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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 10, 2009 13:11:02 GMT -8
OOC: And so, for the next three years, this will be my thread with Miria.
Hopefully not, but knowing the two of us... it may very well happen again. Anyways, let's start!A Nice, Cold Drive To Nowhere Cold. Yes, it was winter in California, but even then it was winter in California---it wasn't supposed to be this cold. Then again, the natural occurences within the German's body coupled with recent events could only be surmised as the only logical thing that had happened.
He did not want to dwell on that particular part of his past. For the sake of those who looked up to him, he mentioned nothing, implied nothing, said nothing of what... happened.
Dwelling on it again.
Tai, by this time saw that he was disturbed by something and told him to go to this particular address, better yet, have a taxi take him there, considering his state of mind. Funny how Tai was already hyper-sensitive to the boy's hidden feelings, but "Unfettered" appreciated it. In fact, he acted on it, going so far as to checking the place out. A strip bar.
Tai had a funny sense of humor.
God had a hilarious sense of timing.
His Iranian taxi driver was prattling on about something to himself while the German's body continued to go out of whack, as he considered why he was doing this. No, he knew why---as a potential phobia, he preferred to face it head on, as opposed to letting it progress further. In an attempt to try and anticipate any new developments in his own mannerisms, he had to be wary as to how this played out.
On and on, the taxi carried them. The German thought nothing as they went through an intersection as the light went green for them---OOC: Short, to the point, and with enough to see how this plays out. Your turn, Miria.
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Post by Purr-Moi?! on Dec 10, 2009 15:26:00 GMT -8
Today was a day you shouldn't head out on the road. Why? Because she was driving.
A green haired woman drove an expensive looking sports car, racing through the streets, ignoring the street signs and lights. Like a racing driver she easily dodged the other cars and pedestrians even though she only had one eye to look with. Eris was pissed off since she was getting late for an appointment with a..former boss..thing..guy.
"Kuso,Kuso,KUSSOOO"
Eris saw a light jump on red but like always she didn't gave a shit and she just kept on driving, but then--
*CRASHHHH*
She drove right into the side of a taxi, making it slide to the side. The impact wasn't that big as she hit her foot on the brakes right before the car hit the taxi.
when the cars came to a halt the angry woman kicked her door open , using her hand to get her now messy hair of her face. She wasn't hurt but now she had a problem. This was her fourth crash in 5 days and they might take her license!!! wait...she didn't had any...
anyways~!
"OI"
With her bad ass high heels ,she kicked at the drivers door ,waking the taxi driver up and before you could say 911 she lifted him up by his shirt when he got out of the car. His head was bleeding but she didn't care and shook him around like he was a rag doll
"Teme....How will you PAY UP FOR THIIIIISSSZZZZ?~!!!!!!!
The tall woman screamed at him and threw him on the ground,placing her foot on his chest. Eris narrowed her eye and glared down at him .
"Shall I rip one of ya organs out to pay for this mess?!?!?! HAAAAHH!!?? [/size] [let's go for 4 xDD also short post but it's only the beginning, now get out of the car ya lazy bum!][/blockquote][/size][/color]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 12, 2009 16:44:40 GMT -8
Flash Of Life How long is a lifetime?
Only a split second.
Almost.
Jyo, Strength, Mitsuki, School Captain, Hades, God, Sol, Grope, Cruise, Bitter, Militia, Ideals, Father, Kill, Mother, Dead, Grandpa, Void, Gabriel, Victor, Delilah, Aureus, Valekin, Shadows, Shadows, Shadows, Emily, Ra-
The sports vehicle slammed into the taxi, cajoling the entire car to its side. "Unfettered's" whole body was suddenly lifted up and to the side, his head smashing through the window before tearing back in and out, dying his hair red. The improperly installed seatbelt tore into his pants, cutting into his leg, the driver heard over the cash with a large swear in Persian, as shock overtook the both of them.
What assaulted the German first was the smell of gasoline fumes. His ears were so shot, there was blood running down his face that he could barely even make out what was going on with the front seat. As his vision and senses began to clear out, "Unfettered" realized his neck was still resting slightly on the broken glass that was still digging into him slightly. His mouth was slack with the fresh blood going down his chin, as he gingerly began to right himself, the pain only just beginning to bite down on his body. Heh, just more stains to wash out, he grinned to himself in an almost drunken stupor. He noted, holding his hands up to his face that his Ares War Gloves were fine, but that his hands on the inside were bruised and cut up all over from all the impacts that went on.
Adrenaline slowly began to kick in.
Taking the seat belt with both his hands, he bit down on his lower left side of his lip as he tore it apart, before pushing his banged up hands to his sides to help him pivot. Wincing as he attempted to move his chest in a circular manner from his hips, he forced through the pain to bring his right leg propped up to kick the other door open, before slowly climbing out. Was that a rib---screw it. There wasn't enough funding to tend to a proper bruised rib with that many tenants back at the home base. He had already drawn blood from his lower lip by the time he monkeyed his way out of the cab, just in time for his eyes to adjust to the sun again, to see a silhoutte of a very familiar figure holding up by the scruff of the shirt of the cab driver. Bobbling as he walked, the German walked right around them before circling himself around to the front of the cab's hood.
He snorted.
Reaching underneath the hood and undoing it, he looked at the still-running engine of the car, that was already showing signs of a fire. "Unfettered's" slack face was tilted on his body, as the worn down black Hades Coat, jeans, scarf, and the rest of his usual attire looked old on him, becoming akin to a hobo in that exact moment.
"Schieza..."
Slowly reaching into his coat, he pulled out a busted up water bottle. Leaking from the crash, there was only about a fourth of the bottle left, explaining why his pants looked so drenched. Tearing off the top of the bottle with his left hand and throwing it to the side, he took his time to nonchalantly bite the tip of his War Glove off as he exposed his banged up hand. Holding it in a pathetic way over the still running engine, he used his right hand to pour the water gently over it---
---Passing his Qi into it as the water ran past his hand.
...The water slowly began to turn to ice for a moment before melting, slowing down the engine somewhat, but not freezing it as the German had intended. Throwing the rest of the bottle at the front of the cab, the German grunted while putting his glove back on. His eyes barely focusing on what he presumed to be the cab driver and the ever familiar silhouette of the... ah, girl... he tilted his head slightly, unaware of the big, bloody gash in his pants that he was "spilling out of" slightly."Oye. Ve should move away from here---"Half-passing out before falling to his left knee, holding himself up tiredly with his left hand. Car crashes.
Wonderful things.
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