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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 13, 2012 2:57:54 GMT -8
Poor Roger *"UH, UM."*In his long years of working with Militia, even before they had joined Crows, Roger had never known "Unfettered" to be so---*"---PRETTY DAMN SCANDELOUS... UHH... JUST... HAUL YOUR ASSES OVER HERE."*"VERDAMMIT, ROGER, DU ARE NOT HELPING."* * * * * * * * * * * * * By the time they had actually arrived past the front gate, the German would shifted, making sure that his left arm was wrapped secure around the back of her thighs, keeping her waist secure between his shoulder and the crook of his neck and his right arm over her waist so she didn't fall off and to the side. His muscles screamed at him from all the running, and his breathing was all the more ragged, as Roger would continue to harass them and sound... continually more flustered.
In the distance... several black vans would be spotted, whereas Roger's was heading to them in the opposite direction. Weaving between the abandoned, useless cars, the German would keep running until the back wheels of their getaway car would screech in front of them, doors opening from the force."GET IN AND STRAP DOWN, YOU FUCKIN' RABBITS."Roger---a rather average looking fellow with a muscular upper body and a navy blue t-shirt---was facing forward, a screen separating the backseats from the utility van's front seats. He seemed to be refusing to be looking back at all. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 13, 2012 14:31:10 GMT -8
Bastille watched carefully. Her crimson hues scanning the area and the black vans with scrutiny. She had stopped her fun for the time to watch her surroundings extensively, though her body remained still. Actively, she was looking for any possible scenarios that might play out in these minutes, and as they all ran through her head she found herself being thrown into the back seat. Annoyance rose in her chest, but there was no time for that. Buckling her seat belt, it was obvious the movement she had been making before was to cover her face and hair as she had dawned a wig and a hood, and a latex eye mask, that made her resemble Barbra Gordon strongly. Although, the eyes were behind a white film rather than be exposed. She had been keeping them all in her bulky sleeves, ready for a quick change at any moment.
"Rabbits is lewd, try more Romeo and Juliet. I'm Romeo....that oaf is Juliet. See, he's practically dead already."
As far as she was concerned- Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham had died in that train explosion years ago. Only three people were graced with knowing her longevity, unless Unfettered had gone and ratted on her. She would wait on the driver to call her by what he thought her name was before responding in any particular way. So as she sat buckled she crossed her legs, despite the rough motion of the car, and pulled out a compact and lip stick from her other sleeve. Lightly putting a film of powder over her nose, and then putting the lipstick on using the compact..she didn't seem at all disturbed by the motion of the van. However...if one noticed, she hardly rolled her lips after putting on the lip stick...or breathed - at least for a second.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 22, 2012 22:40:40 GMT -8
In Transit "Unfettered" had buckled himself in across from Bastille. He was panting, sweaty, and a sprawled on the seat ledge running along the side of the van. The vehicle underneath them began to rumble as it made its speedy getaway, Roger looking back at Bastille... and then his boss. His only concern was getting them back to Crows territory."...Kay.
"Hey, Romeo, can you make sure the boss isn't going to collapse on us here? We're gonna need him to radio in for decoy squad.""...Vat. Ich am not passing... out..."The German sat up, cracking a smile. He was still breathing too hard and was busy working on recomposing himself as he hunched over, but evidently still very capable. With a hand, he held it up to his reunited compatriot."Danke for... manning ze radio... Bastille.""You want me to turn on the A/C, Jules?""Shut your face," the German snapped playfully at their driver. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 22, 2012 22:54:00 GMT -8
Bastille smirked at him, chuckling a bit, as if they shared a silent and age old connection...and she nodded, humming a slightly reply. However, her eyes turned curious as she started to watch the German continue to breathe heavily from his expedite. I mean..the least she could do was.....help her knight right? A smirk crossed her lips. Might as well play with the story.
"I think Mercutio up there has a valid point...dont worry kiddo, I got master pants over here."
And with that she crossed over and pressed her lips firmly onto Unfettered. Granted it was not a kiss...it was mouth to mouth resuscitation- which was made obvious by Bastille blowing air into his mouth forcefully rather then deepening anything.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 22, 2012 23:14:31 GMT -8
EVERY SINGLE TIME Mercutio? Master Pants? The German choked on his own breath, trying not to cough. Bastille was the German's friend, one of his first genuine ones. That did not mean that he did not recognize her as attractive.
So when BASTILLE crossed over to his sprawled out form and pressed her lips against his, his eye went wide open like a deer caught in the headlights and his cheeks reddened slightly in indignant surprise.
...And when she blew hot air down his throat, he flailed, trying to push her back weakly in his surprise and vulnerable position.
Meanwhile, Roger was keeping his eyes on the bumpy road."Whatever you're doing... he sounds livelier from here." |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 22, 2012 23:20:31 GMT -8
Bastille pulled back and sat back in her seat with a plop. Her crimson hues stared at him, and then she mused to herself curiously.
"So it worked....curious..very curious....I might have to test that one" She seemed now occupied with her thoughts as she shoved on a pair of sunglasses and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. She spent the next minute mumbling to herself....
"Mae trosglwyddo carbon deuocsid i fod i agor y llwybr anadlu ocsigen drwy orfodi allan ... neu a oedd yn? Neu efallai ei fod yn fy methiant oedd yn pwyso ei frest, neu hyd yn oed atyniad a ysgogodd angen am ocsigen ....hard to say....hard to say.
OI MERCUTIO- any food around here that we wont be shot at while trying to obtain? Or am I stuck in this truck until we get to where EVER IN GODS NAME it is you are taking me?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 23, 2012 0:03:27 GMT -8
Please Stand By The German sat there, twitching, long after Bastille gotten back into her seat. The moment their lips parted, his hand clamped down over his mouth, his face burning. He slumped in his chair, choking down the cough, the foreign, invasive blast of air still resonating, the searing sensation fresh in his mind."Ich don't... vat..."Muttering. His voice quiet. But he completely froze, as he listened to Bastille's mumbling, transfixed over her eerily creepy (not that he was one to talk) way of going over how completely she had just screwed with him---and then began speaking in the language of the Pagan God Spaghetti Monster.
He stared, twitching harder with his right brow, if it were even possible."Uhhh..." Roger interjected, totally interrupting on "Unfettered's" thoughts."I've got lunch still. S'fresh caught halibut, rice, and a leftover biscuit from this morning's breakfast.
"Oh, and some dried mango."The man would lean back a little to undo the door that divided the driver from his passengers, the little linked chain at the top of the metal shaking abruptly and again as he slid the small plastic box of food across and down between them.
Roger was seemingly oblivious of the situation, still saying nothing as the completely horrified German just sat there, shaking his head, mouth open. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 23, 2012 11:29:52 GMT -8
Bastille completely ignored the driver and her stare had turned hard and cold towards unfettered. There was no joking about it at all..so talk about bipolar. Her crimson hues narrowed a bit. "Dont think into it. Its not worth your anxeity" she soothed it out like venom. Then...as quickly as her seriousness had come, so too did her aloofness. So she sat back against the seat and began to muse to herself, humming a small song.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 10, 2012 23:43:19 GMT -8
Keeping The Cool *Slide*
*Slide*
*Slide*
The box of food kept on sliding between the two, ignored by the three. Roger was too engrossed in speeding them past the Barker forces to actually care... while the German slowly soaked in the situation.
Overreaction.
He stared at her, keeping himself in check. For a moment... maybe checking her out.
'She's fucking with me.'
He shook his head, and began to laugh."Right, vell..." he began, recomposing himself."Ve should be half-vay to ze Crows Nest---our base of operations.
"Crows has a territory established south of here. At ze very least... ve can offer safe housing. Du can decide ven ve get zer." |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 11, 2012 23:37:44 GMT -8
Bastille seemed waaaaaaay too engrossed in thought. She was pushing the box back and forth mindlessly, muttering endlessly about battle tactics and various historical scenarios. She came to a conclusion aloud, her red eyes hard on the floor.
"I Guess this means the world will have to open it's doors to the dead, although....I like the idea less and less....it seems I'll finally have to cash in five years of excellent luck. I've no means to my fortune, my comrades, or anything...though I set up precautions..staying here is the last of my wants...."
there was a deep silence from her until she finally said with the resolution of someone weary from too many battles, and fearful that her luck had truly run out...
"This is a war I do not wish to participate in..."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 8, 2012 22:59:32 GMT -8
"Home"ward Bound "Unfettered" watched her push the box along as it slid across the floor over and over again. He was composed again and sitting upright, staring at her and at the radio, listening to the crackles that eked its way out. He perked his ears, listening to her, until Bastille seemed to come to her own resolution.
She sounded damn tired. He felt... relieved?
The German smiled."Ich don't need your head weighing on me, anyvayz," he almost whispered. Tactically, if she had retained or grown from last time they had fought, then as a 259er as well as a natural warrior, Bastille would be a major playing piece on the battlefield. A victor, a winner, a smidgen of hope.
...Bastille had been captured by the Barker forces once before, though. Her personality had remained mostly intact and wasn't suited for the battlefield anyhow. "Unfettered" clasped his hands together, bending forward to purse his lips with the tops of his fists.
Most of all, he didn't need anymore old friends dying off on him.
---He chuckled, as though divining something. His eye grew sharp as he stared at Bastille, perhaps past her. As if on cue, the radio crackled to life.*"Sir, the decoys have succeeded. Base is now clear." *"Heard ya loud and clear. Rerouting---ETA three.""Unfettered" looked over at Bastille, sitting upright, half-smiling with a brow raised.* * * * * * * * * * * * * The van rumbled to a stop. Salty air filtered in from the windows, as the perpetually crashing waves sounded off quietly in the background. The German unbuckled himself and crouch-walked under the roof to the back doors, only to have them being opened for them. Waiting outside were two men, outfitted appropriately for guerrilla warefare. They then stood at attention at the flanks of the opened doors, standing rigid.
The German smiled, amused and looked over to Bastille, offerring a hand up before letting go and stepping down.
Bastille would recognize herself on the parking lot of the docks of Crows territory, just a little ways away from that one... amusing night."Vell.
"Ve're here."..."Unfettered's" face seemed to transform into one that he did not normally share to Bastille. It was friendlier... and less vulnerable. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 9, 2012 16:05:26 GMT -8
Bastille- or rather now, Kahlessi as her eyes were covered in blue contacts and sunglasses, and her hair was hidden completely in a rather fiery red wig. I was still a natural color, and it looked like it hadn't been brushed in a couple days, but over all she looked like some one else entirely. She huddled her giant coat next to her and with a sleuth motion, too his hand. She helped herself down and looked around. Her lips turned up in a giant smirk.
"Well aren't you going to carry me over the thresh hold? Dont make me do it darling dear, that's just be mortifying for both of us. I can't have people gawking at how short I am."
But behind the sunglasses her eyes were staring around, calculating the surroundings and committing them harshly to memory.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 12, 2012 4:42:25 GMT -8
Whisked "Unfettered" looked over at Kahlessi and had to stop himself from rolling his eye. He hated it when she did... this, and she clearly enjoyed every moment. He kept staring at this different person, undecided as to whether to laugh or scowl."But Liebling, ve haven't even thrown ze garter, yet."Clearly a joke, but only Bastille would be able to hear the half-amused sarcasm that dripped out his deadpan. The Crows standing at attention became very struggled to not smile, while staring at "Unfettered's" new apparent companion. One, perhaps, a little obviously. The German may have noticed this, hence why his jaw began to loll about, tongue barely kept inside as he pondered his words."However---"The German's arms would sweep underneath her suddenly, but gently, as if this motion were a little too practiced, cradling her close to him.
He shook his head, a conceivably evil grin slipping on for a moment."---If du insist.~"He had honestly forgotten if she had an aversion to being handled this way. But if she didn't like this, he had all the more reason to. The Crows would stare at the almost protective way the German whisked this guest away from them. Coolly, the German would look over his shoulder as he walked to the docks, staring at the guards."Report to Kiyoshi.
"Ve have rescued a one Miss Kahlessi."With sudden salutes in reflexive reaction to "Unfettered's" commands, the two Crows ran ahead of them, running down the docks.
So long as Bastille hadn't balked her way out of his arms, the German would continue towards the Crows Nest at a more relaxed pace, the van behind them driving off to less conspicuous place, its back doors flapping. He himself began to walk steadily, looping around certain buildings, walking along the edges... perhaps having noticed Bastille's re-focused eyes on the surroundings. An opportunity to better imprint the layout of the area in her mind.
They would continue, unless interrupted, to the docks where the Crows Nest, a large building resting directly as part of the pier, was guarded, boats coming and going with new loads. The smell of fish and salt wafted slightly in the air. At the front doors, the men posted would open the door, immediately identifying their commander's signature appearance, and saluting the both of them as he walked in, nodding at both. A kind smile."Danke Ben, Nathan."Right at the entrance, they entered into the main hall, with an opportunity to go straight and into the mess hall. However, the German made an immediate right down the hallway and left at the end, continuing, stopping only at what would be his room. Careful of her head and dangling legs, the German would open the door and close it after them with the back of his foot. His room was spartan, as usual. Walking past the desk, he would extend Bastille out before dropping her on his bed. Finally, he allowed himself a half-smile, looking down at her.[/i] "Ich'll go fetch some papers und a map to begin working on your charter for housing here. Ze bathroom und laundry room are right across from you, if du vant to clean yourself up," he would add, gesturing to the only other door in his room.
He would next to the bed and open up the small window near the ceiling a bit, letting some of the fresher ocean air roll in, peering through it. From the darkening of the sun, it was clear to be dinner soon."Du can find ze towels easily on the rack inside," he continued, beginning to walk away, "Und don't go through my closet,"Unless she had any other questions, he would leave, casting her a strange glance before he closed the door, disappearing for at least fifteen minutes to either let her rest or do however else she pleased. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 2, 2012 22:38:20 GMT -8
Bastille went silent as he picked her up. Instead she 'played' the role brilliantly. She blushed and held him, suddenly growing meek and intensely in love. Her violet eyes said nothing but forgiveness and want of the same emotion from him for her rude comments. It was a show worthy of an award. But as soon as they were out of site and behind closed doors did her mouth slack and her eyes narrow. This was far worse than she had imagined. She immediately stood, listening to Unfettered with a quiet sort of gaze. She was calculating, and it was obvious by her expression that she was all around occupied with figuring every detail out. Including his cryptic "no-closet" rule. So what was the first thing she did as soon as he left- and possibly before he even closed the door. She marched towards the closet. Her curiosity peaked, besides- he'd practically invited her. She would examine it first, and then the thought hit her. He HAD practically invited her towards it. And so the cross examination began. Without much effort, she slipped out of the room and quickly found some supplies. Her actions went unnoticed, if only because she had traded out her wig for another one. Slipping into the refugees easily, she found what she needed and quickly slipped back into the room. Placing the stethoscope to the door, she leaned her head in and began to watch as she knocked around it. Listening and watching the vibrations and sounds. Unfettered had forgotten her ability to calculate even the most molecularly sized movement.
She stood back from the closet, unable to get a clear reading. And so instead, she decided she would just open it. Cross examining could take all day, and bottom line was- she refused to allow secrets. Secrets had gotten her into every mess- she couldn't afford anyone the luxury of secrets.
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