Frodo Baggins (theseabell) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-07 13:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alice liddell, frodo baggins, isabela |
Last Night
Who: Frodo, and OPEN
What: Frodo attempts some vigilantism
When: Tuesday, Middle of the Night
Where: Some bad neighborhoods in Santa Ana, CA
Rating: PG - 13 (May Change)
Status: In Progress and OPEN (I'd seriously love for anyone to insert themselves.)
Last night, Frodo made a mistake, and being a man who rarely took any risks whatsoever, it was a terrifically big mistake to have made: certainly foolish, potentially embarrassing, and decidedly dangerous. Even at the time, he knew that this wasn't wading slowly into the pool with water-wings squeezing each arm, this was a five-year-old canon-balling into the deep end. Frodo sucked in a breath and held it, as the car slithered through the dark streets like a snake. His head was pounding. He absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the passenger-side door.
Tap tap tap ta-tap ta-tap tap tap...
Beside him, his hired driver was cool as ice, and just about as talkative. But this was not the time for chatting. There had been plenty of questions up front, along a good deal of cash--including an extra bonus for allowing Frodo to accompany them. More money would follow at dawn, regardless of whether the Elan was recovered. Mr. Martin had set him up well, providing an individual with all the skills Frodo felt were necessary in a hired gun, whether on not the idiom was literal.
Tap tap tap ta-tap ta-tap tap tap...
"Stop it," the driver hissed.
"Sorry."
It was somewhere in the neighborhood of one in the morning, although the clock on the dashboard claimed it was 3:34 in the afternoon. Frodo could have checked the cellphone in his back pocket, but he assumed his hire wouldn't appreciate the awkward digging that would require. And he had decided against wearing his gold and leather Frederique wristwatch before leaving home.
"Is there anything I should be looking for?" Frodo asked in a whisper.
"You mean, other than your car?" the driver replied.
Frodo tilted his head, thinking it over for a moment. "Yes, I suppose that was a stupid question," he said, turning back to the window on his side of the car.
He had already seen three prostitutes: two female, one... undecided, Frodo supposed; a pack of mangy looking cats; half of a Toyota Corolla; and two drug deals. He had also seen some slightly nicer things, such as a couple chatting on their front step and a healthy-looking puppy barking inside a bow window. But no Elan.
No Elan, yet, he reminded himself, and crossed his fingers.
[OOC: In case you're not sure, I'm really serious. Join in the action. Frodo's lived a sheltered life. Shake him up a bit! XD
And feel free to insert yourself as Frodo's driver, if you like! I've left that slot intentionally open as well.]