4260/Whose impulsive

Whose impulsive
Date of Scene:	30 November 2020
Location:	Not set
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Bart Allen, Marc Spector

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Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen is just getting out of one of the classes he finds dull as all get out, and his stomach is growling. There are way to many people around to just run off and get food like he wants. So he acts like a normal student and heads out to the food trucks to see if he can find something he enjoys.

Marc Spector has posed:
Minding his own business, Marc Spector (in the guise of taxi driver Jake Lockley) parks his cab on the side of the street in order to take his own lunch break. Locking up the cab the old fashioned way, with a key, the hack-driver moves though the growing crowd towards the lunch trucks himself.

As he steps into line behind the gyro truck, the sometimes vigilante doesn't notice the group of unsavory looking characters that start to maneuver among the growing crowd.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will look around the carts, and ends up moving from one to another placing orders, and getting a slip for the name to be called out. He will his four different trucks and while it maybe a lot, he maybe planning on taking some with him or something?" He ended up behind Marc for the forth truck.

Marc Spector has posed:
Jake grumbles under his breath at the time it is taking to get through the line, glancing at his watch every so often like he is late for something important and is otherwise preoccupied barely registering that Bart moves in behind him.

It isn't until one of the men that is mingling in the crowd roughly shoulders his way past him and Bart that his focus snaps into attention and his eyes narrow slightly.

"Hey," calls out Jake with a hard edge to his voice, "Watch where you are going, pal! People are standing here!"

The guy in question turns his head back to look at Jake, a sinister, sly smile playing across his lips. "Yeah? What you going to do about it, hack?!" The thug lifts open the side of his jacket for a brief second, showing the automatic pistol tucked into the waistband.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen frowns a bit as he sees this. He will look around himself, and frowns a bit more. He will start to move towards the edge of one of the food trucks. He is ready to act but trying to find a way so people will not notice him doing it as much.

Marc Spector has posed:
If anything, the revelation of the gun only seems to anger the hack more than intimidate him. "Yeah?" Jake says as he stares down the thug while the other members of the gang start to move in around him. "What you going to do with that? Scratch your ass?"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will make sure that everyone is looking over towards what is happening, and with a bit of effort, he will leave a speed image of himself behind, and moves through the crowd in a blur getting each man's gun out and removing the bullets and putting the guns back in their holsters. He will move back to his image dumping the bullets down behind the food truck.

Marc Spector has posed:
The thug, somewhat surprised by the lack of fear or intimidation coming from the cabbie snarls at the insult and pulls the gun from the waistband of his pants and aims it towards Jake's forehead. "You a tough guy huh?! Let's see how tough you are with some new holes in your head."

Jake doesn't flitch. Something in his body language says this isn't the first time a gun has been held on him. "I'd still look better than you..." he retorts, a smile coming to his lips as his hands clench into fists. "Go on...take your shot. But I warn you, you're only going to get the one."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen blinks a bit at this and wonders if the cabbie might have a few screws loose, but he has fixed it so should not hurt to much. He will make a second pass amongst the guys, but this time it is to tie their shoelaces together each man's laces tied right to left.

Marc Spector has posed:
The gang leader is even more unsettled by the reaction from Jake, and cocks the hammer back on the automatic as his eyes narrow towards the cabbie, "That's it man...enjoy hell!"

Jake shouts, "You first!" and lunges at the pistol waving thug, ducking lower and shoving the outstretched arm up and away from the crowd even as the ganger pulls the trigger with a less awesome 'click' than he was expecting. The look of surprise on the thugs face as his gun misfires is quickly changed from confusion to pain as Jake's elbow makes contact with the bridge of his nose, shattering the cartilage inside with an eruption of blood from the nostrils.

As this occurs, the other gang members take a second to process what just happened before they start to move...and proceed to trip all over themselves.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen leans against the food truck smiling a bit. He does nod a bit impressed with the cabbies move. He will keep an eye on the guys but letting the cabbie handle this for now.

Marc Spector has posed:
Jake follows up the strike to the nose by grabbing the poor sods gun arm and hyperextending it over his shoulder to the point of breaking with a wet, audible snap followed by a scream as the thugs falls to his knees holding his now useless arm. Jake bends over to pick up the gun, eyeing it as he speaks to the gang leader, "I should make you eat this for ruing my lunch."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen winces a bit and ponders for a moment if he is going to have to stop the victim from kicking the thugs butt too much. He will give it a moment seeing if Marc is going to try to do worse, and if he needs to separate them.

Marc Spector has posed:
Jake looks like he is debating shoving the barrel of the gun into the thugs mouth, but ultimately decides against it as he tosses the gun to the ground. "Next time, order in."

Jake shoves the gang leader out of his way with a push of his foot and makes his way to the ordering window of the gyro place like nothing important just happened, looking to Bart "Oh, were you next? Sorry. Didn't mean to cut in line. Got distracted."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen shakes his head and says "Nope you were before me it is all good." He keeps an eye on both the thugs and Marc "You ok?" He asks the cabbie, as he waits to make his own order.

Marc Spector has posed:
Marc Spector nods to Bart as he moves to the window to order his food, the recent events seeming to be removed from his mind like they didn't just occur moments ago, "Hrm? Oh, yeah. Fine. Wasn't a big deal, just another idiot. World is full of them."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen nods slowly to this and he hears his number called out at the first place, and he will motion to them he will be over to get it in a moment making this order first.

Marc Spector has posed:
Jake makes his order, a gyro plate, and then moves to the side as he waits for his order to be prepped. He keep a careful eye on the gang, who keep casting murderous gazes in his direction even as the sounds of sirens echo in the distance, drawing nearer.

"Yeah, go on home boys. Make sure you are home before the street lights turn on, or there will be trouble." Jake smirks, taking up residence against the same wall Bart leans against. "They are just lucky I am not holding them for the cops."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will order some kabobs, and gets his number. "Be right back." He says and walks to grab food from three other cards and comes back to a pic nic table.

Marc Spector has posed:
Jake watches the gang more than he does Bart, but when he does look at Bart and notices the amount of food the young man is picking up he chuckles, "Hungry?, he calls over with a grin. "I don't think I could eat like that. Not anymore...ah to have the metabolism of youth."