Description: Cammy, Shun, Guile and Damnd all happen to meet up in Metro City park. It soon turns into a battle of insults between Damnd and Guile.
Cammy is on a mission, as always, though this one is something of a personal mission - to find Ken Masters, the man behind New Challenger Magazine, and put him straight on Adon being a scumbag. Adon's propaganda in the latest issue did succeed in making Cammy righteous given it was only a couple of days after she dealt with him in Myanmar, and while she doesn't plan on making any public statements about it herself (MI6 do not do public statements), she does plan on setting the record straight with Ken and leaving it up to him what to do. And something like this really needs a face to face.
Unfortunately Ken is not necessarily the easiest man to find even if he does have a big house and a flash car. Cammy's first stop is the New Challenger 'office', such as it is, in Metro City, which she has visited already, and asked the staff where Ken can be found. And drawn a blank. But hey, Metro City is the happening place in the States right now it seems from the news reports, she wouldn't be surprised if he's out here somewhere. And besides, she could use a walk. And so the former Killer Bee is wandering around the park, enjoying the spring sunshine, and noting a few gangbanger types at the far end with a somewhat wary look. American cities are always so exciting!
As one of Metro City's various thugs, Metro City Park is one of Damnd's favorite haunts. He sits on a park bench with a blunt in his mouth, puffing it, and smiling at passersby. Every so often a junkie comes up to him, and they exchange cash and little inch by inch bags of various drugs, from crack to meth to weed to heroin. There's a boombox beside him, playing 'Buffalo Soldier' by Bob Marley, and he appears to be alone. He'd be an easy target for a robbery - but most would-be goons in Metro City know this is a bad idea, given his reputation as a street fighter. And of course, for being the guy that kidnapped Jessica Haggar.
Home, sweet home.
Well, it isn't really home, being so far out of place from his beloved place of birth, but it's where his family resides while he's travelling the world battling evil. Removed the the Suburban sections of town, Guile has opted for PT in the park in the form of a jog. He rounds the bend of one of the walking trails, he and his flattop cruising right past none other than Cammy White.
He slows his jog, and then turns around, moving back towards the chick with the pigtails as he calls out, "Cammy? Is that you?" He continues jogging, even as he's stopped a few feet away, attempting to keep his heart rate up.
Well. Who have we there again. It be that Damnble man who Shun beat up not too long ago, and while the Ansatsuken student has no real beef with him right now. She's (like Cammy) looking for Ken, that doesn't mean she doesn't notice Damnd...
...nor does it mean that he can't notice her. But the real important people she notices is William Guile, "Guile-Sama!" She calls out in her approach, jogging towards him at an easy pace. Going the opposite direction should help with the whole catching up to him thing. "How are you doing today?"
It's like a great big happy meeting. Cammy didn't notice Guile at first as she's peering at Damnd over there with his boombox, but when hailed she turns. "Oh. Good morning Captain." she says, and offers a salute. It's definitely her, uniform and all, though in a city full of fighters there is no doubt all manner of odd getup on display.
Is that weed she smells? Her nose twitches a bit and she looks over at Damnd briefly. She thought Americans were infamously diligent in their banning of that sort of thing; but it's not really any of her business is it, so beyond acknowledging that yes, it is a blunt, she leaves it be. So she peers at Shun, curious, as she seems to know Guile as well. Another soldier perhaps. Off duty. Maybe not given the -sama.
Damnd is bopping along to Marley, making a little money and having a good time, until he sees Shun. And then, like his whole day is ruined, he scowls, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he shakes his head. "Kids today, no respect," he says to himself, sounding every bit the angry old curmudgeon, despite the fact that he's in his early thirties. He shakes his fist at Shun with his free hand, shouting, "Damn dogheart, you broke my head! I oughta sue you!" He makes no move to stand from his park bench, knowing that trying to fight the girl isn't profitable.
Continuing to jog in place, Guile throws a quick two-fingered salute to Cammy since she's closer and rotates within his jog to look towards Shun, "Oh, hello Shun. How're things going?" He maintains a steady pace, looking between the two, "What're you two up to out here?"
Someone is distracting him, someone who is yelling for what seems like to particular reasons. He turns to look towards Damnd, tilting his head slightly to the right when he raises a fist and cusses Shun. He blinks once, stops jogging, and then calls back, "Shut up and smoke another one, you litigious burnout!"
He turns to look back towards Shun, his voice dropping low, "Who is that?"
Shun shrugs. "Some thug. Got angry and decided to cause a ruckus for some reason a while ago. I kicked his ass." And that's pretty much all she knows about Damnd by the looks of it. She then glances over towards Cammy, "Good morning." She greets, "Are you a friend of Guile-Sama's?"
She appears to be in a good mood despite Damnd. In fact, it looks like she doesn't care about Damnd ar all. "I'm more of an acquaintance really. Guile-Sama's brother in law was my sensei until he figured he taught me all he could teach." She beams, "So now I'm trying to improve what I know and start making the style my own, you know?"
Cammy has no idea who Damnd is, beyond that he's a sharp dresser, so when Guile is asking Shun about him she just shrugs. "Looks like a bit of local colour to me." she says with a smile. At least he's got a good taste in music. "I heard that Metro City was getting rougher lately, but wow. Where are the cops?".
And the ex-doll nods to Shun. "Yes, I think the Captain and I are good friends now.". She nods at the comments on style, though with some faint bemusement. "Interesting, I'm trying to incorporate a slightly different new style into what I already know at the moment, myself.".
She finishes by giving Guile a searching look. She needs to have words with him... but not with people all around. Private words. But she can wait.
Damnd blinks behind his blue shades. "Litigious? What de hell does dat mean?" he says to himself, pondering this. It's just then that an ear piece in his ear squelches, and he hurriedly puts his blunt out under foot. A few moments later, some cops walk past, Damnd giving them a big grin. "Howdy, officers." He says it in a friendly fashion, not wanting to arouse suspicion. It looks like Damnd is more than just a simple dealer after all - he's put some work into this.
Guile's eyebrows raise as he realizes what was just said. He glares towards Shun, his brow creasing together as he admonishes, "Shun, some things mentioned to you aren't for public discussion. That includes my extended family." He glances towards Cammy, grunting in response as the cops walk by Damnd. He then shrugs and elaborates, "Apparently, they're walking around grossly underfunded."
He waits until the officer go by and then looks back to Damnd, "I'm sure you've seen the library on the way to a liqour store. Go in there, ask the lady for a dictionary." He then holds a hand up in a cautioning manner, "Don't try to hold her up for it. All the books there are free anyway. Look it up. It'll be between 'lazy' and 'loser'. When you're done, give the book back to the lady and get a job."
Cammy blinks at Guile, a bit surprised he's so defensive about his family. There's nobody around but her after all - and maybe Damnd, if he has good ears, anyway.
She shakes her head with a slight smile when Guile talks to the gangbanger. "Apparently so. What's your name?" she asks Damnd, faintly curious. "I think you should probably refrain from flouting the law when Captain Guile is around, he probably takes a dim view of that sort of thing." she tells Damnd, thinking that if she saw something like this going on in London she'd probably do something about it. And so on Guile's turf, no doubt he might too. A good taste in music only goes so far.
Damnd blinks again at Guile, cocking his head to the side. "Hey, mon, why you gotta be so mean? I'm just out here, tryin' to make a livin'. Not everyone can be hot shot professional fighters, and not everyone can escape de ghetto de honest way. You is racist." He turns his attention to Cammy. "De name is Damnd. And dis is Metro City. Mad Gear may not be what it used to be, but we still push de buttons." As a couple college kids approach, Damnd waves them over. "Billy, Tammy, how you kids doin'?"
"Excuse me?"
Guile begins walking towards Damnd, intercepting Billy and Tammy with a glare and a growled, "Beat it, kids." He turns his attention back to Damnd, "Why do I have to be so mean? You're the one who started yelling at someone who I was trying to have a conversation with, and don't give me that escaping the ghetto crap. I bucked hay for seven and a half cents a minute, joined the Air Force, put myself through college and now I'm clearing fifty g a year. You're not trying to escape anything on this park bench. You're hustling that easy money and not fooling anyone in the process."
He then takes another stop forward, towering menacingly over the seated Damnd, "And don't ever call me a racist again. A burnout is a burnout wether they're Black, White, Asian or Martian. I'm not afraid of Mad Gear, I'm damned sure not afraid of you, and if you keep pushing my buttons I'll make sure you're qualified for a whole new set of job openings: Wheelchair accessible."
He throws his hands up in frustration, looking back over to Cammy, "Y'know what gets me? The military has no police powers here in the US, and if I Flash Kick this guy across the Pacific he'll get on with this 'oh, he's a racist, he assaulted me' nonsense."
Cammy melts a little bit at Damnd's response. The poor guy. And he seems quite friendly, on good terms with the locals, and weed, well. It's not illegal everywhere is it. Some of her sympathy shows on her face. She spreads her hands. "Well, you know, we don't make the rules...". Her voice trails off when Guile wades in, and she merely watches with slightly wide eyes.
And it makes her frown a bit. Mmm maybe Guile has a point. Who knows. She woke up a couple of months ago pretty much made, she didn't have to lift a finger. No training, no nothing. And in truth she is pretty lazy at times. Like Fezzik in the Princess Bride, she can't help being what she is, she doesn't even exercise! Maybe if she was in the same position Damnd was in, she wouldn't do too well either.
She is stirred out of her reverie when Guile turns back to her. "Well, I guess you're right, Captain." she replies. "Maybe he should join the army?".
Damnd looks up at Guile, a frown on his face as Guile gets uppity. "Yeah, join de military, blow up Afghan civilians and strip innocent Iraqis naked and photograph it. No thanks, mon, Bush did 9/11 and as for Osama Bin Laden, he's a CIA agent. So are Vega and Geese Howard. Dis country killed de Indians, enslaved de blacks, and won't give citizenship to de Latinos. Oh, don't forget killing JFK, RFK, MLK, and Malcolm X. So don't give me dat self-righteous crap."
Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes, "That squad who took out those civvies are going through the ringer now, just like that entire MP unit in Abu Gharab. Just like you'll be when you get caught doing what you do, and you will..." He then laughs, "I'm not going to apologize for Natives and Slavery. This country made it right on both counts. If you knew anything about anything, you'd realize just how stupid everything you just said sounds. I know. I have the security clearance. You have what? A mother or father who watches MSNBC and says two or three things at the dinner table? Get real... Learn about the world for yourself and stop repeating what you hear. Nine times out of ten, who you're hearing it from doesn't really know either."
He shakes his head, turning around and begining to walk back towards the jogging path. He shakes his head to Cammy as he passes, "I can fix stupid, but I can't fix willfully unintelligent."
"Vega is not a CIA agent, I can assure you of that." Cammy tells Damnd seriously. Perhaps Crimson Viper would know for sure but the ex-doll is pretty sure herself of that one! "You don't do yourself any favours with such wild conspiracies.".
Given Damnd no doubt has no idea where Ken Masters is, and has managed to annoy Guile enough to want to get back to his jogging in peace, she offers Guile a wave. "Have fun Captain." she says, and heads for one of the park gates. Wherever Ken is, he's not in here, at any rate.
Damnd shakes his head back and forth as Guile and Cammy depart. "Damn de military. Dey voted for Nixon, and dey killed Jesus." That said, he pulls a plastic blunt tube container out of his pocket and withdraws the wrap, opening it and beginning to role another blunt.
Log created on 09:57:56 04/22/2012 by Cammy, and last modified on 12:15:29 04/22/2012.