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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 3, 2009 4:59:15 GMT -6
[I won't be posting today xD No time ^^ SO feel free to post without me..I'll just have Havoc being late XD)
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 3, 2009 21:09:21 GMT -6
Zolf woke up feeling like he had fuzz in his mouth and sand in his eyes. He grimaced and shuffled off to his bathroom. He took a quick shower and did his daily grooming. He didn't feel like shaving, but decided he'd better. Either that, or be one homely looking female on the road.
He looked at the mess in the bathroom and was relieved Barry wouldn't need to come in here. It must be nice to never have to take a piss, he thought to himself dryly.
Barry looked like he was still in whatever mode a soul in can was when they weren't fully conscious. He saw no tell-tale glow from his eyes. It was only 7:30 AM, so he took some time to sort through all his clothes. He tossed the ones he'd keep into the clothes hamper (which was empty, from lack of use) and bagged and threw away all the rest. At least he got that much done. He swept and mopped the small strip of formica tile floor and filled the cat food and water dishes. He was about to tackle the pile of molding dishes, when he sighed, thinking better of it. He simply bagged them up and threw them away as well. I'll start fresh when I get back from this stupid assignment.
He took a short walk to the deli down the street and got himself a cup of fresh coffee (he was out), and a couple bagels and cream cheese. When he got back, Barry appeared to be stirring. He rapped on his metal skull, "Get up sleeping boy!" he said cheerfully with a chuckle.
[Damn good writing, Barry!]
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Post by amouri on Apr 4, 2009 8:23:40 GMT -6
((sorry, i won't be able to post until monday at the latest Dx Thanks, i luuurve writing ))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 5, 2009 10:46:17 GMT -6
Just a bit past 7AM, Jean found himself buried under his blankets and made quick work out of untangling himself before stumbling into the bathroom. He showered and decided to shave while he was at it. With a smooth chin, wet hair and a towel around his waist, he pattered into his kitchen and made a decent breakfast with a cup of black coffee, settling on a chair by the table.
He had no urge to rush, not only unwilling to return to Kimblee's infestation hole, but not particularly looking forward to today. It was worse that he'd not only need a dress but a damn wig too. He took to staring absent-mindedly at a wall while sipping his coffee, that it wasn't till nearly 8 that he bothered getting dressed. Adorned in his uniform, as it was still a work day, he lit up a cigarette as he stepped out of his house, patting his side to make sure that he had indeed remembered his firearms. He crossed the street and unlocked his car. He had no intention of walking around all day. Especially with the upcoming mission.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 6, 2009 7:46:52 GMT -6
It was still a half hour to go before Havoc was supposed to show up, so he cleaned his bathroom and vacuumed the house. He dusted a few things, cursing as his eyes watered and his nose itched. Damn dust allergies, he thought. No wonder he hated housework. He was allergic to dust, dish soap irritated his hands and cooking was boring womens' work. Hell, it was all womens' work!
That only served to remind of the assignment and he groaned inwardly as the reality of it registered. Traveling as a woman? He'd be lucky to not kill people if they treated him the way women often get treated. He knew he was guilty as every other sexist pig on the planet. "Ah well....Havoc will at least provide some comic relief to distract me." he said quietly as he finished up with his cleaning. He sat and ate his second bagel with cream cheese and waited for the tin man to fully wake up and for Havoc to show up.
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Post by amouri on Apr 6, 2009 11:48:31 GMT -6
The orbs of red, glowing light that served as Barry's eyes appeared and fixed on Kimblee with a reproachful glare. "Sleeping? Pfa! I haven't slept for two years bud. You should consider what condition I'm in before you make such rash statements."
He sighed and got up. "But yeah, I'm up." He noticed that the room seemed to be slightly less messy than yesterday, though of course he had sensed a lot of movement while he was motionless. Though instinctively knowing that he was relatively safe, he hadn't roused himself. If he had still been in laboratory five, he would probably not have been so careless.
It was much easier to move around now that the floor was not as littered with rubbish and dirty clothes as the day before. He sat on the same chair as last night, and quietly observed as Kimblee proceeded to tidy up the rest of the apartment.
He was slightly bored, and longed to chop something. But he would probably have to wait for some time before that need was satisfied. He noticed that Kimblee seemed to find the work extremely tiring, and that his body reacted to the whirling dust in a rather negative way.
Well, thats at least one think to be thankful for. This body is not capable of being irritated. He thought glumly. But what a small price that would be to be able to breathe the fresh air and feel the sun on your skin.
As the alchemist settled to eat, Barry took his mind of another pang of envy, and asked "When will that Havoc guy turn up?"
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 6, 2009 13:44:27 GMT -6
Kimblee simply shrugged indifferently as he finished his bagel. "Who knows? He'll show up when he shows up, I guess." he said, "of course, that don't mean I wont give him a ration of shit if he shows up late. I can't very well let a newly subordinate officer start running rough shod over me now, can I?" he chuckled in a self satisfied way as he brushed the crumbs off his pants onto the floor. He sighed in irritation and proceeded to pick the crumbs up, putting them in an ashtray.
"I really gotta start keeping after this shit." he said, "I don't need roaches invading my 'happy little home'." he remarked dryly, giving the 'quote, unquote' sign with his fingers.
"The sooner he gets here, the sooner we can get the clothes shopping trip of doom out of the way," he added, "and hit the road."
"Oh yeah!" he added with raised eyebrows, mock cheerfulness on his face, "You were such a good boy last night I decided to reward you." He went to the bedroom and fished Barrys' butcher knife out of the uniform jacket he'd been wearing. He tossed it to him. "Now don't make regret I did this, okay?" he finished, giving him a playful warning look. "Oh...and keep it hidden from Havoc for awhile. "I don't need him glancing at you nervously every five seconds. I'll keep an eye on you myself. After all...only a killer really knows how to keep an eye on another killer. You know....sick minds thinking alike and all."
Since there was really nothing better to do besides make small talk while they waited, he asked Barry some questions. It's not every day you met a kindred soul.
"So tell me Barry...do you think you're a sick person because you enjoy killing people?" he was honestly curious to know. Beside himself, he didn't know anyone who got any feeling of joy from destroying lives. Frank didn't count because it was all very impersonal for him. It was all war and tactics. For himself, it was the sheer thrill of the hunt. That and the comforting smell of BBQ.
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Post by amouri on Apr 6, 2009 23:03:19 GMT -6
Barry sniggered at Kimblee's remark. "No, i guess not. But Havoc seems like a good guy, i think he'll turn up on time." The mention of roaches brought back memories of that disastrous time, when he had discovered a small nest of them in the corner of his butcher shop. He had immediately got rid of them at the time, but it had taken some effort to exterminate all of the little buggers. "Yeah, they can be a real pain if you let them settle." His eyes widened in surprise as Kimblee tossed him his knife. He smoothly caught it, and ran his finger up and down it, satisfied that it was still sharp enough to cut the hardened leather of his hands. "Gee, thanks. I may not be needing it for a while, but its always a comfort to have it in any case." At Kimblee's comment he chuckled quietly. "No no, I'll stay put. And as i said before, not much fun in ya anyway. No offense. And Havoc...Well, I'll promise I'll not cause any trouble." He tucked his precious knife under his fur, glad to have it again. Now the question was just when he would have the opportunity to use it. He was distracted by Kimblee's question. "Eh? Oh, well I guess I may as well be regarded as 'sick', though honestly, how can you define 'sick' in my case? How can it be an illness to feel the rush of excitement when cleaving ones victims skull? The intoxicating feeling of having blood on your fingers? The ecstasy of sinking ones knife into somebody's spine? The adrenalin when standing before your kill, knowing that one is powerful enough to take another's life away as easily as killing a bug?" He paused and then laughed out loud. "Well, i guess i can be regarded as 'sick'. Though of course i prefer the term 'psychotic'." He glanced at Kimblee, "How come you enjoy blowing stuff up though? Isn't it much cleaner just to kill with a blade? And in that way you can even study the interesting parts of the human body. I honestly think i must know more than any doctor alive from what I've seen." ((Bleargh, that made me sick. Just so you know, I DO NOT IN ANY WAY ENJOY KILLING OR MURDER OR BLOOD OR ANY OF THE SORT. I BECOME GIDDY JUST AT THE SIGHT OF BLOOD. So don't go thinking I'm some sick little bastard who loves that stuff. I just enjoy writing, thats all.))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 7, 2009 8:35:57 GMT -6
He listened with rapt attention. It was very rare that he actually took anything that anybody said with more than a grain of salt. Most people had nothing to say that he cared to hear or pay a mind to. They were all sheep, lining up to die. And what of people like himself? And Barry? Sure it was loathsome work in the eyes of 'normal' people, but someone had to cull the population, right? Just like herds of sheep! It was downright unfair to be castigated and branded a psycho just because you enjoyed carrying out the work that whatever passed as God, or Nature, if you prefer, designed you for!
"Right!" he answered Barry excitedly, "exactly what I mean! Only the strong survive. The fact that you were caught, imprisoned and sentenced to death, but are still here? And freed from prison? That's proof that the world has recognized you! You don't ask questions, you just do the work that comes naturally to you, as I do!" he grows dark and resentful, as he continues, "and for that, I get thrown in prison. They gave me philosopher stone and free license to kill in that extermination. Death doesn't discriminate. If you're standing close enough? You're fair game, in my eyes. I have a policy: If anyone is strong enough, or clever enough to escape and get 10 yards away from me, I let them go. The world has recognized them and they deserve to live." he leans in closer, as if sharing an intimate confidence, "You know what really chaps my hide? How I'm given orders to carry out my duties in time of war and then I'm punished afterward for doing my job. It's okay to kill in war...but if you enjoy it?....then it's a problem. Hey, the way I see it? If I was terrorized by what I had to do,that would be the injustice. After all...if this is what nature made me for, why shouldn't I enjoy my work? Anything else would be a travesty of justice. Am I right, or am I right?" He gave the coffee table a swift kick, almost knocking it over in his frustration. "I perform a public service to my country...carry out my patriotic duty...but no! God forbid if I actually enjoy my work! I have to be full of remorse and regret to be 'human'. Well that's horse manure! What's inhuman, is having someone carry out that work and then pretend it's a travesty and lock me up like some animal for doing my work...and liking it."
So went his rant...and expression of his skewed logic. Most of his life, from age 4 until now, every good thing that had made him feel safe had been ripped away from him. But dammit! He was still here! As for the ones taken away from him? Too bad, so sad. The world hadn't recognized them, but it had recognized him. Or so it was with the wall of reasons he'd built to hide behind.
"We're killers, Barry. Not murderers. Don't ever forget that. Man was made to hunt and kill. Let the civilized make their lies of diplomacy to excuse their natural impulse." he stood quietly and threw his bagel wrapper in the freshly lined trash can. "And I'm not worried about you having that knife. If you take my life, then the world doesn't recognize me anymore. No biggie." he glances up at Barry playfully. "But don't be thinking I wont be watching you with eyes in the back of my head." he chuckled smugly, satisfied with himself. Crimmy jumped into his lap and he fussed and petted the little furball. "The world recognized you...right Crimmy? Hmmm? Papa's good little monster, yeah..." he crooned to it softly. He loved the furry little beast.
[Yeah, making posts like these can be a bit of a challenge. You gotta kind of slip into the characters head...and find your way back out, intact. It's an interesting experience. Like going down John Malkovitches portal in that Being John Malkovitch movie. XD Cept mine is a Kimblee portal. kekekekeke!]
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Post by amouri on Apr 7, 2009 9:01:04 GMT -6
Barry was impressed by Kimblee's reaction. Of course, Kimblee seemed just as psycho as himself, but since Barry had never met anybody whom actually seemed to understand his motives, he was slightly taken aback.
"Ex-act-ly. Just like the weaker individuals are killed off by disease, or by the stronger individuals. Its the circle of life, it must go on no matter what. And to be honest, this earth could use some cleaning up. Us humans suck on its reserves like leeches, destroying anything that is not of need to us, and not giving a damn with the rest of the population. There is not on spot in this place that hasn't sooner or later felt the change humans bring with them. So why go with all the fussing about killing? We kill millions of other lifeforms every day, without even blinking. But no, as soon as its humans its immediately illegal and wrong. People can be happily gorging themselves with pork while holding a conversation about how wrong it is to kill for personal gain. Wheres the logic in that? It surprises me that this world simply hasn't expelled us from its midst, banishing us forever. Humans need to be held back, otherwise we would destroy everything! So why not have a little fun while carrying out the job?"
He stared with a fevered excitement at the floor, thoughts whirling in his head. He looked up with concealed amusement as Kimblee fussed over the kitten. "How long have you had the lil guy? He can't be much older than a few weeks at the most."
((OK. Barry talking about the circle of life.....O,o There is a little truth in it though. (I'm a vegetarian if you're wondering) Of course not the killing bits though Dx Imagine how Jean would react if he was listening to Barry and Kimblees happy conversation))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 7, 2009 12:17:29 GMT -6
Stubbing out his cigarette, the third one today, he walked into the apartment building, his steps getting slower as he remembered what he was about to walk in on. Shuddering ever so slightly, he raised his fist, having come to a stand still by the door he'd exited from just last night. He could hear voices coming from the other side of the wooden door, both sounding rather excited about something and he doubted it was about the mission. And even less about the preparations for said mission.
Sighing, and wishing he'd had one more cig before coming in, he rapped on the door firmly with a yell "Oi! It's me." Though he honestly had no clue as to who else would come by Kimblee's place, it certainly looked like no one else did, or even would dare to. Glancing at his watch to check the time, he realized that seeing as no time was given for him to arrive, his superior would probably say he's late just to pull his chain. He pepped himself up, not to get wound up by the guy today. He knew it was futile thinking though.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 7, 2009 20:58:42 GMT -6
"Huzzah!" Kimblee said, with arms raised up, mockingly, as if to the heavens, "Someone besides me has seen the fricken' light!" He laughed and slapped his knees. "Yup...I gotta say, Barry. We're lucky this planet hasn't done a quick spin and shaken us all into orbit like the parasites we are." It was great! He only regretted that he hadn't had the chance to pass the boring prison years away with a few talks with this guy. Only a few cells down all that time! Ah well...life had a perverse sense of humor, he knew that.
"I'm surprised you aren't an alchemist, Barry. You seem to grasp one of the most basic concepts like second nature. It is all a cycle. And yet everyone takes it all so personal when their turn comes. That's the problem, Barry. Mankind lacks the humility to recognize our relative position of unimportance in the grand scheme. Guys like you and me?" he smiles wide, knowing eyes glowing feverishly, "we're just their unpleasant reminder. Their little wake up call."
Their talk was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "My my...our boy is only three minutes late." he said. "Doors open!!" he shouted. Truth was, his door always stayed unlocked, unless he was gone. He had nothing of real value, not even his life, to protect. When he was at home, he could protect Crimmy. When he was gone, he locked the door, but only for Crimmys' sake.
"This little guy is actually five months old. He was a weak little thing, so I took him in." he made a shush noise. "But don't go tellin' anyone that. I'd lose points for taking in the weak, you know....and...don't be talkin' to Havoc about this stuff we've been talkin' about. He's not 'initiated' into the way of life, like we are." he cast Barry a sidewise glance. "But let's see how things go." he added, "Maybe this trip will enlighten the old boy..you know...maybe he can be learned in the ways of wisdom." He gave a small, menacing chuckle and resumed petting his kitten.
[God, these guys are so sick. It's almost funny if it weren't so creepy. XD]
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Post by amouri on Apr 8, 2009 3:07:59 GMT -6
Barry chuckled. "Nice to have somebody who thinks the same way. And to be honest, I've never really considered learning alchemy. Was no use to me when i was human, so i never tried it. Though i could try giving it a shot one of these days if I've got time."
His head jerked up at the sudden sound from the door. About time. He thought. He sighed and leaned back, the remnants of the conversation still swirling in his mind. How pathetic we humans are, come to think of it.
He glanced at Kimblee and the kitten again. "No no, i won't tell. And it doesn't matter if he were weak, for if life gives you an opportunity to go on, nobody should blame one for that. Luck plays just as an important part as strength. Even the most hardened individuals could suddenly be killed by a mere chance. Its to grasp this life and do what you can, while you can, that matters."
((Exactly ;D I bet they're thinking they're really smart and wise. The twisted logic of theirs can be quite entertaining.))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 8, 2009 4:53:40 GMT -6
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 8, 2009 14:11:31 GMT -6
Jean had the small shameful idea to run off before the door was answered. He didn't know what he'd do if he did though. After all, it would be considered desertion. And that was equal to a life time in prison. Which was great, if half the people in there hadn't be caught by you or someone you hail to. At the yell, he placed a hand on the metal doorknob, taking a deep breathe as he prepared himself for Kimblee's place. He pushed open the door and blinked. Not once in his life had he expected to use the words 'Kimblee' and 'not bad' in one sentence and it not be anything negative. The place was quite tidy, compared to last night anyway.
The blonde saw a few things here and there, yet figured it best not to press the matter, the alchemist had apparently tried. "Tidy up? Nice." He commented, taking up a seat near the other two "Morning, by the way." With the expressions, not that he could tell with Barry, he got the idea they had been talking about something they weren't willing to share with him. As long as it wasn't his death writ, he was fine with it. "I'm a bit late as I had to tank." He doubted his casual explanation would matter much either way.
[You could have always just dragged Jean in xD]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 8, 2009 14:42:35 GMT -6
"Why thanks," he said, "It's mighty nice of you to notice." He figured they might as well just go get the shopping over with, so he decided to bypass chit chat. "Oh...and we'll forget you're three minutes late. After all...you did say nine-ish and that basically means give or take a minute or three."
He was surprised Havoc owned an automobile. Cars around Amestris weren't just flying around all willy and nilly. Only the most affluent or higher ranking officers could afford a car. Even he didn't have one. But then again, with a new promotion, that might change. "You have a car, huh? Well let's not waste time. Off to the lady's wear department!" he laughed and ruffled Havocs hair. It was hard not to, considering the little bushel that stuck out up front. It was just begging to be ruffled.
[Don't be surprised if Kimblee torments Havoc with Indian burns and noogies the whole mission. XD]
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Post by amouri on Apr 8, 2009 15:48:33 GMT -6
Barry nodded in a silent greeting to Havoc. He noticed Havocs questioning look, but chose not to reveal any of the former conversation. Probably ain't that smart, seeing as he doesn't trust me so much anyway.
He shifted uncomfortably at Kimblee's outburst. "Er...Am I coming with? Wouldn't I attract too much attention? After all, it isn't every day you see an armour like this, less likely one that is occupied. Isn't it a little risky?"
He hated to admit it, but it would probably cause a lot of trouble. Come to think of it, he would probably not escape attention entirely at the upcoming mission either. Only complete idiots would ignore a massive antique armour with a skull helmet and a meat knife. And even if he hid his knife, it would look suspicious if a bodyguard had no way of protecting those he was hired to.
He chose not to voice his concern though. What if they realized that he may not be of any use to them? Of course, if that was the case he would have to deal with them. Havoc he could probably easily kill, but Kimblee was a harder nut to crack. And what if they attacked first? Maybe they had not actually needed him in the first place, but just coaxed him into following them, so they could finish him off later? He nearly shuddered at the thought. And as the idiot I am, I even revealed the location of my blood seal!
But no, they wouldn't kill him off so easily if that was the case. He stiffened slightly, prepared for any onslaught. But still, it would be rather strange to kill them just after meeting them. Especially Kimblee, only guy I've met who thinks that way. Well, as he said, the strong, the intelligent and the lucky get the best chances in this world.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 8, 2009 22:10:02 GMT -6
Zolf crossed his arms and sighed impatiently at Barry. "Oh come now! Don't wuss out on us."
He wasn't positive what had Barry so jumpy and spooked, but he had a guess. "Hey...if you're worried about anyone asking questions, just let me handle it. And don't forget. No one knows you exist, except a handful of people in lab 5! You're just a ghost story...a figment of imagination, capice? Probably the only people that know about you are Archer and Tucker. And Archer is in Lior. And Tucker? Well who cares about him? He's just an abomination who's not gonna leave that lab, much less run his mouth." he shook his head as he headed for the door.
"Honestly! The FullMetal squirt runs around with a tin can brother too and no one asks questions about him. Not anyone that counts at any rate. Relax....it's all under control. Just sit in the car and wait if you want. Or in the trunk! You don't need air, right? Put a sock in it and let's roll."
[God, Zolf is such a chode! XD]
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Post by amouri on Apr 9, 2009 2:17:32 GMT -6
Barry was slightly relieved, but he still kept his guard up. "Ok ok, but you can't blame me for being concerned. It's in my nature to stay-well, at least out of most peoples sight. It only makes it worse that I've got this thing on now." He slapped the front of his armour to show what it was he meant, and a hollow ringing sound sounded through the room. "Oh, yeah, that kid Alphonse can escape attention easily enough. But wouldn't you agree with me when i say that i look a wee bit more intimidating than him? Skull helmets aren't exactly the trend for armour, and whats worse is that it is actually possible to see into my helmet, and notice there is nothing there." He sighed. "But yeah, fine, i guess i could stay in the car. Though seeing as I'm not quite sure about the size of the trunk, I'd rather not risk getting stuck and attracting even more attention." He got up with a creak and a rustle, and followed them out of the flat, making sure to hold out his leg when closing the door so the kitten didn't escape. ((Erm...Do you mind me asking what a chode is ? Some words escape me entirely Dx))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 9, 2009 7:52:27 GMT -6
[it's supposed to be that place between a guys back door and his nut sac. XD. Basically, it's just another colorful metaphor for an asshole Sorry you asked? 0:-) )
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