[[Scene: Wocky's Man-Taur]]
[[This takes place on MONDAY. I'm aware I'm posting this on... almost Sunday but it takes place ~Monday~.]]
Angel: *It's been a couple of weeks since Angel Starr first saw the poster up on the bulletin at work- two weeks since the vice detective originally laughed at the idea but then returned to re-examine it later. It's been ten days since Angel Starr signed up for what the poster was advertising, and roughly seven days since she began to wonder what the hell she was thinking*
Angel: *In any case, it's about five minutes until she meets her charge. The original idea, Police-to-Kids Outreach, is something that Angel has never signed up for in all the years of her career. Even now, she can't quite explain what's so different from this fall than the last many, but something feels different*
Angel: *She's standing outside of the junior high school, leaning on her car with her arms crossed. The school bell rings, and she eyes the children filing out of the school, scanning the crowds for her assigned child... A troublemaker, she remembers reading from the report, and a major one* And they specially chose me for this boy, didn't they...? Hm. I wonder. We'll see if he can't learn a thing or two.
Wocky: *Wocky marches out of the school with the other kids -- for the first time this year since the very first day. The little ruffian sneers as he walks out towards the tetherball pole near the parking lot, backpack slung over his shoulder. He looks around, trying to look for this "man-taur" the principal said was assigned to him. He wasn't exactly listening to the man, so he's more or less just looking for any person standing near a car that doesn't have a snot-nosed brat running towards them*
Wocky: *His eyes narrow in on Angel -- he can't really make out her features, but something tells him this is the person. He starts to saunter towards the woman; hands jammed in his pockets with an "intimidating" scowl on his face* Hey yo, you th' one who I suppozed t' be chillin' wit, G?
Angel: *lowers her sunglasses and leans down to look closer at the boy- she's wearing very tall heels today- and recognizes him from the photo provided with the file* Ah- of course. *she pauses a moment. His speech isn't very hard to interpret- her time in Vice has taught her that much- but his entire manner is a bit off-putting.
There's certainly something that sets him off from all of the other children in the yard* That's right. *she sweeps her hair off of her shoulder, better revealing her features* My name is Angel Starr. You may call me- *she resists the urge to say 'the Cough-Up Queen'*- Ms. Starr. I'm a detective with the LAPD's Vice division. I'll be your mentor for the next few months. *she extends her hand towards him*
Wocky: *Wocky takes a moment to give Angel a look over before giving an impressed whistle, raising his eyebrows* Daaaaaayum girl. You gots more cakes than Duncan Hines!! You ain't no man-cow at all, I donno wut th' MAN be talkin' bout!
Angel: Cow, hmm? *she eyes him coolly* I'm anything but a serving of beef. You'll find that out soon enough. You... You're something like veal. No- something more exotic. I'd up the price on you. In any case, you're Wocky Kitaki, aren't you? It's nice to meet you.
Wocky: *Only catching but one word Angel said, Wocky curls his lip, giving the woman a strange cross between a look of confusion and a look of disgust* EROTIC??
Angel: Exotic! You're using all kinds of strange words- I would think that you would be interested in expanding that vocabulary of yours. *unfazed, she opens the passenger door to her car* Well, come on in.
Wocky: *Taking off his backpack, the little fox mutters as he hops into the passenger side* I ain't talkin nothin' strange... You gots to be openin' up yo ears an shiie, learnin' you sum bayyysic English woman.
Angel: *she shuts the door and climbs into the driver's seat. All is silent for a moment. Angel locks the car doors. And then she turns to Wocky and barks* Wrong!
Wocky: *Wocky jumps, his head hitting the window. Staring wide-eyed at Angel, he clutches his backpack tightly to his chest* JEEZ GIRL YOU SCARY.
Angel: *she slaps her hand on the dashboard* Look at you- you just jumped right in, didn't you?! You didn't even ask for my ID! Not at all! I could harm you, you know! *she looks sternly at Wocky* I'm a stranger to you! Really, now! What are they teaching you in there? *she stares disdainfully at the junior high school* Aren't you lucky I'm not a bloodthirsty, knife-wielding killer!
Wocky: *Despite the initial shock, a distinctly bored expression is now on the boy's face. He rolls his eyes, relaxing and pushing his bag down on the floor between his feet. He takes the seat belt and buckles in* Pfft. If you was really gonna kill me, you'da tossed me in th' back seat where you can be watchin me in that *he points up to the rear-view mirror* and you can only unlock it from there *he points over to the automatic locks on the driver's side* If not, well, then you one helluva stupid kid-killer.
Angel: You did not just call me- *Angel seethes momentarily before reminding herself that this is just a 13-year-old boy. She begins to remember why she normally avoids children* -Alright. This is true, but you ought never to get in a stranger's car! At the very least you ought to have asked to see my badge. But, in any case, I am the real deal, so no worries... *she pulls out of the parking lot* So, Wocky. I hear you were in a fight.
Wocky: *Wocky leans back as best he can, getting his feet up on the dashboard* I ain't trust no cops who do flash me them badges! They flash me that lil' icon of AUTHORITY and they think they can be walkin' all over me! All up in my face with their IT AFTER CURFEW YO YOU BE JETTIN BACK TO YOU HOUSE NOW YOU LIL SHIT and I be like WHOA DON BE JOCKIN ME AROUND BOYO I MESS YOU UP and then they grab me an' throw me t' th' ground... *he looks over to Angel* I am a human bein' yo. I gots RIGHTS.
Angel: Ah, ah. *she waves her finger* We exist to protect those rights of yours, Wocky. And I don't believe you when you say you've been thrown by an officer! You've got only a few more years until you're free to do whatever you want, you know- whether that be headed straight to prison or not. *she frowns* But I'm here to try to help you not go that way...
Wocky: Pfft no porker ever be throwin' me down in the pokey yo -- I get thrown in there, girl? I be out by sundown. A real G play his cards right. *he points over at Angel and clicks his tongue suggestively* I could teach you how to play them cards like a g too, snapplecakes.
Angel: Believe it or not, I get more satisfaction out of what I do. I suppose the term is 'been there, done that'... Ah, but... How do you feel about ice cream? *she winces slightly as she says this; her guidelines tell her to do things with Wocky to better help him trust her, but she has no idea what children enjoy*
Wocky: Ice cream? I can dig it. Just my ma might be all up in my face if I be ruinin' my dinner, aw-ite?? Lemme just punch in her digits, see what be shakin... *he sits up and reaches down to his bag, unzipping it and pulling out his cell phone and flipping it open, dialing a number quickly and listening to it ring* ... *he rolls his eyes, hanging up and tossing his phone back into his bag* Ehh she ain't answerin'. Whatevs.
Angel: *watches him out of the corner of her eye as he makes the call* Your mother, hmm? I'll call her for you later, if you'd like. I need to talk with her. Your family runs a rather lucrative business, don't they...? We've got a close eye on them.
Wocky: Nope, you gots it wrong girlie. *Wocky shakes his head* I donno what they been tellin you down there or nothin, but we Kitakis in the... hotel business. Over-seas like.
Angel: Ha! If you say so. *purses her lips, bringing the car around a corner* Tell me- do you often fight at school?
Wocky: *His feet return to the dash, lounging once more* Only when them boys think they can take me on an' shiie. I beat 'em down with my fists an' my rhymes, cos I gots style.
Angel: Style? Is that what's it all about? *sharply* Don't you care to make friends?
Wocky: *Looking over to Angel smugly, he chuckles a bit* Friends? Oh I gots plenty-a homies yo. I gots Lil C, an' Tru-Bunny an'... P-boo, an' Tessio, an' Mikan, an' Lil' Lita, an' Masta P an' Mizz Rizz be pretty fly for bein' old.
Wocky: Oh! *his face lights up with a grin* An' my boss at work, an' that new shorty she hire, they both be fine an' upstandin' womens!
Wocky: ...Not as fine as you though, girl.
Angel: I'll ignore the fact that I'm not quite sure what any of those names you just recited are. *they approach an outdoor ice cream shop and Angel stops the car* Alright, we're here.
Wocky: Aw whatevs, you coppers never believe nothin' I say anyways. *Wocky sits up and unbuckles himself, picking his bag up again. He opens the door and steps out, looking to Angel before closing the door* Yo what kind you want? Strawberry or some shiie?
Angel: *she laughs* We'll see. I'd almost think you were offering to buy. *she motions for Wocky to follow her up to the window*
Wocky: *Wocky follows Angel* I am buyin, yo. Ain't right for a G t' be makin' a lady buy him nothin -- that ain't how th' world works, yo.
Angel: No, no. I'm your mentor- not the other way around! This is my job. Now, what do you like?
Wocky: *Blinks at Angel, tilting his head* Maaan, I donno why you be callin' yo-self a man-taur -- you ain't no cow... *This conundrum is clearly more important than ice cream*
Angel: *turns to face him, hands on her hips* A mentor. Where on Earth did you get the impression I'd turn out to be a cow?
Wocky: *Wocky pulls his wallet out of his back pocket* Inner-nets... Now what you want? S'on me yo.
Angel: *Angel looks down at him exasperatedly, and then she realizes that allowing him to pay might open up a bit more trust between the two of them. She suddenly nods* Certainly, then! I'll take strawberry. How did you know?
Wocky: *He grins* Cos cute girls always be likin' strawberry. *he goes up to the window, ordering two strawberry cones. He opens his wallet, digging through a few twenty dollar bills before finding a few one's, giving them to the vendor*
Angel: *smiles as she takes hers- they settle down at a small table nearby. There's a few moments before she speaks again* Alright, wending back around to why I'm here...
Wocky: *Wocky sits on top of the table, gripping his cone and taking a very large bite out of his ice-cream mound* Th' wha?
Angel: Why I'm here. *she speaks patiently, crossing one leg over the other* Seems like you need a friend. You named plenty back in the car, but... Hmm. Do you admire any of these friends of yours? For what reasons?
Wocky: I admirin' Tessio cos he my pops' bizz-nazz associate aaaan' I be admirin' Mikan cos she don't have to go t' school an gets to play all day. *he turns on the table, his feet down on the bench so he's facing Angel now* All my other friends be lookin up to me cos I da bomb, yo.
Angel: *she nods* As I thought. Hm. Well, do you think that you and I could be friends? *she suddenly smiles* Even if you said 'no', though, you've got no choice! *laughs*
Wocky: *Wocky licks his ice cream, not missing a beat* They just assign me someone else if I be sayin' no.
Angel: Oh, you'd just hate that, though. You know, you might wind up with a cow or something.
Wocky: If I get me a cow then I score big -- I love bacon! *he grins wide, ice cream across his upper lip*
Angel: *the part of her that is a lunch lady bristles at this misconception, but she chooses not to bring it up, knowing it would be pointless* Alright, but I'm here to stay, bacon or not.
Wocky: *Wocky gives the woman a sympathetic look* Bacon don't come from cows, shorty.
Angel: *her eyes widen and then narrow sharply* ...But you just-!! ...Nevermind.
Wocky: *Satisfied with himself, he resumes eating his frozen treat* 'sides, I just kiddin' about the bacon. Lil C once had be make wonton with bacon inside and that shiie be TERRIBLE.
Angel: Oh? *she looks interested* Do you often cook?
Wocky: Ehh... *he shrugs* I help my ma SOMETIMES... When pops be havin'... clients... over an shiie.
Angel: You know, I run a little business on the side called Lunchland! I think cooking and baking is quite the therapeutic thing. What do you do for hobbies...?
Wocky: Breakin' fingers.
Angel: No- what do you really do? *something twitches in her jaw*
Wocky: Aw no, I know what you be tryin' t' do, copper. You be tryin' to make me go an' 'crimnate myself. I ain't fallin' fo that one, po-po.
Angel: Ah- so there's more than breaking fingers, now...? *tilts her head*
Wocky: I gots the right to remain silent, don't I??
Angel: *amused* Yes- yes, you do.
Wocky: Then I be takin' that one out for a walk then. *he nods*
Angel: *laughs* You're brighter than you let on, you know.
Wocky: *Beaming with satisfaction, he stretches a little* But the boring hobbies I gots are bustin' some phat rhymes, practicin' wit my bokken, chillin' wit my fly home boys an' boos all up in People Park, aaaaaan' I guess this one ain't much of a hobby or nothin but I shore be doin' it plenty -- yellin' a Mikan to be gettin' her paws off the table before I steal her one right in her fat ol' head!
Angel: Mikan, hmm? Like the fruit? You've been mentioning her an awful lot- is she your dog? I do believe we serve mikan sliced and diced up on rice down at Lunchland...
Wocky: Naw, naw, *he shakes his head, sucking the remnants of ice cream out of his cone* She my pussy, yo.
Angel: Your- *her eyes widen slightly, alarmed, before she realizes what he means* Your cat, you mean. You can't toss around words like that. They're not salad!
Wocky: AW GRODY, DAWG. *Wocky gives a very disgusted look; once again, only listening to the very last bit of what Angel said* I ain't tossin' NO ONE'S SALAD.
Angel: But you have to toss salad to spread out the dressing! Give it that lovely flavor! You know, I think that I'll bring you to Lunchland next week for our session. Girls admire a man who can cook. It'll be good for your- *she thinks back to the preparation sessions she attended before signing up for all of this* -personal development. I despise that term...
Wocky: Aw girl, you ain't bee on th' streets long enough. 'Round this hood, tossin' salads mean something waaay different than that what you be saying youknowwhatimean?? I guess it be wrong'a me to be thinkin' an up-stan-din' girl be knowin' that though. Y'know wit all day hay hay ho and the wiggy whack shiie. *he looks up at the sky, idly swinging his legs under the table* Hmm but you gots you a real fly point there... I mean, Tru-Bunny always be so happy and awl dat when I be bringin' her buns... *he looks to Angel, grinning* I shaped 'em like bunnies for her birthday yo! She really dig that one.
Angel: Like bunnies! That's quite the talent! Perhaps you could come help me fix up my menu. You know, when I first lost my career as a detective way back when... It was food that I turned to. Of course, I don't mean in the eating sense. We've established that I'm no cow. But I think it might do you some good, as well. *she folds her napkin neatly*
Wocky: *Wocky wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket* Why you lose your job? Shoot a guy in the face cos he look at ya funny? Stealin' drugs from th' ev-dence locker? Come on, spill it homegirl.
Angel: *she smiles* There was some corruption in the system. It's more common than you think, I'm afraid. Sometimes we get 'bad guys' on the 'good guy' side of the fence.
Wocky: Aw I know them pigs cu'rupt! So far you don't seem to be much'a that bacon though... *he raises an eyebrow at Angel*
Angel: Whatever do you mean? *she's in a surprisingly good mood talking to him, leaning forward a bit*
Wocky: Y'haven't tried to taze me bro, poppa cap in me, drill me fo questionin or nothin' them propah coppahs be tryin' t'do. I say you be pullin' onna them undercover schemes but you ain't even notice we been followed yet, so... Guess you off duty or sommat. Turnin' off that bam bam get yo hangs up wanksta cracka befo I be bustn' yo azz boy part, amirite??
Angel: ...No. Not at all. I'm not here to interrogate you or investigate you! I'm here as part of the outreach program. I'm your... man-taur. But if you get in trouble from now on, count on having to cough it up!
Wocky: Damn right you my man-taur. *He jumps off the table, straightening his jacket and the lock of hair in front of his eyes* I ain't better see you man-taurin' no one else.
Angel: *she stands up as well, nodding with an almost-serious look of solemnness* Of course. A man-taur must be faithful to her man-tee.
Wocky: You callin' me fat? *he shoots Angel a scowl* Ma say I ain't fat, I big.
Angel: You're neither! I'd fatten you up before boiling you. *she pats Wocky on the shoulder* Come now, it's been an hour. Time to take you home.
Wocky: ...Why do you wommens always wants to be eatin' me up? *he shakes his head, follows Angel back towards her car* Pops told me ma was a real man-eater when he met her, I figure he mean she be a kyuubi or somethin'... Cos that explain a LOT, yo...
Angel: Women are a strange thing. I know that- I use that! *she unlocks the doors for the two of them and climb in*
Wocky: Man, you women. All confusin' and diz-ruptin' all mah senses and... shiie. *he buckles in, tossing his bag down on the floor* You gon be the death'a me someday, ain't yas??
Angel: You sound like my boyfriend now. *pulls out of the parking lot, winking at Wocky* Good thing he's not here.
Wocky: *Wocky leans back, his feet up on the dashboard as he resumes his former lounging position* Pfft, if you hangin' round me I bettin yo boyfriend donnevenknow what a dikfore.
Angel: Please do remember that I'm your man-taur and not one of your school-friends. *she sounds polite*
Wocky: Yeah but don't you wish yo boyfriend be cool like me? *he smirks* I just yankin' you though, I gots plentya boos who be wantin' my 'tention twenny-fo seven!
Angel: You focus on your boos, and I'll focus on mine.
Wocky: *Wocky waves dismissively* Aw whatevs. You ain't no fun.
Angel: I'm plenty of fun! *Angel's voice is sharp, and as though to prove this, she hits the gas suddenly, and the car speeds forward in a violent jerk* The Kitaki Mansion, yes...?
Wocky: *The sudden increase in speed startles the little fox, reaching back to grip his seat. A wide grin crosses his face -- maybe Angel does know how to roll with the boys* Aw hells yeah!!
Angel: *she hits a sharp curve, cutting off a few cars rather closely* Police driving- sometimes I do miss it! *she says over the engine, narrowly missing a yellow-to-red light*
Wocky: *He just keeps grinning, enjoying the reckless speed they're travelling at* You shore know how to be drivin' G-baby!
Angel: That's certainly not the last of my talents! *they reach the Kitaki Mansion at an alarming and most likely lethal speed, and the tires screech as Angel brings the car to an abrupt halt*
Wocky: *As the car comes to an abrupt stop, Wocky is thrown forward a little, briefly choking himself before he puts his feet down and unfastens his seatbelt. He rubs his neck a bit, grinning wide at Angel* You shore be impressive, yo... Ain't too bad -- for a cop.
Angel: I'll show you more next week. *she smiles right back at him, sincerely* Now go on inside before your parents start to miss you!
Wocky: Yessum! *he opens the door and grabs his bag, stepping out. He sticks his head back into the car* So... next week, right? Maybe you can take me to that... uhhh Lunchland place? Maybe show me what you do there and... shiie.
Angel: Consider it done! I'll pick you up after school at the same time next week- so don't stand me up! *she suddenly looks dangerous* Or else I'll arrest and then eat you. *a cheerful smile again* Goodbye, Wocky!
Wocky: *Wocky chuckles a bit, but takes her threat quite seriously -- Angel's not the first woman to threaten to eat him* Aw-- rite, rite! A'course yo. I catch you on the flip, G-baby. You stay frosty! *he shuts the door and waves, quickly retreating towards the Kitaki mansion.*
Angel: *It's been a couple of weeks since Angel Starr first saw the poster up on the bulletin at work- two weeks since the vice detective originally laughed at the idea but then returned to re-examine it later. It's been ten days since Angel Starr signed up for what the poster was advertising, and roughly seven days since she began to wonder what the hell she was thinking*
Angel: *In any case, it's about five minutes until she meets her charge. The original idea, Police-to-Kids Outreach, is something that Angel has never signed up for in all the years of her career. Even now, she can't quite explain what's so different from this fall than the last many, but something feels different*
Angel: *She's standing outside of the junior high school, leaning on her car with her arms crossed. The school bell rings, and she eyes the children filing out of the school, scanning the crowds for her assigned child... A troublemaker, she remembers reading from the report, and a major one* And they specially chose me for this boy, didn't they...? Hm. I wonder. We'll see if he can't learn a thing or two.
Wocky: *Wocky marches out of the school with the other kids -- for the first time this year since the very first day. The little ruffian sneers as he walks out towards the tetherball pole near the parking lot, backpack slung over his shoulder. He looks around, trying to look for this "man-taur" the principal said was assigned to him. He wasn't exactly listening to the man, so he's more or less just looking for any person standing near a car that doesn't have a snot-nosed brat running towards them*
Wocky: *His eyes narrow in on Angel -- he can't really make out her features, but something tells him this is the person. He starts to saunter towards the woman; hands jammed in his pockets with an "intimidating" scowl on his face* Hey yo, you th' one who I suppozed t' be chillin' wit, G?
Angel: *lowers her sunglasses and leans down to look closer at the boy- she's wearing very tall heels today- and recognizes him from the photo provided with the file* Ah- of course. *she pauses a moment. His speech isn't very hard to interpret- her time in Vice has taught her that much- but his entire manner is a bit off-putting.
There's certainly something that sets him off from all of the other children in the yard* That's right. *she sweeps her hair off of her shoulder, better revealing her features* My name is Angel Starr. You may call me- *she resists the urge to say 'the Cough-Up Queen'*- Ms. Starr. I'm a detective with the LAPD's Vice division. I'll be your mentor for the next few months. *she extends her hand towards him*
Wocky: *Wocky takes a moment to give Angel a look over before giving an impressed whistle, raising his eyebrows* Daaaaaayum girl. You gots more cakes than Duncan Hines!! You ain't no man-cow at all, I donno wut th' MAN be talkin' bout!
Angel: Cow, hmm? *she eyes him coolly* I'm anything but a serving of beef. You'll find that out soon enough. You... You're something like veal. No- something more exotic. I'd up the price on you. In any case, you're Wocky Kitaki, aren't you? It's nice to meet you.
Wocky: *Only catching but one word Angel said, Wocky curls his lip, giving the woman a strange cross between a look of confusion and a look of disgust* EROTIC??
Angel: Exotic! You're using all kinds of strange words- I would think that you would be interested in expanding that vocabulary of yours. *unfazed, she opens the passenger door to her car* Well, come on in.
Wocky: *Taking off his backpack, the little fox mutters as he hops into the passenger side* I ain't talkin nothin' strange... You gots to be openin' up yo ears an shiie, learnin' you sum bayyysic English woman.
Angel: *she shuts the door and climbs into the driver's seat. All is silent for a moment. Angel locks the car doors. And then she turns to Wocky and barks* Wrong!
Wocky: *Wocky jumps, his head hitting the window. Staring wide-eyed at Angel, he clutches his backpack tightly to his chest* JEEZ GIRL YOU SCARY.
Angel: *she slaps her hand on the dashboard* Look at you- you just jumped right in, didn't you?! You didn't even ask for my ID! Not at all! I could harm you, you know! *she looks sternly at Wocky* I'm a stranger to you! Really, now! What are they teaching you in there? *she stares disdainfully at the junior high school* Aren't you lucky I'm not a bloodthirsty, knife-wielding killer!
Wocky: *Despite the initial shock, a distinctly bored expression is now on the boy's face. He rolls his eyes, relaxing and pushing his bag down on the floor between his feet. He takes the seat belt and buckles in* Pfft. If you was really gonna kill me, you'da tossed me in th' back seat where you can be watchin me in that *he points up to the rear-view mirror* and you can only unlock it from there *he points over to the automatic locks on the driver's side* If not, well, then you one helluva stupid kid-killer.
Angel: You did not just call me- *Angel seethes momentarily before reminding herself that this is just a 13-year-old boy. She begins to remember why she normally avoids children* -Alright. This is true, but you ought never to get in a stranger's car! At the very least you ought to have asked to see my badge. But, in any case, I am the real deal, so no worries... *she pulls out of the parking lot* So, Wocky. I hear you were in a fight.
Wocky: *Wocky leans back as best he can, getting his feet up on the dashboard* I ain't trust no cops who do flash me them badges! They flash me that lil' icon of AUTHORITY and they think they can be walkin' all over me! All up in my face with their IT AFTER CURFEW YO YOU BE JETTIN BACK TO YOU HOUSE NOW YOU LIL SHIT and I be like WHOA DON BE JOCKIN ME AROUND BOYO I MESS YOU UP and then they grab me an' throw me t' th' ground... *he looks over to Angel* I am a human bein' yo. I gots RIGHTS.
Angel: Ah, ah. *she waves her finger* We exist to protect those rights of yours, Wocky. And I don't believe you when you say you've been thrown by an officer! You've got only a few more years until you're free to do whatever you want, you know- whether that be headed straight to prison or not. *she frowns* But I'm here to try to help you not go that way...
Wocky: Pfft no porker ever be throwin' me down in the pokey yo -- I get thrown in there, girl? I be out by sundown. A real G play his cards right. *he points over at Angel and clicks his tongue suggestively* I could teach you how to play them cards like a g too, snapplecakes.
Angel: Believe it or not, I get more satisfaction out of what I do. I suppose the term is 'been there, done that'... Ah, but... How do you feel about ice cream? *she winces slightly as she says this; her guidelines tell her to do things with Wocky to better help him trust her, but she has no idea what children enjoy*
Wocky: Ice cream? I can dig it. Just my ma might be all up in my face if I be ruinin' my dinner, aw-ite?? Lemme just punch in her digits, see what be shakin... *he sits up and reaches down to his bag, unzipping it and pulling out his cell phone and flipping it open, dialing a number quickly and listening to it ring* ... *he rolls his eyes, hanging up and tossing his phone back into his bag* Ehh she ain't answerin'. Whatevs.
Angel: *watches him out of the corner of her eye as he makes the call* Your mother, hmm? I'll call her for you later, if you'd like. I need to talk with her. Your family runs a rather lucrative business, don't they...? We've got a close eye on them.
Wocky: Nope, you gots it wrong girlie. *Wocky shakes his head* I donno what they been tellin you down there or nothin, but we Kitakis in the... hotel business. Over-seas like.
Angel: Ha! If you say so. *purses her lips, bringing the car around a corner* Tell me- do you often fight at school?
Wocky: *His feet return to the dash, lounging once more* Only when them boys think they can take me on an' shiie. I beat 'em down with my fists an' my rhymes, cos I gots style.
Angel: Style? Is that what's it all about? *sharply* Don't you care to make friends?
Wocky: *Looking over to Angel smugly, he chuckles a bit* Friends? Oh I gots plenty-a homies yo. I gots Lil C, an' Tru-Bunny an'... P-boo, an' Tessio, an' Mikan, an' Lil' Lita, an' Masta P an' Mizz Rizz be pretty fly for bein' old.
Wocky: Oh! *his face lights up with a grin* An' my boss at work, an' that new shorty she hire, they both be fine an' upstandin' womens!
Wocky: ...Not as fine as you though, girl.
Angel: I'll ignore the fact that I'm not quite sure what any of those names you just recited are. *they approach an outdoor ice cream shop and Angel stops the car* Alright, we're here.
Wocky: Aw whatevs, you coppers never believe nothin' I say anyways. *Wocky sits up and unbuckles himself, picking his bag up again. He opens the door and steps out, looking to Angel before closing the door* Yo what kind you want? Strawberry or some shiie?
Angel: *she laughs* We'll see. I'd almost think you were offering to buy. *she motions for Wocky to follow her up to the window*
Wocky: *Wocky follows Angel* I am buyin, yo. Ain't right for a G t' be makin' a lady buy him nothin -- that ain't how th' world works, yo.
Angel: No, no. I'm your mentor- not the other way around! This is my job. Now, what do you like?
Wocky: *Blinks at Angel, tilting his head* Maaan, I donno why you be callin' yo-self a man-taur -- you ain't no cow... *This conundrum is clearly more important than ice cream*
Angel: *turns to face him, hands on her hips* A mentor. Where on Earth did you get the impression I'd turn out to be a cow?
Wocky: *Wocky pulls his wallet out of his back pocket* Inner-nets... Now what you want? S'on me yo.
Angel: *Angel looks down at him exasperatedly, and then she realizes that allowing him to pay might open up a bit more trust between the two of them. She suddenly nods* Certainly, then! I'll take strawberry. How did you know?
Wocky: *He grins* Cos cute girls always be likin' strawberry. *he goes up to the window, ordering two strawberry cones. He opens his wallet, digging through a few twenty dollar bills before finding a few one's, giving them to the vendor*
Angel: *smiles as she takes hers- they settle down at a small table nearby. There's a few moments before she speaks again* Alright, wending back around to why I'm here...
Wocky: *Wocky sits on top of the table, gripping his cone and taking a very large bite out of his ice-cream mound* Th' wha?
Angel: Why I'm here. *she speaks patiently, crossing one leg over the other* Seems like you need a friend. You named plenty back in the car, but... Hmm. Do you admire any of these friends of yours? For what reasons?
Wocky: I admirin' Tessio cos he my pops' bizz-nazz associate aaaan' I be admirin' Mikan cos she don't have to go t' school an gets to play all day. *he turns on the table, his feet down on the bench so he's facing Angel now* All my other friends be lookin up to me cos I da bomb, yo.
Angel: *she nods* As I thought. Hm. Well, do you think that you and I could be friends? *she suddenly smiles* Even if you said 'no', though, you've got no choice! *laughs*
Wocky: *Wocky licks his ice cream, not missing a beat* They just assign me someone else if I be sayin' no.
Angel: Oh, you'd just hate that, though. You know, you might wind up with a cow or something.
Wocky: If I get me a cow then I score big -- I love bacon! *he grins wide, ice cream across his upper lip*
Angel: *the part of her that is a lunch lady bristles at this misconception, but she chooses not to bring it up, knowing it would be pointless* Alright, but I'm here to stay, bacon or not.
Wocky: *Wocky gives the woman a sympathetic look* Bacon don't come from cows, shorty.
Angel: *her eyes widen and then narrow sharply* ...But you just-!! ...Nevermind.
Wocky: *Satisfied with himself, he resumes eating his frozen treat* 'sides, I just kiddin' about the bacon. Lil C once had be make wonton with bacon inside and that shiie be TERRIBLE.
Angel: Oh? *she looks interested* Do you often cook?
Wocky: Ehh... *he shrugs* I help my ma SOMETIMES... When pops be havin'... clients... over an shiie.
Angel: You know, I run a little business on the side called Lunchland! I think cooking and baking is quite the therapeutic thing. What do you do for hobbies...?
Wocky: Breakin' fingers.
Angel: No- what do you really do? *something twitches in her jaw*
Wocky: Aw no, I know what you be tryin' t' do, copper. You be tryin' to make me go an' 'crimnate myself. I ain't fallin' fo that one, po-po.
Angel: Ah- so there's more than breaking fingers, now...? *tilts her head*
Wocky: I gots the right to remain silent, don't I??
Angel: *amused* Yes- yes, you do.
Wocky: Then I be takin' that one out for a walk then. *he nods*
Angel: *laughs* You're brighter than you let on, you know.
Wocky: *Beaming with satisfaction, he stretches a little* But the boring hobbies I gots are bustin' some phat rhymes, practicin' wit my bokken, chillin' wit my fly home boys an' boos all up in People Park, aaaaaan' I guess this one ain't much of a hobby or nothin but I shore be doin' it plenty -- yellin' a Mikan to be gettin' her paws off the table before I steal her one right in her fat ol' head!
Angel: Mikan, hmm? Like the fruit? You've been mentioning her an awful lot- is she your dog? I do believe we serve mikan sliced and diced up on rice down at Lunchland...
Wocky: Naw, naw, *he shakes his head, sucking the remnants of ice cream out of his cone* She my pussy, yo.
Angel: Your- *her eyes widen slightly, alarmed, before she realizes what he means* Your cat, you mean. You can't toss around words like that. They're not salad!
Wocky: AW GRODY, DAWG. *Wocky gives a very disgusted look; once again, only listening to the very last bit of what Angel said* I ain't tossin' NO ONE'S SALAD.
Angel: But you have to toss salad to spread out the dressing! Give it that lovely flavor! You know, I think that I'll bring you to Lunchland next week for our session. Girls admire a man who can cook. It'll be good for your- *she thinks back to the preparation sessions she attended before signing up for all of this* -personal development. I despise that term...
Wocky: Aw girl, you ain't bee on th' streets long enough. 'Round this hood, tossin' salads mean something waaay different than that what you be saying youknowwhatimean?? I guess it be wrong'a me to be thinkin' an up-stan-din' girl be knowin' that though. Y'know wit all day hay hay ho and the wiggy whack shiie. *he looks up at the sky, idly swinging his legs under the table* Hmm but you gots you a real fly point there... I mean, Tru-Bunny always be so happy and awl dat when I be bringin' her buns... *he looks to Angel, grinning* I shaped 'em like bunnies for her birthday yo! She really dig that one.
Angel: Like bunnies! That's quite the talent! Perhaps you could come help me fix up my menu. You know, when I first lost my career as a detective way back when... It was food that I turned to. Of course, I don't mean in the eating sense. We've established that I'm no cow. But I think it might do you some good, as well. *she folds her napkin neatly*
Wocky: *Wocky wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket* Why you lose your job? Shoot a guy in the face cos he look at ya funny? Stealin' drugs from th' ev-dence locker? Come on, spill it homegirl.
Angel: *she smiles* There was some corruption in the system. It's more common than you think, I'm afraid. Sometimes we get 'bad guys' on the 'good guy' side of the fence.
Wocky: Aw I know them pigs cu'rupt! So far you don't seem to be much'a that bacon though... *he raises an eyebrow at Angel*
Angel: Whatever do you mean? *she's in a surprisingly good mood talking to him, leaning forward a bit*
Wocky: Y'haven't tried to taze me bro, poppa cap in me, drill me fo questionin or nothin' them propah coppahs be tryin' t'do. I say you be pullin' onna them undercover schemes but you ain't even notice we been followed yet, so... Guess you off duty or sommat. Turnin' off that bam bam get yo hangs up wanksta cracka befo I be bustn' yo azz boy part, amirite??
Angel: ...No. Not at all. I'm not here to interrogate you or investigate you! I'm here as part of the outreach program. I'm your... man-taur. But if you get in trouble from now on, count on having to cough it up!
Wocky: Damn right you my man-taur. *He jumps off the table, straightening his jacket and the lock of hair in front of his eyes* I ain't better see you man-taurin' no one else.
Angel: *she stands up as well, nodding with an almost-serious look of solemnness* Of course. A man-taur must be faithful to her man-tee.
Wocky: You callin' me fat? *he shoots Angel a scowl* Ma say I ain't fat, I big.
Angel: You're neither! I'd fatten you up before boiling you. *she pats Wocky on the shoulder* Come now, it's been an hour. Time to take you home.
Wocky: ...Why do you wommens always wants to be eatin' me up? *he shakes his head, follows Angel back towards her car* Pops told me ma was a real man-eater when he met her, I figure he mean she be a kyuubi or somethin'... Cos that explain a LOT, yo...
Angel: Women are a strange thing. I know that- I use that! *she unlocks the doors for the two of them and climb in*
Wocky: Man, you women. All confusin' and diz-ruptin' all mah senses and... shiie. *he buckles in, tossing his bag down on the floor* You gon be the death'a me someday, ain't yas??
Angel: You sound like my boyfriend now. *pulls out of the parking lot, winking at Wocky* Good thing he's not here.
Wocky: *Wocky leans back, his feet up on the dashboard as he resumes his former lounging position* Pfft, if you hangin' round me I bettin yo boyfriend donnevenknow what a dikfore.
Angel: Please do remember that I'm your man-taur and not one of your school-friends. *she sounds polite*
Wocky: Yeah but don't you wish yo boyfriend be cool like me? *he smirks* I just yankin' you though, I gots plentya boos who be wantin' my 'tention twenny-fo seven!
Angel: You focus on your boos, and I'll focus on mine.
Wocky: *Wocky waves dismissively* Aw whatevs. You ain't no fun.
Angel: I'm plenty of fun! *Angel's voice is sharp, and as though to prove this, she hits the gas suddenly, and the car speeds forward in a violent jerk* The Kitaki Mansion, yes...?
Wocky: *The sudden increase in speed startles the little fox, reaching back to grip his seat. A wide grin crosses his face -- maybe Angel does know how to roll with the boys* Aw hells yeah!!
Angel: *she hits a sharp curve, cutting off a few cars rather closely* Police driving- sometimes I do miss it! *she says over the engine, narrowly missing a yellow-to-red light*
Wocky: *He just keeps grinning, enjoying the reckless speed they're travelling at* You shore know how to be drivin' G-baby!
Angel: That's certainly not the last of my talents! *they reach the Kitaki Mansion at an alarming and most likely lethal speed, and the tires screech as Angel brings the car to an abrupt halt*
Wocky: *As the car comes to an abrupt stop, Wocky is thrown forward a little, briefly choking himself before he puts his feet down and unfastens his seatbelt. He rubs his neck a bit, grinning wide at Angel* You shore be impressive, yo... Ain't too bad -- for a cop.
Angel: I'll show you more next week. *she smiles right back at him, sincerely* Now go on inside before your parents start to miss you!
Wocky: Yessum! *he opens the door and grabs his bag, stepping out. He sticks his head back into the car* So... next week, right? Maybe you can take me to that... uhhh Lunchland place? Maybe show me what you do there and... shiie.
Angel: Consider it done! I'll pick you up after school at the same time next week- so don't stand me up! *she suddenly looks dangerous* Or else I'll arrest and then eat you. *a cheerful smile again* Goodbye, Wocky!
Wocky: *Wocky chuckles a bit, but takes her threat quite seriously -- Angel's not the first woman to threaten to eat him* Aw-- rite, rite! A'course yo. I catch you on the flip, G-baby. You stay frosty! *he shuts the door and waves, quickly retreating towards the Kitaki mansion.*