Hi! The name's Riot! Now work with me here, we're starting with some character setup! Then some serious Jimmy/Dandy is coming in! LEZ GO!
Sobek's POV:
Sobek let out a hiss as he heard glass shatter beside him, looking to his side before he looks up and glares at a bunch of drunk assholes. Driving in their car, deciding glass bottles were the newest things to throw. "Hah! Go get yourself a wheelchair, cat-boy!" They yelled viciously, drunken laughter echoing throughout the vehicle.
"Ai! Get back over here and throw that any closer! I dare ya!" He shouted with a growl, moving closer to the center of the road using his crutches. Gesturing with them violently, before shaking his head. A scowl settling across his face, looking down at the cracking asphalt road.
"Assholes." He muttered, before continuing along his usual path. Mean people aside themselves, he had to keep moving and get back home, his mama said that she wants him to do his act back at the cafe. So he moved at a steady pace, doing his best to enjoy the surroundings. The road was nice for now, since it was seemingly empty in the afternoons. Looking to his side at the nearby forest.
'Damn, I'd love to go climbing. Take off these damn trousers and run around.' Sobek thought to himself in tandem, looking to the ground at his shoe-covered feet. It's weird to be different, but all the same, he thought it was fun. Atleast he wasn't boring, right?
The dark-haired teen was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard more glass shatter from up ahead. A snarl arising from the teen's throat. Looking up, seeing only the car driving away momentarily.
"Fuck y'all! And your fucking-!"
"Who the hell are you?" A rash voice interjected his own, causing the Egyptian to look towards whoever had spoken over him. Now seeing that there had been more people than he initially had thought.
Gold eyes met dark brown, frustration meeting an equally frustrated gaze.
"What of it to you, hotshot?" Sobek says, rolling his eyes as he tries to move away. Only to be blocked off by the same guy. What, was he deaf or somethin'? Did he have to spell it out? Looking around the guy, he saw two others… very odd-looking others. Gaze turned back to the main man. "Move outta my way.
"Ain't nobody just goes around cussin' at people. If anything, we found it strange that you'd snap at them." The young man says accusingly, eyes narrowed at the younger.
Sobek clenched his jaw, before loosening up a bit. Claws retracted.
"Alright then, let's just say, in my two-cents worth, I can't stand assholes like that." He younger says, tone rough and teeth nearly bared, moving to get up in the other man's face.
"But, I have to go. As nice as this talk was, pretty boy, you're gonna have to get outta my way or be moved," Sobek says, puffing out a breath that gently pushed the other's slick brown hair out of place. Before he swiftly maneuvers around the anger-shocked male.
Only to be blocked once more, this time by a different person. Looking up to see a handsome-faced man, with interesting arms. But instead of staring, Sobek just glanced at them before looking back into the man's deep blue eyes. It's rude to not look someone in the eye.
"Don't mind 'im, we're just thankful for the enthusiasm. Those punks were just waitin' for some trouble to come across 'em." The man says, offering up a smile to the teen.
Sobek rolled his eyes, before looking back to the ground. A smile growing despite himself. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. Now lemme get outta here, my mama needs me." He says, looking back up to them all as his hands clutched at his crutches. A couple of flecks of his black hair falling in his face.
The handsome man nodded, moving aside. While pretty boy let out a disdainful scowl, moving aside himself. Then, the giant woman moved aside as well. The three of them watching as the disabled boy made his way out, crutches hitting the ground in even paces.
Before he was fully clear of them, Sobek heard one of them call out, "We never got your name, honey!"
Turning to look back at the giant woman whom had called out to him, letting out a sweetly strong grin. Revealing sharpened canines, that gleamed like the gold in his eyes.
"Name's Sobek, beautiful!"
Jimmy's POV:
Jimmy scoffed a bit, shaking his head as he went back to make sure the poster was in perfect placement. Though his mind wandered to the strange teen they'd just met, wondering why he needed crutches. And why the hell did he get the nickname, pretty boy?!
The brunette was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking over it to see Eve.
"It was no big deal, big guy. Don't worry about it." She says softly, trying to get a smile out of him. But instead he let out a sigh.
"I don't know. He seemed like trouble." Jimmy said distrustfully, looking to the ground and crossing his arms. "It's my job to protect ya'll, and I don't want him comin' around to mess with us."
"He seemed okay in my book. Bit rough around the edges, but kind of like how you are, Jimmy." Paul joked, brushing himself off a bit, before adjusting his hat. A gleam in the man's eyes caused Jimmy to chuckle a bit despite his harsh expression. Shaking his head slightly, before moving to get back in the car.
"Either way, let's head back. We gotta tell Elsa that the poster's up an' all."
Note: Alright, this was a very short test chapter to see where this was headed, and in all honesty, I think it's gonna work out. So let's get on it! RIOT! AWAY! Big Jimmy/Dandy feels in the next three chapters!