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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 11, 2012 4:32:20 GMT -8
"FUCK!"
Bastille was bored. Again.
In Spain she had been constantly entertained. Norway housed the glories of her exploits. In Alexandria she had built an empire, and in the highlands of Germany she had put the WWII Nazi's to shame with her covert efforts. And all for what?
ruin, absolute ruin.
And by that she meant the simple case of her being stranded BACK on the god forsaken dirt that had once been called Long Beach, California.
The crimson hued girl was not even going to risk going back to her hide out. So where was she now? Hell if she knew. Some underground garbage heap beneath the ruins of Down Town Disney. Or ...at least she thought. It was overly radiated was all she knew. Firmly planted on a rotting couch, a long steel pole with a sharp plaster scrape duct taped to the end served as the low level entertainment twisting between her fingers nimbly.
Her sword was hooked to her side, her boots firmly laced and her hood covering her eyes and bulky headphones. Never mind the fact they didn't work, her ipod had died months ago. The once assassin/ knight was clad in her usual snug riding pants, high boots, waist gaurds/ holster belt, mid-drfit exposing shirt (which also exposed the vine of pulsing bruised scars stretching from her right pelvic area, across her stomach, and over & around her right hip bone), and of course her bomber jacket. What made it perhaps more entertaining was the set of mickey mouse ears places on top of her hood and the giant, but severely tattered grumpy shirt she had pulled over her battle gear.
She kicked over another box and up went her legs to rest on it's secure side. Out came a rather bulky 1990's era looking phone, and gloved fingers worked quickly to peck at the keys.
"This isn't going to work..."
But somewhere she hoped her modified phone would get some sort of message to the one eyed bastard..ringing....and then....some old persons answering machine.....
Bastilles brow twitched irritably as her face went back to its bored expression.
"Ah...hello? ....oi? .....oi?"
she continued on like that for a minute before finally going silent.....
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"OI YOU MOTHER SUCKING SON OF A FEMALE CANINE WHOSE HEAD WAS STUCK SIXTEEN FEET UP IT'S OWN POSTERIOR WHEN IT CREATED YOUR SORRY WASTE OF FINE SKIN ASS, I knooow your one eye doesn't impede your hearing, so listen up. You're fault I'm here, and I DID NOT AGREE TO WASTE MY BRILLIANCE ON YOUR PATHETIC ESCAPADES. WE'RE OVER! TELL THAT CREEKY WHEEL YOU AND I ARE OVER. NO MORE APPLE STROODLE OR HOT STEAMY NIGHTS IN THE RADIOACTIVE SAUNA! YOU AND I ARE OVER. NOW GET ME OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KICK SOME RADIOACTIVE CAT! that means NOW....cheeky bleeding bastard. "
And with that she clicked the phone as her face returned to it's placid expression. Minutes passed in silence before she leaned her head back and cried out again...
"fuuuuuuuuuuuucccckk!"
All she could do was hope Unfettered had gotten her message....and hope radioactive zombies didn't suddenly show up. Actually, that might prove interesting...What the hell was she saying, she was too lazy to fight zombies. So...the praying for Unfettered to reach her resumed in a groggy groan.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 1:05:54 GMT -8
"Ich... Vait, Vat? VAT?"
Theme Song: Matryoshka by Zebra & Hashiyan [/size] * * * * * * ...In An Undisclosed Location... * * * * * *[/b][/center] "Teal" sat in his uniform in his wheelchair out of habit. Although his knee had been repaired along with his other issues, it was still something that his body seemed to feel just as normal within. He had finished his chores within ******** **** ****** *** ****** *******, and thus was just finishing up today's research on reports. All the people he surrounded himself with were so different from Crows, though perhaps that was preferrable. Whether or not that was just him acclimating or no was---
*RING* *RING* *RING* "---SCHEISSE---"The German nearly tore his ear off, as he struggled to take off his FUCKING EAR.* * * * * * * * * * * * * The German stared at his bluetooth. And then he---gingerly---placed it next to his ear. He hadn't expected to receive a message, not in this environment of all things. But, there it was, on his blue tooth. He pressed play---"---SCHEISSE---" * * * * * * * * * * * * * After listening to the message for the third time, and having gotten a hearing aide henceforth written down the important details, the German picked up his spare, making a particular call... His phone rang..."...Hallo..."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "...Zat should be impossible.""Should be. Isn't.""...Vell, fine. Send me ze message.""...It ist alright, Ich think just getting ze footnotes---""Ze last time Ich heard from her vas in our meeting in Disneyland. Ich must hear it all to see if I can get some clues as to her whereabouts.""...
"Your funeral."* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "FASTER, ROGER, FASTER.""WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING IN MY EAR---""DU DON'T UNDERSTAND. DRIVE FASTER, GOTT VERDAMMIT.""SIR, YOU ARE SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF ME---"* * * * * * * * * * * * * A mop's worth of white hair jumped out of Roger's car. They had parked in goddamned DANGEROUS territory, which made the German run all the faster."HURRY, BOSS! WE DUNNO HOW LONG UNTIL WE GET SPOTTED!""ICH KNOW, ICH KNOW, QUIET, I'LL BE RIGHT BACK."The German ran. He was just in a white t-shirt... blue jeans... black sneakers. Totally. Exposed.
He ran through the front gates of the empty Disneyland.
It would take an hour to find Bastille. About four hours since she had first left the message. And the German was running, wide-eyed, as fast as he can, until he stopped himself on a pole, staring, totally exasperated at a certain familiar figure. One that he hadn't expect to see in---"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 1:29:15 GMT -8
Bastille was not pleased with the response. In fact. She was livid. Aside from being trapped here, she was forced to wait longer then expected. At this guy was SUPPOSED to be the savior,....well at least she guessed that since he was the ONLY person she knew about who was actually trying to retaliate. Most people were just trying to get their face out of the broken pavement. Bastille had- since her call, gotten to her feet and had chosen to walk outside again. In her wandering back she had bumped into the very beat down looking German and thus now awarded herself the trophy of finding rather than being found. Crimson hues narrowed as one brow raised...and for the most part she just stared at him for a very long time.
She took her make shift weapon (the long steel pole with a sharp metal putty knife duct taped to the end) and pointed it inches from his face.
"I NEVER LEFT!" Her voice came out thick with venom before....and something rather untraditionally girly for Bastille- she began to rant.
"I was about to head back to spain via bi-plane when I was intercepted. I landed at Chino airbase which was infected, but still managed to screw in the works for the world war II spit fire to fly but because that is ARCHAIC technology, I was easily spotted. It was made clear to me that I would be unable to return home without giving away my identity or the very fact that IM ALIVE so I decided to contact home and give them plans, coordinates, blah blah..which I did using a certain someones living quarters- and I was content to hide there until A CERTAIN SOMEONE CAME HOME! I had to bail that joint- and the life time supply of cookie crisps and stash up here. NOW IM TIRED OF RUNNING AND BEING A DAMN RAT- I am Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham, I will not tolerate this shit. I want to go back to Europe and as FUCKING FAR AWAY from that devil spawn torture extraordinaire because so help me GOD IF I MISS ONE MORE EPISODE OF THE 2005 EDITION OF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE- I WILL TAKE OFF EVERY HEAD IN THIS COUNTRY- DO YOU READ ME YOU BLEEDING SACK OF DECAYING GERMAN FLESH?!
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and then came the long pause. To which Bastille, visibly still angry, relaxed and lowered her weapon. Her cleared her throat and went back to a rather bored expression.
"Drake had all the tapes, we managed to set up a t.v. and we do re-runs with the orphan kids, so I started watching, and I'm already three episodes behind at this point since he only shows them once every two weeks as a reward for good behavior..."
And then another pause as she stared again, this time looking curiously at Unfettered.
"So...."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 1:39:01 GMT -8
So The German suddenly jumped at at swordpoint, holding up his hand, his aggressive fear turning into... defensive fear, jaw dropping. He was assaulted by a long tirade of words.
Long after he was smashed into the ground under the wordstorm, the German's hands had raised up into the air all the way, eye wide as he stared...
...And twitched. So.
Just as her sword had lowered down, so too did the German's arms."...So...
"...Can Ich hug you, now?" |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 1:43:31 GMT -8
Bastille's eyes narrowed. What was his play. A hug? no...couldn't be just that. She just crossed her arms and smirked her classic smirk. Her crimson hues peered at him with a raised brow and she shrugged.
"No." She said it bluntly but it was definitely accompanied by a smug giggle.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 1:48:54 GMT -8
o_x "Unfettered"... held his arms... at his sides... apprehensively. Oh-so apprehensively. He practically seethed, his eye brow burst skyward in confusion."BITte?" a tone of exasperation entering his voice as he shoved his hands underhand into the air towards her."Ve. Need. To. Go."---But he wouldn't move, not until he got a--- |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 1:56:39 GMT -8
"Right." She grabbed him by the collar and began to drag him in a rather...unknown direction. At least her face was serious, and she seemed to be thinking methodically. The problem was..she wasn't thinking at all.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 2:01:18 GMT -8
Hey, Ich Just Met Du "---HRKKKGHHHH---"The German would flail---FLAIL---his arms wildly as he suddenly found himself being dragged on the ground."ICH HABE...
"GETAWAY...
"CAR---GKGGHHHHTTHHHPPTTHH" |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 2:13:45 GMT -8
"Where is this get away car, and you better hurry before we get company. One's a party, twos a crowd for these goons."
Bastille seems to realize she was going no where and stopped, letting him go and turning to him, arms crossed.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 2:27:23 GMT -8
Und Zis Ist Crazy For a few moments after Bastille had let go of him, the German kept his hands wrapped around his neck, his tongue sticking out as he tried to compensate for the LACK OF OXYGEN he had received to his brain for about eight seconds. When he jumped up, he was twitching, more than just mildly aggravated, but trying to smile nonetheless. His mouth was somewhere between a scowl and a sarcastic smile.
And once more he shot his arms to her sides, trying to hug her."Danke, gut girl." |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 2:30:09 GMT -8
and he hugged her. Bastille felt her entire body seize up.....her eyes narrowed and she sat ...well stood, very very very still.
"Oi" ...She poked his side angrily.
"no...touchie..."
AS soon as he let go, she would quickly check all her clothing for bugs or any other sort of differentiation. A girl could never be tooooo careful.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 2:35:55 GMT -8
Ze Car Ist Vaiting Bastille would never get a chance to check for bugs.
Of course... the German's hands would snake under Bastille's arm pulling her in for a close hug. He would get poked and chided---but he gritted his teeth enduring it. Instead, he kept moving his hands at her back... moving them up...
...And placing his bluetooth in her left ear.*"---ERE ARE YOU GUYS? I'VE BEEN DRIVING IN CIRCLES TRYING NOT TO STAY IN ONCE PLACE."*---The German hadn't let go. Instead, he would attempt to suddenly bring his arms under her, grab at Prize-Winner, and throw her waist onto his left shoulder, wherein he'd try to start running, with her over his shoulder."VE REALLY
"REALLY
"HAVE TO GO." |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 2:40:41 GMT -8
"I guess this works..."
Bastille was about to protest, but instead found her lazy side kicking in- plus she was starving which meant she had no energy to run, even if she still would be faster than him. So she took it without much fight and her bored expression returned.
"Though bridal style is just so much more classy when crossing a thresh-hold...but I guess this really does define our relationship"
And now she was just mumbling, even with the blue tooth in her ear and who ever else on the other end probably listening in.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 2:45:52 GMT -8
Ride With Me, Maybe? The German would just scowl while half-laughing as she gave in."Zis really... isn't like du...---Phoo---But as far as..."He panted as he kept racing for the front gate---"DU broke up vith ME," he stated, sound rather mock-hurt in reference to her infamous phone message.*"CROSS THE THRESHOLD? BRIDAL STYLE? YOUR RELATIONSHIP!? HEY, I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF IT WITH HIM, TELL THE BOSS TO MOVE HIS ASS."*"Zat ist NOT vat's going on right now---" |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 2:48:49 GMT -8
"Oh honey...he's moving his ass. Trust me...I'm watching." She just snickered into the receiver, the thick smugness in her voice oozing out as she almost purred at the sight. All of course, to tease who ever the hell was on the other end. " Now if only I could...." she made a noise into the receiver, as though she was trying something, but she never really moved her body.
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