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Post by Daze on Jul 10, 2011 21:23:57 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
"Er..."
Now thinking about it, now that there wasn't immediate danger-- justing thinking about being ontop of those roof tops made her dizzy. Must've been the adrenaline before, Lin thought, glancing up at Rick's dangling fingertips. Too bad I don't have any of that now--
BANG.
Even though that gunshot wasn't even meant for her (it was fired by some crazy thug a few streets over), Lin found herself scrambling up the side of the brick wall like a cat-- water flowing free from her satchel and upward for her to have something to climb on. Well not really climb on-- it was more of an idea of-- moving on-- Lin grabbed Ricks hands with a huge final leap and somehow up the latter in the next few seconds.
Fear does funny things.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 10, 2011 21:34:39 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
“Sorry, Lin.” he says, grimacing at her hesitation. “This is the fastest was to the burgers. We’ll be off’a here in no time, trust me. And I’ll be right here. No fallin’ for ya.” Rick pulls the two of them up, not letting go of Lin’s fingers until they are safely on the top of the building, five feet from the edge.
“This way.” Living in the city for a year as a kid really lets you know where the fast-food places are, and the best ways to get to them. The McDonalds is a five-minute run from here. And a leap from this building to one with a ladder. Dropping down from the three-story building would not be a fun experience, especially with nothing to drop down onto. Well, besides people. They’re not good to land on though.
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Post by Daze on Jul 10, 2011 21:42:01 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Meep. Heights were never Lin's forte, and she nervously skittered around on the balls of her feet until they were both planted safely on the ground. Sure, the cave heights at the freedom fighter base were fine-- she had lived there for years after all, and there was water nearly in every cave. It would be impossible for her to hurt herself, unless she was asleep or something... which would be unlikely while fall--
--heights also make Lin nervous to the point of excessive thinking.
Anyways, by the time they reached the front of the McDonald's-- Lin was pretty much back to normal again, not really jittery nervous as much as happy for the smell of sorta-real-food. Yum. Well, the fries were good!
Lin pushed open the swing door to the McDonald's, almost overwhelmed by the smell of meat, and grease, and salt, and grease, and food, and grease... Coming to a stop beside one of those containers holding the kids-meal prizes, Lin whispered to her friend, "How long was it again since we last had fast-food not out of a dumpster?"
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 10, 2011 21:53:50 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
He laughs. “Oh, I’d guess four, five years? No matter. We’ll be eatin’ good tonight!” They’re next in line. The woman orders a happy meal for her son, and then Rick steps up to the counter, drops his bag in front of the gum-popping teen.
“Hello, Daisy.” he says with a grin, reading the name from her tag. “I’d like as fifty-four burger happy meals, half with chocolate shakes and half with vanilla.” He almost laughs out loud as Daisy’s eyes widen in surprise. The ratty-looking boy in the salt-still clothes can afford fifty-four happy meals? And what’s he going to do with that many burgers? “And I’d also like fifteen large fries and sixteen bottles of water.”
Daisy’s mouth falls open, a perfect O of surprise. Rick just smiles at her as she starts punching the buttons on the cash register. “That’ll be two-hundred twenty-three dollars and fifty three cents.”
Rick unzips the back-pack and begins to count out the money.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 11, 2011 10:16:54 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
A half an hour later, (it took a while to get all those burger meals ready, and they had wiped them clean of the ones that had sitting and waiting), Lin had both her backpack and arms stuffed with paper bags galore. It was dark outside, a few stars managing to peep through the city smog, Lin noted, looking through the large glass windows that framed the walls of the McDonald's. Most of the older kids in the freedom fighters were likely to be returning to the caves now, if they weren't there already, from scavenging, hunting, and preforming alike. Wishing that the counter lady would hurry up and finish counting up the change, Lin anxiously looked out from the window. Normally she would be back by this time to do a head count. Or, when needed, to send out a search party for the kids who were being held up.
Finally. The last few coins clattered from Daisy's hand and onto the counter. Lin reached forward and scraped up the coins as best she could with both her arms full. Pocketing them into her jeans-- Lin gave Rick a nod out of the corner of her eye, both hands firmly wrapped around two large shopping bags that held the McDonald's food. "Ready?"
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 11, 2011 10:41:49 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
Arms and pack full of happy meals as well, he nods to her, grinning from ear to ear. He had counted while the meals were being made-- they still have about three hundred dollars. Not bad for two kids on their own.
The smell of the burgers is almost overpowering-- his mouth waters and he has to remind himself that there are hungry kids back at the caves to keep from stuffing himself full of meat and bread.
Crossing the store in a few steps, he kicks the door opens and steps outside, stopping to hold open the door with the heel of his foot.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 11, 2011 10:52:22 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Lin slips out through the door, turning around to hold to door open in turn with her shoulder-- head leaning against the metal frame of the swinging door. Her hands adjust, the twine of the shopping bag handels digging into her palms by the weight of twenty some happy meals in each hand. All of a sudden, as the door to the McDonalds's resturant swung close with a little jangle of the bell hanging ontop-- Lin froze, breath caught in her own throat.
Why was it so' quiet out? Where were the seagulls? Where was th sound of cars, and couple feet scrapping against the sidewalks?What was making the unnatural silence?
Lin spun around to look at the McDonald's interior. She just got a glimpse of an empty resturaunt, with Daisy frantically scrambling out the side door-- before the lights went dark and she couldn't see a thing through the glass. "...Rick...?" Lin said slowly, voice rising in volume, eyes slowly widening as the reflective surface of the glass gave a watery outline of a figure standing in the middle of the parking lot.
Then the figure raised a long stick that looked an awful lot like a gun.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 11, 2011 11:06:40 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
His smile slides from his face. He swears loudly. “Don’t just stand there! RUN!” He takes off in a random direction, hoping that Lin will follow. He’s the one that knows the city like the back of his hand-- well, at least he did fifteen years ago. Hopefully it hasn’t changed too much.
Rick turns a corner into a back alley (he knows them better than the actual streets) and runs as fast as he can while not dropping the food. Left turn here, straight for a while, right, left, right.
That man in the McDonalds. He wasn’t just there for the fries, that’s for sure. No one robs a fast-food joint. So, either the man was looking for two other mutants with far too much food for them to possible eat on their own, or he was hoping that Rick and Lin would take him to the Freedom Fighter base. Or, maybe he just wanted to take care of them.
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Post by Daze on Jul 11, 2011 11:29:40 GMT -5
ERIK Styerslook out.
that breath you just took?
it's probably your last
in freedom
Targets Spotted. Both of them too, how convenient. Erik strolled out into the parking lot, and clicked the button to his car. Reaching inside the passenger's side of the Volkswagen, he popped open the back of the car and retrieved his gear. From cliche to the unconventional-- the bounty-hunter had it all. Net-Launcher, tazer, tranq gun-- several forms of tear gasses, and the usual hand to hand combat tricks.
His mission was to retrieve two known mutants, and by their little display in the streets earlier-- it looked as if he was dealing with two experienced kids. One could fire a sort of energy beam from his hand, orientation unknown-- which also possibly allowed him to touch fire. (Though a few normal people could do that, so he wasn't as worried about it as the hand thing). The girl could, by apparent, manipulate water and ice. It was unknown if she could do the other elements as well, but-- Erik lit his cigar and pocketed his lighter as he thought-- it was unlikely as she showed no sign of anything else during their little stage performance.
Needless to say, watching their show from the crowds earlier, Erik was impressed. This was going to be fun, dealing with other elemental manipulators. Well, the boy didn't really count-- but just for the fun of it, Erik considered him a pyro as well, just for laughs. This was going to be easy, earth (not plants) was obviously the most durable of all the basic elements. He was going to win hands down, with his experience, superior agility, and technology.
So, huffing down the cigar and gnawing on the end before tossing it into the gravel of the streets-- Erik checked his tranq (loaded with thirty sedatives) for what seemed like the twelfth time until he could make out the two silhouettes of the kids walking toward the exit. Finally, Erik thought, standing up. He noticed the worker, Diane was her name? making a hasty exit toward the back (following instructions from said 'police').
It's show-time.
------Back to the present,
At that precise moment Erik's finger reached for the trigger, Blastie (nickname Erik gave to the boy himself) looked up and stared directly at him. Less than two seconds passed when the eyes of the prey locked with the eyes of the predator, before the two kids took off across the street like mad. Swearing, Erik readjusted the sites of his gun and fired three shots, (one he knew was a sure miss, but the other two were pretty good shots). Pretty sure of his accuracy, Erik took of after them. He was one of the best shots in the country, that's why the MCA called on his expertise. But sedatives would not react instantly (make em' dizzy and weak for about five minutes, then out like a light for twelve hours), and there was always the chance that he missed by a hair or they somehow saw it coming and blocked it.
So the chase began.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 11, 2011 11:48:03 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Guns were useful. As long as they weren't being pointed at your face. And like a deer caught in head-lights, Lin whirled around to find a man standing across from them gun pointed straight at them. It was stupid to stand still, no doubt-- but there was this instinctive thing inside of you that told you, 'Maybe if I remain perfectly still, he won't see me.'
"Don't just stand there! RUN!" Rick's suggestion was probably a better idea though, and a second after processing his voice-- Lin bolted after him-- gravel flying up as her feet pounded across the black street cement. Whatever we do... they can't catch us... they can't catch us... thank god we have a first-lieutenant... can't lead them to the base... can't stop running... run, run, run, RUN!
Fwweeeit! Fwweeeit! Fwweeeit As the second one whirled past her ear and past her head to continue flying up ahead, (hopefully wouldn't hit Rick)-- Lin turned her head over her shoulder and actually felt the tip of the third dart like bullet graze her fore-head as it flew past. With slow human reflexes, Lin jerked her head back-- panting hard, but it didn't hit her-- thank god. Almost tripping over herself in order to get rebalanced-- Lin darted through the alleys after Rick, wondering where the heck they could possibly hide.
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Post by Kay on Jul 12, 2011 15:47:43 GMT -5
Erik Styers
guns are neat little things, aren’t they?
they can kill extraordinary people with very little effort
They always run. Always. No one ever just stays where they are, calmly waits for the tranq to hit them and take effect. Never. Well, that’s what makes being a bounty hunter fun-- the chase. Erik’s record? Bringing in three mutes without even firing a shot, in less that three hours. These two, though, he could tell would be a challenge, even with both of their hands full of burgers. Maybe they won’t be able to use their powers.
He slows to a walk, silencing both his footsteps and his breathing (just a little bit ragged). Blastie and Lin (assuming that Blastie had been calling to her when the two ran from the square) had disappeared. He brings a pair of infrared heat-seeking goggles to his eyes, lowering the tranq gun, and looks around.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 12, 2011 15:58:08 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
He dodges the bullets (barely), glancing back at the younger girl as he does. At least, he thinks they’re bullets. Might be tranquilizers though. Killing on the spot would be much too humane for the MCA. And he would know-- he was captured a couple of years ago. He wasn’t there long, but it was long enough to know he never wanted to go back.
“We’re not going straight back to the caves. We have to lose that damn bounty hunter first.” he calls back to her. “I know a place we can hide. But you have to trust me.” Telling her to trust him was probably pointless-- if she didn’t already, then why would she be here?-- but he felt like he needed to, given where they were going. “And once we get there, don’t say a word. Not even bless you.”
Rick glances back, not seeing the bounty hunter anywhere near, and slows to a walk. “Some old, erm ‘friends’ of mine live around here.” He pulls open a rickety-looking wooden door and drops his backpack and paper bags inside, motioning for Lin to do the same.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 12, 2011 16:22:23 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
"Of course--" Lin called up to her leader as he explained that they weren't going back to the caves. She was a little irritable at the moment, then again who wasn't after almost being shot? and had to bite back a sarcastic remark. Though in the minute of silence that followed as they ran, Lin mulled over what exactly would happen if they led the bounty-hunter back to camp. It could a.) go great and the the mutants there could all gang up on him and pwn. Or b.) it could all go horribly wrong and they could end up dead on the floor. Better to go on the safe-side and avoid those opportunities all together.
As they slowed to a stop in the middle of a dusty old alley-- Lin opened her mouth to comment on something-- before abruptly shutting it as Rick spoke and opened the door. Why couldn't she talk? The girl knew she was trying to be quiet and all, but behind closed doors they could at least whisper or something without being heard. So she assumed it had to do with something to whoever was behind this door-- as Lin stepped inside.
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Post by Daze on Jul 12, 2011 16:46:11 GMT -5
ERIK Styerslook out.
that breath you just took?
it's probably your last
in freedom
Targets Spotted. It took a few minutes to follow them at a walk-- but hey, with Erik's ultra sensitive thermal vision goggles-- all he had to do was keep at a light jog and follow the slightly warm pieces of gravel that had heated up from feet pounding against the ground. Simple. Sure, there were other tracks that got in the way-- but there was only one trail that contained two sets of feet that were spaced so far apart from running in leaps and bounds.
Erik's trail led him to a wooden door in a back alley. Wonderful. As good as these goggles were, they weren't strong enough to see through cement. He had no idea of knowing what laid behind the door, whether an ambush or a tenfold of mutants. It was built into a solid wall of brick with no windows-- so that made things simpler. No way was he foolish enough to risk walking into a trap, but it was clear that they hadn't left the building yet (the foot-print trail was seconds old and quickly faded under his goggles) so the man back up and shuffled through his pockets. Ah, there they were.
CR gas moduels.
Erik chuckled to himself. He hardly ever got to use this stuff. It was amusing to watch the panic that spread across people's faces as they suddenly realized they couldn't see-- and even more so as the gas spread to their lungs. Only downside to it was that it didn't cause unconsciousness-- but that's what the tranq gun was for. Smiling, Erik slipped a gas-mask over his face and deployed two bombs the size of a quarter by the entrance. Circling the rest of the complex-- the man laid his little trophies out by every single door, ventilation shaft, and window he found, as well as by the sewer drains in the area. Left with about ten afterward, the bounty-hunter laughed as he threw them into the air and they landed in random spots around the whole house.
Returning to the wooden door-- Erik leaned against the brick wall adjacent from it, smiling in satisfaction. He cocked his tranq, and scanned the roof-tops nearby. If they went onto the roof, his thermal goggles would spot them in an instant-- red against black. If they went underground, Erik's earth-manipulating ability would instantly sense the unnatural vibrations in the ground. If they went outside-- the bombs would be set off at the sense of thermal energy movement in front of them. Smirking, the bounty hunter waited. He had all the aspects covered-- earth, sky, and in between.
There was no escape.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 12, 2011 22:01:50 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
“They’ll eat anything you bring inside, and I don’t want to waste money on more burgers.” he explains in a whisper as he leaves his food where it is (after dropping a dusty old blanket on top of the bags) and crosses the room toward a trap door embedded in the concrete floor of the room.
Rick shoots a blast of energy at the metal padlock, swings open the hatch, and climbs inside, placing a finger against his lips and then drawing his flat palm across his throat as if to say either one sound and I’ll kill you, or one sound and they’ll kill you.
As to who they is… Well, it’s a long story, but the gist of it is that Rick got into a bit of trouble with the police in the year that he was living on the streets as a six-year-old (The police were wondering what a little boy was doing out on the streets, mostly. Not to mention his little bit of thievery.) and the-- well, the best word for the people in the room is a gang, but that’s not entirely true-- gang helped him out of the sticky situations, gave him a place to stay for a while. In return, he helped them out with their security. The wooden trap door might look flimsy, but he can activate a locking mechanism with energy. He made them a key before he left, but it’s from his energy, so it works with his special (though completely normal-looking) lock. The wooden-looking door is the same way-- it only looks flimsy.
He steps out of the way, while still holding the door open for Lin.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 13, 2011 10:34:06 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Raising an eyebrow, Lin silently wonders who ‘they’ are—but drops her two bags of burgers anyways, lightly massaging her hands afterwards and trying to rid them of the crease that was left by the twine handles. Following Rick across a room, the girl jumped a bit upon the laser like blast emerging from his hands and onto the padlock that secured a discreet panel in the middle of the room (not really expecting it). The room was filled with a pale neon red light for a second, before the padlock sprang open.
After Rick opened the padlock and climbed down, (sighing at his really unnecessary killing motion), Lin slid down the hatch and followed him—closing the swinging lid behind them. Sure, she’d heard stories from Rick—but he really hadn’t talked about it, and Lin hadn’t pressed. There are things in each person’s past that the owner would rather remain hidden. Lin had a few herself, so she assumed Rick’s detailed life before the school was one of them.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 13, 2011 22:34:45 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
Rick closes the padlock with another energy blast, then creates a small beam of energy in the palm of his left hand, aiming it around the tunnel like a flashlight.
In just a few moments, they arrive at a second door, this one standing upright like a normal entryway should. He knocks four times (extinguishing the light as he does so), and almost immediately a hatch slides open. A pair of dark eyes glare out.
“Wha’dya want?” a voice calls from within, slurring the words slightly. It’s obvious that the person behind the door doesn’t recognize Rick-- and, to be honest, who would? It’s been sixteen years since he was last here, and a lot has happened to change him from the six-year-old that the doorman knew.
Rick breaks into a grin, knowing the voice without even having to think about it. “Spike.” he says warmly, fighting the urge to laugh as Spike’s eyebrows rise. “I’m sure you remember me, but you just don’t know it yet. It’s Rick. You know-- I made all the security. You remember me, right?” He earns a blank stare from the doorman. Sighing, Rick makes a red light in the palm of his hand, holding it up so that the man can see. “You know anyone else that can do this?”
The eyehole slides shut and the door opens, revealing a short, balding man with a stump for his left leg. A scar crosses from his right eye down to his chin. He looks to be about forty, fifty years old. He holds up a bottle of cheap liquor and, swaying slightly, gestures to Rick’s face. “You look diff’ent. One o’ dem yuppies.”
The boy just keeps smiling, seeming to ignore the old man’s words. “Spike, this’s Lin. We’re in a bit o’ a sticky situation with the cops.”
Spike holds up a hand. “Stop right there, you. Git on in here.”
Rick obeys, stepping quickly into the room.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 14, 2011 11:28:11 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
The seconds door comes quite quickly, and Lin silently watches the quick exchange between the two people. Tensing slightly as the older man hobbled out through the door, Lin restrained herself from taking a few steps back-- keeping her cool and calm demeanor. When introduced, however, Lin gave a little half smile and dipped her head in acknowledgment.
Then they stepped inside, through the wooden door-- and Lin silently wondered exactly how this was going to help. Did they have some secret passageway? Something told Lin that the Bounty Hunter from earlier was not going to give up that easy. Rubbing the back of her hand to her forehead where the dart had just barely scraped it-- Lin closed her eyes and followed the two inside. Were they simply going to hide out here until the storm blew over?
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 15, 2011 9:23:39 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
The door swings shut behind them. It’s smaller down here than Rick remembered-- he has to crouch down just to avoid his head scraping the ceiling. A few pairs of eyes look curiously out from the shadows.
He leaves Spike at the door and begins to walk down the long hallway, taking a left at the first door.
Rick’s not exactly sure how the people living here in the caves will be able to help, but they do like to collect favors. And a favor from a mutant? Well, that just can’t be beat. Besides-- where else are they going to go?
He turns to his right and knocks on a door.
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Post by Daze on Jul 15, 2011 10:34:06 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
There are so many eyes that stare out at Rick and Lin that is almost feels creepy. The girl takes a moment to wonder how many people exactly live down here-- and how many of them are alleged criminals? Well, not that it matters-- Lin's pretty sure she's an alleged criminal herself. Normally, a few years ago, that would have bothered the girl to no end. But not now. There were bigger things to worry about-- like feeding those starving kids without getting shot. Is it possible to do both?
Quite suddenly, Rick turns to the left and raps on a new wooden door. Lin settled back into the shadows a foot or two behind him and waited for the mystery guest to open the door.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 15, 2011 18:49:18 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
The door swings inward with a creak, the person behind the door momentarily obscured by the shadows. There’s not really lighting down here-- the gang doesn’t seem to have much money to spend on frivolous things like light and air conditioning.
A surprisingly scrappy teen glares out from the room behind the door.
“You probably don’t know me but--“ Rick stops abruptly as the teen holds up a hand.
“Rick Freedom. The little boy they rescued so many years ago. I’ve heard of you. Everyone down here has. But what is the great legend doing down here in the squalor?” The teen’s voice practically drips with sarcasm. This boy-- obviously the leader of the gang, but why? It’s not for his strength, that’s for sure-- doesn’t seem like one to be swayed by Rick’s particular brand of persuasion. It’s better to just be blunt.
“There’s a bounty hunter after us. We need to get back to our hideaway. We need your help, and would be willing to repay you in any way.”
The boy’s eyes light up at the word ‘repay’. “What do you have that I might possibly want?”
“Money.”
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Post by Daze on Jul 15, 2011 19:02:28 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Ah, so the Freedom Fighters aren't as obscure as they think they are. While others might be pleased that everyone in this vicinity knows their name-- Lin only scowled inwardly. This was not good. If a gang of street-people know Rick's name, then the police (and the people who puppeteer the police) know it too. Which might, but not necessarily mean that the Freedom Fighters were no longer a rumor in the eyes of the other side.
Troubled, Lin watched the two people in front of her exchange silently. her hand nervously wove and drummed on the top of her water satchel-- the water inside churning restlessly. Money, she had no problem with. They would figure out ways to earn more, or find food. The only thing the girl was worried about now was how exactly well her adoptive family was known. And... Lin's eyes narrowed and she gave the shady leader a glance over, ...if this teen would ask for more than money.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 15, 2011 22:00:09 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
After a couple minute’s hushed conversation, the scrappy teen leader nods, then picks up a walkie-talkie. It crackles with static for a moment when the boy presses the call button, but then the static is silent. He talks into it, and a few seconds later a tiny redhead appears in the room.
“This’s Amy.” The girl nods. “She’s a teleport. And a mute. She’ll get you where you’re goin’, and you’ll not haf’ta bother being all secretive or nut’in.” The teen holds out his hand. “Now, Rick Freedom. Money.”
Rick silently pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and hands it over. The teen makes a big show of counting it, flipping out every bill and adding it out-loud. When he’s gotten to one hundred and fifty-nine dollars, the stack is completely counted. He grins, showing a couple of gaps in his teeth. “It’s been nice doin’ business with you. Come back any time.”
The Freedom Fighter crosses the room toward Lin and whispers in her ear, “You can talk now. Dealing’s done.” He swings open the door and steps out, holding it open for Lin and Amy, the latter of who steps out without any hesitation.
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Post by Daze on Jul 16, 2011 10:16:07 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Lin huffed and followed the redhead out of the door, nodding slightly to acknowledge Rick's comment-- I'm going to talk when I want to talk, Lin thought snarkily, slightly irritated that he had cut her off like that earlier. But still, Lin probably wouldn't have said anything down there anyways-- and Rick did have experience with these people so, better to trust him on these matters.
But still. The girl didn't like the look of superiority and greed in that teenager's eyes back there. In Lin's own personal experience, greed led to acts unforeseen and of betrayal. Greed fed on itself-- and it was unlikely that 159 dollars were enough to satisfy the look Lin saw in that guy's eyes as Rick pooled around in his pockets for the money. She also didn't like they way that when he talked into that walkie-talkie-- and how low his voice was. Even when Lin strained her ears to hear, it sounded like a bunch of absolute nonsense.
But once again, Lin was probably making something out of nothing. It was her job, after all, to be the paranoid one. Or was that Rick's job? Well, it didn't really matter, because Rick was busy trying to make a fair trade, and dealing with flash-backs about his (most-likely) old home. So Lin followed the red-head silently, still mulling over her thoughts.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 16, 2011 13:56:50 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
don’t you wish it were simple?
Rick lets the door swing shut and leads the way down the hallway, retracing his steps. He turns the corner back onto the main hallway…
…And almost walks straight into the bounty hunter. He swallows loudly. The bounty hunter just grins.
“Did you really think that he would let you get off that easily?” Amy. The ‘mute’ teleport. Is she even a teleport at all? “This man can offer far more than 159. Have a nice time.” The redhead grins and walks away.
Rick’s eyes search desperately for Lin’s. He feigns tripping backward, catching himself on her shoulder with his mouth near her ear. “Run.” he whispers harshly. “I’ll be right behind you. Don’t argue. Just go.”
He straightens up and, in one fluid motion, throws a punch at the bounty hunter’s left ear and a kick to his stomach.
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