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Finally, after over a year and many promises, here is my version of Arkham Asylum.
There’s no need for many explanations here in this text, because I designed an 82-page Making-of-book that explain every little step. And the best part: It’s for free.
You can find all the pages here on flickr or you can download a free PDF-version from Uploaded.to. You don’t need to create an account, just follow this LINK. It takes about 20 - 40 minutes.
Well, I hope you enjoy everything.
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"...I am the spirit of Amadeus Arkham. Through my actions, I have saved this cursed city, though my own curse is to forever remain in the shadows. My story is carved into the very soul of Arkham and will only be revealed to those dedicated enough to discover it..."
Brickworld 2014
Left to right:
Copperhead - Overall happy with her. Wish I had a better torso though. :/
Deadshot - Not much has changed. Just changed the face to flesh and gave him the eye thingy.
Anarky - Same as before.
Joker - Nothing special. I was thinking about giving him a black trench coat, but I liked how this looked.
Black Mask - Nothing has changed.
Killer Croc - Same as BM.
Az Bat - Wish I had that cowl in dark blue, but I havn't been able to get my hands on one yet... Other than that I like him. Reason I gave him the dark blue "Undies" was beccause I thought he needed more (dark) blue.
Bane - Probally second favourite, I really like those combos. Although you can't see it that well, he has a Visior strapped to his jacket thingy. I think the Vambrace is on the wrong side, but if it were on the other side you wouldn't see it, so I put it on this side.
Deathstroke - This one is my favourite. I finally got the Kai Fighter set yesterday so I was finally able to finish my DS, and take this picture. Although Credit for the use of the armor and mask goes to [TheSillyBoy]. Very very happy with him. :D
Electrocutioner - Damn, I forgot to give him his HandCuff braces! Oh well. But other than that I think he turned out pretty good. Especially like the torso.
Lady Shiva - Although she isn't 100% acourite, I still like these combos. I wish I had found the old hair to this version, but I don't know where I put it, so I had to sue Snape's.
Firefly Finally finished this figure. I tried and tried to make good wings, but either they were too small, or too big. In the end I just wish I wnet with these in the first place. :P
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All based off TheMooseFigs designs (on purpose ;) )
I'm sorry these are so late, but I had to wait for parts, was busy, etc etc. Anyway hope you like them, Moosey. I think they turned out great, some of them not so great, but others great. :)
I also apologise that the rest of my Comic Book Collection hasn't been posted yet, my Wi-Fi was down (again), so I didn't have a chance to post them, but hopefully they will be up soon. I'm also working on my Connor Hawke Zero 'Issue' and my first Commisar story is also as good as finished. :D I am hoping to have them uploaded before Monday beccause I'll be on vaca for 3 weeks, and won't be taking many bricks with me.
And did anyone see the new Arrow ? Holy crap that episode was awesome!
Comments and faves appreciated. :)
Although I can not enter my own contest I felt like I'd contribute my attempt at the build.
Please note that majority of these bricks are from my younger years and many of them look pretty rough from scratches and even some baring the teeth I once used to separate two bricks (Kids, never do it! You will regret it)
I think I did alright for my first attempt of this build, I had planned it prior to making it so a lot of thought went into it!
I first drew up on paper the key shape to this car along with key features I needed to have. Then I went on LDD laying out where these key elements would go and to give me a better idea for sizing.
Then I went though thousands of LEGO bricks in a large tub of mine gathering all the black pieces I could find! (Other than a few bricks)
Overall it is a pretty solid build, when I come back to change some things I will be focusing on the front section (Which I will lower) and the back which I will alter slightly.
I had to use a lot of angled pieces to get this looking right.
L to R:
Doctor Jeremiah Arkham: I've always been interested in this character, and I liked the Hugo Strange head on him.
Great White Shark AKA Warren White: This has been done to death not too much to say here. I used the Arkham look because it reminded me of when he ran his gang out of the Asylum.
Ten-Eyed Man AKA Philip Reardon: I want to change the hair later, but I thought the head showed his blindness well.
Calendar Man AKA Julian Day: I really like what's been done with this character. I based this off of his Arkham and Long Halloween look.
Amygdala AKA Aaron Helzinger: I tried to draw scars from his surgery on subtly.
Doctor Double X AKA Doctor Simon Ecks: I didn't have the pieces to make his whole costume but I like the helmet a lot.
Let me know what you think!
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This is the left half of my Arkham Asylum holding cells.
Scarecrow: includes a locker and a fear toxin formula.
Penguin: includes a locker and an umbrella.
Mr. Freeze: includes two controls used for the process of curing Nora and Nora, concealed by a cryo-chamber with glass window.
I will post a close-up of Freeze and Nora later, as well as the final picture of the cells.
This build, like most of mine, was inspired by various moments in TNBA, BTAS and the Arkham series. It's not all that interesting, just a typical Joker scheme.
Anyhow, tell me what you think.
This is is the third picture of my Arkham Asylum. Originally this was intended to be the last but there will be one of Freeze on his own. Unlike the other inmates, Riddler isn't aloud any privileges. The Arkham guards think that he could use anything to escape.
Hello everyone,
So this is my 2nd version of Arkham City, hope you like it! I put a lot work in this, and I think it turned out great, much better than my previous Arkham City.
I uploaded this MOC a little too late, I am in the middle of a testweek at school, so that explains everything :3 Also, I just got a new room, I have 3 sisters and they all have their own house, so I switched chambers and I got a much bigger place, which is great!
Hope you like it, and please checkout the video for more detailed views!
See you next time,
Ruben
Video:
Older Arkham City Moc:
=====Arkham City======
*He's in my head. He's still in my head, taunting me. Telling me to let go, and kill Simms... I can smell him- one of my few senses not damaged, and he smells of blood and rot. Simms' is crying... something tells me I should kill him, for thinking he knows pain like mine... No, what am I thinking? It's the drug... Got to drown it out*
Blackfire- Not even Batman could resist my pull Philip, and you are not he. You're just a sad blind man. But join me, and you can become so much more.
*Simms whimpers, he's struggling, trying to get free. He's... Pathetic. Yes. Blackfire's right. He's a pathetic, disgusting man, he deserves death... He deserves... The gun feels heavier all of a sudden*
Ten- You're right. I am just a blind man.
Blackfire- Yes.
*It'll all be over. If I just pull the trigger*
Ten- These mechanical things aren't my hands, I lost those too.
Blackfire- You would be rewarded Philip, handsomely.
*But I don't care about what's easy, or not. I'm not going to satisfy this... this devil... this snake*
Ten- Or you could kill me. Your drugs only work when you have nothing left, and *I* have faith. You'd be better off killing me. I'm a criminal after all. That's why you would want me to kill Mr Camera, isn't it? But maybe, maybe I'm just guessing, but I don't think your followers would want you murdering a defenceless blind man. A blind man with no hands to defend himself. Is that it? God knows I'm not a
threat to you, He knows.
*The gun falls to the ground. Simms sniffles some more. Snot runs down his tuxedo*
Blackfire- What are you-?
*Ten removes his hands, and walks back from Blackfire.*
Ten- Kill me. And show your followers the truth about Deacon Blackfire
*They watch all three of them. Blackfire for the first time in an eternity looks unsure of himself. Ten places a handless arm around Simms*
Ten- Get up.
Blackfire- You can't defy me Philip! I see your future! Nothing but bones, and death!
Ten- What... what else is new.
*The watchers growl. "He's a fraud!" cry some. "He's a liar!"*
Blackfire- You... You dare? You all dare?
*Blackfire picks up his gun and fires. It's empty*
Ten- You... You didn't think I'd leave it loaded, did you? I thought you'd know.
Blackfire- No.
*"He would have shot the blind man!" "Where's his honour!" "He doesn't have any power! If he did, he wouldn't need a pistol!"*
Blackfire- Lies! The Ten-Eyed Demon lies!
Ten- Tut tut Deacon, you forget the Ninth Commandment "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour."
*Ten leaves, just as the mobs of Blackfire's followers leap from the balcony, atop of him*
Blackfire- He's the liar! I would never-
*But that was the last thing Philip heard from The Deacon, as the followers cries drowned him out. As he made his way through the labyrinth, Simms finally spoke*
Simms- You should have killed me. I would've.
Ten- Your life is not mine to take, and there are codes in place I will never break. For months, my principles have been tested. They've brought me pain, and agony. But, if I abandon those, I don't know what I'd have. I can't feel, I can't see. Those principles. My will. Those are the only things that have kept me going. Since the war, since Blackgate.
Simms- You're an idiot, then?
Ten- You tried to kill me over a photo. Tell me, who's really the idiot.
Simms- My issues are a compulsion Reardon. Yours, are just a delusion.
Ten- So you're not a religious man.
Simms- Of course not. No God would put people through this hell. No God would idly sit by while his people fought and killed each other. And, if he did, I wouldn't *want* him to exist, because he'd be an utter psycho, worse than that cultist back there.
Ten- Hm.
*Ten and Simms arrived at Elliot Heights a half hour later. Rigger and Brown were very accomodating. Rigger was quick to tell the tale of how he'd caught the Iceberg shooter all by himself. And Philip sat in a chair. He wasn't going to allow Simms words to change him. No. He was proud of who he was, and, quite frankly, he was getting rather bored of being told what to do by maniacs*
---------ONE WEEK LATER--------
====Gar's Apartment====
*After his wrongful imprisonment in Arkham Asylum, and for his bravery "rescuing" Hugo Strange from Killer Wasp, Gar was rewarded with a new home- he'd lost the other one the night his daughter was conceived. Drury was quick to help him settle in. Sitting across from his date, he couldn't help notice her unease*
Gar- I'm sorry, you seem distracted.
Shawna- Huh?
Gar- Is it Josie? I can move her if you want, it should be her bedtime anyway.
Shawna- No... No.. You have a lovely daughter, really, but-
*Here we go, Gar thought*
Gar- Is it the dogs? They're Rigger's.
Shawna- No... You, um, you don't look quite like your profile picture.
Gar- Ah. Yeah.
Shawna- What did you say the accident was? Sorry, I'm intruding.
Gar- No, not at all... Pyrotechnics exploded, nasty, real pretty, but nasty...
*Of course. This was the third date he'd had this month, and the third to leave because of his burns. Gar never insulted her ventriloquist dummy...*
Shawna- Sorry, I think I should go.
*She grabs her coat and gets up to leave, passing Drury as she leaves, puppet in hand*
Drury- Gar?
Gar- Drury.
Drury- Sorry, is this a bad time?
*Gar glances at his date, now halfway up the driveway with no signs of stopping*
Gar- Nah, couldn't be better.
Drury- Find a Foe?
Gar- Yeah.
Drury- Ah, who needs 'em! You'll find someone! I did!
Gar- And every day I question it... here, come in. Got you those beers ya like.
*Gar hands him one. A Scottish import. Drury gratefully accepts it, and takes a sip*
Gar- This isn't a social visit I take it?
Drury- Heh... How could you tell?
Gar- You're a terrible liar for one thing.
Drury- Heh, so I've been told.
*Gar swigs his beer, and smirks*
Gar- We were lucky Drury. If you weren't mayor, they'd have shipped us off already. Me. You. Miranda. Those... Talons? They're just the first sign.
Drury- ... I need you Gar.
Gar- I know. I know. I'd burn that whole stinkin' place down if I could. Place is an eyesore. Psychos everywhere.
Drury- And our friends?
Gar- They're tough Drury. Think they haven't been through worse?
Drury- You're right, but this is Ra's Al Ghul we're talking about! I... I need a new team. Now that the Misfits are... divided.
Gar- That's one way of putting it. Who have you got in mind?
*Drury moves uncomfortably in his seat*
Gar- Ah. Him. Good luck.
*Gar rubs his ribs, remembering the scars Drury returns a wry smile. Gar didn't get a lot of visitors these days, so he couldn't help but keep Drury around, just a little longer*
Gar- Hey, I shouldn't be showing you this, but the editing team put together a trailer for Billings' film. Want a look?
Drury- Isn't it a little early into production?
Gar- Don't worry, they'll fix it in post.
*So they watch it. From it's poor CGI, to Killer Croc's cry of "Truly Billings you are the greatest" and Scarecrow admitting to Billings "You win, you beautiful man, you win!" the two watch the trailer in full. When it's finished, Gar turns to Drury expectantly*
Drury- Ohhh, it's like The Room.
Gar- What, no it isn't! That film's like a parody or something isn't it?
Drury- No, no it isn't.
....
Gar- Fuck, my film's The Room...
====Diner. Metropolis East-Side====
*A young waitress walks over to the four men in the corner booth, and pours them coffee. One, is a man in his late forties, small, skinny. He's greying, and wears a pair of small half moon glasses. The next man wears a long overcoat, gloves and a round cap, which covers his peculiar skin tone and pointed ears. The third is of African decent. His hair is slicked back, and his eyes are drawn to a pair of young men fighting outside. The fourth is hunched over, he's old, dressed in what looked like a silk dressing gown. The last towers over the first. He, like the waitress is a Spanish immigrant of some description*
Waitress- Can I get you anything to eat sirs?
*The small man looks at his cohorts. " Caesar salad. No dressing. No bacon please."*
*The others order the house special: Soup and a steak sandwich. The big man turns to the waitress and uncharacteristically smiles, talking with her in Spanish. She laughs, glancing at Kuttler before giggling again and walking over to the register
Kuttler- What did you say?
Bane- I said, "Best give this one that bacon He could use it"
Kuttler- I'm on the diet.
Bane- You should keep your strength up.
*His voice turns into a deep whisper*
Bane- Now, tell us about Brown.
Kuttler- *You* already know my thoughts on the matter. His type is a liability. Him, Nygma, Answer. They can't help but talk and spew clues. And, if he *does* cut a deal, there's no telling what-
Bane- Brown knows nothing about *this.*
Adam- I side with Kuttler. He knows about our existence. Is that not enough?
Sinestro- I say we're wasting time with this Cluemaster. Our priorities should lie with the Saviour Agenda and the Justice League, not "Arkham City." Let Earth's government have their fun. Why, have you seen the crime reports? All the most dangerous threats are under lock and key, and the second stringers who aren't are too afraid to step out of line out of fear of joining them. It *is* impressive.
Bane- Too impressive.
Sinestro- So long as they're not interfering with *our* plans, they can do what they please. *I'm* concerned about Flannegan.
Adam- Are you referring to that... Ratcatcher?
Sinestro- Yes I am. He flew off with one of my rings Adam, and now that lunatic is out there, using it for lord knows what.
Bane- No. Thawne said Flannegan wasn't wearing the ring.
Kuttler- You talked to Thawne? When? Why wasn't I-?
Bane- Last year. After that New Mexico... fiasko. That was Flannegan's work. And the Beast's.
Faust- It's true then. He's dead!
Kuttler- Not so loud...
Bane- I'm not so sure.
Sinestro- We'll have to make a decision shortly if we are to search for a replacement speedster.
Adam- He wouldn't like to be replaced.
Sinestro- Then the least he could do would be to attend our meetings. Where's Ocean Master?
Bane- The Amazon. Someone needed to deal with it.
*Faust finishes his coffee
Faust- Bah. Speedsters. They're overrated anyhow.
==Panessa Studios, Now==
"That was a no, was it?" Pitt finished, dressed in Cluemaster's orange jumpsuit, a yellow scarf around his neck.
'I wouldn't have thought it, but Brad does play a good Cluemaster,' Gar admitted, as he turned a dial on the console.
At the side, Booker stood mouthing his counterpart's closing words.
"A very polite one, but yes."
The director rose from his chair, running his hand through his hair. "Not bad people, great work! We'll resume after lunch."
Gar nodded, removing his headset. 'Beats working for Billings, that's for sure,' he murmured, as he made a beeline for the breakroom.
"Actually-" the director called out, "Gar, can I talk to you for a minute? I brought in a construction consultant- bit of a mouthful I know, hah. I was hoping you'd give the 101 tour, the basic lay of the land."
"Oh, uh, sure," Gar said, as he zipped his jacket up.
"Great! She'll be here in a few minutes, ok. I'll send her to you."
===My Alibi. Years Ago===
Gar opened the door with a rusty creak, taking particular notice of the sign in the front window. "Private Function."
Assembled around a round table of sorts (simply several stools pushed together) were the Misfits. As the rest of the group joked about with each other, Drury, sitting at the far end, sat fiddling with his engagement ring. *His* engagement ring. Didn't even feel real. As Chuck nudged his elbow to get his attention, his eyes lit up.
"Gar! Did you see the suits I ordered?" he yelled out cheerfully.
"Yeah, they're... colourful. You, uh, seem excited," Gar noted, scratching a patch of dry skin on his neck.
"Love them! Got the bridesmaids in mellow yellow, but us lads, the OGs, we've got purple... Nothing, uh, nothing rhymes with purple, but you get my point," Drury smiled bashfully.
"Uh, sure."
"We get to pick our own logos, right?" Chuck chimed in. "For the breast pocket."
"Oh, aye, custom made. Whatever kites, calendars or flames that take your fancy. C'mon, sit down, sit down," Drury continued, as he grabbed another stool for Gar. He didn't sit down.
"Christ, Drury, you don't even have a date set," Wist gasped, a tad off put by his enthusiasm.
"We can't all elope in Vegas, Dave," Drury chuckled.
"Ha! You'd think he'd priotise that. Fortunately," Julian began. "He has me." He continued, now turning to Drury. "Now, I know you'll want to do it on Valentine's Day, all aspiring couples do, but it's cliché. Think of all the other potential holidays. Father's Day, Mother's Day-"
"Oh, I dunno, I heard Maxie Zeus made a booking then," Blake smirked.
"An Oedipus joke, Blake? Didn't know you could read..." Fiasco murmured, handing him their next round of drinks.
"Oddie who?"
"Look," Gar growled. "I just came by to let you know... Don't worry about a plus one."
Drury frowned, and turned to the group. "... Guys, give us a minute, will ya?"
"Sure thing, Drury, see you in five," Chuck nodded, as he led the group out, the wind slamming the door shut behind them.
The duo were quiet for a minute, until Drury looked up from the table, lowering his voice. "Clair said no?"
"I didn't ask."
"Gar-" he began, resting his head in his hands, exasperated.
Gar sighed, taking his gloves off, rolling up his sleeves and pointing to his face, exposing his burn marks. "How could I, looking like this Dru?"
"I-" Drury stammered, lost for words.
"Just... give it to Blake will ya?" he groaned. "I heard he's been collecting them anyway. Something about a harem, I don't know."
Drury shook his head. "Yeah, no, that's not happening. Blake, well... He's a predator."
...
Gar's jaw opened in disgust. "*Shit.*"
"Not like that!" he added hastily. "Well, a little like *ahem* He likes to hunt, is what I meant."
'You're not helping his case," Gar smirked, as he slid onto a stool.
"I don't exactly want to!" Drury stammered back, the two of them now laughing together. As the laughter fades, Drury slides a beer along the makeshift tables and Gar catches it, the duo sipping their drinks quietly. "You'll find someone, Gar, I know it."
"Oh, yeah?" Gar sipped. "What makes you so sure?"
"Easy. I did."
"You, my friend," Gar said, "still have a face."
"Ach, well-"
"Even if it's ugly as hell."
Drury looked across the table, Gar now fully smiling. "Well, we can't *all* have your smouldering good looks," he shot back.
"I," Gar grinned, "Wasn't stupid enough to pass my genes on."
===Panessa- Break Room===
Gar looked up at the TV, frowning. Lois Lane was on a tirade about Arkham, and that, that worried him. “Today marks one year since the destruction of Arkham City claimed the lives of over 100 inmates within the open-air supermax. The man-made earthquake was triggered by a machine designed by a cabal of US elites known as the Court of Owls, and facilitated by the eco-terrorist organisation, The League of Assassins. Reports on the League have been sparse; it is understood that most perished during The Society’s assault on their stronghold this past summer. The Society, a union of over two-hundred supervillains of varying levels of notoriety, was itself fragmented during the three-way confrontation between themselves, the League of Assassins, and the Justice League in the Hindu Kush Valley. Most of its leadership, including Bane, are presently incarcerated in Slabside Penitentiary, the remote metahuman prison in the South Pole. Several questions remain; how many Society members are still out there? And is Slabside Penitentiary secure enough to keep the rest contained? Doubtful. Earlier this year, Slabside was the site of Mayor Marion Grange’s death at the hands of Onomatopoeia, who at the time was meant to be securely locked away in the prison's east wing. This is Lois Lane on behalf of The Daily Planet, signing off.”
‘Drury, wherever you are, I hope you’re not watching,’ he thought, glancing over to the trio of Injustice Leaguers in the corner, clearly enjoying their newfound success- even if it was born from their ridicule.
"We're big, right?" Disaster was saying. "Why don't we get our own trailers? Or personal assistants?"
"We've still got Big Sir," Bruce said supportively, his long hair being braided by Ratchett's enormous hands.
"You'll *always* have Big Sir, Mr Major!" he interjected cheerfully.
Ignoring him, Maj. sighed. "Small comfort, Sir's as much of an actor as... Nic Cage is."
"You better take that back," one of the stage hands snapped back.
Disaster groaned. "Have you *seen* how many of those strawberries-"
"Razzies."
"- he has? I think I was being kind! ...I don't see why they have to separate us, that's all."
"Gee, why would they keep Brad Pitt away from a bunch of ex-supervillains?" a voice called out. Gar looked up, this must've been the building consultant they'd called.
She sauntered in, toolbox in her hand, belt hoisted high, and headphones resting around her neck. She liked music. 'I can work with that,' he thought.
"Gar, this, is Jenna Duffy," the director announced, following in behind her.
"Pleasure," Gar said.
"Naturally," she winked back.
"Gar, before we resume, I want you and Jenna to run point on health and safety on the set. Check those barricades. Safe, but functional yeah?" the director said, as he grabbed a coffee from the machine, and handed one to Duffy. "See you in ten."
"Got it, Edison," he called back, as his boss disappeared into his trailer. "So, Jenna! This, is the team. That's Bruce, that's Paul, you'll know Dufus, obviously."
Duffy nodded, and waved at him.
"Big Sir is saving up all his pocket money, Mrs Lady. Big Sir is going to buy a biiiiiig tricycle and a bigger wagon to carry all of his friends!" he announced proudly, blushing slightly. Gar couldn't help smile.
"Ah, Ratchett, never grow up."
"I'm gonna buy a boat!" Disaster declared loudly, putting on a pair of sunglasses excitedly. "Gonna sail the high seas!"
"Maj, the price tag's still- uh," Gar begins, sharing a smile with Duffy. At this, Booker hastily stuffs the $2.00 plastic glasses into his pocket, and straightens his tie awkwardly.
"Dammit, Bruce, you told me they were fine," he snapped.
===The Moth Cave===
Chuck rested his hand against an old picture. Heh. The Misfits were all gathered around a table in My Alibi, Len pointing a finger up at the cameraman. 'Poor Rigger,' he smiled. In the front, Drury and Miranda sat hand in hand, fresh from their wedding- her yellow dress tainted slightly by Zodiac's blood. Or maybe that Larson fellow's... 'Julian, Blake, Drury... Miranda... so few of us left,' he sighed to himself, and placed it in a cardboard box.
"Give me a hand with this, will you?" a voice called out from above.
Chuck looked up. Coming down the stairs, was Gar, with his arms laden with wine glasses, tablecloths and a thatched picnic basket. Rushing into action, he took a pair of chairs from him, and guided him to the bottom. As they laid their labours along the ground, he came across a glass bottle, nestled in a paper bag.
"Dom Pérignon... That's expensive stuff. What's the occasion?" Chuck asks, as he runs his finger along the label. Instinctively, Gar takes the bottle from his hands, and slides it back in its' box.
"Met someone," he mumbles, his cracked skin blushing slightly.
"What? Not the person you've invited to the manor for some Mothmobile themed tune-ups-?" Chuck grins, placing a hand on his back.
"Lynns, you dog," Chancer smirks.
"Speak from the heart, man!" Firebug smiles, placing an approving hand on his shoulder.
Gar shrugs it off, and he turns to the trio. "It's not- that's not- Drury's gone. Someone needs to make sure his stuff's looked after, and she just so happens to like his toys."
"Bet she's got some sick toys of her ow- Ow, why'd you hit me?!" Sharpe complains.
"Because you dissed his girlfriend-" Rigger interjects. "Not cool, man."
"I did not! T'was a compliment, Gar honest! Really, I bet she's stack- Ow! Next time, I'm gonna fuckin' shoot you!" Chancer snarls, rubbing his bruised skin. Rigger grabs him by his lapels, and drags him away.
"She's not my girlfriend-! ... Not yet anyway," Gar yells after them. "What, you not joining them" he asked, turning back to Chuck.
He sat down, perching on a particular homely looking boulder. "It's just us now, Gar. The originals. What was it Drury called us?"
"The OGs..." Gar winced slightly.
"God, we got old," Brown chuckles slightly. "Morty's still skirting his taxes, Len's been tending that bar for half our careers, Julian went Lightning Bug on us, Drury..."
"- Is Drury," Gar warned.
"And Blake... Blake was possessed by a sex demon... Look, Gar, I know I'm not him-"
Gar cocked his head to one side. "I never said you were."
"But let's just say one of us deserves to be happy, eh?" he smiles, as he pats him on the back, and joins the others.
"Gar? You down here?" Duffy calls out, as she makes her way down the stairs.
"Yeah, uh, mind the step will you?" he calls back. "18, maybe 17, is a bitch."
As she lands at the bottom, Jenna takes a look around the cave, toolbox in hand, and stops at a small bench. "Did you, um, is that, uh, a picnic basket?"
Gar turns to the spread, and nods. "Yes. Yes it is. I thought you might want, uh, a sandwich. Or something! I got miniature quiches too. And wine."
"Wine and power drills don't exactly tend to work so good, honey."
"Yes! Right," Gar turns his head, and notices Rigger in the corner, raising a proud thumb. "*Ahem.* You, uh, look... I like your skin."
The trio pause, huddling together. "Do we reckon that was *meant* to sound racist?" Chancer asks.
"What? Nah, I reckon it was self deprecating," Rigger explains, a little off put.
"Right, right. Cause his face is fucked," Sharpe says, satisfied.
"Can you guys give us some privacy, please?" an exasperated Gar asks.
"Right you are!" Chuck calls back, as he pulls the other two to their feet.
"Jenna-" Gar begins, swallowing.
"Yeah, Gar?" she asks back, a slight Irish twang in her voice.
"I-" he continues, before a loud ringtone echoes through the cave. "Oh, what now?" he growls.
"It's going down, I'm yelling timber-" the phone rings, before a gloved hand grabs it, in a desperate attempt to silence it.
"Sorry," Chancer adds sheepishly. "My phone," he explains, as he clambers back up the stairs, and puts it to his ear. "Hi, Gramps. No, yeah, on my way!"
Gar glowered, before turning back to Duffy. "Do you want to maybe instead grab a-"
"Coffee? Love to."
Car Week is full or surprises... especially when you find a Batmobile from Saudi Arabia randomly parked on a side street in Carmel.
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