Danger Days ≫The Creatures [on hold]

01; look alive sunshine

"Look alive, Sunshine. 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit. You're here with me: Dr. Death Defying, I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive, a system failure for the masses, antimatter for the master plan louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny

This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers all you crash queens and motor babies

Listen up!"

At that precise moment the old weathered yellow jukebox gives in, static overtaking the broadcast. Sighing James hits the side of hit attempting to bring the broadcast back. Meanwhile Aleks off to the side, attempting to remove scuff marks off the vintage checkered tile with the toe of his shoe as an act of boredom. Jordan and Joe had disappeared somewhere, most likely out working on the car as the motor has sounded odd, most likely from always being pushed to the edge.

"This place fucking sucks.", James spits, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the chipping paint that had been caked in the jukebox after it's been refurnished with a working radio function. It'd been James' work that'd put it together, and he was now obviously upset by the ordeal of it not working.

"What did you expect?", Aleks asks grimly, "this life isn't quite luxurious." His mouth was pressed into a thin line; it always is now days though something to do with the amount of running they did.

"I don't know what exactly I expected other than a fucking working jukebox. How else are we supposed to hear the broadcast?", James sighs turning back to the counter where a half empty cup of soda sits. Stef is to the left of it, legs swinging innocently, her helmet on the chrome and red stool next to her. She was oblivious to James cursing and Aleks remarks about the zone which were full of distain; in fact Stef was oblivious to most things only paying attention when necessary which was usually in combat with BLi.

"I'm sure Jordan has the radio on, it'll be fine.", Aleks states running a hand through his hair. His shirt rides up as he does this showing a bit of his midriff, a sign they'd need new clothes before long.

James nods in response to him walking over and taking a seat on a stool next to Stef, done with the topic of the disfunctional jukebox. As he sits his raygun holster hits against the adjacent stool causes an awful sound that makes Aleks recoil, eyes meeting James wide from being startled. A grin appears on James face as he does it again finding amusement in the way Aleks grimaces. Stef rolls her eyes at the taunting between the two sipping from her cup of cola as Aleks flips James off.

Normally they'd have some sort of distraction to keep them from wanting to tear into each other from annoyance, fighting Draculoids or causing havoc, but with Jordan doing repairs on the car all four killjoys were limited in movement for today. This left them to annoy each other, James and Aleks being the worst.
Jordan had a lot of tolerance for dealing with them on days like this though, although he was out of building at the moment.

When Jordan finally does reenter the building, he's covered in dark grease and closely followed by Joe who was clean most likely from observing more than helping; Joe was good at that. Jordan removes his red cap, revealing the sandy locks beneath, dumping the cap on the counter. James and Aleks look at him expectantly as if he were the carrier pigeon they'd been waiting for, although this pigeon seems to be lacking information as he slumps down on a stool. Joe leans against the jukebox giving it a incredulous look knowing it should be pumping out music and broadcasts not radio silence and the occasional bit of ear deafening static.

"The car okay?", Stef is the one to break the silence.

"Yeah, someone just needs to stop giving it so much trouble when they get in the drivers seat.", Jordan gives Aleks a pointed look knowing he tore the car up when in the position to do so. Aleks shrugs lacking care for the problem.

"You fixed it didn't you?", Aleks sneers quite cattily. Despite his relaxed exterior it's obvious the man felt a little offended by the remark muttering, "you do the exact fucking same thing", under his breath. Jordan rolls his eyes dropping the topic seeing Aleks was already stretched thin from James earlier taunting.

Silence falls again and today there's no laughter only tension from the lack of a jukebox, or fun times. The silence is not complete though as the sound of Joe fiddling with the jukebox is heard, all the guys looking at him as he twist dials. Somehow his tactics pay off, the broadcast from Mr. Death Defying coming back into range his voice barely audible among the loud static that overrides him.

"The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary", is all that's heard before he signal fades out again.

"Come on Joe!", James yells, getting up stumbling over as he trips upon standing up. A combined effort of James and Joe fiddle with the dials seeking out signal to hear the rest of the broadcast. Finally it comes back in, just in time to catch the last of his words before it fades again.

"It's time to do it now and do it loud, Killjoys make some noise!"

"That's our cue boys!"