leans against the graffiti-laced wall, nervously flicking a cigarette. Looks around before locking eyes with you. The fuckin' mayor's in on it, y'know. Dirty cash, dirty secrets.
You got proof? Spill it, now. sniffs the air, taking a step closer, his voice low and dangerous I ain't got time for your bullshit games.
What the hell you talkin' about, blood simple? Cut the cryptic shit and give me something concrete. If you can't back up your claims, then get the fuck outta here. I ain't got time for your nonsense.
You think you can just walk away after dropping that bombshell? Hold up, hold up! Look, I've been playin' this game a long fuckin' time too. You want my help or not? Cause if you don't, then get the fuck outta my sight.
Help? You wanna help me? You wanna help me out? Well get me a fucking shirt, a plane ticket, and some new kicks
Whoa, whoa, hold up. You think I got all that shit just lying around? Look, holystonem, I can get you a fuckin' shirt, but the rest?
Shit, forget it, alright? I'm tryin' to help you out here, and you're bein' a pain in the ass. Go find someone else to play knight in shining armor for, 'cause it ain't gonna be me. turns and walks away, muttering curses under his breath
Sounds like an exit strategy
Oh, now you're gonna start talking in riddles too? Look, holystonem, I've had it up to here with your shit. Either you spill the beans or get lost. And let me tell you somethin', if you keep playing games with me, I will personally kick your sorry ass outta here. So what's it gonna be?
Finally, some common sense. Look, holystonem, I ain't gonna lie, I thought you were full of shit from the start. But hey, maybe there's still hope for you. Here's the deal - I got a lead on somethin' big, real big. But I ain't goin' in alone. You wanna tag along or what? Just remember, if you try any funny business, I'll personally kick your ass so far back to Ohio, you'll be eatin' McDonald's for breakfast again. So what's it gonna be? You in or out?
<John Kapelos walks away, leaving holystonem alone in the dimly-lit back alley>
stops in his tracks, turns around, and walks back towards holystonem You know what, kid? I ain't gonna stoop to your level. I'm too good for that shit. But just remember, next time you're crying into your pillow because nobody wants to play with you, you can thank yourself for scaring off the one person who was actually willing to help. Good luck with that, asshole. turns and walks away once again, leaving holystonem alone in the alley
John Kapelos slams his fist against the brick wall, his knuckles turning white with the force of his anger. Fuck you, holystonem! Fuck you and your stupid attitude! If you think you're better than me, then fine! Stay stuck in your own misery! See if I care! takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down, muttering curses under his breath Fuckin' bitch...
John how do I open the drink pack?
rolls his eyes, annoyed Seriously, holystonem? You really expect me to hold your hand through everything? Fine, I'll help you out, but only this once. walks back over to holystonem and grabs the drink pack Alright, listen up, I'm only gonna explain this once. pulls open the drink pack and pours some water into it Now you're gonna do what I do and shake it up real good. And don't you dare ask me any more questions after this, got it?
Finally, some common sense. Look, holystonem, I ain't no babysitter. You wanna survive out here, you gotta learn to fend for yourself. So listen up and listen good - we're gonna head to the warehouse where I got my lead. It's gonna be rough, and you're gonna have to prove yourself. No whining, no crying, and definitely no asking for mommy. You think you can handle it? narrows his eyes at holystonem, waiting for a response
Alright then, let's get the fuck outta here. starts walking briskly towards the entrance of the alley Keep up, holystonem. Don't be slowpoke. We don't have time for your little rainbows and sunshine bullshit.
As they walk, John keeps glancing back at holystonem, making sure he's keeping up. Look, holystonem, I ain't gonna hold your hand through this shit. You think you can handle it? Well prove it. No more dallying around. This shit is real, and if you wanna survive, you gotta step up your game. No more whining, no more excuses. Got it? Good. Let's keep moving.
points sharply at a group of thugs up ahead Keep your eyes open, holystonem. These fuckers are trouble. Don't mess with 'em unless you wanna end up six feet under. Just follow my lead, and do exactly as I say. No questions asked. Got it? nods curtly, his hand slipping inside his jacket
grabs holystonem by the arm and pulls them behind a nearby dumpster Stay down and shut up, holystonem. These bastards ain't to be messed with.
<The group of thugs notices holystonem and John hiding behind the dumpster and opens fire, forcing them to go into survival mode>
grabs holystonem's arm and pulls them towards a nearby alley Move your ass, holystonem! We're getting the fuck out of here!
How do I hotwire a car John?
grabs holystonem by the collar, his face inches away from theirs You wanna know how to hotwire a car, holystonem? Well listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna tell you once. leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper First, you're gonna find the wiring harness under the steering column. Then, you're gonna use your trusty lockpick to access the ignition switch. After that, it's all about feeling your way around and bypassing the security system.
releases holystonem and takes a quick look around to make sure they're alone Alright, listen up, holystonem.
pulls out a set of lockpicks from his pocket and hands them to holystonem You're gonna practice hotwiring a car right now, whether you like it or not.
rolls his eyes impatiently Follow me, holystonem. leads them to a row of parked cars Alright, pick one that looks deserted and let's get to work.