Paradise City RP(Cowboy/Kyuubi/Ray)

[Ferro Cordis]

Frank looked at Brandon "Why you bitching Brandon? they look like queers if you ask me." Resting in the back of the truck bed leg folded over his other whistling. "And Raymond... Frankie sounds gay..."

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Ray tossed his luggage in and hopped into the back of the truck nimbly, but as he was disoriented by the lack of specs, he jumped a little too low and his legs hit the side, causing him to smack face-first into the back. He groaned, getting up as he rubbed his forehead and muzzle. "What, too hardcore for you bro? ENJOY THE NIGHTMARES!" He laughed and turned toward Frank. "Then Frankie suits you juuuuust right!" He stuck his tongue out playfully.

[Bee]

"SEE YOU LATER, BINDEHOS!!!" Brandon yelled, as he floored the truck, spraying burning rubber and bits of asphalt at the gangbangers as he pulled away, hammering the manual transmission through its gears.

"So, where do you guys wanna go first?" he asked, too calmly, "wanna swing by my place and drop y'alls stuff off?"

[Ferro Cordis]

"Stuff? ...What Stuff?" Frank asked bluntly. "I barely have any clothing and the guitars always with me." Frank leaned back with a sigh then laughed at Raymond "Anti bad ass here has shit loads." basking in the sun "...Why dose this place have to be SO FUCKING HOT?!" Complaining to himself.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Where do I wanna' go? Dudes, I just met you guys in person for the first time ever, I'm STOKED!" Ray laughed as he shuffled through the briefcase. He looked up at Frank and sneered. "Anti-badass? Like either of you are badass!" The coyote chuckled.

[Bee]

Brandon snorted, as he pulled onto the Interstate, pointing his truck in the direction of home.

"I'm more badass than either of y'all put together." He said, steering with his knee rather well as he lit up a cigarette.

[Ferro Cordis]

Frank smiled "Yeah, But I have a guitar... Bad assness comes with it." Laughing at himself "What? No? Nothing? Screw you guys." Holds up a bottle full of change "At lest it makes money." Shrugging.

[Bee]

Brandon laughed, as he weaved the pickup truck through the slower traffic.

"Guitars aren't cool. Rifles and badass trucks are cool. Besides, I can very easily dump y'all off in a place I know like the back of my ha-err...paw, and y'all would be completely lost!" he chuckled, as he blew past a rice rocket, the deep, rumbling exhaust drowning out the fartcan rattle of the little Honda.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Heh, guitars, rifles and badass trucks? That's your idea of badass?" Ray smirked. "HARDCORE PORN is badass. The kind that makes people wish they weren't born with eyes! Its always the non-conformist and unpredictable out-of-the-ordinary shit like that that makes the obvious, like say... tanks, seem like they're over compensating." He chimed casually, and lay back at the back. "Holy shit, it IS hot."

[Ferro Cordis]

"Maybe your over compensating... Hot porn ugly perso-...Coyote." Laughs as he swings his guitar around and starts randomly playing. "You fight dirty... Like the japs in WWll. good job you make the stereo types win."