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Post by Advent Childhe on Apr 27, 2006 21:55:57 GMT -5
Greetings:
Simon paced around the apartment and tried to look worried when in fact he was looking for a way out. Mina merely looked at him with mirth in her eyes. She sat down on a near by stool by the kitchen bar and observed the man.
"Well? you said that we were in danger. Well I know that. My lab just got broken in to right? We are on the run and I've got precious little to go on, and -"
"No Simon," Mina interrupted, her expression was mixed with tease and seriousness. "You are in much deeper trouble than you know. I can't tell you just yet... not until tonight is over anyway. For your sake, I want you to stay here tonight ."
"What about Cyrus?" Simon asked, his temper rising.
"We'll see if Fate is kind to him..."
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Leon smoked quietly as Cyrus stared into the dusty bar. The raindrops had a rather calming effect. Cyrus thought about all that had happend this day, and how hectic it turned out to be. He thought about Simon, and wondered where he was. Simon was always talking about him and that woman that he kept on bumping into.... what was her name? Mino? Mina? yeah... Mina... She seemed to be a bit... dangerous... Was she the one who tipped off the cops? Women....Slowly, Cyrus' thoughts floated back on to Leslie... The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the golden hue of her hair...
BAM!!! (@_@)
The doors to the bar slammed open with the help of the slashing winds, and a figure stumbled through the doors. Leon and Cyrus quickly got out of their stupor.
"Simon, you crazy bastard, you know what just-" Leon began, but went quiet in an instant. Both Leon and Cyrus realized that this person was not Simon.
"Leslie?" Cyrus said.
For the Riptide Project, Advent Childhe,
PS: I had to bring her back somehow! Enjoy!
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Post by Bryan on Apr 28, 2006 12:11:06 GMT -5
"You BASTARD!!!" Anger quickly filled the room.
"uh, h-hi." Cyrus grimmaced to the uncomfortable situation. Both he and Leon were taken aback by Leslie's sudden intrusion into their dim lair.
"Do you have ANY idea what I had to endure in the last hour?!" Leslie growled as she approached the two with deliberate slow pace.
Leon slowly shuffled away from Cyrus, but before he could get too far, Cyrus grabbed hold of his arm. "Don't you dare leave me alone with her." Cyrus said under his breath, remembering the lyrics "there ain't no woman like a woman scorned."
"I was heading back to my room from gym when the Vice Squad rushed the place, and in ten minutes I was in an interrogation room down at the police station!!" Leslie yelled hysterically. "The POLICE STATION! And you know, I've never even been to detetion. But because of YOU, I've now got a FUCKING record!!!
"And between that and the insane questions about my 'relationship' with you, that wasn't the most disturbing part!"
"That wasn't?" Cyrus wince, and smiled awkwardly.
"Noooo. Just when I thought the interogation couldn't get more deranged, the police brought in a deflated and naked life-sized doll that looked exactly like me!" Leslie waved her arms in the air like a madwoman. She turned around as if to calm herself.
Trying to disolve the tension Cyrus mummbled meekly "S-sorry." But as soon as he said the word, he knew he was going to be sorry.
In a flash, Leslie turned around and pressed her face so close to Cyrus's that he can feel her quick breathes on his cheeks. Her finger tapped his chest repeatedly as she said,"Sorry? Well sorry doesn't cut it, now does it? I could just wring your neck right now if it didn't mean I'd spend another hour at the police station."
Suddenly, Leon foolishly cut in, "So, uh Leslie is it? How did you know Cyrus was here?"
Leslie quickly turned her head towards Leon, slapping Cyrus in the face with her wet hair. She narrowed her eyes, and said in a threatening tone, "You..."
Leon braced for impact from her hand, but Leslie had already dragged Cyrus out of the door. At that moment, all Cyrus could think about was how drenched Leslie was, and how her tiny white tank top was doing a good job at hugging her chest...
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Post by Genevieve on Apr 28, 2006 17:42:33 GMT -5
"Ahhh.... Would you like to wear my jacket? You'll catch your death of chill out here in that," mumbled Cyrus as Leslie dragged him down the street.
"Death by chill would certainly be the one of the pleasanter options for you tonight. Now shut up and don't make me slap you, you drooling fool."
"Yes'um."
Almost an hour passed as she led him down winding streets and alleys and they travelled progressively closer to the harbour. At the mouth of an alley between what seemed to be two enormous warehouses, Leslie paused and furtively stuck her head around one corner. Cyrus couldn't keep silent any longer and whispered, "Where are you taking me? And how the hell did you know where I was? What's going on here, Leslie?!"
Leslie froze, stock-still. Under her breath, in a way that Cyrus could barely hear, she replied, "I told you to shut the fuck up, asshole."
He didn't even see it when she spun around and kicked him in the back of the head, she was that fast. The end of her sentence was punctuated with instant oblivion.
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Post by Bryan on Apr 28, 2006 22:19:59 GMT -5
Cyrus slowly drifted back and forth between dream and wake. When he finally awoke, he found himself lying on a dusty sofa. His clothes were still wet from the rain. He sat up and slowly rubbed his temples. The throbbing headache made him wonder what drink he had before everything turned black. As if his fingers were rewinding a tape in his head, everything before his ultimate knock out replayed in front of his eyes.
"What's the point of having the hangover when you can't have the fun of doing the shots." Cyrys muttered to himself quietly. Surveying his surroundings, he found himself in a large room. Dim light came through the windows high above him. Cyrus knew he was in one of the warehouses he saw before. The tapping of approaching footsteps echoed in the distance, shattering the serenity he was immersed in. Every single hair stood on ends as Cyrus readied himself for flight.
"So, you are finally awake." The voice was crisp and friendly. It belonged to Mina.
"You!" Cyrus exclaimed as he felt himself becoming quicklly entangled in a web of confusion.
Nothing made sense.
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Post by Advent Childhe on Apr 29, 2006 0:37:39 GMT -5
Greetings:
"Mina? Where's Leslie? I was with a girl from school... How did you... why are we... where am I....But how did I..." These and many more questions fumbled out of Cyrus' mouth before the pain on the back of his head halted his speech. A piece of memory drifted in and out of focuse, but Cyrus chose to ignore it for now. Mina merely smiled her unreadable smile as she watched Cyrus rub at that tender spot. After a moment of nursing his head, Cyrus cleared his head. "What happened to Leslie? Is she OK?"
Mina laughed. "You know I figured that would be the first serious question you'd ask. Oh where to start..." Mina sat down on dusty olde sofa that for the time being acted as Cyrus' bed. Cyrus could not help but notice a makeshift bandage on her upper right arm.
"What happened to you? Are you ok?"
Mina laughed again. " That was the second serious question that I thought you'd ask. Where to begin? Well... firstly let me assure you that you are safe... for now. You are at the large warehouse on Pier 4, and you have been asleep for about an hour since you've been knocked out."
"And boy do you snore...." a familiar voice said. Cyrus knew that voice immediately, and turned to see Simon walk towards him with a tray of rough sandwiches. "And you talk in your sleep...funny stuff guy. Too bad I didn't ahve a recorder, otherwise I'd be able to use that to blackmail you.... Oh... Leslie... LESLIE!!! HAHHAHAHAAHA."
Cyrus turned away to hide his flushed face... he was NOT responsible for what he'd said in his sleep; but a part of him still feared that Leslie herself was there to hear his wonton speech. Simon stuck the tray between the three of them and started to take chunks of the dry bread in to his face. It was not graceful, but it was Simon.
"Let me tell the story then," Simon said after he gulped down his sandwich. "Eat eat, its not much but it'll have to do..."
************************************************** " Mina trapped me in my apartment last night, and said that we were both in danger. Yeah... well I heard that the cops raided the lab and took everything... my machine... hell they even took our fake Leslie... I don't know how she got deflated... the cops must have been poking at her the wrong way or something hahahah. (Cyrus' face turned more red)
" So I sorta talked and stalled for time. I thought I could find a way to get out... but Mina was too quick for me. Before I even got to the window she'd pinned me down already. Mind, in anyother situation I would have been happy about it... but I was worried that you might get dead last night buddy.
"And then the front door exploded. Yep. Gone. I didn't know who those guys were, but I knew that they had a lot of guns, and they weren't cops. Cops yell at you before they shoot at you. These guys yelled at eachother to shoot us last night. Well Mina pretty much grabbed me and jumped out the window. "
Cyrus looked at the bandage on her arm. "So that is how you got hurt..."
"Yeah... well we figured we'd get to Leon's to get you before the other guys did. When we got there... The bar was trashed, there were bullet holes everywhere....I really thought you were dead. We found Leon though. He hid out in his underground basement where he hid all his illeagle drinks. Bullet proof door. He said that some hot chick grabbed you and ran... so we quickly followed. "
"You saw Leslie and I?"
"Well.. We saw you getting kicked in the head. That girl is flexible!" A sorry grin floated on Cyrus' face as he flet the welt on the back of his head again.
"She gave you a KO hit, but then all these other guys started showing up in these trucks. She sorta dumped you in a barrel. they came out and pointed their guns at her. NO... don't look at me like that, I don't think she died... they did take her away though...We got you after they'd left, and thought we'd stay the night."
There was a gimmer of memory that roamed around in his head, and now it struck him. "I remember why... one of them was saying that there was a clone that was made, and that they might be... They think that Leslie is her clone!"
For the Riptide Project, Advent Childhe,
PS: go go go!keep it up guys!
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Post by Velata on Apr 29, 2006 1:29:55 GMT -5
... May I...?
Simon bolted: "You're right! What should we do now?" Both men stared at Mina, a figure of authority at the moment.
The mere thought of the guns and the brute force this mysterious group was willing to employ sent shudders down both men's spines. Who were these strange people, and more importantly, how did they learn of the duo's little secret "science project"? What did they want with the clone? Mina seemed to be the only one with some answers to their multitude of questions. The only problem is how much she was willing to share them.
Cyrus pressed: "Well...? We can't sit here and do nothing, right? We've been here for a full hour! Heaven knows what they are doing to Leslie right now!"
Mina simply smiled again in her enigmatic way: "Have you ever wondered who these people are, exactly?"
Both men took a moment to reflect on that question, but both reached the same answer just as quickly: "We don't care!"
"Oh, you don't?" Mina merely gave them another view of her singular grin. "Perhaps you should. Besides, the only advantage we have right now is that no one knows where we are. If we move from this spot... we might end up like three pieces of swiss cheese. "
"But what about Leslie?!" blurted Cyrus again, on the verge of despair. " I got her into this, I should do something about it, shouldn't I?"
"Well... that is true," Mina conceeded. "But you needn't worry about that. Leon would have this all explained to them by now. You did tell him about the deflated clone, right?"
Cyrus muttered: "I guess I did... what what does that have to do with anything?"
For dramatic effect, Mina blew out a large sigh. "You two are just impossible! You've been their pawns all along without knowing about it! Leon's working along with them, of course. Whatever Leon knows, they know!"
Simon and Cyrus looked at each other incredulously. They've been so secretive about their project, but they've never suspected Leon. He was the one who was there for them from the very beginning and knew about the near completion of the project. But who was Leon working with... or worse yet, working for? Who did they become pawns for...?
A slight rustling sound alerted all three people sitting in the old storage room. Mina picked up her ears and surveyed their surroundings. She whispered: "They're coming back for us... they know they've got the wrong 'clone'. We need to hide." ~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The storage room was old and dusty, with crates and boxes strewn about. It was the perfect place to play hide-and-seek, especially in a dark and rainy night such as this. The trio found a skid stacked up with boxes of some unknown merchandise, half concealed in the semi-darkness of the warehouse. They crouched behind it.
Cyrus couldn't contain himself further: The betrayed trust was more than he could bear: "What do you mean Leon's working with them?! How do you explain the fact that they shot up his bar?"
"He was having second thoughts, Leon, " Mina eyed their surrounding with clearly well-trained eyes. "He called the cops on your little project, hoping to keep you guys from actually completing it. He was afraid of what they would do once they had their hands on your little invention. But he was too late."
It was Simon who couldn't contain himself this time: "Mina, I've had it! Who the hell's after us?!"
Under her breath, Mina sighed: "Your very own Professor Manichiwa... My father... "
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Post by Suz on Apr 29, 2006 18:37:51 GMT -5
As the night grew darker, the storm worsened. The air was much colder now and the rain had turned into hail, beating down in a furious frenzy. Thunder rumbled angrily in the ominous clouds above. Lightning flashed across the sky in a white-blaze of brilliance. A stray bolt struck an old oak tree on the side of the road with a loud crack. The tree split in half, blackened by the searing heat of the lightning.
“Quickly now, bring them inside.” Said a raspy voice from behind the doorway.
The guards were quick to comply and carried their heavy loads into the great hall. Drenched and shivering from the hail storm, they were glad to be going inside. However, with every step across the tiled-floor of the immense hall, the air seemed to get colder and colder. They followed the monk until they reached an arched doorway with a huge golden chain linked across it, held together by a giant lock. The guards stood back and watched as the monk waved his hand and said some inaudible words. With a brilliant flash, the chain and lock disappeared and the doors swung open.
“Mistress, they have been brought.”
From deep within the depths of the dark room, a voice echoed back towards the entrance with an alluring tone. “Excellent…please bring them in.”
The monk waved at the guards to come in. The guards shuffled nervously into the room and just as the last one was in, the doors swung closed, with a deafening boom. Suddenly engulfed in seemingly, complete darkness; the guards became disoriented for a second, before adjusting their eyes to the darkness. All that could be seen within the room was a very faint glow of light at the other end. They followed the monk towards the glow.
When they reached the end, a tall and beautiful woman was waiting for them. She wore a crisp, white lab coat and had long brown hair that just reached her waist. Her glasses glinted against the warm hue of the light as she turned to greet them. She smiled and the guards froze under her piercing gaze and breath-taking presence.
Her golden eyes rested on the burlap cloths that the guards were carrying and said “Lay them on the ground and unwrap them.”
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Post by Advent Childhe on May 1, 2006 20:23:51 GMT -5
Greeting:
The woman's gaze was calm but piercing, though she was nowhere as bulky as the guards that surrounded her, she demanded their utmost respect nonetheless. None of them, not even the monk, said a thing while she inspected the pieces of metal that were enveloped. A new set of footsteps were heard down the pristine hall way while she pent down to examine a wrangled piece of machinery.
"Yue-Ming, you see?" She said quietly. The monk merely stared at the piece of technology, but soon turned to the man that had just entered their small gathering. He wore the same tactial uniforms as the guards in the room, but unlike them he did not wear the expression of awed respect. In fact, he was downright jaunty.
"Clara, dear, Clara, obviously your little monk friend would not realize what that is in your hands," the man smiled as he placed his arm around that crisp white lab coat.
The monk made a sudden movement as if to strike but Clara held her hand up and halted him. Quickly but deliberatly, she removed the arm from her and turned to look at the man. "I did not know that they sanctioned lab technologists with tactical armour. I must take this up with the director for this misallocation of taxpayer's money; and Mr. Wexler, please adress me as Dr. Clara Pace. We try to be professionals here."
The Guards around her grinned at her formal retort. "Gentlemen, job well done. have a goodnight. You are dismissed. Yue-Ming will show you out."
As the monk led the gurads out of the lit area of the great hall, Clara returned her attention to the large piece of metallic rods and plates again. "This was salvaged from the university storage yard. Took out 5 cops, this one, before a SWAT guy put an RPG right in its chest area." Wexler said as he pointed at the wreckage. "And by the way, the Director did assign me to retrieve this machine. You just won't admit that you find me so hot in this get up."
Clara sighed as she held the piece of blasted metal to Wexler. "I like men with intelligence. Tell me, Mr. Wexler, what is this?"
For the Riptide Project, Advent Childhe,
PS: Last post was AWESOME!
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