get something to eat...wait. Hold that thought!"

As I was speaking I noticed that the croaker, a pretty good sized one by the way, was flopping his way along the wood and toward freedom. I felt bad for wrecking the kid's music experience but breakfast was more important. From behind my back I pulled a long serrated knife, my fish scaler, that I'd kept tucked into my belt. Hopping nimbly over the cages and debris that separated us I lunged forward and stabbed for the scaly sucker. I missed the first blow and was reduced to kneeling on the buckled walkway as I jabbed several more times, once or twice coming dangerously close to the kid's feet.

Finally I got him through the middle and held him up, watching as he struggled to get off the knife. I had to grab and hold him steady with my other hand, waiting for him to stop kicking. I looked up from my, most likely, comical antics and grinned at the guy, saying "Yeah, again sorry 'bout that. If you'd like I'll split the fish with ya. I know a great Cajun recipe for these guys..."

[Talon Green]

[OOC: Sorry bout the wait. Got a bit sidetracked. ]

It was no surprise to him when the guy started going after said fish with a bit of drive behind him, even though it should have been. But honestly when you came upon a man fishing in the middle of the night you assumed he was starving. So yeah, what would you think he would do when said fish tried to escape?

Talon just raised his brow and watched, not bothering to move due to the fact that he did not want to get his stabbed or anything of that nature. His body did not handle pain very well, either physical or emotional.

Then as the guy apologized Talon would set his emerald hues upon him, a smug little grin curling onto his lips as he shrugged his shoulders with a gentle roll of his muscles.

"It is alright I guess. A guys gotta eat."

It was then the guy offered to cook it up for them, and though Talon had the money and the desire to go to better places than this guys home he now stunk of fish, had a bad vibe going and honestly felt the guy owed him something. Yet the smart ass in him was all well and good.

"Don't you think you should ask my name before you go asking for a date there skipper?"

Once more that Australian accent strong within his tone as he spoke and gripped the edge of the pier with his hands. A masculine laugh rolling forth as he quirked his brow at the fellow. Clearly a joke however smart ass it was.