DAY 6 [HHGS] - Start with a Treat [Now Closed]

[Milkbone]

Time: Day 6, Morning
Weather: Rain, and Fog
Location: Heaven and Hell Gas Station.
Characters: Milkbone, Anyone Willing or Available [OPEN]

If he hadn't needed the sleep and gas, he probably wouldn't stayed in town long.
Milkbone rode on his motorcycle, as rain pattered against its metal, its wheels, his helmet and his jacket. The cold water was soaking into his pants and boots. The fog wasn't helping either. He couldn't go as fast as he would've liked.
This morning hadn't been very good. Horrible actually. Usually he didn't mind skipping breakfast, nor staying the night at a majorly fancy hotel, but waking up this morning... Something just seemed a little off. He knew he wanted to be back on the road again, but it felt like something had rooted him to this town...
Whatever, that was probably his hungry stomach talking. Or the irratation about the fact that no store or anything seemed to be open.
After what seemed a while, he finally found some place that looked open.
Heaven and Hell Gas Station.
Milkbone felt his mouth twitch. If the Pit-Saints were still together, they probably would've loved to have a place like this as their hang out, the name suited just fine. But memories weren't important right now. As quick as he could, he parked his bike in the front and rushed to the building.
He pushed open the door, and stood inside the station, dripping wet.

Luckily, his hair wasn't ruined under the helmet.

[Gina the Rose]

Leaning back against the wall behind the register, Gina smiled like she’d been expecting someone to walk in the door. Even this early in the day she looked perfectly prepared for a customer.

“Hello, cutie.” Her hands naturally went to her hips as she swayed out from behind the counter. “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you here?”

She looked Milkbone up and down slowly, not bothering to be subtle. She walked towards him, practically prowling.

“Folks come here to see me pump their gas, but I offer all kinds of service.”

Gina looked him over again for good measure, this time stopping at his feet.

"Although if you wouldn't mind not tracking water everywhere. I really only like things to get slippery and wet outside."

[Milkbone]

After Milkbone had removed his helmet, that's when he noticed the girl.
... And her quite revealing clothing.
He has traveled through cities and their darker parts. The first thing that came to mind was the boys, girls and other that were out on the streets selling themselves, under whatever influence that had convinced them.
This chick had the eyes of an air head, not someone whose lost hope.

He followed her eyes as she looked him up and down, and accepted her comment on his wet clothing.

"I'm sorry," Milkbone said. His voice would've told anyone that didn't know him that he might've just woken up from sleep, but anyone who knew him knew that his voice was naturally like this.

[Gina the Rose]

“Don’t worry too much, little mister. I like your jacket,” she added in an almost sing-song way. It was possible that Gina never actually stopped grinning; she certainly never got tired of it, at least. She sauntered up to the window and looked outside, squinting to try and make shapes out through the dog. Ooh, this guy had just the hottest motorcycle. It wasn’t often that she got to service one of those. She giggled in appreciation.

“So what’re you here for?” she asked as she turned back to Milkbone, folding her arms and pushing up her breasts. “We don’t get much foreign traffic through here.”

She looked back out the window at the rain and fog. With all the rain outside, maybe he’d want his motorcycle washed. It was one of the few things that brought customers out on rainy days, she figured.

[Milkbone]

"Passing through."

Milkbone took a look around the inside of the small station. It was like any gas station he'd been to, the regular things of candies, snacks, car decorations, and all matter and mix of what not.
It was normal, for a station called Heaven and Hell.
He noticed Gina looking outside at the corner of his eye. He turned his head. The sounds of rain against the roof and pavement outside were loud, and the thick fog almost made it though the rain was coming out of nowhere.
His bike seemed to be fine, the silver color was untarnished, and even through the fog he could still see the letters printed on its side.

D-E-A-T-H.
Death had come to visit Heaven and Hell for a refill. That reminds him...

"I need a fill up on my bike."

[Gina the Rose]

“Oooh. I can take care of that. Folks always like to watch me pump it,” Gina said. She threw open the door and stepped out, absentmindedly gesturing for Milkbone to follow her. The rain was getting everywhere, running along the underside of the roof covering the gas pumps, but Gina didn’t notice.

As she filled up the motorcycle she arched into the pump, posing.

“Have you seen the sights yet?” she called over her shoulder towards the storefront. She shifted her weight to one leg and jutted out a hip, just to make sure her customer was watching.

[Milkbone]

He only followed her to the door, and watched as she walked outside to the thick fog and the pouring rain. The way she acted and the way the water hit and streamed down her skin and into her revealing clothing suggested a stripper to Milkbone.

He caught in the inquiry through the pounding liquid. The only things he's seen so far was that Hotel he was currently staying at, the long streets, the thick fog, and the persisting rain.
He reached into one of the breast pockets of his leather jacket, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one, and put in his mouth, grateful that it hadn't gotten wet. He put up the pack, took out the match box in the same pocket, light a match, and then lit his ciggy.

"No." He answered as he puffed smoke to add into the fog.

[Gina the Rose]

"Well there's plenty to see. We've got the hotel, the bell tower, the diner... I guess we've got a murder site too, if you're into that."

Gina tosses her hair back as she removed the nozzle from the bike and returned it to a battered-looking pump. She spun around and cat-walked back to the door, where she paused to take off her hat and shake the water off it.

Although, now that she was thinking of the murder, she realized that here before her was a stranger to the town who was a little too quiet, maybe even a little suspicious, riding a motorcycle called death. There was only one thing she could do.

"That'll be 21.47," she said and held out a hand.

[Milkbone]

Murder site?

Milkbone's eyes perked up, but his expression remained the tired calm and he didn't speak. That might be the reason for the nagging, for the strange darkness that seemed to loom. A murder, and this town looked abandoned anyway.
He reached into his jacket, into the inner pocket. He found his wallet... and his knife. A large switch blade, if he had to use it he would.

He took out his wallet, and gave the woman a twenty five.

[Gina the Rose]

Gina took the money happily and, after wiping her boots off on the doormat, went to the register to get change. She missed Milkbone's reaction to the mention of the murder, only party out of her distaste for the subject.

"I like the silent type, you know," she remarked as she returned, "but I think I missed your name somewhere."

With practiced confidence she leaned towards Milkbone, just past the edges of good taste and personal space, holding out his change.

"I'll go first. I'm Gina, but folks call me The Rose," she said. She fluttered her eyelashes in the most charming way she knew.

[Milkbone]

Gina leaned in, mere millimeters to Milkbone's face, that smile on her face and her breath against his skin. He didn't show it, but he was starting to get uncomfortable. Her remark about liking the silent type he found Ironic, considering that she was the one who was mainly talking the entire time.

He took the change, his fingerless gloves just barely grazing the lady's skin. He back up, with his personal space with him once again. He put the change in one of his jeans' pockets, deciding to put it in his wallet later. He straightened his jacket and smoothly touched his heavily greased hair with a hand.

Rose, a symbol of Love and Beauty, can easily be associated with Death. Well, not today, and not now.

"Milkbone," he said quietly, "Call me Milkbone."

[Gina the Rose]

"Milkbone? Well, there's plenty of dogs around town. I'm sure you'll be real popular," she teased. "I'll have to ask them how you taste, maybe take a bite myself." She licked her lips in demonstration.

"But if that's all the service that you need for now..." the rest of that thought went unsaid. "Be careful out in the rain, Mister Milkbone. Folks say all kinds of things about the rain in these parts."

[Milkbone]

All kinds of things in the rain.

That thought echoed as Milkbone nodded at the girl, showing his lack of emotion.

We've gotta murder site too.
All kinds of things in the rain.

His helmet on his head, his bike filled with fuel, he started up his silver 'cycle. The Rose still in the window of Heaven and Hell Gas Station. He drove, through the fog and the rain.

All kinds of things in the Rain...