-Chapter 2- Fun Ghoul's POV-
Killjoys. Two girls walked in- one had rusty red-orange hair covered with a bandana. The other was a blonde (but not a real one- her brown roots showed through and laced in with the rest of her hair… like the Kid's) who removed a black bike helmet upon entering. They both were adorned in general Killjoy wear- leather jackets, thick jeans, boots… It didn't take long to notice… they were sisters.
"So, what's your names?" Gee asked, thoroughly enticed by the two. He smirked slightly, but not in a mean way. Flushing, I realised I was becoming jealous and turned away.
"Silent Lightening," the blonde introduced, absently flipping her too-long bangs from her face. That's my move, I thought to myself in secret disdain.
"Funny name," I observed sternly, my arms tight over my chest. She snapped her eyes from Party Poison and planted them icily on me.
"What's so funny about it?" She squinted hard at me. I could've sworn her eyes turned bluer.
I shrugged. "Dunno. Just some kinda shit-" I was cut off from my snide comment suddenly when I felt a hot pressure between my eyes.
"Everyone can see lightening," she hissed, digging the barrel of the gun into my skin, "But they're dead before they hear the thunder." The pressure released, but I still kept my gaze fixed on her as she backed off. Kobra Kid snickered from behind Gee, and I shot him a look of death. He didn't take it seriously though and continued smiling and shaking his head.
"What about you?" Jet Star asked, nodding towards the other girl. She was quiet, but not without a fixed, stern expression of her own. I did notice that she kept taking side glances at Kobra Kid a lot. It was my turn to snicker.
"Rip Wing," she introduced simply, dipping her head (in Kobra Kid's direction… who would've guessed).
"Specialty?" I asked. My face still burned watching Party Poison's eyes on the Lightning chick.
"Staying alive," she responded, fixing her eyes on me stoically. Hers were a chocolate brown- drastically different compared to her sister's.
"Fair enough…" I said absently, trailing off. Man, I couldn't focus. Between the heat and my jealously…
"Well, welcome to the crew then," Gerard introduced, "I'm Party Poison, this is my lil bro Kobra Kid, ace man over there's Jet Star, and he's-"
"Fun Ghoul," I finished for him. "I can damn well introduce myself." And with grumbling that, I yanked back the door board and sprinted the fuck out of there.
-Rip Wing's POV-
"S'matter with him?" my sister asked, nodding towards the squeaking board swaying back and forth. Party Poison and the Kid shrugged in unison- they really were brothers- and a heavy gloved hand clapped me on the shoulder. It took all I had against my instincts not to whip around and shoot the unfortunate motherfucker in the face.
"It's just Ghoul," Jet Star said apologetically. "You kinda hafta ignore his shit." My sister snickered.
"Guy sure thinks he's the shit," she said snidely, rolling her eyes. Party Poison reddened and glanced at his boots, shuffling uncomfortably. Hastily adjusting himself before anyone would notice (too late), he looked back at her and shook his head.
"He's great, really. I mean, typically he's funny and sweet and-"
"No need to describe your boyfriend to me," she interjected, " I got it." At this comment, poor Party Poison's face turned as red as his hair.
"Lightning…" I reprimanded her, appalled, but not really. It was like her to say something like that, but it didn't mean she should.
"He's not… we're just…" he stuttered. Silence followed and everyone shifted about awkwardly, pretending to be deeply interested in pieces of our clothing. Except my sister, of course, who continued to stand there pompously. How embarrassing.
"It's cool, bro," she said, walking by and slapping his back, "You're not the only one who missed the hetero boat." The door board swayed again violently with her exit.
"And then there were four," Kobra Kid muttered under his breath, concentrating intently on picking his nails.
"Actually, just three," Jet Star said. "Sorry guys, I gotta go set up for the new girls. And check on Sunshine. Nice to meet you, Razor. Have f…" He stopped himself, realising that this wasn't exactly the definition of "fun." Smiling awkwardly, but genuinely, he clomped down a flight of stairs disguised by a flag.
"I should… prolly go help," Party Poison muttered. But he didn't go down the stairs, but instead left through the board, leaving just Kobra Kid and me. Oh, sweet Jesus, this would happen.
