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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 19:40:02 GMT -8
"alright, mind using your all holy power to get me out of this predicament, I’ve had enough harassment for one day, and no this time im fully aware its homis fault, she put me in a darn skirt......last time i give into the whole ‘uniform is prime’ chat”
Bastille cursed as she gripped the handle to her blunted rapier on her left side. The answer to the question of today, which was why in the united kingdom do they drive all funky was simple, because swordsmen carried their swords on their left side and it would make it easier to draw and cut if the roads went a certain way. However that hardly mattered since Bastille was surrounded by two enforcers both rather keen on feeling her up rather then taking her seriously. That would cost them.
As for why they where ogling her…well that would require a flash back. Homi, Bastilles over protective, over proper room mate had a way with keeping things neat and had not only decided to steal her clothing that morning but her fencing attire as well. So what was she stuck with. Her old French university school uniform. Completely with an entirely too short skirt. Curses to the damn French. Homi had put up a good enough argument that Bastille was forced into the uniform and then grudgingly driven to school only to enter it and be stared at. So she owned a pair of legs under her baggy jeans, yes! Didn’t every girl?! So what on gods green earth was their reason to stare?!!!
Bastille ground her teeth as one charged forward. She turned lifted up her leg and he almost ran straight into it. However she not only nailed him in the face but did a full round house and got him with a punch weak as it was. He fell backward. His friend meanwhile made a go and came at her delivering a very nice hand up her thigh and then a punch to her jaw. Bastille spat and came back with a vengeance drawing her blunt rapier and delivering several blows to the kid enough to leave him on the ground, his body in shock. He wouldn’t be able to move for a bit leaving her to deal with the other who was getting up. She jumped over him and slammed the hilt into his should blade. He passed out. She dashed toward the other who was now taking her seriously. Their movements where fast and bastilles mind could hardly keep up though she was finally able to deliver a kind of cheap shot at his man hood. Her hilt jammed into it and he buckled and fell to the ground. She then persisted to kick him over.
“DON’T EVER, FEEL ME UP AGAIN YOU JERK OFF” she hissed. He gave her a glare as if he was going to stand up again and she jammed her hilt into his shoulder as well. Her leg was bruised and her cheek cut. Whipping away the blood she looked over her two victims. They had been patrolling her area for the day and she couldn’t stand the way they had chased her like morons. Bastille went to look herself over in a puddle. Glaring she decided to leave the still bleeding cheek alone and thought the bruises where a nice touché to her pale yellow uniform coat with dark red cuffs, and her dark red skirt again too short, along with her undone golden tie and her brown vest. She hated skirts, and what’s worse she hated uniforms. Stuffing her ripped coat into her fencing back she rolled up the sleeves on her arms and undid the shirt a little to air herself out. She shoved the tie away as well and smirked as she pulled out her biker boots from her bag. She had managed to smuggle those past homi this morning. Pulling them over her bare legs. With a grin she scratched her head at her reflection. Satisfied she turned back to the enforcers passed out. “now what do I do with two knock outs?” she asked herself. Ditching again…always fun.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 20:10:33 GMT -8
Where there were cute girls in short skirts fighting there was Mathew. Why was that? He had a 6th sense for hot girls in distress. Not that he was normally the hero type, but it was nice to earn some points now and then. Still he didn't step in this time since she obviously had things under control. He was content to just... watch, and listen waiting for the right moment to announce his presence to Bastille.
"Well to be fair I think I would be tempted to feel you up while you are wearing that." He would tease in a pleasant manner before approaching her. Unlike her he was wearing pants though, very comfortable pants. Besides the pants, which were awesome and comfortable, he had on a dark blue polo shirt with his trench coat over that. Though the coat was known as the Earth Dragon Coat back home. It was a symbol as well as a stylish garment.
He would flash her a grin and a wink as he approached her openly checking her out in this new outfit. He had to admit he liked this one a lot more. But why wouldn't he?
"You look nice today." Was all he would say as he stood next to her putting his arm around her shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and as if she didn't have a sword with her.
"You know you could have just called." He would tease since she didn't have his number or anything. "I would have come and save you." He would add in with a wink. He was curious to see how she was now that she had time to settle after meeting him. But he was still sure that she had a crush or something on him. After all who wouldn't?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 20:17:33 GMT -8
“OH NOT YOU TOO!” she hissed and parted from his arm to pull one of the limp boys over her shoulder as she turned to glare at him. “Excuse me while I take out the trash” she said growling almost and with that she threw the enforcer over a hedge taking the second one and repeating it. Hearing a very loud “oomph” when the other had been waking up only to be hit with his friends weight. Bastille clapped her hands loudly and set them on her hips turning back to glare at him.
“one of these day im going to kill someone for touching my leg unnecessarily…honestly” she puffed and fumed her nose scrunched up in disgust. She finally took a deep breathe crossing her arms over her chest and looking at him with a brow raised.
“now, what where you saying about saving me?” she asked her voice monotone and almost acid. She picked up her fencing back and slung it over her shoulder. She gave him a very long and hard stare. She was in no mood for perverted tactics today.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 20:28:40 GMT -8
He let her break away from his arm without a hassle. It was just his way of announcing himself. Besides he kind of liked pressing her buttons it was fun. And she was actually giving him a reaction today which was always a plus when you were trying to get to someone. It was kind of cute watching her fume though, certainly amusing.
"I didn't stutter." He would say when she asked what he was saying about saving her. He would fold his arms over his chest still content to check her out however. After all she was cute and in a very short skirt. Add that to the fact that he was male and you had someone that was enjoying the view. Still he could bring his eyes up to meet hers with a grin that was daring her to do something about his roaming eyes. He didn't think he would be easy meat if she decided to do just that.
"I just thought that the sexually harassed princess might need a knight in shining pickup truck." He would add in with a laugh. "But if you are fine I can just go and leave you to fend for yourself in this dark and perverted world." He would finish off with a teasing grin and a small shrug. "Up to you."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 20:39:47 GMT -8
“oh yes, because im really a princess….honestly, and the last time I had a knight in shinning armor or even with nice valuables he wasn’t exactly the classical honorable knight either….” She said rolling her eyes.
She then smirked at him. “ditching?” she asked curtly rather preferring to change the subject. She followed his eyes with her own and gave him a patronizing stare. She then persisted to discreetly pull down her skirt as far as it would go without falling off. Pulling her bag to her front and hugging it she puffed out her cheeks and stared at him with a now obvious glare.
“I have half a mind to steal the truck you stole in order to just piss you off, maybe force you into a skirt, see how you like it” she said through puffing out hot air.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 20:47:42 GMT -8
"Oh that hurts, you assume I steal cars? I thought you said I wasn't a lowlife." He would tease as she pulled down her skirt. It was fun seeing her so off balance. He was enjoying himself with this. "And yeah I do plan to ditch. You don't want to come do you?" He asked raising an eyebrow in mock shock. "I mean don't you like going to class?" He would ask in a semi mocking tone. After all last time he offered to let her tag along with him she blew him off.
"I mean you might get to learn about some boring war or what a noun is!" He continued in a mockingly excited tone. "Or are you just eager to get me alone? And sorry to disappoint but I think you look better in the skirt, but if you are a good girl maybe I will let you drive." He added with a wink before turning his back to her again cocking his head to look over his shoulder at her.
"Still if you are coming then hurry up Princess." He would say flashing her another grin as he made his way to the parking lot in an unhurried pace.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 20:57:05 GMT -8
“give me the keys!” she hissed skidding in front of him and holding out her hand her eyes narrowing. She would bribe for keys. Her parent insisted on getting her limo rides. She hadn’t driven a car in months and the last car she had driven had been a beaten up jack rabbit bright orange. She was dying to get behind a wheel and haul ass. Besides he was right, even though math was technically her next period. But she had the homework done for the next few weeks. Her motioned her fingers for the keys raising a brow and continuing to tap her foot.
"im not a princess" she muttered under her breathe while waiting.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 21:14:30 GMT -8
"Hmmm nah!" He would say when she skidded in front of him demanding the keys. Why would he let her drive? He had nothing to gain from it and for all he knew she would just crash the car. Plus he didn't really like being told what to do. Mathew was always the dominant one in his relationships and he would be damned if he was going to let some little red eyed girl order him around.
"I wouldn't want you to crash it." He would say again teasingly as he sidestepped her an continued on his way to the car shaking his head slightly. He had to wonder just where she got off telling him to give her the keys, that was obviously something that wouldn't work with him. She would know that too if she paid any attention to his personality from the last encounter they had.
"I think you will survive if you take shotgun." He would say as he reached in to his pocket and grabbed a pair of keys and tossed them up in to the air before grabbing them as it descended. He was teasing her now with the keys, but hey he had to get his fun somehow.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 21:35:43 GMT -8
Bastille glared. “ugh fine!” she hissed. She wasn’t going on this “outing” because of him. She was going to get away from the school. Anything to further herself from perverted eyes was fine with her. She stomped off in the direction of the parking lot only to realize she had absolutely not way of know where is car was though she was sure if she had the proper equipment she could find it in a matter of seconds. Standing her arm cross and drumming her fingers she glared at the parking lot waiting for him to stroll over to his specific car. Oh how she wished he’d move fast. She continuously fidgeted with her skirt wanting nothing more then to be wearing pants right then…just some nice leg covering baggy jeans comfortable enough to last her in any environment. She was almost crying from the humiliation of it all.
“stupid school, stupid boys, god I will get you back for this” she said continuing her silent argument with the higher up.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 21:46:50 GMT -8
Mathew wasn't in a hurry and he was enjoying her discomfort. He was very open about the fact that the misery of others brought him joy. IT was just good old fashioned fun to see someone embarrassed. Still he did make his way to the brown pick up truck he had stolen and he would move over to the driver's side. The car was unlocked since it wasn't his and he didn't care if someone broke in to it, that and he didn't actually have the keys for it. The keys he held in his hand were just some keys that he had stolen from some kid after beating him up. This of course meant that he had to hot wire the car.
"All aboard." He would say as he opened up the drivers side and hopped in. He was nice enough to wait for her to get in the car before backing up. As for seat belts? He didn't bother with that crap, it wasn't like HE was going to crash.
"So where too princess?" He would ask looking over at her with a condescending grin to match the tone he used when he called her princess. She certainly was one for a place like this. Little rich spoiled girl, obviously a princess. If only she was Jewish too then she could be a Jewish Princess. If that had been the case then there would be no chance that Mathew would have ever let her live it down.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 13, 2008 21:55:46 GMT -8
“IF YOU WANT TO DIE, go on KEEP CALLING ME PRINCESS” she yelled from the back of the truck. She hadn’t even got in the shot gun. She was sitting up against the cockpit of the truck pulling out a cigarette box only to find it empty with homis note in it. She growled loudly and threw it as far as she could.
“whhhyy!!!” she moaned to herself and slide down into the back of the stuck into a lying position and muttering every curse word she could come up with at high velocity. Sitting up then she shoved open the back window and poked her head in. “the care dealership, im buying a porche!” she hissed though it was a total lie and she was just pissed. She then pushed down her new sun glasses.
“by the way, im not going with you because of you, im going because you have a working vehicle and it gets me away from other perverts. I can at least handle your outbursts” she said defending herself the once satisfied with it she sat back down in the back flicking her lighter on and off.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 13, 2008 22:02:02 GMT -8
"Oh well thats a shame Princess. Since I was thinking that if you were a little nicer to me I would buy you cigarettes since I actually can buy them. But whatever." He would say with a shrug as he pulled out of the school and on to the main road. Obviously he was not afraid of her, what was there to be afraid of? She took out a couple of perverts big deal. And if she tried something in the car he would just speed up. Same thing he would do if someone pulled a gun on him in the car. Speed up so that if he goes down they both die. That was one thing about Mathew when he went he would not go down alone.
"And why are you back there anyways?" He would ask. After all there was nothing in the other front seat. "Are you that afraid I will look up your skirt? Sorry to disappoint but I have seen panties before and it isn't a big deal." He would say as if that was the reason she was back there.
As for where they were going, he had an idea. He was going to take her to the park. It was safe, and it might be a little fun. He even had an activity planned out for them to do.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 14, 2008 19:30:13 GMT -8
“enough with the princess” she hissed hitting him with the end of her sword through the back window. She then shifted back into her spot in the back of the truck. Her eyes went to stare at the sky. It was cloudy, like a bunch of cotton balls colored grey and silver where just shoved up into the sky. She smirked. It wouldn’t rain though, probably would clear up…it wasn’t thick enough or dark enough to rain. She let out a sigh listening to him talk and ignoring the comments.
“didn’t I just say im not here because of you, so don’t worry as to why im not sitting in the front, just drive” she said closing her eyes and preparing to nap.
If there was one thing about Bastille it was that she could nap in almost any environment without any trouble. She had the army training from her “previous” family to thank for that. Slipping off to sleep lightly in the bouncing truck she was using her duffle bag as a pillow. She wondered in her half sleep if people would think her a dead body and pull him over. Some part of her wished they would. Bastille could also act when she needed to.
She feel deeper into dreams that derived from that happy thought.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 14, 2008 19:49:36 GMT -8
He didn't even flinch when she jabbed him with her sword. It was just a poke that he would ignore since he had no intention of calling her anything but princess for the time being. Not until she earned another name from him.
"Well Princess you can say you didn't come here for me till your face turns blue, but that won't change the truth now will it?" He would say not caring one way or the other if she answered. He would just reach over to turn on the radio letting the sound of the song Conflict blast through the speakers as he adjusted the rear view mirror taking note that his little princess appeared to be attempting sleep. If that was the case it would probably be best for him to take care to give her a smooth ride.
So naturally he would speed up the truck taking special care to make every turn as sharp as possible until they reached their location, one of the nearby parks. It wasn't too far from the school but far enough for comfort at least. He would hit the breaks stopping the car with a skid that made him jerk forward hard almost to where he would hit his head on the steering wheel. If she wasn't careful she could get hurt sitting back there like she was.
"Well Princess I think this is the spot." He would say as he got out of the car without waiting for her to follow suit. What else did she have to do but follow? Besides she was here for him, it was obvious she dug him. What girl wouldn't?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 14, 2008 20:03:29 GMT -8
Loud snoring noises came from the truck. Having been drown out by the roar of the engine it was only natural they appeared loud now. Bastille lay still fully asleep now on her stomach hugging her fencing bag. She was grinning about something in her dream.
“mushroom…..and…..cucumber……yah” she mumbled between snores deep in her sleep. For a while it seemed her sleep unfazed by the car and now even happier that the car was stopped however her happy serene expression turned to anger almost in the blink of an eye. She was frowning and her snoring had stopped through her eyebrows pushed tight together.
“stupid….blond…ill…kill you I will..” he muttered almost incoherently in her sleep. She tossed and turned softly creating a movement almost as violent as the trucks driving a few minutes ago. She was completely unfazed by his driving. And even more so, her dreams had taken her back to other people.
After about 15 minutes in that angry state she turned over and dug her face into her make shift pillow. However tears where noticeable coming from her eyes, though closed as they where. She continued to whisper.
“bastard…..bastard….gil….ga…mph” she said and suddenly she was up. Sitting bolt upright in the truck with her face glaring at the tears that betrayed her. She rubbed them away with her hand and looked at the sky. “uggh” she said and threw herself back down to fall asleep again. However she sat up again only to look around. “where?” she asked aloud but didn’t finish her sentence.
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