Description: After their SNF match in Russia, Eiserne decided to follow Mr. Jones to the US to see what the crazed fighter was all about. To her disappointment she finds that Jonesy is not the berserker she fought the previous week before but someone who actually leads a pretty normal life style, or as much as normal as one can manage in Metro City. No matter though, after stealing some of his groceries and giving him a good scare, Johnny Jones is able to shoo her off in a way that Frank and Elias are probably not going to appreciate.
Between SNF matches and partying at Duck Pond, Mr. Jones has recently taken up to fall back to his old life style of keeping the streets clean of no good thugs, and what better place to start than in Metro City? However, that got a bit of mixed results when he accidentally attacked Frank who was just was not really doing anything bad and just happened to look very intimidating. In the end, Mr. Jones may be a crazy martial artists with seemingly limitless energy, but he still has needs like the rest of us. Before he can get back to his life of fighting crime, he's got to eat! Currently the funky dancer is seen stepping out of a grocery carrying bags with food, that flight back from Russia left him kinda hungry and he stopped to get something on his way back from the airport. He happily hums a tune with the bags covering his view as he walks to his car, certain that no one here would ever try to attack a guy who is just minding his own business!
Eiserne yawns noisily without covering her mouth. There are few points in her life she can remember being so bored as she is right now. Ever since the day of her fight the crazed woman has been tailing this 'fighter' she had encountered, crossing borders and even flying on an aircraft for the first time, a stowaway in the belly of the giant metal bird safe and content rather than eaten.
A new jacket, already ruined with stains and tears was a trophy of her stay in the planes hold with all those cases and few extra stripes of colour woven into rags tightly wound around her body. The woman in green looks like she should be performing in Cirque du Soleil rather than skulking after someone even if she tends to keep to high out of the way places. Overall Eiserne is bored, even the part of her that wants to keep following this 'Fluffy haired' man until he leads her to some more interesting people is beginning to bore. The injuries she sustained still twinge and pain her occasionally which serves to keep both her grudge and curiosity alive.
Running quickly across a wire terminal rooftop to another rooftop over all the fences and gates Eiserne watches from her new perch but her patience is starting to run out.
Sudden realization is being left behind Eiserne has to scramble to catch up. Running up and over the rooftop of a line of cars, some of them occupied she leaps and latches onto the back of his car before it can leave the parking lot. Clinging to the back she peers over the edge of the trunk wondering how far hes travelling and how awkward this feels, she slides some to the side as he rounds a corner, definately awkward.
'Fighter?' What do you mean 'Fighter'? It shouldn't be in quotation marks, Mr. Jones is a warrior, period, no two ways about it. Just because he doesn't live an exciting life outside of the ring doesn't mean he's any less competent than those veterans of the fighting tournament circuit. Although actually, that's a lie, he does live an interesting exciting life, or he did, before he lost his fortune and had to move out from Hollywood living. Jonesy is somewhat of a washed up star, but he still keeps pressing on, despite the well..let's call them critics.
"Ayyo! It's my man Johnny Jones!!" A bunch of Metro Gangbangers riding a car steers out from the main road and screeches to a halt next to the 'fluffy haired' martial artist. "Wazzap brudda!?"
Mr. Jones doesn't associate with gangsters, but hey, if they're his fans he might as well greet them. Before he can even get a hand raised they're already throwing beer bottles at him. "Hey what the fu--!?? Watch the 'fro!!"
The gangbangers laugh "What's the matter Jonesy!? Got tired of staging fights in your movies so now you're fighting little girls at SNF!!?" No doubt they're referring to his last televised fight versus Eiserne.
Mister Jones ain't about to take none of their smack and yells back at them. "Yo! That girl was a fighter through and through, you punk ass suckas wouldn't have lasted five seconds with her. Oh and I lost on my third fight versus Maki! Who's a girl! So, yeah! Screw you!!
The gangbangers throw their heads back in laughter "Oh so you get beat up by chicks now!?? What a freaking moron!!" Their obnoxious laughter goes on and on and on and on..and well..there's only so much that Jonesy can take.
There's a familiar "WATAAAAA!!" yell and Mr. Jones side steps towards the car, kicking right through the windshield and send the driver flying to the back seat, while still grabbing hold of his grocery bags. That shut those guys up, for all their smack talk, they know better than to go after a pissed off Mr. Jones. But still, their words stung him bad and he walks hurriedly to his car muttering and looking down right offended.
"Freaking haters, can't even freaking believe that, why I oughta.." He continues to say as he puts his bags on the back seat and sits up behind the wheel, not really noticing the extra passenger he has acquired. Rather than step on the gas though, for a moment he just sits there, thinking. Is he really that much of a failure?
He sighs and puts some soul disco music on his radio before turning the ignition.
Eiserne spares a moment to study some of the small winged bugs caught in her fringe after the car slowed to a halt, her eyes delightedly watching a vain and futile struggle before she squished them and tries to brush the bits out of her hair. The scenery is far removed from her homeland but she hardly takes any of that in. Instead she works on getting into the car, for what should be a more comfortable ride.
But then something interesting finally happens, The exchange of words is lost on Eiserne until they begin throwing bottles, that gets her attention. Only having just managed to force one of the doors she sits inside the car plainly watching the man she had been following kick some ass. Her eyes brighten with the display.
"Thats it!" she throws a few mock punches, willing him to continue and psyching herself up but becomes disappointed and confused when he stops fighting. Still pondering the why of it all she watches him return the car with mixed feeling s and is shitting in the backseat watching openly, knees tucked to her chest and chin resting on top of them. After a short grace period of silence from the driver "They seemed like jerks" her voice questioning and she helpfully (in her own mind) suggests "You should have hit them more."
Mr. Jones is annoyed and more than a little angry, but that's no reason to go on a road rage. He respects the traffic lights (when it's convenient) and stops which allows Eiserne to crawl in the back seat. So lost in his thoughts he is that the otherwise very alert fighter doesn't notice the passenger, at least not until she finally peeks forwards and suggests he should have staid there and beat them all up. Mr. Jones reacts as most would do when a some one talks to them in a car that was otherwise empty.
He freaks out and swerves.
"WOA!" *SKREEEEEEEEEEEEECH* He losses control of the vehicle and takes them both for a wild ride, spinning in circles as he hastily shifts the gear in neutral and slams on the brakes and the gas at the same time to not flip over. Looks like beside being an expert fighter, the dude knows how to pull out some crazy driving stunts.
Once they come to a stop in the middle of the road, Mista J whirls around to get a look at the girl and raises his shades. "What the hell!? Oh, you're that girl from Russia....WHAT THE HELL!? What are you doing hiding in my car!?"
Eiserne endures the cars acrobatics rather well. She waves slightly at a family sedan going in the opposite direction while the driver wrestles with the wheel and tries to bring the car under control. Luggage, groceries and her sliding around a little without comment or any visible signs of fright. She does express a little delight when she couple of loose pieces of fruit and is already eating an apple when the car finally jars to a stop.
%fEiserne continues chewing while looking back at Mr Jones levelly "I wasn't hiding," around a mouthful of apple with absolutely no manners whatsoever "And you should have hit them more." Either they would learn not to do it again or they wouldn't be capable of hurting someone again, either way was a victory and just as acceptable in her books. She continues eating, the apples was good, the interior of the car is nice warm and comfortable and she is still a little sullen so she isn't feeling like volunteering anything. The apple juice does make the split in her lip sting something awful and she remembers just who gave it to her.
Mister Jones isn't sloppy either, and looks more vexed about the girl creeping up on him than scared as most would be. In fact he takes his time to flick out a comb and fix his 'fro while Eiserne is busy munching loudly on an apple that isn't hers, but he doesn't care, being just a fraction more concerned about finding out why she is there. He does however leans backwards when some bits of apple and saliva fly out of her mouth and land on his shades.
The man seems perfectly relaxed now about a stray circus girl hitching a ride on his car and starts driving again as if nothing had happened, listening to her as he keeps his eyes on the road, apparently he has no fear that the psycho girl might try to stab him while he's distracted. "I shouldn't have hit them at all." It's his response. "They injured nothing save for my pride, which is a human fallacy that I swore to get rid off. I have yet a lot to learn in my path for spiritual enlightenment." This is said with a perfectly serious as he switches songs on his CD to play 'Happy Together' by the Turtles. "Anyway, seriously girl. What are you doing in my car? Have you been tailing me since our fight in Russia? I told you I was gonna buy you and Momoko some ice cream if you'd forgive me. How was I supposed to know it was your first match?"
Eiserne says, "Hrmph!" Eiserne looks away her head turned away pointedly to show just how disinterested she is in a childish manner. But a half minute later the eyes studying Mr Jones in his rear vision mirror are not quite the same. "Hmmmmm" she stretches luxuriously "Waste your power if you want. Those men /will/ hurt others." (and you could have stopped it implied.) Eiserne has a gloomy expression and her eyes are hard and unfeeling. There is little room for spirituality when you are focused entirely upon survival and strength.
Eiserne never looks away form the mirror trying to meet his eyes even when Mr Jones has to watch the road. "Do you? Know people who are strong?" A voice in the back of her head begins to talk excitedly about possibilities of strong opponents and the fun they will have causing her to scowl as she manages her internal dialogues trying to calm the other self and maintain control, it was always like this, Eiserne handling problems while Eiserne had all the fun. At least the /strong/ opponents would be too much for the other her and then they would become her own."
Mister Jones lowers his shades again as the sun begins to glare at him. "I know, but it ain't my place to decide who gets to walk and who gets dislocated knees, ya know what I'm saying?" He speaks with perfect familiarity as if he had known this girl all his life, a free soul himself he has nothing to hide from anyone and divulges information with whoever seek it, even if that someone is a strange girl that was waiting for him inside his car. "I ain't a judge, just the enforcer. It's not like I can predict what they're gonna do next even if I know perfectly well they'll probably gonna shoot up some place." He shrugs helplessly as he turns on a corner "It ain't right to second guess people like that. Shoo' if guys treated me solely in my appearance I'd have suckas trying to bust my knees all the time."
At her question about knowing strong people he chuckles softly finding it very ironic. "Depends on what kind of strength flavor you want. I can introduce you to a guy that shoots fireballs from his palms called Elias or a dude that can probably bench press like metric ton called Frank. They'll both give ya plenty of exercise if you wanna scrap with either of 'em." An eyebrow quirks when she starts talking to herself but strangely he just plays along and grins, because likely, he also has an imaginary friend. "How many people you got in there anyway?" As he continues to drive he checks on his rear view mirror to make sure Eiserne isn't obliterating his groceries "Soo...I'm heading back to my place now, you got a place where you want me to drop you off?" He looks somewhat nervous then "You...do have a place to stay right?" Damn his kindness, if she says she doesn't he'll have no choice to offer his apartment and it's not exactly very spacious.
Eiseres pops the apple core into her mouth and wipes at her lips with a stroke of her thumb. The car starts smells of the apple juice and there are more than a few flecks scatters through the car, as well as Mr Jones shades and some in his hair. Her scowl fades and she considers his words thoughtfully, well, everything that she found even vaguely interesting. "Frank and El-ias." she tests the names in her mouth while still chewing.
Those are definitely not familiar sounding names and she has no idea how common they are, but if they are 'fighters' then they should perhaps stand out enough for her to find them. As Mr Jones begins to discuss dropping her off or where she can stay Eiserne begins to wind down the window, winding winding winding. And as he offers to let her stay with him something unreadable passes across her face. Leaning head and shoulders out the window she takes a quick look around and pulls her head back in. "Here will do" She shimmies out the window and jumps from the moving car like it is nothing to be feared. The impact and roll quickly turns into a flashy cartwheel and somersault. Eiserne watches the car she had just exited for a moment heedless of other traffic and speaks aloud "Thanks for the lift." Cars driving past lean on their horms but Eiserne stands there casually until the changeover. Eiserne scared and startled by a sudden beeping of a horn dashes away to safety at the side of the road all the while exchanging hand gestures with a driver, she doesn’t understand them but mimicry of the drivers own seems to suffice. Grabbing onto an awning she quickly scales the front of a building, easier here than it can be back home since the building are in better condition. She absently wonder if this place is ready for her and her brand of fun but finding that out would be half the fun.
Mister Jones really prefers if people don't eat in his car, but hey, apple scent ain't too bad of a smell though he could do without the flecks on his shades and on his 'fro, he's going to have problems getting those out later. "Yeah, just promise not to tell 'em I sent ya okay?" The notion suddenly strikes Jonesy that he shouldn't be sending psycho girls to go fight his 'friends' they are probably not going to appreciate the publicity he gives them. But hey, he's an actor too, he knows there's no such thing as bad publicity.
There is such a thing as bad jumps from a moving car and once again, Mr. Jones finds himself slamming on the breaks when Eiserne jumps out the window and starts swerving around traffic. There's no way he can get to her in the middle of the highway and he pulls more crazy stunts by sliding the car sideways and then force to face forward again. "Goodness! What is it with girls nowadays wanting to jump into traffic!!?" Not the first time this has happened apparently. "I better call Elias, least I can do is send him a heads up." He reaches for his cell phone, hits on the speed dial and before someone picks he realizes too late that "Shoot....didn't even get her name."
Someone on the other line picks up causing Mr. Jones to focus "Hello? Who's this? Alice? Heya sweetheart, you mind giving Elias a message? He ain't gonna believe this one..."
Log created on 20:44:11 11/08/2011 by MrJones, and last modified on 17:52:17 11/29/2011.