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Post by Ronnie on Oct 2, 2009 12:40:17 GMT -5
((Warning: This is a Sequel to "Love Rhymes with Hideous Car Wreck."
Warning: There is cussing and violence in this story. ))
Moira shoved the bowl of double chocolate chunk ice cream into Mimi’s hands… “Here. Eat.” She ordered in a gentle, but firm tone. She knew from personal experience that chocolate was the best thing for an angry and depressed woman.
“So he just called it off? Just like that? No warnin or heads up or anythin?” She sat down on the opposite side of the couch, leaning back against the armrest with her legs curled up beneath her while she looked at Mimi. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien walked past the apartment building for the fifteenth time…anger boiling the blood in his veins at the thought of the traitor inside. As if betraying her own comrades wasn’t enough…Moira McCrae was involved with one of the enemy…Intimately involved. And with the very same one who had mercilessly slaughtered his dear Selene.
The tall, dark haired Russian pulled the cigarette from his teeth and flicked it to the ground, stomping it out before crossing the street to the building…flexing his hands while he nodded to the two other men waiting in the alley to his left.
It was time to pay that cursed freak back for what he did… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Yeesss,” Mimi cried/snarled shoveling her spoon into the ice cream, “He just sent me a text saying ‘We’re through. I found someone else’ I kid you not! The fucktard was so cowardly he couldn’t break up with me face-to-face…Grrr…I’m going to KILL Kris the next time I see him…. And since Kris was the lead singer of our band of course,” she paused to roll her eyes, “he gets priority and I’m the one to be kicked out. This fucking sucks!!!! “ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Damn. I’m sorry, Mimi…” Moira clenched her fists. She wasn’t as bold and as outspoken as the Asian…but she had a temper that rivaled even Mimi’s. “I canna believe that bastard. After all that yoo did fer him too!” Her accent began to thicken with her anger…”DAH!” She clamped her jaws shut before she began to rant. She didn’t need to continue…Mimi needed cheering up…she needed to take her mind off of that insensitive jerk. “Don’a worry, Mi…it’ll be okay…you wanna do something fun to get your mind offa it?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Ha! Get my mind of it!? I’d like to see you try…,” sighed the depressed girl as she cradled her face into her hands for a minute before looking at Moira again, “B-but what do you have in mind?.. To get my mind of things that is…”
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 2, 2009 18:06:13 GMT -5
O.O Oh no! People are after Moira!!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 3, 2009 16:28:39 GMT -5
The Russian stepped up to the intercom by the door and pressed the link to Moira’s Aunt’s apartment…
The lady was out of town with her daughter…so the teen was the only one at home… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira gave Mimi a soft smile… “Well…we could watch a movie…or we could play Dominion of the Arcane…I just bought the new expansion.” Her grin turned to a playful look. She was a nerd…and Mimi teased her about it to no end, but she’d finally managed to get the goth interested in some of her games. “Ooooooooor we cou-“
The buzzing of the intercom cut her off and she frowned, “What tha hell? Who the frick is callin at this hour?” She gave Mimi an apologetic shrug before heading towards the front door, “Hold on…I’ll be right back.”
She stopped in front of the intercom, hesitating a moment before pressing the button…
“Hello?” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira’s young voice crackled over the link and a slight smile spread over the young man’s face…”Moira? Hey…It’s Damien…” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien? Moira frowned. What the hell was Damien doing here? “Oh…hi! What’s up?”
The young 23 year old was an extremely nice and good looking guy…they’d gotten along pretty well when she was working with the resistance…but that didn’t help her think of any reasons why he was here so late.
The man’s voice answered back, “I found a couple things you left at the base…some books…and one of your jackets I think. Anyway…I was just on my way home and thought I might as well drop em off. I’ll just leave em out here by the door for you.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Er….thank you.” Moira replied.
“Yeah…no worries.” Damien’s voice sounded warm and friendly. “Anyway…have a nice evening.”
“You too.” She said in the typical polite reply before releasing the com button and walking back to the livingroom….”Er…that was odd, hey, one of my old friends left some stuff for me downstairs…will you come help me get it? I don’t feel like going alone.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi gave a forced grin, “Sure..it’s only past midnight…deep in New York City…Crimetown USA…haha..Actually NYC has gotten better in the past years, “ mentioned Mimi as she followed Moira down the stairs of the apartment complex. Suddenly, a mischievous grin crossed her face. “Race ya!, Mimi cried as she ran down the stair…Cheating by jumping through the center for the last two flights, Mimi left Moira in the dust so to speak… Or at least in Mimi’s mind she won by a long shot.
Mimi triumphant look turned to one of horror and pain as a fist collided with her face.
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 4, 2009 15:53:13 GMT -5
O.O HOLY CRUD MIMI GOT SLUGGED!!
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Post by Neon on Oct 4, 2009 22:04:52 GMT -5
Yeah, jeez, be nice, faceless assailant! But besides that, yay for a new chapter in this drama! I think they needs themselves a Torkon to come and help. >.<
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 5, 2009 15:52:52 GMT -5
@amaya: I knoowwws...Poor Mimi TT^TT
@neon:.....LOL...I concur...A Torkon is definitely needed...the question is...will one come? O.o
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 5, 2009 16:03:07 GMT -5
Damien pulled his fist back and stared blankly at the Asian girl sprawled out on the stairs. That wasn’t Moira… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira frowned when Mimi jumped the rail, “Dammit, Mimi!” She hissed in as loud a voice as she could…”You’re going to wake somebo-“ The words halted in her throat when she looked down to see Mimi fall back on the stairs and Damien standing over her… “Oh my god! Shit! MIMI!” She was torn between running to her friend and fleeing up the stairs when Damien turned his ice blue eyes up in her direction… -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Hello, Moira…” Damien said in a calm voice as he stepped over the moaning, half conscious girl and started up the steps towards the redhead, “Please don’t run….you’ll just make things harder for both of us.” He nodded to the two men at the bottom of the stairs and motioned for them to take the Asian outside. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi gave a pained moan, “Auuuughhhh….” She could physically could feel her eye area bruise and swell up into a “black eye”. She opened her one good eye only feel two men grab each of her arms and drag her out of the apartment complex. Managing to some-what find her voice she groaned, “What the hell is going on? Lemme go you bastards!” However, her demand was only met with a swift kick in the gut… And moments later, the feeling of a blunt object connecting with her head, caused her vision to blur and blackness to consume her…. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“MIMI!!” Moira screamed again as she saw two other men appear to drag the girl away… “What the hell is goin on?!?” She turned and fled back up the stairs. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Nuhuhuh! I said don’t run!” Damien snarled and lunged up several steps after her, reaching and grabbing Moira’s wrist as she rounded the corner to another flight of steps…jerking her backwards. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira let out a stifled scream as she felt a large hand close over her wrist, something snapped in her arm and she felt a flaring pain burn through her hand and up to her elbow. Unable to react in time she could only scream as the man grabbed her, lifted her and began dragging her down the steps at almost a full run. “HELP ME!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien scowled and shifted Moira in his arms so he could clamp a hand over her mouth to silence the screams…”Now, now, Moira, darling…don’t wanna draw anymore attention. I don’t want to have to hurt anyone else. Your Asian friend was an accident…but a very fortunate accident. Now we’ll have a little messenger to go tattle to your big boyfriend.” He explained as he burst through the side door and into the alley where they had the car waiting. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira’s eye widened in panic and she struggled and kicked, only bringing tears of pain to her eyes every time she tried to move her wrist…
She grunted as she was roughly thrown into a back seat, Damien sitting down beside her and forcing her to remain still while he bound her wrists and ankles with ducktape.
Oh God…why this? Why me? What does he want with Izaak?! Ohgodohgodohgod…please let Mimi be okay… -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien gave the man sitting in the front seat several gruff orders…all of them in Russian.
“Alright, Moira…time to go to sleep for a while.” He turned back to the Irish girl…drinking in the look of panic on her face. Good…we want you scared…it’ll make your boyfriend all the more angry and desperate to find you… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira gave muffled whimpers and screams, but with the ducktape over her mouth she could do nothing when the chloroform soaked cloth was pressed to her nose…unless she wanted to suffocate. Unable to hold her breath any longer she gave in and sucked up a lungful of the chemical…instantly causing her world to go black…
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Post by masquerade on Oct 6, 2009 0:34:54 GMT -5
*gets atomic bomb* here! catch! *sets timer and throws at damien*
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 6, 2009 15:34:23 GMT -5
D: Oh noes! What is he planning with Izaak? ...x.x He's NOT gunna be a happy camper...
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 6, 2009 20:28:11 GMT -5
masquerade: Atomic Bomb? O.o...holy crap! That would kill Damien ALONG with everyone else in at least a mile radius..me thinks >>...lol xD @amaya: You'll have to wait and see and! Oh...You have noooo idea ^^;.....or maybe you do...O.O?
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 6, 2009 20:34:34 GMT -5
-A few hours later-
“Get up!” Damien nudged the Asian goth with the toe of his boot. “C’mon, wake up…you have a job to do…”
He had brought her away from their hideout and planned to leave her in one of the back alleys so she could find her way to the Torkon ship and deliver his message.
“Wake up, girl!” He growled in a harsher tone, crouching down to give her cheek a light smack. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi ‘s good eye shot open. “Wh-what? M-Moira?,” she groaned, dizzy and aching all over…Not to mention the pounding headache. When her vision cleared, the person she saw was, indeed, NOT Moira…It was the man who punched her in face.
“Christ! It’s you! What the fuck to do you want!? Tell me or don’t tell me….Either way I’m going to kick your ass,” she snarled as she tried to lunge at him only for pain to shoot up her every being. “FUCK! It hurts!” she cried/whimpered laying back down in defeat. For once in her life, Mimi was afraid…She was truly afraid…and not just for herself…but for Moira as well… ESPECIALLY Moira… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien looked down at the whimpering Asian girl with an emotionless face…”Well, now that you’re awake…I can give you your task. Your job is to go fetch Moira’s precious boyfriend for me…you see, he took something very veeeery precious from me…and I would like to return the favor…in person. So, I’ll be keeping sweet little Moira until he comes to save her…and the longer he takes…the more I get to play with her.” He paused to let a cruel smirk slide across his face before reaching down and grabbing Mimi’s arm and roughly yanking her to her feet. “So I suggest you get moving.” He growled and gave her a little shove. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“You sick bastard,” Mimi growled as she spat at taller man. “Heh…Fine… I’ll get Izaak…,” she paused to smirk before continuing, “It’s your funeral…”
~~~~~Moments later~~~~
Mimi arrived at the ship panting wildly panting and dropping to her knees and looking at the floating colossus of a vehicle in the sky. “How the hell am I supposed to get up there?”
“Up where?,” boomed a voice behind her.
Mimi swivel around,”IZAAK! Oh God! Izaak!”
Izaak cocked his head to the side, ”What is it Mimi?” That was when he noticed how battered and bruised she was. “Holy Shit! Mimi! What happened!? You look like a truck hit you!?”
“Izaak! They have MOIRA!”
“WHHAATTT!? Who has Moira!? What’s going on!? Mimi! You’re leaving out crucial details!!"
“Izaakk! Shut up and let me speak! And quiet will ya, my head is still pounding.”
“Sorry…”
“I’m not sure who has Moira…SHIT! He was tall [for a human]..Black hair…icy blue eyes… Russian accent…Ring a bell?”
“No….”
“Well…Crap…”
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 7, 2009 12:32:00 GMT -5
>< Izaak you bad giant! Remember your enemies! Remember!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 7, 2009 12:55:50 GMT -5
((@amaya: LOL ^^; ))
Whoa…wait, what’s going on?” Blayn had just barely managed to catch part of the conversation as he walked up beside Izaak…squinting down at the small figure at their feet, trying to make out the human in the dim lighting. “Ohhh…Mimi?” He felt his face redden in embarrassment, glad that it was probably too dark for her to see his face. He felt bad for his treatment of her a few days before. He’d been a total jerk and it took her harsh words and bold attitude to help him get his thoughts straight. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira let out a soft groan as slowly came back around… Daggers of pain drove into the base of her skull…making her wince and cry out in pain…the movement only bringing more misery as she jostled her wrist.
“Oh Goooood…” She moaned. Her whole head felt like it had been stuffed with steel wool…fuzzy and yet hard and scratchy, like something was clawing at the inside of her skull.
“Wakey, wakey…” A deep voice purred somewhere over her head. A man’s voice.
At once Moira’s eyes shot open and she found herself staring up at a black clad man who was crouched over her. It wasn’t Damien though…this man had blonde, spiky hair and a far too many facial piercings for her to count.
“Did our lil sleepin beauty ‘have a nice nap?” He cooed and reached out to stroke her cheek.
“D-Don’a touch me!” Moira spat and snapped at his hand, making him yelp and pull it back.
“Ah…so tha bitch ‘as a bite to ‘er, eh?” His frown deepened into a scowl and he pulled his hand back as if to strike her.
“Baird!” Damien’s voice snarled from across the dark room and the blonde man, Baird, lowered his hand. “You’ll not touch her unless I say so. I’m paying you…remember?”
The blonde sneered and gave Moira a leering look before standing up and straightening his trenchcoat, “Fine.” He snorted and stepped away, “What’ere…she’s awake so yew can do what ye will wiv ‘er.”
As soon as the man was gone, Moira pushed herself up into a sitting position…her hands and feet were still bound, but he gag had been removed. She swallowed fearfully and looked over at the dark form of Damien sitting at a small table a ways away. She appeared to be in some kind of storage house…A warehouse it seemed…huge stacks of crates piled around her. “Wh-why are yoo doin this?” She choked, her voice deep and ragged from the effect of the drug.
“Revenge.” Was the only thing the man said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak looked at Blayn almost frantically, “Mimi says Moira as been kidnapped….,” pausing and hunching over til he was hugging his knees and balancing on his toes, Izaak continued in a distraught tone, “Oh God…I don’t know what to do…. We don’t know who kidnapped her… Or any motive at all….”
“No motive,” snorted Mimi…a little uncomfortable at Blayn’s presence, “You’re the son of the Torkon Ambassador…That’s a possible motive…”
This caused Izaak’s eyes to widen, “You mean…This could be because of me….”
“Er…Maybe..I mean…Uhh…It’s not set in stone or anything…I-“
Izaak looked away ashamed.
“Izaak…It’s not your fault."
But Mimi’s statement was only meant with silence.
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Post by Neon on Oct 7, 2009 23:03:07 GMT -5
Wizard Torkon Angst! Angst, angst, angst ...
Gaaah, poor dear Moira.
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Post by masquerade on Oct 8, 2009 1:21:18 GMT -5
you people have no idea how much i HATE! damian
DIE! you ignorant bastard DIE!!!
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Post by Fang on Oct 8, 2009 6:48:49 GMT -5
>;] Mweeeheeheee....it seems that I can make some pretty hateable characters........XD Er.......wonder if that's a good thing...o.O
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 8, 2009 11:19:10 GMT -5
@ Neon: LOL...It's Izaak Potter ..or perhaps Harry Kaelin xDDDD
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 8, 2009 11:23:33 GMT -5
Thorne grinned wickedly as she walked from the shadows to beside Damien. “So this is the girl, huh? Heh… Not that I care.. ALL I want is Torkon blood covering these streets….,” she paused and licked her lips, “I can hardly wait…”
You see…Thorne had quite the reputation… Thorne wasn’t her real name of course… It was something that she picked up off the streets during the war… Thorne the Torkon Killer. She was the one and only inventor of the very poison that Selene almost inflicted Izaak with. Quite the accomplishment for a 33 year old… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira let out a whimper as the woman stepped forward. “W-wait…what? What are you goin ta do teh Izaak? What did he ever do ta yoo?!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien narrowed his eyes at the girl and crossed the distance in a single step, backhanding her across the face…”He killed Selene!” The man roared. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira was stunned…literally…she could hardly think or see…her head was spinning and all she could hear was a constant droning ringing hum…
“I….I…” She choked, unable to focus…”It wasn’a….his fault! He was only protecting himself……” She wheezed. “Selene tried the kill him…” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blayn closed his eyes and sighed…he didn’t know Moira hardly at all…but she meant the world to Izaak…and Izaak was his cousin as well as best friend…so that meant she meant a lot to him as well.
“It’s not your fault, Izaak…You can’t blame yourself for this. Not like you can control who your dad is…” He looked down at Mimi, crouching a little so she didn’t have to look up so much and he didn’t have to bend his neck. “Where did they leave you? How many people did you see?” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thorne cocked her head to the side with a blank look on her face, “So you really care about that monstrosity don’t you?,” she paused and sneered towards Moira, “Disgusting…."
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Post by giantblackcat on Oct 8, 2009 13:25:09 GMT -5
>w<!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 8, 2009 14:01:17 GMT -5
Oops! I forgot to mention this was a story RP >,>....aka there's a co-author [aka FANG] lol...I'm assuming y'all knew that though due to it being a sequel RP >,>...I dunno..Oh well... Anyway..I'll just let you know who's who as of yet >,>
Me = Mimi/Izaak/Thorne
Fang = Moira/Blayne/Damien/Baird
I think there's s'more charries later on..I'll let you know who's who when that comes about ^__^
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