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Post by Satal on Oct 23, 2009 15:14:17 GMT -5
Kite shrugged drawing a blank. The lady who was there could have told the boy more, but she didn't. With a heavy sigh, the boy thought hard.
"Well, we can pick up a happy meal or something... and if he doesn't like that....then... I dunno," he suggested, "But for sure we wait till it is dark. Those Vipers scare me in large groups."
He had been attacked by them once, and only once. It was the first time he was offered a position with the Hawks. He chose to fly rather than to slither. With a shudder at the memories, he looked to his leader.
"We need weapons just in case. Lance can carry them right? And a key! Well, we know I'm the best lock-picker around yes? I can get us into the enclosure easy. But the rest is up to you ladies. You need to try to get him out with explosives or a crane or something...." He trailed off afraid of sounding too stupid. He looked to the sun, which was treatening to set.
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 23, 2009 19:16:05 GMT -5
Lance gave Kite a flat look. “A happy meal…?...Are you shittin’ me!? The be-er-guy thing could eat a dozen happy meals…Plus…what if he’s part herbivore dinosaur…those hamburgers and chicken nuggets would go to waste….Now that I think about it…that spiked tail looked familiar…like I’ve seen it in a picture before…..But…. But… Damn… I don’t remember….”
“Stegosaurus…”
Lance swiveled around to see Sissy had spoken up.
“Ooohhh yeah,” responded Lance before he gave a smirk, “Never took you to be quite the intellectual, Sissy.”
Mirroring Lance’s flat look from earlier, she replied drily, “Never took YOU to be quite the smartass.” She then gave Lance a swift, yet playful, kick on the back of the knee causing him to stumble forward a bit….
“Here’s what we’re going to do guys….,” began Sissy, “First…We’re going to the grocery store…Why because bagged salad is cheaper there than at Micky D’s …and I trust that salad more…. AND…we’re going to get some Gatorade and protein powder >>….Because the guy’s thinner than an anorexic Olsen twin….We aren’t going to free him today…We shall free him tomorrow…Today we scope out the territory so to speak…see who’s guarding where…where we need to put the explosives…yadda yadda….and we feed ‘im…..make him stronger from when we DO make the escape…and yes we’re going to use Explosives, Opal…Rejoice..In fact, bring some today, Opal..Just in case…..READY, CREW!?,” she ended with an excited smile. It’s not every day they had excitement and a mission like this!
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Post by natalie on Oct 23, 2009 19:32:46 GMT -5
Yahoo, awesome update!! I like Lance's reaction to the happy meal, LOL, its funny, I like the comment about the olsen twin, great dialogue, I can hardly wait to see what happens!!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 23, 2009 19:35:59 GMT -5
((Thank you, Natalie ^__^ ))
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Post by natalie on Oct 24, 2009 13:38:59 GMT -5
Your Welcome!!
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Post by Satal on Oct 26, 2009 15:12:04 GMT -5
Kite pumped his gloved fist into the air in celebration. A smile lit his features as they all raced to the nearest store to get what they thought they would need to release the giant mutant. As Kite strolled out of the store with his three, stolen mind you, bags of green salad mix tucked away in his heavy leather jacket, he waited for the others to get what they needed. Especially the ingredients for a home made bomb.
The boy picked slightly at the metal hawk pin he so proudly wore on his chest to show he was part of the hawk gang. He was a bit nervous.
"Lance will get teh water and the girls the stuff for the bomb. I got my stuff, don't worry yourself Kite," he moaned leaning on the wall. He wasn't nervous about the giant, he was more nervous about the Vipers catching them.
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"Boss!" Aric shouted running up to his leader. His bleached hair was pulled back in a beaded rat-tail and his blazing blue eyes were wide with worry. His leader leaned off the wall he was using and sauntered up to his second.
"Yes?" Beat, the leader of the Vipers yawned. His shoulder-length layered black hair shown with a red hint in the dying light. His grey eyes were feirce, they had seen death time and time again and did not care to look away. A tattoo of a snake coiled around his neck, eating its own tail. Beat was a fighter, and a cold-blooded type of man.
"The hawks were in our territory! I think they are plotting something with the freak at the zoo!" Aric panted. He had run to tell the boss as soon as one of the lackeys pointed out the rival gang. Beat's eyes glimmered with excitement.
"Really?" he hissed, "That is wonderful! We will go... meet our guests. Right Aric?" The seconded nodded eagerly.
"Get your arms. We move now," Beat chuckled locking his gun to his hip, loaded and ready.
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Othniel moaned, a heartbreaking sound. The zoo was closing, the rabid crowd moving on. He rose to his hands and knees, unsteady from the drug the dart had pumped through him. Moaning again, the giant moved to the looming wall.
With the greatest care, he rummaged through the trash in his cage to locate something he could eat. There was nothing.
"Damn it all," he growled loosing the strength in his limbs and crashing to the ground, "I do not want to die like this." A tear emptied itself from his golden eyes. At least the night would be cool, if not lonley. Maybe he would leave this earth and finally find peace.
"Creator," he mummered, "I... will never forget you... your face... If only we could have met. I hope...the boy is ok too." Othniel smiled at the darkening sky peacefully. He had resigned himself now.
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Post by natalie on Oct 26, 2009 18:33:51 GMT -5
Awww, poor Othniel!!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 27, 2009 15:53:56 GMT -5
Opal sighed to herself in annoyance. Angry that Sissy and Harper got to make the home-mad pipe and cherry bombs with HER “Anarchist’s hand guide” while SHE was stuck getting vodka and other assortments of “goodies” for Molotov cocktails…She couldn’t help she, besides her twin brother, were the only ones over the age of 21…They were 22 to exact..Sissy was turning 21 next month though…’Maybe I should get a bottle of a nice brandy or wine or something’ thought Opal. She was the type who liked to think ahead.
~~10-15 minutes later~
Opal loaded the car to pick up Lance and Kite at the grocery store. Harper and Sissy were already nearby the zoo in an abandoned shack-like structure making the bombs. ‘I hope they explode…,’ she thought bitterly thought she didn’t mean it at all.
~~At the grocery store (or whatever)~~
Opal pulled up to Kite and Lance who were waiting with a crap-load of bagged salad and water…most likely all stolen…If only alcohol was as easy to steal…
Opening the door, Opal smirked and chimed, “Let’s go boys, I got the things for my Molotov cocktails and Sissy and Harper are already by the zoo...Making the bombs…in that abandoned shack thing…Not sure what to call it… We put graffiti all over it after the cops chased us out of the zoo the first time a year or so ago, remember?”
She got a blank look from Lance at least.
She sighed, “Nevermind then….Just hop in, ‘kay?”
~~To Sissy and Harper~~
“There,” grinned Sissy, “This should do the trick! For sure! Harper..You’re the one with the memory and the artistic talent…Do you remember the layout of the zoo..”
“More or less…Why?” Replied Harper.
“Draw out the “explosion” plan, ok? We want to make sure no cops or whatever can get to us during this operation.. and MOST definitely None of those Crimson Viper bastards…”
“Rightio! Will do!” grinned back Harper as she got to work while they waited for Opal and the boys.
((Bah...I didn't know if I was playing any vipers or not...so I kinda stopped there...also..I don't plan on coming back to the other dino dude for a couple of posts so yeah....If you want me to be a viper...my viper can just appear at the zoo for or something later I guess *shrugs*...sorry ^^; ))
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 27, 2009 15:55:42 GMT -5
(( Here's wikipedia's definition of a Molotov Cocktail for those who don't know what they are:
In its simplest form, a Molotov cocktail is a glass bottle containing petrol fuel usually with a source of ignition such as a burning cloth wick held in place by the bottle's stopper. The wick is usually soaked in alcohol or paraffin, rather than petrol.
In action the fuse is lit and the bottle hurled at a target such as a vehicle or fortification. When the bottle smashes on impact, the ensuing cloud of petrol droplets and vapor are ignited, causing an immediate fireball followed by a raging fire as the remainder of the fuel is consumed.
Other flammable liquids such as wood alcohol and turpentine have been used in place of petrol.
Thickening agents such as tar, strips of tire tubing, sugar, animal blood, XPS foam, egg whites, motor oil, rubber cement, and dish soap have been added to help the burning liquid adhere to the target and create clouds of thick choking smoke. ))
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Post by natalie on Oct 28, 2009 0:26:33 GMT -5
(( Here's wikipedia's definition of a Molotov Cocktail for those who don't know what they are: In its simplest form, a Molotov cocktail is a glass bottle containing petrol fuel usually with a source of ignition such as a burning cloth wick held in place by the bottle's stopper. The wick is usually soaked in alcohol or paraffin, rather than petrol. In action the fuse is lit and the bottle hurled at a target such as a vehicle or fortification. When the bottle smashes on impact, the ensuing cloud of petrol droplets and vapor are ignited, causing an immediate fireball followed by a raging fire as the remainder of the fuel is consumed. Other flammable liquids such as wood alcohol and turpentine have been used in place of petrol. Thickening agents such as tar, strips of tire tubing, sugar, animal blood, XPS foam, egg whites, motor oil, rubber cement, and dish soap have been added to help the burning liquid adhere to the target and create clouds of thick choking smoke. )) Thanks for the definition, I've always wondered what that is, I learned something new!! |
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 28, 2009 10:39:44 GMT -5
((You're welcome, Natalie! ^__^))
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Post by Satal on Oct 28, 2009 14:07:55 GMT -5
((The boss is the only one really needed. You'll see what I'll do. ^^ Luv ya Ronnie!))
Beat glared down at the sleeping monster. He was laying on Hawk territory and none of the Vipers could reach him. His gang taunted the beast from their side of the wall.
"How would you like to be down there with him?" snarled Aric seeing the annoyed look in Beat's stormy eyes. All the jeering and names stopped.
"You," Beat yawned picking a random lackey, "Get a tree branch with a bunch of leaves from the Zebras. Lure him over here." With a conformational cry, the lackey dashed off with two of the other four to get food for the monster. Beat snorted and glanced down at Othniel.
"Poor monster."
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Othniel woke to the sound of shaking leaves. He opened one eye to see the boys shaking their prize. The giant yawned and turned away from them. Humans did not want to help him, why should he trust strangers? But when the boy with the black hair, had to be the leader, called out to him, he sounded kind.
The dino lumbered to his feet and shook sleep from himself. He was still so weak from the drug. He stumbled to the boys and leaned against the wall.
"For me?" he boomed pointing at the branch. His stomach gave a long growl.
"If you want and can reach it," the leader said in reply with a shrug. Othniel braced himself against the thick wall and stretched his body as long as it would go. His long, thick tongue licked at the branch bringing some leaves back to his hungry jaws. As he was eating, he did not notice his friend's return.
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Kite lunged out of the beat up car to secure the surroundings, though he just really wanted to see Othniel. He knocked out a guard and dashed to the containment cell the dino was kept in. He skidded to a stop when he saw Beat though.
"Dammit!" he yelped, "Vipers!" Beat saw the boy take back off where the girls and Lance were.
"Knocked out the guard but the snakes are here!" the boy panted, "And they are feeding him a tree! What are we going to do! He needs out of that snake-hole!"
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 29, 2009 16:11:09 GMT -5
((Teehee. I love me too <333 XDD...>__>...Prepare for semi-short post, peeps...I didn't know what to write Dx....))
Opal hissed (ironically, similarly to that of a snake).”Damn Vipers! I’ll black them to the next millennia,” she snarled with her temper flaring and a hand on one of her Molotov Cocktails.
Though thoroughly pissed of herself, Sissy couldn’t help but be confused. “Why are they feeding him. Are they seriously helping him?”
“I doubt it….,” snorted Lance whom had his arms crossed and brows furrowed. “You know how those vipers how. Always out for their own personal agenda. They have to want the Dino man for some sinister purpose….But what?”
“Maybe we’re over-evaluating this, guys…,” began Harper meekly. However, before she could continue, Sissy spoke again.
“Vipers or not…We are GOING IN…Okay? There’s five of us…and we’ve got bombs a plenty….and…Opal..You have firearms in your car, yeah?”
“Preposterous... Firearms are for Vipers…The bastards…I,” began Opal before being countered by Sissy’s flat look.
“….Yeah…I do…,”responded Opal with a sigh.
~~10 minutes later~~
Placing a small, yet effective handgun in the pocket of her hoodie, Sissy looked back at the others with a nervous smile.
“I suppose we can call this a rescue mission, eh? Never had one of those before….Ready, Guys! Let’s move! And don’t forget to be quiet, ok?!”
And without, the Hawks took off…Slowly and meticulously finding their way into Viper territory…
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Post by natalie on Oct 29, 2009 16:13:38 GMT -5
Go Hawks!! Yahoo!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 29, 2009 17:38:51 GMT -5
((Woooo! xDDD))
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Post by Satal on Nov 12, 2009 14:48:39 GMT -5
Kite held the cold steel of the small hand gun to his chest. His finger trembled against the trigger. He had been in only one of the gang's wars, and he promptly got the living shit beat out of him. His purple contacts stung with tears.
"Alright!" he cheered, "Let's do this!"
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Othniel heard a great commotion coming their way. He stopped his close-to-fruitless attempt at feeding and looked back. He saw flashlights, a few of them, from a distance. He grimaced and bit one of his lips. Just as he was about to move, a chain looped about his neck.
Snarling, the mutant spun about to glare at the boy he had thought was kind to him. He got a warning and gasped. How could these youths be so low? On the other end of the chain was Beat, who was point a gun at a little kidnapped girl. If he dragged the boy, the girl would be shot. So with a rumbling growl, the dino turned to watch what storm was coming.
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Beat made the silent orders for the chain to be dropped. He cocked his gun and aimed it at the little girl they had kidnapped just for the occasion. One false move and a bullet would split her skull.
"Hey," he called softly to the dino-morph, "You move and she dies. We need you to stay put after all." He didn't laugh, he didn't raise his voice, all Beat did was grin a compleatly psycotic grin. His steel colored eyes searched out his prey.
"Get ready!" he barked at the others, "The Hawks are in flight." Guns were loaded and locked into place from around him. This was going perfectly. The Hawks would be snuffed out tonight.
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Kite flicked off his flashlight and creeped forward. His heart pounded in his throat. He wasn't ready for the fight, not at all. A sniffle almost escaped him, but he must save his new friend. At all costs.
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Post by natalie on Nov 13, 2009 17:41:55 GMT -5
Go Kite !! You can do it!!
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