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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:33:38 GMT -8
Tied to a bench in the middle of Disneyland is a bright green balloon with an envelope taped to the string!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:38:21 GMT -8
Bastille found herself at the park. Why? Force of habit she guessed. Besides, she'd hidden some things here that she had found a new home for in the Crows Nest. But something wasn't right. Something BIG wasn't right. Bastille found herself, like a dog on a trail, wandering the old broken down theme park. Her eyes almost passed over it, as if her old memories of the theme park still clouded her current vision of them. There...a Green Balloon. Oh. fuck. NO. Well she forced herself to think that.....part of her felt relieved. The other half of her wanted to vomit. She went over and picked up the card.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:40:22 GMT -8
The enveloped opened to reveal a thick and nice card stock. Who knows where someone got it, but someone did. And whoever that person was also had it watermarked with a green serpentine dragon. Written on the card was a time and address. The time was 43 hours from when she picked up the card. The address was in Seattle.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:42:53 GMT -8
"How in the hell does he expect me to get to Seattle? Walk?!"
Bastille mumbled in a rather sleepy tone. She looked around quietly...trying to calculate how this was going to be even possible. Usually there was a catch. She'd worry about how he knew she was even alive later....
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:44:56 GMT -8
Bastille can hear the sound of a semi truck horn outside of the park!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:50:09 GMT -8
Bastille just dropped the card.
"And I beg the question again....how the hell does this guy do it?"
She sighed and picked up the card, shoving it inside her utility belt before she wandered towards her old hide out and grabbed the things she needed including a rather large bomber jacket. She didn't put it on, but instead picked up a dusty grey box and then headed towards the truck. Upon reaching it she just stared at it with a blank expression.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:51:40 GMT -8
Inside the truck was an older man with the stereotypical trucker hat and missing teeth. He looked down at her and gave her a gap tooth smile.
"Well come on there pretty lady. Don't wanna keep the boss waiting do ya?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:56:16 GMT -8
Bastille sighed and shook her head, pulling on the grip and hoisting herself up and into the cab. She immediately opened her sack and pulled out a book and began reading- indulging herself for the ride.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 0:59:03 GMT -8
And it was a long ride! Full of all kinds of colorful stories from Benny the truck driver. Turns out he used to be a truck driver for good will back before the bombings, but he got kicked out after failing his drug tests. Bombings happened shortly after that and Mathew approached him in need of someone that knew how to handle large trucks and drive cross country.
So after hours and hours of listening to him drone on and on about his life they finally got to Seattle! And he stopped at some random corner for her to get off at. A green balloon tied to the stop sign with a card taped to it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 1:01:38 GMT -8
Bastille had spent most of the ride prompting his stories, confusing the poor man or falsely encouraging. If she wasn't doing that she was sleeping through his stories or ignoring them altogether in favor of her book which ironically...was blank. Upon arrival she had been deep asleep and without much prompting woke up at the halting motion. She stared at the balloon from the truck...still wondering if she has time to turn back. Alas, she knew she did not and instead moozied on out of the cab and onto the sidewalk. Grabbing the card she yawned loudly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Sept 14, 2012 7:30:17 GMT -8
The card was much like the first card she had found. This one had simple instructions. She was to walk north two blocks and enter the the old ruined Banana Republic she saw there. She would find a hole in the floor of the girls changing room. And inside that hole was her path to find Mathew.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 15, 2012 1:29:06 GMT -8
And in to the hole Bastille would hop as soon as she made her way there. She looked around a bit confused at first before walking down the hall that the hole lead to. Her heels clacked against the ground as her eyes remained hidden behind a pair or rather large round sunglasses. She made a mental check on the wait at her hip, telling her that her sword was still secure there. At a rather lazy pace, she would eventually reach the chamber in which she assumed Amtrum resided.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 2, 2012 22:42:55 GMT -8
The tunnel went on for some time. The occasional mark of graffiti lined the walls. Most of them were Green serpents and Dragons. Eventually it opened up in to to a chamber. One that had many tunnels connected to it. In the middle of that chamber stood Mathew.
"You look well."
He said, with a wink. That same smug grin adored his face. Just like high school.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 2, 2012 22:51:53 GMT -8
Bastille, stared, unmoving for a long while. Her bored expression distant and unresponsive. After a long moment she looked down at the package in her hand. She lifted it up and stared at it questioningly before lazily tossing it to Amtrum. Although, it turned out the toss was more like a fast pitch as it would fly hard and fast. But she had no worries about his health. Instead her mouth would quirk up, and in an eery and creepy manner she would droan out her first words like a taunt.
"anyone in this room besides big cheese here had better leave or I will personally mutilate you using a rusted lightbulb dipped in a highly erosive carbonic acid. Please, test me, and see what happens."
After a long pause, Bastille knew (using mainly her vision effects for movement) that they were indeed, truly, alone.
"Good because I'm out of lightbulbs" She smirked and began to walk towards Amtrum. She would kick the package she had thrown to him to the side, since throwing her scabbard down with it. Her sword out and ready would be at her side, as she walked up and swung it up wards. She knew he wouldn't budge- he never did when she charged. She sliced the front of his shirt, the sword went down. She was in front of him, her hands gripping the fabric, and she used it as a lift- ripping it apart as she slightly had to jump to meet his lips with her own.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 2, 2012 23:03:16 GMT -8
He watched as the package soared through the air, but he made no move to catch it. Letting it hit the ground, watching with amusement as she waited to confirm that they were indeed alone. His amusement never faded. She charged at him, and he remained stationary. Her freedom was hers the moment she struck him down.
She never would.
He was unflinching as the blade tore through his shirt, the tip of the blade just missing his flesh by atoms. Her hands ripped his shirt, and his arm snaked around her when she leaped up, her lips meeting his.
He pushed his tongue in to her mouth aggressively wrestling for ownership of the kiss as he pushed her backwards, following so as to not break the kiss. The attempt was to slam her in to the wall.
No escape.
Ever.
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