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[arsiento]

[ The feed turns on shakily and abruptly, showing at first a view of mostly sky, but then it catches more blurry glimpses of scenery -- what might be recognizable as downtown Nonah, if someone were to squint or was just very familiar with the area by now -- as it moves again, as if being wrestled from someone. Voices can be heard above the fainter sounds of traffic, although there's the steady pulse of a nearby car stereo playing loudly and, occasionally, an engine revving.

Then the communicator steadies, being held at its owner's side; the camera now gives an un-aimed view the street, though at a somewhat diagonal, catching about half of the car in question in the shot. A guy's voice, about a foot away, says: "--the sickest shit I ever seen, man! Orale, show the guy, Angie!" And then the communicator moves again, the man holding it taking a step back as Angie breathes fire about five feet into the air. Only the fire and not Angie herself is visible on the screen, although within moments the speaker is stepping close again.

"You see that? It's legit, right? Just one selfie, man! Just one, come on!" ]

Then what, you'll finally beat it? [ Diablo's not speaking into the communicator, obviously, so his voice is muted, though still audible. ] I got nothing to say about no heroes, kid. Whatever you want? It ain't got nothing to do with me.

[ "Yeah, yeah, whatever! Damn, why you got to be such a bummer, dude?" The communicator raises again, rotating around to show two people: #1, a heavily tattooed man in a letterman-style jacket, "Diablo" embroidered on it like a nametag, looking impatiently at #2, who appears to be a teenager with slicked back hair ("AA" shaved into the sides), a lightning bolt tattoo on his neck, and large mirrored sunglasses. ]

Okay, how--

[ But, smiling delightedly, the boy waves into the camera, declaring: "Heeeey, imPorts! Que onda, stay crazy, guys -- we still believe in you! We got your backs now, so take it easy! Ride or die, man!" before he laughs and runs out of frame to join his off-screen friends; the car motor revs again. Diablo, still holding the communicator, does nothing for a moment except flick his eyes irritably and skeptically in that direction, then turns the camera around to capture the kids driving away. The car's plate reads "DOUBLE A". ]

Man, the hell was that. [ And now the camera once again rotates, his skeptical gaze gracing the screen. ] If that's what you all got around here, then no wonder they be importing in heroes like furniture.

[ Well... "heroes," as the still-dubious expression on his face may go on to suggest. He shrugs, then shakes his head. ]

But hey, y'know-- it's whatever. Anyone know where's a good shoe place around here?

Comments

[pillz]

[kavinsky's ignorance is a thing of legend, it's true.]

yeah i guess
what colorz r u into

[arsiento]

Ain't no question, they gotta be white, man. Always.

[pillz]

yeah? aight
i can give it as hot
what city u at

[arsiento]

What d'you mean? Give what a shot? [ A pause. ] Nonah, or whatever it's called in North Carolina.

[pillz]

find u ur kicks babhy

['find.']

that 1 sucks. mayb ill mail em

[arsiento]

Don't go thinking that if you send me no kicks I ain't ask for, it means I'mma owe you something.

[ Diablo is such a warm and trusting guy, clearly. ]

You ain't gotta tell me it sucks, homie. Though, you seen the dope train they got?

[pillz]

sweteheart, nothin u got i want

[probably not actually true, but kavinsky likes saying shit like that, we all know this.]

no
dope train
r u talkin about a train made fo actual dope or
somethin fuckin awesome abo a choochoo

[arsiento]

It's Diablo.

[ AKA don't call me sweetheart. ]

No, man -- ain't no such thing as a dope train. [ Well... he hopes not, but. Hard to know what some people are stupid enough to try. ] That just sound like bad business.

[ He turns his communicator around to point the camera toward the bullet train, visible in the distance. ]

See? Like we living in Tomorrowland or something.

[pillz]

[by now, the train seems ordinary to kavinsky, who generally lacks for real appreciation for such novelties in the world. said actual stupid dope train would be considerably more interesting, for him.]

i dunno what the fuk tomorrowland is but
hold onto ur sense of wonder, son of gondor
wait til u check out the fuckn hovercars

[arsiento]

Who the-- [ ... fuck is Gondor, is what the question was going to be, but. ] Wait, you don't know Tomorrowland? Ain't you never been to Disneyland before?

[ God, being out East sucks. ]

Who's gonna want a car that hovers?

cw sexual vulgarity

[pillz]

once. dont remember a trrmorwland

[punching another kid, maybe.]

people woh like a jesus car mayb
im gonna assume that shit can go over water
but i get u
i like teh feel of rubber ;(

[arsiento]

[ Diablo exhales slowly through his teeth, rolling his eyes upward for a brief moment. Then he just says: ]

Yeah.

[ Like there'd been no innuendo there -- or at least something that seemed like innuendo. ]

I like my cars real low to the ground, all that fancy hover crap ain't for me. They ain't never improving cars right... I mean, a car with no wheels? I dunno, something don't seem right about that.

[pillz]

i get u mman. 100%.

[at least 30%. it won't stop kavinsky from experimenting, but he does have his preference in poisons.]

but i say keep an open mind
mayb somethin will turn u. u get me ;(
c u out there
hombre

[no shortage of innuendo, certainly.]

[arsiento]

Depends on how open you mean. Like, yeah, okay, ain't no one can be right about everything all the time, but a guy's also gotta know what he's about, too -- your ride tells your story, a little bit.

[ He knows it probably is not completely still about cars, if it ever was, but the nice thing about half this conversation being text is that Diablo doesn't have to address said innuendo. Dealing with things... effort. ]

How'm I supposed to know you if you do? You got a name or something, amigo?

[pillz]

it true

[one does not generally recommend 'dealing with' kavinsky.]

im kavinsky.
wit a k

[arsiento]

[ Weird white boys are just an unavoidable fact of life, whether or not Diablo knows he's talking to one at this point. But the "weird" part is at least reasonably obvious. ]

Oh yeah, really? With a K? [ Sarcasm, that. ] You know I can read, right?

[pillz]

news 2 me papi
personally im jus here 4 the pictures.

[arsiento]

Well, I ain't your papi, so don't expect no pictures from me.

[ Diablo is old-fashioned: no dick pics on the first date, etc., etc. ]