Mass Murder [OPEN]

[Bridge Carson]

"I'm an ESPer too, didn't we just read each others aura's? we should know this ... what language is ESPer in anyway?" Bridge's bit his lip and looked at a cloud in the sky "See, is it an acronym or something? Or is it Japanese for psychic? Only it can't be Japanese because it's written in katakana, Ooh! Maybe it's Spanish because it's pronounced "espa" like "espanol!"

[Whip Nagara]

Why was this man going on like this? Did he ever shut up?

"You don't understand. Our powers are greatly different." Whip said, "You can read auras, I know that. But what else? Anything?"

[Bridge Carson]

Bridge thought for a second.
"Ooh, my fingers wiggle when I say buttery," As if to prove his point the fingers on his right hand wiggled "See! It's because these extra-nerves run through my hands and they link my thinking to extra bits on my skin so I can read emotions and stuff but they also get caught up in some other nerves so they link foods I like to my hands which means every time I think of buttery-" *finger wiggle* "- toast my fingers wiggle,"

"Oh, yeah and I can read minds that too," Bridge said after another pause.

[Whip Nagara]

"Ok..." Whip muttered, "Well...I can do this." He put his free hand up and gave a telekenetic shove into Bridge. It wasn't strong enough for combat or anything, but could move him at least.

[Bridge Carson]

Bridge staggered backwards a bit, dragging Whip with him.
"Hey!" He wagged a finger at Whip "Do that again and I'm charging you with assaulting a police officer,"

[Whip Nagara]

Whip pulled back, "Let me go, now!" He snapped, "Or I'll keep doing it until you go down. Enough force and you should be knocked out."

(OOC: I can see these two working together for a while for some reason. Under their problems here, I could even see a sitcom)

[Bridge Carson]

"Really?" Bridge chided, "But we're still handcuffed together so you can knock me out and when the police get here (which they will unless there's been like a huge pileup or something) they'll find you rooting through my pockets or handcuffed to me," Bridge smiled smugly "So they'll either think your resisting arrest or that you're into handcuff's,"

[Whip Nagara]

"You underestimate me." Whip said, "I'd get out fast enough...why am I still talking to you about this?"

[Bridge Carson]

"I have absolutely no idea," Bridge said "Wanna talk about something else? Pie? Cake? Girls? What you know about these evil space aliens?"

[Whip Nagara]

Whip put his hand on the chain of the cuff, pushing his mental energy into it. The push couldn't break it open.

"I don't want to talk about anything." Whip told him, "I just want to go on my way. Places to be."

[Bridge Carson]

"Well that's not going to happen unless you tell me everything you know about the Space Clan," Bridge insisted.

[Whip Nagara]

"I pretty much have." Whip said, "I know no more than you do!"

[Bridge Carson]

Bridge sighed looking a bit dissapointed
"Fine, I might as well unlock you ... did you steal my key?" Bridge started to pat himself him down "Seriously, can you give me the key back or we're both stuck together ..."

[Whip Nagara]

"I didn't take your key." Whip said, "Are you telling me you don't have it?" He demanded, pulling on his arm.

[Bridge Carson]

"I must have dropped it ..." Bridge said, looking around "Help me find it will you!?"