[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Yeah, Skelter had no idea where she was going. She was just trying to act tough.

Holy crap, I just realized I ended up talking to all your characters! I’ll set them free now.


BIC:


Maggie pulled her hand back when the vykker didn’t shake it. “Well then.” She tightened her grip on the mudokon, who looked terrified. She smiled down at him reassuringly- but she looked more dangerous than she did friendly. “Aw, don’t worry ” She said. She frowned. “What was yer name again? You look like a Larry to me.”

Suddenly the door opened. She looked up. An oldish-looking vykker stepped inside.

“Howdy!” Maggie barked to the vykker. “My name is Maggie!”

She nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw the intern stalking behind him.

“Skelter! Yer alive!”


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Skelter scowled as the vykker led her the other way. She still didn’t know the guy’s name; not like she cared or anything. She just thought it would be useful. She pulled down her hat so that it hid her eyes completely before speaking.

“Oh,” she said, flexing her fingers, “Forgot. If you make this worse than it has to be I’ll take your scalpel and shove it up your— JESUS CHRIST!” Skelter yelped, stumbling back. Maggie waved enthusiastically from where she was seated in the lab.

“Skelter! Yer alive--”

“Of COURSE I’M ALIVE!” Skelter practically shrieked. “And what the hell are you doing here?!” Of all the people she had to run into in this dump, why HER?

Maggie got up from where she sat, looking thoughtful. “Well,” she said, placing a grubby finger on her bottom lip, “I think Conway said---”

Skelter stiffened. “Aw, hell! Don’t tell me he’s here too!”

Maggie shrugged. “He wanted to come along.” She smiled, her eyes huge. “He’s fun!”

“Fun?! What have you been smoking, woman?”

Maggie cut her off. “So what are you doing here?” her face suddenly became very grave. “Are you sick too? Oh no!” Skelter watched with little amusement as Maggie plopped herself back down and wrapped her arm roughly around an unfortunate mudokon sitting there. “Poor whatshisname’s sick too. Don’t worry, honey, auntie Skelter’ll take care of ya.”

‘Auntie Skelter’ was a complete overstatement. Skelter wore so much gothic junk it was hard to tell how old she was, but she didn’t look old enough to be anyone’s aunt. That and she was the meanest person in the entire building. She’d rather burn the mudokon (Jim) with a cigarette butt than make friends with him.
Skelter bared her teeth. “I’m not sick.”

Maggie smiled again. “Then what are you doing here?”

“None of your business!” She threw open the door and pointed at it. “Now get out! Vykker and mud over there, you get out too! NOW!”


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Conway took a breath of smoke. “Nobody? Coolio. Less work for me I guess.”

Suddenly the female mudokon dove at him from nowhere. He slipped nimbly to the side, avoiding her attack. His hands closed into fists. Deep in his brain, something told him that it wasn’t right to attack a girl, so instead he gave her a long, hard stare.

“...”

Then he looked back around the room, interest lost. “See ya later, fellas.” He said, calmly making his way towards the cafeteria. He stepped inside. Nobody (important looking) was around. Strange.

Just when Conway was in mid-thought a little mudokon (Wic) entered the room from what appeared to be the kitchen. He looked like he had somehwere to be. Seeing as he had nothing else to do, Conway decided to speak to him. Maybe he'd seen Skelter around. She wasn't hard to forget.

"Where ya headed, squirt?" He asked, strolling over casually with his hands in his pockets.


Out of Coffee:
EDIT: Holy Cheese I made a bunch of mistakes. >> They're all better now.