I'm Just Too Good Lookin' to Die

I'm Just Too Good Lookin' to Die

LINKS: Trace Lani Hikaru alpha Kelvy

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June 12, 203X

Scored a couple jobs this week. Man. It's finally goin my way.

Yeah, so I left a pile of bodies when I blew out of Santa Diego; if that a-ho corp husband of Mikki's hadn't tried to send his goons to ice me, would have been no harm, no foul. Instead, I ended up dropping the whaleboy hammer on their pasty Parker butts. Cost them the whole Security detail and half the cube hotel I was staying in.

I don't blame Mikki; not her fault her jacked up Manager parents decided this island boy wasn't good enough for their darlin' daughter. Been that way ever since I left Oahu; without the clout of the family trade combine behind me, it's been whatever I could do with my own brains and brawn. My Mikki didn't care; she understood from the moment we met that I was out to be a self made dude, not just suckin' up to my daddy like my brothers all did. She went home at the end of vacation to break the news to her folks; I followed as soon as I could. So I walked in the door and found her parents had arranged for her to marry this pasty faced Parker dude, who immediately decided to unload a horde of ninja wannabees in power armor all over my butt. Bad choice, that.

I'm gonna get back there and rescue you, Mikki. It's just a matter of time. Time to get more skillz, more Giri, more clout. My own, not my family's. Cuz nobody messes with the frackin King of the Sea, baby. Nobody.

Said about as much to this dude Hikaru the other night at the Totentanz. Was telling him bout a bodyguard job I'd just finished down Lower City; Rollers dealin' with Milos the Greek and his goboys. I was covering Milos. Head Roller, some Indian-lookin guy with a name two sizes longer than he was, coppin tude all over; like I cared. What; was he lolo or something? I could pop him like a pimple on an orca's butt. But eventually we all chilled and the deal got done. And me; I earned some more Giri for the big pile marked "Payback For Mikki."

Oh yeah. Scored me a pet today. A fraggin' green tree frog, kinda like the ones we usta have back home. Tried to chew off my thumb, but chilled when he got a taste of the DNA cocktail in my blood. Now he sits on my head, up behind my skull crest, happy as all getout.

Think I'll keep him. Mikki loves that sorta stuff.

QUOTE O' THE WEEK

"I don't care how bad you THINK you are, I'm badder. And if you want to prove it, I'm willing to take you on."


	I'm Just Too Good Lookin' to Die
	LINKS: Trace Lani Hikaru alpha Kelvy ENTRIES: Last Week 2 Weeks 3 Weeks Archives
		June 12, 203X Scored a couple jobs this week. Man. It's finally goin my way. Yeah, so I left a pile of bodies when I blew out of Santa Diego; if that a-ho corp husband of Mikki's hadn't tried to send his goons to ice me, would have been no harm, no foul. Instead, I ended up dropping the whaleboy hammer on their pasty Parker butts. Cost them the whole Security detail and half the cube hotel I was staying in. I don't blame Mikki; not her fault her jacked up Manager parents decided this island boy wasn't good enough for their darlin' daughter. Been that way ever since I left Oahu; without the clout of the family trade combine behind me, it's been whatever I could do with my own brains and brawn. My Mikki didn't care; she understood from the moment we met that I was out to be a self made dude, not just suckin' up to my daddy like my brothers all did. She went home at the end of vacation to break the news to her folks; I followed as soon as I could. So I walked in the door and found her parents had arranged for her to marry this pasty faced Parker dude, who immediately decided to unload a horde of ninja wannabees in power armor all over my butt. Bad choice, that. I'm gonna get back there and rescue you, Mikki. It's just a matter of time. Time to get more skillz, more Giri, more clout. My own, not my family's. Cuz nobody messes with the frackin King of the Sea, baby. Nobody. Said about as much to this dude Hikaru the other night at the Totentanz. Was telling him bout a bodyguard job I'd just finished down Lower City; Rollers dealin' with Milos the Greek and his goboys. I was covering Milos. Head Roller, some Indian-lookin guy with a name two sizes longer than he was, coppin tude all over; like I cared. What; was he lolo or something? I could pop him like a pimple on an orca's butt. But eventually we all chilled and the deal got done. And me; I earned some more Giri for the big pile marked "Payback For Mikki." Oh yeah. Scored me a pet today. A fraggin' green tree frog, kinda like the ones we usta have back home. Tried to chew off my thumb, but chilled when he got a taste of the DNA cocktail in my blood. Now he sits on my head, up behind my skull crest, happy as all getout. Think I'll keep him. Mikki loves that sorta stuff.
QUOTE O' THE WEEK "I don't care how bad you THINK you are, I'm badder. And if you want to prove it, I'm willing to take you on."