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Post by Satal on Oct 8, 2009 19:13:18 GMT -5
So...much...action! xD I like the pace at which this is going! ^^
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 9, 2009 12:04:47 GMT -5
@yoyo: ^_^ Satal: Why thank ya plenty! lol...Yeah... After all the lovey dovey stuff in our last RP we were like "we need some action, yo!" xDDD
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 9, 2009 12:11:50 GMT -5
Mimi sighed and ran a few fingers through her hair before sighing and looking up at the Torkon. “There was at least 3 of them…I was too busy eating fist too notice any more…And the bastards dumped me in some alley way in Harlem…” She sniffed her shirt and groaned, “I smell like hobo piss now…I swear if I see any of those dude again..I’m tearing them a new hole…..Asswipes (>,<)…”
“You and me both,” groaned Izaak before turning towards Mimi, “Hey…Do you think you can show us the alleyway, maybe they left something behind…a clue or whatnot…”
“Sure…” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blayn frowned. He had a very bad feeling about the whole thing. Something was very wrong and he was having a difficult time imagining a happy ending to this story.
He looked down at Mimi again, then at Izaak…waiting to see if his cousin would offer the human a ride to make things faster…but he obviously must’ve been thinking about Moira, understandably, and seemed pretty much out of it at the moment.
He looked back at the human. It was pretty obvious that she wasn’t very fond of him…and for good reason too…but he decided to do the polite thing and place a hand on the ground beside her…”Er…ride or walk?” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi gave the Torkon a suspicious look before turning away. “I’ll walk thank you very much.”
“Mimi, We don’t have time for this! Just get on already,” groaned Izaak.
“I’m not-Hey!,” cried Mimi as Izaak plucked her up and deposited her in Blayn’s hand before getting up and walking towards the city and away from the bay.
Grumbling obscenities in multiple different languages, Mimi adjusted herself into a sitting up position. “Hey Smart One, you don’t even know where you’re going.”
“…….Uhhh….”
“Harlem…”
“Oh! Right!”…Uhh…”
“Do you even know what Harlem is?”
“Er..something to do with a historic basketball team or something…Maybe?”
“……………………………………………Just let me direct, okay?”
"Yes'm" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira nodded her head and looked up at the woman, tilting her swollen face upwards with a look of pride. “Yes. I do.” She confirmed in as steady a voice as she could manage. “And he’s not a monstrosity.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thorne snorted as she ran a ran a hand through her long blood red hair. “It’s hard to tell who’s more of a monstrosity…Him…or you….”
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Post by Satal on Oct 9, 2009 12:24:21 GMT -5
The was only one thing I found in this update that bothered me at all. It was the placement of what Moira said and Thorne's diologue. I think instead of being in the middle of the interaction of Izaak and crew, it should have been at the end with Thorne.
My opinion though.
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 9, 2009 15:55:32 GMT -5
The was only one thing I found in this update that bothered me at all. It was the placement of what Moira said and Thorne's diologue. I think instead of being in the middle of the interaction of Izaak and crew, it should have been at the end with Thorne. My opinion though. I fixed it a little bit...except now both Thorne and Moira are in the middle instead of the end >__<...Lol...my bad....even when I fix then I screw up ^^;.... I'll fix it again later...when I feel less lazy xDDD; P.S. Thanks for the head's up...you were totally right..it read kinda weird...O.o...I shall remember to not copy and paste next time X3
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 9, 2009 18:30:59 GMT -5
xD; Izaak sure is grabby when he was worried...
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 10, 2009 15:46:54 GMT -5
xD; Izaak sure is grabby when he was worried... LOL..I suppose he is ^^;;;;
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 10, 2009 15:58:44 GMT -5
Moira glared at the woman…”I’m not the one killin people for a living, ma’am…” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“People!? People!? I’d hardly call those things people…They are DEMONS per se and I’m just sending them back where they came from…HELL,” Thorne ended with a laugh. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blayn sighed and carefully lifted his hand. What was it about this girl that made him turn from being a confident, arrogant individual to being almost timid and unsure whenever she was around…
“We might get in trouble for being off the ship so late, Izaak…might wanna keep a low profile. Er…as low as we can.” He cupped Mimi close to his chest…but…not too close. He didn’t want to make her mad or uncomfortable… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak snorted, “Bah…Those who have a issues with us being out can suck it….How the hell could we make a low profile anyways…”
“We can’t let the cops find out about this!,” blurted out Mimi.
“Wh-what? Why?,” inquired Izaak almost irritably.
“The guy…He wanted you to come Izaak…YOU specifically…If anyone else were to show up, this could jeopardize Moira’s LIFE….So…Yeah… Keeping a low profile might be a good idea….”
“……….Ok….,” said Izaak solemnly.
“Okay, How about we get a move one, huh? We take the first left here…and the 5 blocks or so a left….and then we follow that road for an eternity and a half and we’re there….”
“Right…Let’s go…”
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 10, 2009 17:20:25 GMT -5
xD Giants keeping a low profile? PSH!
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Post by Neon on Oct 10, 2009 21:49:16 GMT -5
They could disguise themselves as rocks. Or trees. Or .... buses. Really big ones. XD
*imagines one or both of them running down the street yelling "beep beep"* ROFLMAO
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Post by Fang on Oct 10, 2009 23:49:47 GMT -5
.........HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!! XDDDDD OMG......I'm so tempted to try and draw that!! LMAO!!!!
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Post by natalie on Oct 11, 2009 1:09:27 GMT -5
Really great story!! I like all the details and descriptions. Very well written.
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Post by masquerade on Oct 11, 2009 5:29:36 GMT -5
They could disguise themselves as rocks. Or trees. Or .... buses. Really big ones. XD *imagines one or both of them running down the street yelling "beep beep"* ROFLMAO or trash cans... Imagen that lol Izaak:*is disguised as trash can* do you they see us?
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 11, 2009 13:59:28 GMT -5
“Then you are guilty of making the same mistake some of them have…” Moira sighed weakly, leaning back against one of the crates and closing her eyes, too tired to speak her mind and curse out the woman. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blayn gave his cousin a grim look as he followed Mimi’s direction to the place where the kidnappers had left her. “These crazy bastards are serious…” He growled, “How the hell are we supposed to be able to find them? Almost any place they could be hiding is too small for us to fit…if the idiot wanted Izaak to come you’d think he would have left a better clue. Unless he made it obvious and we’re overlooking something. Er…Mimi, did you check your pockets for any notes or clues he might have left on you?” He looked down at the human female. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi sighed still a little perturbed with the Torkon, but decided not to let it show too much… There was too much at stake to argue over petty things. “No..I haven’t checked my pockets”….She looked at the simple black tank top and skirt she was wearing and stated matter-of-factly, “Because I have none….” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blayn gave her a flat look, "Oh...well...okay...nevermind then." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
~~ a few moments later~~
“Here we are,” spoke Mimi in a slightly irritated tone. “Welcome to Harlem.”
Izaak just blinked. “I’ve seen dung heaps at the zoo that look more pleasant than this….,” He paused and wrinkled his nose, “And they smelled better too….”
“I told you! HOBO PISS...and this is basically the ‘dump’ of NYC…It has been for an eternity….I used to live here,” she added very quietly hoping no one would hear.
“Fuck…There’s, like, a million alleyways here,” groaned Izaak.
“I can find the right one…If I’m allowed to walk now that is,” Mimi said bitterly.
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 11, 2009 17:20:18 GMT -5
^^; Aw Mimi...can't you try to be nice to Izaak and all them? D:
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 11, 2009 17:47:48 GMT -5
@amaya: Heh...Mimi IS kinda being a grumpy-pants, huh? ^^;;....
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 12, 2009 6:58:33 GMT -5
Blayn looked around at the surrounding area and resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose in disgust…
“A fine place for him to leave you…” He mumbled before registering that she had just asked him a question, “Oh, eh, right…” He knelt down and placed his hand on the ground so Mimi could climb off, glaring lightly at a homeless man who was gawking at them from his cardboard shelter… “Hurry up and take a look around…see if you can find anything. I don’t wanna draw too much attention..” He grumbled as several more hobos perked up and peeked out of the alleyways. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi scowled up at the Torkon before stating irritably, “I’ll go as fast as I can…There’s a lot of alleyways that look similar and I’m not exactly the Flash….”
And with that, Mimi started meandering up and down the alleys looking for the same graffiti art that she woke up to… beside waking up the asswipe that is… Specifically it was a certain gang’s insignia..which, while this was found everywhere, there was a certain phallic picture next to her that almost made her laugh despite the situation… Almost. She couldn’t help but feel her heart go out the all the homeless people she saw roaming the alleyways… She remembered the time when she almost became one herself and felt tears well up in her eyes, however, she shook her head free of this thoughts telling herself to focus on what’s important. That didn’t stop the aching in her heart though.
After a long while searching and just as she to give a cry of frustration she saw something that made her heart jump… That same almost humorous graffiti from before.
“Huzzah!,” she cried, “I found the alleyway, guys!”
“Great!, said Izaak, “ Now look for clues.”
“Alright! Alright already!,” she sighed getting on her hands and knees and searching the vicinity.
After quite a few minutes and just before she was going to call it quits, something shiny caught her eye. Being female and desperate for clues at the same time, she went to investigate…It was a button.. A button with speckled of reddish brown stuff on it…Blood. On the button, said “Fargo’s Bargains Warehouse”. Crap… Those warehouses are everywhere, she thought with a sigh.
“Hey, Guys…I think I found a clue…”
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 12, 2009 15:24:12 GMT -5
O.O Blood?! *flails* D: Oh noes!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 12, 2009 15:32:14 GMT -5
@ Amaya: Yeah..this is sort of a dark RP...at least in the beginning & middle it is....I would say more but I don't want to spoil :X
P.S. Ima going to put up a second update today [like now xD] since the last one was so short >_>;;;
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 12, 2009 15:35:04 GMT -5
“A clue?” Blayn knelt down, leaning as far down as possible, squinting his eyes to try and see the pretty much invisible clue in her hand.
“Er…….what is it? I can’t see. Will it help?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“It’s a button…a bloody button..Literally…as in it has blood on it…Not the British slang way…and it reads “Fargo’s Bargains Warehouse”…Which happen to cover NYC… Seriously…It’s worse than our cockroach problem,” Mimi stated with a sigh. “There has to be a meaning behind this …but I can’t seem to figure it out...Izaak?”
“I…Got nothing,” growled the Torkon in frustration as he not-so-gently kicked over a dumpster causing the various homeless people to scatter like mice.
Mimi gave another sigh, “Then I guess we should start with the Fargo’s in Harlem, huh?”
“Lead on,” spoke Izaak solemnly. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira stirred from her sleep at the sound of voices…
“They’re in Harlem…an there’s another brute wiv em.” Snarled Baird’s thickly accented voice.
Damien spoke next, “And Izaak?”
“He’s there….but he don’t seem as pissed as I would’a thought…”
“Hmmmm…interesting…”
Moira opened her eyes when she was aware of a presence standing close to her.
“Your boyfriend better hurry, sweetheart…”
She jumped and almost squeaked in fright to find Damien crouched beside her, whispering in her ear…
The Russian laughed. “The longer he takes…the more fun we can have.” His blue eyes glinted in the half light of a dim warehouse light.
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