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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 4, 2009 7:19:15 GMT -8
Friday night frenzy. Many students, adults and children roamed the streets of Long Beach, free of whatever work because it was now the weekend. Mitsuki herself was enjoying the night because she finally got the chance to. Having only been in California for about a week now, Mitsuki realized how much she missed the state, along with the pleasures that came with it. She was a city girl, after all, and she had been hopping between small towns and big ones, but never spent enough time in one place to actually get to know it. California, on the other hand, was like a home to her.
It was dark out, moon up in the sky, but the city lights kept everything bright and easy to see - for others, anyway. Mitsuki would be able to see in the night regardless of any light source.
Anyway, up ahead she saw a familiar figure, her pace unconsciously picking up. She pushed ahead of other people, saying things like 'excuse me, pardon me' so they wouldn't bite her head off for bumping into them.
"Andrew!" she yelled, but he didn't turn around. When finally caught up to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder, thinking that there couldn't be any mistake...
"Andrew...?"
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Post by Scene on Aug 4, 2009 7:34:35 GMT -8
That didn't make him a stalker, did it?
He stood top a nearby coffee house, looking down at the top of Mitsuki's head. He had been watching her for a while now, shadowing her movements. It had been two weeks since they last spoke, if speech is what you could call what they had done. It was an interesting relationship these two had- they nearly fuck, and then never speak again. At least, thats probably the way she would have it. Scene was an individual of a different kind, however, only biding his time until he felt the hunger building up inside her. She couldn't see it, couldnt feel it, but it never left. It was like a thorn, festering and building without your knowledge until one day, you realize your finger stings, and the next find it to be an infection that could, if untreated, claim your life.
He turned away from the wall, walking over to the edge of the building and grabbing hold of the fire escape ladder. He jumped off the edge and slid down classic bad-man style, looking utterly regal in his outfit as well as his mask.
He wore a zip up sweater identical to one Andrew Black used to wear- it even smelled like him. Perhaps it was his twisted way of reminding her that Andrew was still out there somwhere, or maybe he just liked the way it looked. Regardless, he would come out of the alley in front of her, about half a block. He turned away, pulling up his hood, walking slowly and with a perfect mimicry of the one she felt so near to. He heard exultations and frustrations from behind, then the utterance of a name and a hand on his shoulder. He stopped, then turned, smiling evilly. She looked good, his bright green orbs drinking in her form like a lost man in the desert would for water. He tilted his head in a way similar to the day they had first met, before his eyes went to the building on his left.
It was an apartment building.
"How i love living here. All the privacy a man could ever want."
He said this to goad her- her last words to him were to find her a more private setting. He did in fact live here, but it was only one place of dozens, and he had only ever stayed there once. He then began to walk toward the entrance, grabbing the door handle and holding it open, looking back as though wondering if she was coming or if her cocky words before had been nothing more then that- words.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 4, 2009 8:27:10 GMT -8
She stared at the boy in surprise and in disappointment. It had been two weeks since she's seen him - she had given him her number, but she did not have his, and therefore had no way of communicating with him. She didn't see him at school, assuming he kept a low profile. She didn't know his name or what his actual face looked like - all she knew is that he had bright green eyes and hormones like any other teenager - like herself. She had been so sure that it was Andrew; the sweater, even, looked like something that belonged to her lover. She stared back into his bright green eyes. Why was he wearing a mask? How did he know so much about her? Was it perhaps that he knew of Andrew Black's location? Why did he remind her so much of Andrew to begin with? His attitude and such? How did he change his voice to match that of Andrew's so perfectly?
"How i love living here. All the privacy a man could ever want."
She remembered her words very clearly from their last meeting. So when he spoke, a small smirk crossed her lips. It's been two weeks since he's contacted her, and it appeared to her that all of this was done purposely. Walking ahead of her, looking like Andrew, and to stop conveniently in front of his apartment building. She stared at the boy, wondering who he was, exactly. He reminded her of Sensei in a way, with his perfect timing and all, but also of Andrew, who she missed.
She followed him, stepping in through the entrance and waited for him to lead the way to his apartment. Her attire consisted of black heeled boots that gave her an extra two inches, dark blue, almost black jean shorts, and a black pull-over sweater without a hood. The sweater, Mitsuki easily peeled off, and held it loosely in one hand, revealing a black wife beater. While walking towards his apartment, she would ask a simple question.
"Name?"
Yeah, she was asking for his, because it seemed that he already knew hers. And there would be more questions asked - just not all at once.
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Post by Scene on Aug 8, 2009 10:10:10 GMT -8
OOC((My apologies for taking so long on getting back to you on this.))
Scene inhaled deeply as she passed, though quietly so she wouldnt give a "wtf" face. Not that he honestly caerd if she heard him or not, but he guessed that all the civilians looking on in slight horror mixed with curiosity was enough to leave it go. He grinned broadly at the citizens of the city- drones, prone to haphazard situations and hypocritical decisions. They tried so hard to govern themselves, to make the world into a better place for themselves, but all they did was cause anger and regret. He let the door close behind him, shutting out the sound of squeeling tires and taxi shouts. It was utter silence, his footfalls coming from behind her and passing her by as he led his was to an elevator. The inside of the building was thick with the scent of stale air, and everything was rundown and forgotten. He pushed the button for the elevator, not answering her query into his name.
As the elevator opened, its strange interior would probably get a raised eyebrow from the girl, for the entire inner painting was black, and no light shined within. He stepped inside, turning around and facing her as his body was engulfed in darkness. His hand would come out of the night, seeming to unfold from a thick curtain, the only other indication that he was there being the two points of light that reflected brightly from his eyes. After she accepted and stepped inside, she would be greeted by a blanket of cold air, near freezing. He pushed the button on the elevator, the doors closing and enveloping them in silence. Up they went, for what seemed like forever to any normal person though in reality was only a few moments, before the doors opened.
The stark contrast in color would likely be blinding, for when he stepped out of the elevator he walked right into his apartment, which happened to be a strange, bright white. It wasnt crude or poorly painted, but more like everything that was there happened to be made white. Loud music came from within, and people dancing was easy to be seen. Hundred of people, a DJ, everything. He walked her into the crowd, and once they were in the middle of them all, he leaned in, speaking into her ear only loud enough for her to be hear.
"Was anyone following you today?"
To most, this would seem a strange introduction into his world, or maybe too stark and overdone, but to him it was an everyday occurance, and nothing special. Though he did have a purpose for it all, he did not just do this to seem dramatic. It all had meaning, and he would reveal it to her.
In due time.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 8, 2009 11:10:05 GMT -8
It was...interesting, to say the least, of the black interior of the elevator. At that, she activated her contacts as she saw everything in infrared. Her head inclined towards the boy, noting that he had yet to answer her question, but she would let it be for now. So rather than taking his hand, she simply walked in, keeping herself steady. The elevator ride going up was rather silent - no awkwardness, no tension, just silence, and Mitsuki welcomed it. Her heightened sense of hearing could hear music coming from afar, and she assumed he had rowdy neighbors that liked to party all the time. However, when the doors opened, Mitsuki's infrared switched off and she adjusted her eyes properly to the sudden light, refraining herself from any wincing. He led her to the middle of the crowd, where he leaned in close and said...
"Was anyone following you today?"
She looked up at him, eyes narrowing on the boy.
"Name."
If he would not answer her question, then she would not answer his.
And seriously, what the f---? Did he live in some sort of club? Mitsuki asked for privacy - this was far from it.
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Post by Scene on Aug 8, 2009 11:28:49 GMT -8
Scene tilted his head a little, anger peaking for a small moment as he almost punched her. Scene had no inhibitions to hitting a woman- if she had n inhibitions about hitting men. Mitsuki was a fighter, so him bleeding her lip wouldnt be much different than any other day in her life. He leaned away from her, looking into her eyes for a moment before smiling. "Your colorblind." He walked over to the wall, flipping on the lights. Wait, there hadn't been lights before? Then how had it been so bright? Scene, being an illusionist, had many secrets- for, not only did the lights flip on, but everyone and everything literally disappeared. Things were made of polished wood and his furniture and television were strayed in the corner.
Nothing too lavish- but well kept and comfortable. Far from the stink downstairs. He unzipped his jacket and placed it on the counter, no longer white but made of slick, smooth marble. He wore Blue jeans, slightly baggy with a white tank- exactly opposite of her. Memories from another individual flooded his mind, but he kept the torrent secret. He walked forward, coming in close to her and keeping up a silent, smug smile.
"I'll make you a deal Suki. If you can get me to remove my mask or if you figure out how to remove it yourself, i'll reveal my name. If you want to leave now then try- and i do mean try- and leave." He took a step back. "Don't worry, i wont physically restrain you. I have other means of keeping you here." He took a deep breath. "Until such a moment when my mask is removed, you can call me what every other person who thinks theyre important calls me."
His pearly white spread into a wide smile.
"Scene."
He casually flicked a hand.
"Before we get to the fun, let me ask you-" He tilted his head again. "Why did you come back? You were running from someone, if im not mistaken. Are they dead? And if they are, is the only reason for your return to this place the school? You can go anywhere and be Captain. Why 259?"
He felt his request reasonable, but he was eager for answers and his zipper was chafing his-
Well, i wont go into detail.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 8, 2009 20:15:30 GMT -8
"Your colorblind."
Irrelevant to the topic, and it also didn't take a genius to figure out.
"I'll make you a deal Suki. If you can get me to remove my mask or if you figure out how to remove it yourself, i'll reveal my name. If you want to leave now then try- and i do mean try- and leave. Don't worry, i wont physically restrain you. I have other means of keeping you here. Until such a moment when my mask is removed, you can call me what every other person who thinks theyre important calls me. Scene."
Man, why did he have so many words to say? Why couldn't he just make it concise? 'Take off my mask and I'll answer questions; 'til then, you call me Scene'...or something along those lines would have been perfect. So, fine. Mitsuki was starting to get impatient - she wanted a simple question answered and he kept making things complex. Her Qi flickered briefly, wanting to shut off everything electric in this entire damn building and just jump out a window. Not because she was scared or anything, but because she had better things to do than play cat and mouse. She knew how to get back in the same direction they came, and being mentally stable, well...
"Before we get to the fun, let me ask you- Why did you come back? You were running from someone, if im not mistaken. Are they dead? And if they are, is the only reason for your return to this place the school? You can go anywhere and be Captain. Why 259?"
This entire time, Mitsuki had been staring at space, as if zoning out, but she had been paying attention. However, at his questions, she calmly turned towards him.
"There is no need for me to answer your questions if you will not answer mine," she replied, hands slipping into the back pockets of her jeans.
"And also, removing that mask of yours is too much of a task for a name. I'll want more than that when it's taken off," Mitsuki said. Was there any sexual innuendo in her last bit? Maybe?
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Post by Scene on Aug 8, 2009 21:25:58 GMT -8
His hand whipped out when she finished, hitting her out of nowhere with the back of his knuckles. He would keep his hand in the air, and when she turned toward him, he would speak with a grin, head tilted in his usual manner.
"Keep your stoic attitude and your calm, cool, collected demeanor for School Grounds. I know you have a personality- try showing it." He would then chuckle. That is, if she hadnt attacked him while he spoke. If that was the case, when she hit him or attacked him, he would cut off his words and turn his voice high pitched, laughing as he graciously accepted whatever she delivered. For the sake of story, however, we will wait until that bridge is crossed if it ever is. In the meantime, allow me to proceed. Scene stepped up to her, brushing aside her hair and planting a kiss on her lips, where his knuckle had hit. He noticed the blood, loved its deep, passionate color. He kissed her softly, sucking in her lower lip and drinking the metallic flavored fluids, biting down slightly to give her a harsh twinge of pain.
After, he would pull his mouth away, her blood now on his lips, a little on his mask.
"Answers....The only question you asked was my name, but you said im not giving answers...you have questions?" He smiled, his teeth shining despite his sudden thirst for her blood. "Or maybe you misspoke..." He reached down, grabbing the botton of his tank with one arm and pulling it off over his head. If she did say she had questions, he would smile.
"Feel free to ask then, because when i get started here, i don't want any interruptions."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 8, 2009 21:51:26 GMT -8
Her head whipped to the side when his knuckles came in contact with her lip. She had seen in coming, but found it rather pointless to block or dodge. She was not here to fight, and she had a feeling he wouldn't be pursuing a fight if she didn't retaliate, only because he would eventually get bored. She slowly turned her head to face him, calming herself once more. "Keep your stoic attitude and your calm, cool, collected demeanor for School Grounds. I know you have a personality- try showing it.""Hnnh-" she was cut off by a sudden kiss, surprised by the tenderness. She was expecting something rough, but instead she got something soft. He must have enjoyed the taste of her blood because he was sucking on her lip - actually, he probably just liked blood in general. What if she had AIDs? It'd suck for him, wouldn't it? He bit down on her lip, causing the young Asian to involuntarily moan, her right hand instinctively coming up to rest on the side of his neck. She disliked the feeling of cold metal against her skin; it reminded her of metal rods and the barrels of un-shot guns. "Answers....The only question you asked was my name, but you said im not giving answers...you have questions? Or maybe you misspoke...""Grammar should be the least of your worries," she replied, creating a little distance for him to peel off his shirt before she closed it once more, pressing up her body against his. Of course, not before checking him out. Her eyes flickered up and down his body, a small smile crossing her lips - he was well toned, much like Andrew. "Feel free to ask then, because when i get started here, i don't want any interruptions."She snaked her arms around his waist until she her left hand pressed against a scar that Andrew had - a very specific one at that. The one that spells 'Iwillobey' from a cigarette given to him by his father? And how could she forget the tattoos that Andrew had on the entire right side of his body? Such a sexy tattoo, it was... ( Proof here.) "How is it possible that you have the same physical attributes as Andrew?" Mitsuki asked, "Face excluded." "Why do you remind me so much of him?" "What is it with your charm? Why are you so damn irresistible?" It's like he had more charisma than Dion, but at the same time, had none at all. Did that make any sense? "And why won't you take that mask off? It annoys me - the feeling of metal against my skin," she hissed, leaning her head forward, pressing her lips hard against his in an aggressive manner. She wasn't sure what it was, but something about Scene made her want to tie him down in bed - in a kinky-sort-of way, of course.
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Post by Scene on Aug 9, 2009 22:31:04 GMT -8
His tounge slid across hers as his mood dissipated.
How unfortunate.
Still, a sly smile came to his mind.
He stepped away from her, head tilted as usual. He reached behind himself, a loud noise like duct tape being peeled from metal sounding through his house. He then held up in front of her- the scar.
"You mean this scar?" He then did likewise with the rather large tattoo, taking hold of his "skin" near his beltline and pulling it off over his head like a sweater to reveal- the same thing underneath, just without the tattoo. His grin broadened. He tossed both on the ground, sighing as he did so. "You know what disappoints me the most- that we cant continue." He walked over to her, giving her a kiss with a strange serenity, a peace and softness unbidden by him before. "I am not who you wish me to be, suki." He turned his back to her, walking away and at the same time showing her that he had no scar. His illusions knew no bounds- he was just glad it worked, having never practiced it before.
He walked toward his elevator, pressing the button that would open the door. A few seconds went by, in which his voice would find home.
"You may want to leave- the police are going to be here soon, and the twelve Kilos of Heroine in the couch cushions wont look good on your college resume, sweetheart."
From the elevator would step out twelve identical Scenes, all of them crowding around the real one. Then, a Scene (whether the real one or not is unknown) Stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind. The rest each ran for a room.
Why do this?
A precation. Just in case she tried to get a hold of him. If she tried to rush him before the others showed up? They would simply peel her off him and throw her over the counter, then proceed with everything planned. Strange as it sounds, they all had identical scarred bodies, were identical in height and weight and body build, and they all wore iron masks. By the fact that they could touch her would prove- they were all real humans.
A laugh would sound in his mind.
He would have to leave her be, for now.
It was her turn- for if she wanted to see him again, she would have to catch him at a later date. Unless, of course, she wished to try her luck at finding the real Scene.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 10, 2009 6:40:20 GMT -8
It didn't matter that Scene could peel off his skin - as far as she knew, that was an illusion as well. And you know what? There was no way Scene could have seen Andrew's scar - she was pretty sure Mitsuki was the only one who knew of it to begin with. He wouldn't even see it coming - from right below him, electricity would shoot out and travel up his body. It would all happen in an instant, and she would send enough electricity into his body to knock him unconscious. He would not be going anywhere, and no, she did not plan on raping him. She did, however, plan on getting that mask off his face - there was only one reason why she thought he had it on, and it was to hide something. The color of his eyes were wrong, but he could have had on green contacts, or something. What she was most confused about was why Andrew was behaving this way - or perhaps he had another side to him?
He said he loved her. Maybe that was her problem; everything was in the past. Andrew may have loved her, but he may not love her now, and the thought was painful. Perhaps he moved on? Then who the hell was Scene, and why was he bringing up so many painful memories of Andrew? He says that she wasn't who he thought he was, and was likely the reason why he pulled away - but he keeps giving clues that lead Mitsuki in that direction. The voice, the scars, the tattoos, the teasing. Mitsuki figured he made a mistake, and so he turned that mistake into an illusion before it went any further.
If shocking him did not work, he would also notice that the elevators he started to approach was jammed - it would occur at the same time electricity shot out to hit him. Electricity no longer flowed through the elevator, and he would soon notice that the entire building's lights were starting to flicker on and off. In times like these, it's standard protocol that pedestrians inside the elevator should wait until firemen come, which was likely to happen with the police cars that were already on their way. Usually, there are back-up generators in elevators, but Mitsuki would make sure that the motor itself completely crashed and burn out. The elevator was now probably stuck between floors, so...
If Andrew had any cameras or electronics in the room, they're now rendered useless. But that goes with Mitsuki's as well; her phone probably imploded, but at least Reita knew her location before the tracker died on her too.
If he was unconscious, the elevator would still be jammed, and Mitsuki would find her way out with relative ease.
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Post by Scene on Aug 10, 2009 12:42:59 GMT -8
Scene laughed as his body was rooted to the floor. She had a good head on her shoulders- he didnt know, exactly, how she could have known that he planned something, but regardless of this strange twist of fate and forsight, Scene would drop. He would not, however, be unconscious. See, the strange thing about him is that, while human, he is unable to be knocked unconscious. He has the strange ability to resist this temptation and urge to succumb into darkness. This would not ease the other effects however. His body would curl into a ball as small giggles and bouts of laughter came from his lips. He twisted his head in her direction.
"W-what will you do now, s-sweets?"
His voice caught for a moment as the electricity continued to surge. He steadied his voice, relaxing his muscles and enjoying himself as the shocks went to work on his pain receptors.
"There are no stairs leading to this room, and your in a skyscraper. No fire escape, barred windows. Youve kept me from leaving, if only for a moment."
The men in the elevator- they werent idiots. As theyre elevator stopped, they simply went to work, one climbing on another ones back and popping the lid to the elevator hatch above them. they all began the arduous climb. They were four stories down, and shimmying up a rope was not easy work. They would be here soon, and he would have his backup. The only setback was this- the button on the elevator? That was re-wired as an alarm. He planned on pushing it, sending the cops here. Now they would not be coming, and he had no way to reach them. No matter- improvisation was a key to a great leader.
And a leader he was.
"Go ahead Mitsuki- try your best to find your way out. I'll enjoy the entertainment."
With that he would fall silent to a fit of giggles, his body racking with surging albiet glorious agony.
Posts until 12 Scenes arrive: 2/2
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 11, 2009 19:42:55 GMT -8
Mitsuki noticed that he wasn't unconscious by the simple fact that he burst into a fit of giggles and sh!t. She would shock him again, just in case he had some kind of high constitution, but not too much because she didn't want him dead. And for the elevator? They make noise, and Mitsuki has some weird 6th, 7th and 8th sense for these kinds of things. Right after the second shock, she would grip him by his neck, keeping a small spark of electricity running through his body to keep him weak - too weak to even stand by himself? Maybe. If he couldn't stand and walk, then she'd drag him, while simultaneously keeping an electrical field around the two as she stepped forward to the elevator.
Mitsuki was not a killer. Key word, was. After her fights against Brian and his little army of creative assassins, Mitsuki was one tough little cookie. She had little sympathy for them, as well as herself. She once told her that she would never kill, only because her two brothers were murdered, but she was unable to keep her word - and she would continue to break her promise to herself until she found peace with four people.
Her free hand pressed against the elevator, a burst of energy coming from her body. The elevator would start moving again - rapidly - and the people climbing it would either have to get off the cables and jump on top of the elevator, or die. It would be a shock to them either way, quite literally, because electricity would travel through the cables. Her eyes glowed white for a moment before turning back. She was tired, but absolutely nothing - not even sweat on her body - showed it.
The electric field would prevent the other Scene's from getting close to her, and she would travel down the elevator before leaving from the back. Reita would be waiting in a car, only because Mitsuki's tracking device would have imploded from all the electricity, and Scene would be the first one pushed in, a gun steadily pointed in his direction. The child security lock would be activated on his side of the door, and Mitsuki would climb in, weary.
That is, if all went according to plan. Andrew Choi held the gun from the front seat. The car's windows were 100% tinted, preventing anyone from looking in. And then Reita would drive; but to wear, she wouldn't know.
Now here's a run down of how Reita and Andrew pin pointed Mitsuki's location. They don't keep a track on her life 24/7, but when the tracking device suddenly cuts off like that, the two get worried. Usually, only one would go while the other stays at home, in case Mitsuki would come back, but with this being the first time ever happening, Andrew insisted on going with. They drove to the last place Mitsuki was at, and waited; they would not burst in un-attended. Mitsuki chose to go through the back only because it was more subtle and less people would know what was going on; Andrew and Reita thought it to be common sense to go out through the back. They saw Mitsuki come out with her hand on the neck of a boy and immediately sensed trouble.
Not to mention the boy has a weird looking mask?
Yeah.
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Post by Scene on Aug 12, 2009 16:43:52 GMT -8
More electricity rampaged through his body, causing convulsions. He loved it. Loved the controlled, pityless expression on her face. She thought him a freak- yet he was not the one doing the torturing. Not this time, anyway. He liked to watch people who, in public veiw, professed a sense of innocence and justice yet, behind closed doors, did whatever was needed to get thier pray, to torture and abuse, to tear them apart. She was just as sick as he was- causing pain purposely, without stopping, for a simple conclusion and a means of getting there. He would not pass out, but grunt as his body was hit again and again, laughter and shorted breaths coming from his mouth. Giggles, giggles, giggles. He felt her arm clasp around his neck.
His body felt near to that point- the point of breaking its hold. Yet he did not allow it, would not stop this intuitive and deeply personal look into her mind. One moment trying to seduce him, the next trying to strangle him. Oh, her hypocrisy knew no bounds.
The Scenes in the elevator were all in a line and, as the elevator began to slowly rise, they would look down and, as one, release thier grips, all of them landing respectfully on top. five went down into the elevator, the rest lay flat on the floor so as to avoid being crushed. As Mitsuki would enter the elevator, Scenes eyes would travel to thiers, and he would give a wink- a perfect signal. Before she would try to run or fight, they would hold up thier hands to ward her- they did not want to feel her abilities again. Thier hands already stung.
"Please, allow us to escort you. Or, if you prefer, we can leave the elevator." He sounded just like the real Scene, and theyre offer was no boast, the others came down from the roof, all offering themselves up to her. They went to thier knees, placing thier hands behind theyre heads in submission. They would comply with whatever she said.
Scene grinned.
As they would exit the elevator, nobody from the bottom floor would even look up as Scene was half-drug through the building. He waved weakly to the man behind the counter.
"Bye Ted."
The man looked up, chucking his chin in a "whats up" sort of way.
"Yup, cya."
Mitsuki could take that how she wished- Scene would merely giggle a little, his heart rate and adrenaline continuing to pump through his body as she took him from the building, the pain only causing him to enjoy this more and more as every second passed.
As he was thrown into the car, he looked between the man with the gun and the man sitting behind the wheel.
Pointing a gun at him? Wrong move.
Scene, in a sudden movement, would use the reflexes kicked into his body from the memory of another life, his right hand grasping the kids wrist and pushing it left. His left hand would grab the top of the gun, twisting it sidewise to wrench the finger from the trigger and the grip from its position. He released the wrist, only to use the heel of his hand to slam the outside part of his restrainers arm, jolting the gun clean from his hand. He would twist the gun around fluently, as though he had been holding and using them for years, pointing the barrel straight at the drivers head.
Then he smiled, tilting his head a little.
"Never point a gun at me again."
He reached up, cocking back the gun, causing the bullet in the chamber to shoot out the top. Then he released the clip and dropped the weapon. He would lean forward, if given the oportunity, and speak with the driver.
"So, reita, where we headed. You know i do love road trips!"
If he wasnt given the opportunity, he would look around, looking at Mitsuki and mentioning what she would not want mentioned.
"If theyre here-whose watching the baby?"
o.o
Uh...Baby?
He looked evily at her.
"Or did you abandon it too?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 12, 2009 21:08:18 GMT -8
There's a big difference between her victim - him - and his. Thing about Scene is that he enjoyed pain, judging by his fit of giggles, so she figured that because he enjoyed it, it could go both ways. Keep him weak and entertained at the same time; in favor for him and her. Thing about his victims is that they probably broke under whatever pain inflicted upon them; it was out of the norm to find so much pleasure in pain, most actually abhors it. For that reason alone, she found no guilt in 'torturing' Scene with her antics. If he enjoyed it, then it wouldn't be torture, would it? Just like how if you take part in a sexual act, it's no longer considered to be rape.
And poor Scene... Mitsuki's hand never left his neck, so when she felt his neck tense up and react appropriately to the sight of a gun, she shocked him, eyes turning towards Andrew, as if telling him to put it away. The gun would be out of Scene's reach with Mitsuki's hand remaining on his neck. She closed her eyes, weary of all the energy wasted on this peculiar boy. Reita glanced at the rear view mirror at Mitsuki, a visible frown crossing his lips; he was always the best at reading Mitsuki's non-existant emotions.
"So, reita, where we headed. You know i do love road trips!"
"Actually, I don't~" he replied in an equally cheerful manner. It was actually kind of scary...
"If theyre here-whose watching the baby? Or did you abandon it too?"
Andrew tensed up and Reita sighed and quietly clicked his tongue, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. Andrew's head turned towards Mitsuki, as if watching how she would react, ready to stop her in case she tried to actually kill the guy; then all her efforts would go to waste. Mitsuki's grip on his neck tightened, and you could see the veins popping up on her arm. She turned towards Scene, anger flaring in her eyes.
Her baby had been a stillborn child - or so she believed. Reita sent the child to relatives in Japan, but under hospital records, she was recorded as still born. The baby girl, who went without crying when she was born, would only be about a month or two old. Mitsuki went frantic, for the first month, buying things a mother would buy, and within the second month, she calmed down - but things that were baby-related made her sad to the point where she became angry. So when he talked about abandoning the child, it struck a chord.
She didn't abandon the child; if anything, in Mitsuki's thinking, the child abandoned her.
She thought about letting go of him, of stopping the car and letting him free, but she knew she would regret it in the long run. If he was trying to provoke her with his words, he would be unsuccessful. She would be angry, but Mitsuki's anger no longer clouds her judgment. So her grip on his neck would tighten - a whole lot at first - but then loosen up to her prior grip.
"I want to talk to Andrew Black."
Was Mitsuki Park delirious? Possibly, but there were so many clues that led her to believe that Scene and Andrew shared the same body. No way was Scene actually Andrew, no freaking way. The sweater, the scent, the voice, the scar, the teasing, the battle instincts, the plans, and Scene's reaction to all of those made Mitsuki believe that Scene was desperately trying hard to cover his mistakes up with 'illusions'... If there was any tracking device on Scene, it would have imploded from the electricity a long time ago. There were none on the car, and none on Mitsuki.
Scene was pretty much on his own.
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