Black Market

Jaden stopped gaping and sniffed childishly. "Shut up." he walked over and glanced inside seeing there was no room for him. "Where am I supposed to sit?" he glared. Ichian looked down as him. "In the back of course. Unless you want to just follow us on foot." he smirked. Jaden glared at him and mumbled something about a cheating bastard as he jumped into the back.

Fiona laughs, and drives off.

They went over a bump and Jaden fell and hit his head. He sat up and rubbed it. "Careful! There's someone back here, ya know!" he growled at them. Ichian rolled his eyes. "Just ignore him. Its what I do."

"I'll remember that. Or I can just do this," She smiles, and flicks a switch, basically sound proofing the cab.

Ichian smirked as Jadens voice was cut off. "Nice." he said laughing. Jaden looked at them in the cab. "Whats so funny?" he asked. When he got no reply he knocked on the window. "Hey! Hello?! Don't you ignore me!"

Fiona smiles, and drives into the woods.

Callum grunted to himself, kicking a can a straight ten or so metres from him, the aluminium air-filled tank splitting and cracking with a painful snackering sound as his brutal attack on the poor thing buggered it. Who the hell did they think they were? He'd kill them if he got his teeth on them. He was tired of folk who thought they were hard just cause they had a gun. He was beginning to worry if this was Hollywood Undead's fault, but it didn't matter anyway - one more run in with that group of uneducated bauchles would only serve to reduce the Earth's population by the same number as the population count of the gun club. This damned planet was getting on his nerves, and every day was a day that was pushing him further and further to the edge. Evisceration would be nice, to watch a person simply explode into a cloud of red, fine mist under the weight of some supernatural death glare... if only looks could kill...

(Finally going to try and be part of this Alba. Hopefully my two characters I'm about to use weren't already being used somewhere else XD)

Jaden clicked his tongue in annoyance as he and Ichian arrived back at the black market. "Can't believe we were beat by a bunch of mangy mutts." he grumbled.

Ichian glanced at his friend in the corner of his good eye but didn't say anything. He was smirking to himself, glad that they have found a challenge. He looked down at his hand, which he had wrapped up after getting injured in their little quarrel with the wolves. But he wasn't the only one to receive wounds. He had made sure that one wolf would permanently be lame for the rest of its life. The next thing Ichian knew he heard a grunt next to him as Jayden walked right into someone.

"Hey! Watch it!" Growled Jaden as he glared at Callum.

(Hey, don't worry about it, hehe. Gotta start somewhere, amirite? d: )

Callum's eyes shut as his brow furrowed, a gob in his mouth ready to be ejected in disgust at the whole situation. He lost it though when something jerked him the other way. "Oi, ye buggern' bampot! Watch whit' ye're daen!" He snapped, his nose almost wrinkling like he would have under his counterpart appearance. Sometimes those instincts took over for a moment or two, and as his hands clenched, the man angled his vision off to the side to breathe and calm himself. He was temperamental, at the very least, and it only ever took a little push or shove (in this case literally) to boil his blood and send the steam flying. "Git oot ma road. Goan." He muttered, shuffling between the others as he carried on down the road. If they had anything more to say to him, they could come and bloody well get him.

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Bampot = Whack-job
Whit' = What
Daen = Doing
Oot = Out
Goan = Go on