Bearing a befuddled gaze as to why he is even in the dojo, LeStrange listens in on Bourbon's over accentuated ramblings. Thoughts of malice flood his mind as he is still fuming over not being able to get his hands on Trax the previous week and determined to prove to the world he is here to stay. Angered even moreso at the fact of another relative newcomer in Carnage believes he has what it takes to out brutalize him. His brow becoming more arched as his temper flares, it is quickly snapped as Bourbon mentions his name.

A guitar, LeStrange has had several, all of which pawned to pay rent at a previous residence. Suddenly a thought popped into his head, as he remembers who has a guitar, fresh for snatching, and it is barely used. He makes his way out of the dojo and gets half way to his truck before the rest of Bourbon's incoherent words sink in.

Wait........WHAT?¿? Did he just say we were going to start a rock band? I hope it is not one of his acid shroom spirtual journey trips he's planning. Either way, we are surely fucking doomed.[/size]

[/color]He continues towards his truck reaching for an empty pack of Pall Mall cigarettes. A shout of disdain roarsAre you fucking shitting me?As he loads up into his truck, he googles the location of the nearest gas station on his LG Sunrise, which is dwarfed in his massive hands.

A key in the ignition and off he goes five minutes down the street to a Sinclair. Pulling through the lot, pedestrians shudder at the sight of a giant clown driving a rusted 88 Blazer. Upon exiting the vehicle, patrons clear a path in hopes of avoiding a confrontation. Making his way through the entrance, he notices there is on carton left of his brand, and a youngster of about the age of 19 or 20 eying the same thing. LeStrange makes eye contact with the young man, staring him down menacingly until the kid breaks down and leaves the store in haste. Finally arriving at the counter, the clerk politely asks LeStrange to make his choice. The Monster obliges and is rung up.

Clerk: 42 dollars and 16 cents in a Punjabi accent

sighExpensive, fuck it, throw in two of those skin magazines of your choice.

Smiling a bit, the clerk picks two at random and places all the items in a bag. LeStrange leaves the store and heads to his truck, again onlookers being sure to avoid an explosive situation. He enters his truck and starts it up while screwing a cigarette between his lips. Before he takes off, he strikes a match to light up his smoke and flicks it out the window. Burning out briefly, the truck zooms off and the still lit match lands in a pool of gas near a leaky nozzle.

The camera now focuses on LeStrange traveling onward with the gas station exploding in the background.

To Adam's place it is.


A few hours pass, and LeStrange pulls up to a crack infested apartment building.[color=#FF4500]Only Adam would find this place cozy he quips. Getting out of his car he sees a strung out Adam on the porch, taking hits from a bong. LeStrange picks up a rock and flings it just to the right oh Adam, snapping him to attention.

Are you ever not high? We need to discuss something. Bourbon has the stupidest idea of starting a band with me, Vinny Lane, and Rebel Star. So I'm taking your guitar.

Adam Wednesday: So much for the discussion. Anyways, why all of a sudden join forces with Lane, I heard him karaoke Cherry Pie once, shit was bad man. Oh and by the way congrats on getting married.

I'm not married.

What about the baby?

There is no baby. Just shared hallucinations Trax started when he gassed the arena last with vaporized LSD and Nitro-Methanol. No shut up about the shit and go get your guitar.

Chill man. What the fuck happened to you? The thing that came to be all those years ago was just happy to be back into the world, enjoying life's simple indulgences, but lately you kinda became...I dunno....an angry tampon.

LeStrange backhands Adam.You don't get it. I was a feared entity in the 1800s, even the league refused to challenge me. The Parisian countryside was my domain and all who stepped foot perished.

You talking Justice league right?

No you un-enlightened shit for brains. Allen Quartermain, Claude Rains, Professor Van Helsing, the League of extraordinary gentleman.

You need mellowing dude, being evil is not all its cracked up to be. Media and shit desensatizes people. Chill, relax, and smoke this bud.

LeStrange takes a seat and grumpily takes a hit from Adam's. Before long he directs Adam to his truck and get a suprise gift. Adam rushes to the truck and grabs his magazines, as if knowing they were there waiting for him.

Wrapping up the day, the twosome set fire inside a barrel out of dry rotted logs and crusty magazines. LeStrange lights up another cigarette and gets in his truck. Headed back to the Dojo he flips off Adam and drives off.

Catch ya later man.

TBC.