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Post by amouri on Apr 9, 2009 9:19:44 GMT -6
((OKAAAAY.....o.O I was defiantly not expecting THAT. xD Poor innocent mind of mine. Wakey wakey Havoc, its posting time!))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 9, 2009 13:12:33 GMT -6
Jean would have frowned, having to stand up after only just sitting down, if he hadn't just woken up. He had enough energy, though with the way Kimblee was going, the ruffling did make him frown, he wasn't sure he'd make it past the late afternoon. "It was issued by the State." That was all he was saying. If he said that that was only due to Mustang using his slick words, just because the raven-haired officer didn't like wlaking everywhere, he would instantly be presumed as the officer's chauffeur. Not something he'd want Kimblee to learn of, knowing he'd never hear the end of it.
"You should fit, it's a decent size." He glanced at Barry sceptically, sizing him up as he walked out the apartment "And if any says anything, just talk with a thick accent and they'll think the skull and fur are some cultural thing." He shrugged merely, lighting up a cig. Knowing better now, he offered his pack to his superior, coming to a stop near his shiny vehicle.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 9, 2009 15:17:58 GMT -6
He raised his brow at the offered pack. What did he think? That he was going to ration them out when he thought it was okay to smoke? He smirked. Fine by me, he thought, let him think it all he wants. He removed on of the smokes, lit it and let out a long drag. He grinned at Havoc and stuffed the pack in his own pocket. The poor guy. He really was a good sort of lad. How did he have the misfortune of ending up as part of this scrappy trio?
He sat up front with Havoc and pointed out directions through the seedy side streets until they pulled up to a shop. 'Madam Medusa's Pawn Shop Boutique'. He knew the proprietor. A real dragon of a woman with flame red hair, a humongous build and a sharp tongue. Even he was a bit scared of her. He'd been in the establishment numerous times, pawning his State pocket watch for purposes of his own till he could get the cash to bail it out. It was also a consignment shop with various clothes and items for sale.
"Alright, let's get this over with. And don't look at the owner the wrong way...or say anything dumb. She's a real nightmare. But I'm thinkin' she'll cut us a fair deal."
He climbed out of the car and walked through the door, making a cowbell ring. He held the door open for Havoc.
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Post by amouri on Apr 10, 2009 2:34:53 GMT -6
Barry looked critically at the trunk of the car. I don't care what he says. I'm NOT gonna risk getting stuck again.So he instead he crawled in on the back seat of the car, glad that his presence was relatively hard to see from outside. As they drove through the waking city, he saw the different variations of everyday life taking place, through the window of the car. A guy sweeping the streets, a beggar leaning against a wall, a bustling cafe, all dotted with the various customers or owners that slowly went on with their business, ignoring anything else. He shifted slightly, so he had a better view. He was able to look up into the full glare of the morning sun for the first time in two years, and was astonished by how clearly he could see it. Hm, well my eyes can't water or sting, so i should have known that it would not be harmful to look at it closely.He leaned back, for even if the first sunlight in years brought him some joy, he was a creature of shadows, never meant to be out in the light. A surprise attack could not be done in the light of the sun. So he would always be the one hiding in the darkness, waiting for an unsuspecting victim... As the car stopped with a low grumble, he looked curiously at the small, and relatively dark shop. No activity was going on behind its dusty windows, so after hesitating slightly, he clambered out of the car and quickly joined up with Havoc and Kimblee. "Ok, I've decided I'll come with anyway. Just don't expect me to be leading any conversations, I'm not very gifted with social skills." He held open the door, and followed them into the dark and musty shop. ((ZOMG ITS MADAM MEDUSA!!! xD From Bernard And Bianca or The Rescuers or whatever its called. Oooh, somebody out there likes Disney films! (Well, who doesn't?) xD Oh, by the way, I'm gonna be randomly changing my sig to check which one of my pictures i like the best, so don't be confused. ))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 10, 2009 11:49:19 GMT -6
Jean was about to take the pack back, as Kimblee pulled out a cig, his fingers left to twitch in mid-air as the aforementioned man smartly pocketed it. "Oi, I paid for that you know." He growled slightly, pretty much aware that he was being ignored. Hell, he wondered why he even bothered.
Rather glad that no one had claimed being the driver, he slid in behind the steering wheel, waited for Barry to squish himself in onto the back seat and took off with a decent speed. Following directions from Kimblee, puffing out smoke every now and then, he eventually pulled up to a shady looking shop, the sign causing him to pasue momentarily as he got out of his car. And that name, Madame Medusa... "I think I've met her before.." He scratched his chin in thought, throwing the burning remainder of his cigarette to the floor and stamping it out with the heel of his boot.
He really got an odd feeling as he entered the store, yet he couldn't quite place it.
[Change away xD I should really think about redoing mine. But I like it as it is anyway..plus it's too troublesome >.>]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 13, 2009 1:20:11 GMT -6
[I'll work on my reply tomorrow. Been busy all weekend and tired today]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 13, 2009 13:56:29 GMT -6
"What?" he asked Havoc, "you actually know this woman? Wow, I had no idea you slummed in the dirt with the rest of us dogs." he chuckled at Havoc and lit another of his cigarettes, then passed the pack back to him.
For some reason, Barry didn't seem out of place in the joint at all. He fit in quite well with all the other knick knacks, odds and ends, and other various strange things. Why, if he stood in a corner, someone might actually think he was for sale!
"Zolfie!" came the heavy handed greeting from behind the counter, "come to drop of the pocket watch again?" she asked, with a bit of eager greed in her eyes. She was lying in wait for the time when he'd not have enough money to pay off his loan and interest. Then it would be hers!
"Nope...I need two dresses." he said as he rummaged through a rack of ladies garments. He pulled a green one out and looked it over dubiously. "Say...my sister," he continued, "she's about my size. Same eyes and hair. Would this look decent?" he tried to look casual about it, and she gave him a ¬__¬ face. She strolled around the counter, snatched the dress and held it up against his body, nodding and taking mental measurements. "Mm hmm." she said. "I have no idea what this is all about, and it's none of my business. But this dress will work fine for you. Good color for you." her eyes glimmered with amusement and Zolf blushed furiously.
"Is it really that obvious?" he asked plaintively.
She ignored his question and walked to a bin of underclothes. She looked over several bras and tossed one at him. "That should be about the right size. Just stuff 'em with toilet paper, cotton balls, or water balloons for all I care." she gave a raucous laugh when she saw Zolf's indignant expression. "And you simply must let me give you a makeover. How delightful!" she giggled.
Zolf blushed furiously and glanced over to Havoc. "You're next, you know." He returned his attention to Ms. Medusa and asked, with a devilish glance at Jean, "Got anything suitable for this little daisy?" he snickered.
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Post by amouri on Apr 13, 2009 23:22:56 GMT -6
Barry twitched violently and yelped in surprise as the red-haired woman behind the counter gave a loud greeting. He had been too caught up in looking at the various wares that he hadn't seen her, in the shadows of the dingy shop.
He sighed in relief. I've gotta stop being so spooked at everything. He thought slightly irritated. But his instincts had been sharpened beyond reason from living in lab five. It was never as safe as it looked, seeing as through time, quite a few experiments had managed to escape from their cages. Him and old Slicer had learned that the hard way.
His attention wandered from the conversation held before him, and he gazed curiously at the many trinkets and items that were littered everywhere.
((YAY MEDUSA'S SELLING BARRYS!!! I'm gonna buy one so he can stop my lil bro from sneakin in my room 83))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 14, 2009 11:33:16 GMT -6
Jean took the cigarette with a mumbled thanks, at least the man was keeping them all to himself. "Yup. I needed to buy a few things for a covert op." He scratched his cheek at the memory of having to impersonate Mustang and the hardship they all went through trying to find a store that would not be likely to have many visitors from the State.
As the red haired woman removed herself from the shadows, acting rather friendly with Kimblee, or should he say Zolfie. He couldn't help but smirk as the woman saw through his ploy. This little trip also told him a bit more about the Alchemist, after all, didn't most consider their watch to be something of utmost importance? Yet Kimblee had actually pawned it, so he either didn't care, or he was that certain he'd get it back.
Holding in a snicker at as a bra was tossed at his superior, the look on the man's face as she threatened to do his make-up, it was almost too much. But of course, it was also too good to be true and he found himself being pulled into the conversation. Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he gave a meek 'Hi.' before jabbing a thumb at a light blue dress. It was simple and had no decorations or anything on it. " How about that one?" He pretty much prayed it would be good and that the people in this room was as far as Medusa's knowledge of the military went. He couldn't really imagine the embarrassment he'd feel if news got around about him and Kimblee playing dress up.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 14, 2009 18:26:36 GMT -6
Zolf chuckled at Barry's yelp. Such a funny reaction from the humongous armored serial killer. He rapped his knuckles on his metal chest plate. "Don't worry, good buddy. She's not half as dangerous as she looks. In fact, she's twice as dangerous as she looks!" he tossed a playful wink at her and laughed.
She raised her hands in mock-offense, "Honestly Zolf! You hurt me so! I am as genteel a lady as ever walked Central." she laughed, fit to bust a gut, grabbing her gut as she bent forward with laughter.
He turned to Havoc, mouth agape with incredulity. "Mr. Potato Head.....MR. POTATO HEAD!" he snapped, "And just what part of covert don't you understand about covert ops? Sheesh!" he shook his head in disbelief. Was he daft? He wrapped his arm tightly around the back of Havocs neck and gave him vicious noogies with his knuckles."Say uncle! Say it!" he snickered and grinned. Such a display was actually a sign of affection. He liked Havoc. How could he not? The guy took himself too seriously sometimes, which made him a great target for teasing. And he was a simple and unpretentious sort of fellow. If Zolf didn't like a person, he simply ignored them, gave them curt replies and if you annoyed him badly enough...BOOM!...providing he could get away with it.
He raised a finger to the huge woman, "Not... a single word of this gets out, right?" he said. She innocently zipped her fingers across her lips, eyes raised to the ceiling with an angelic look.
She walked over and snapped the pale blue dress off the rack and held it up against Jeans chest. Giving a couple affirmative nods, she grabbed his hand and bade him sit on a bar stool at the counter. She rummaged through a bin of ladies frou frou potions, makeup and other items, and pulled out a blond wig. She placed it on his head, adjusting it just so and stood back to admire her work. It was shoulder length and fell in waves. she tucked a few unruly strands of the straw colored bangs under the wig cap. After that, she applied a bit of pale rose blush on his cheeks, brushed a few strokes of mascara on his lashes, and dabbed a demure shade of rose lip color on his mouth. "There now!" she said, standing back to admire her handiwork, "You have such innocent and round blue eyes! You don't need hardly any makeup at all to pull it off." She turned to Zolf and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "You, on the other hand," she continued, "You're a bit hard looking. Kinda mean, if you get my drift. You'll need a bit more work to make you look like some semblance of a proper lady."
Zolf groaned indignantly as she came around the counter and made him sit his arse on a stool. Meanwhile, she was calculating in her mind what she should try to sell the man in the armor. Surely he'd need something she could sell. She considered her day a failure if every single person who entered her shop didn't walk out with at least one purchase.
There were display cases showcasing hocked diamond rings, wedding band sets pawned off by those unlucky in love, or unlucky in finances. There were racks of guns against the wall, musical instruments of all varieties; stringed, winds, xylophones, castanets and tambourines. And there were rows upon rows of hunting knifes, (switchblades and illegal forms of automatic and semi-automatic weapons could be had if you knew how to ask the right questions.) There was one particular item that stood out in it's own light. A rare set of Xing-esse cooking knives, butcher knives and cutlery. The prize of the set was a huge cleaver that gleamed and taunted from underneath the display. I had a nicely polished sandalwood handle with oriental symbols and letters carved into it.
[Oh mah God! I wish I could drag her along the mission. She would be hilarious to have along...somehow XD]
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Post by amouri on Apr 15, 2009 10:34:27 GMT -6
((xD I fell off my chair LOL'ing when i read the highly detailed part about Medusa's exquisite selection of knives. Barry is probably like this: *w* xD I think i get the hint.)) Barry shrugged Kimblee off in an irritated way. He didn't feel comfortable around this woman, and it wasn't very nice of Kimblee to take advantage of that to tease him. After all, how can you not be intimidated by such a creature?He winced nervously as she broke into raucous laughter. Geez, I've got to pull myself together or I'm gonna end up a gibbering wreck by the time we're finished.He thought angrily to himself. He lightened up a bit as the woman turned to Havoc, and as she began giving him a makeover, he couldn't help but think that she reminded him of a shark, baring her teeth in an unconvincing smile while luring in her unfortunate prey. The look on Havocs face was priceless though, and he barely controlled his mirth as she put the finishing touches on the unfortunate fellow. Though of course, he wasn't quite sure how much of his amusement was obvious, seeing as his eyes were the only reliable thing to display his current mood in. He noticed the way the woman was glancing at him, and avoided her gaze uneasily. He knew that look, and that many probably had fallen victim to it, being forced to walk out of the shop with considerably lighter purses than before. But what did she expect him to buy? Of course, she wasn't aware of his current state, but still. Objects of that kind had ceased to have any value to him since he had been reduced to being nothing but a soul. As long as he had a way of defending himself, nothing mattered. He did not need food, he did not need sleep, he did not need bangles or trinkets, not that he wanted them anyway. Clothes were of no value, in fact, he only wore the shaggy fur he was clad in at the moment out of pure habit. And he had a feeling he wouldn't feel quite comfortable without it, seeing as it was a part of his armour, which basically was his body. He had no home, so why buy pictures or furniture to make it more comfortable? In fact, come to think of it, nothing seemed to have any value to him anymore. He pondered on that. What was it that kept humans going through life, what kept them pursuing their goals and wishes? Well, family for one. The feeling of togetherness, the feeling of love. Well, he had never really had that, even before he had become this thing he had never had a friend, or even a companion. money was the other thing. With money anything could be gained, but that also had ceased to mean anything to him. What did he have in the end, that kept him alive? Apart from the burning instincts that every living creature possesses? Well, it was obvious really. Killing. He shrugged of the thought of only having one single thing in life that kept him going. But nevertheless, it was there. Could he really consider himself human, now that every human trait had been torn away from him...? He quickly set his mind on other things. I refuse to think more about it. Doesn't matter what i am, as long as I'm still alive and doing whatever i want to do.He thought viciously to himself. To put his mind on other things, he continued to investigate the various items that were for sale. He noticed to his surprise the many weapons that were on display, wondering if there wasn't some law against selling tools of that kind. The thing that immediately attracted his attention, was the huge knife on display. Though cleavers were in sense rather crude weapons, somebody had been skilled enough to make such a tool look elegant in an amazing way. Fine craftsmanship, he thought to himself, probably some ritual weapon.Of course he was quite attached to his trusted cleaver, but this beauty made it look like a blunt penknife in comparison. The impressive weapon seemed to big for an average human to wield it easily, which confirmed his suspicions that it was most likely to be a ritual weapon. probably never meant for battle. but still his experienced eyes showed him that it was strong enough to withstand most pressure, and probably sharp enough to cut through bone as easily as butter. It truly was an amazing item. He immediately pushed all thoughts of purchasing it out of his head though. He had no money whatsoever, and why would he need another knife when he already had an excellent one? Would be a waste. And she probably ain't meant to kill anyway. Nope, better hang on to the one I've got for now.(( poor Barry if that ever happened. He's already creeped out as it is. >.< just realized how long my post is. SORRY!!! I'll try to write shorter next time ))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 15, 2009 11:08:00 GMT -6
[Probably won't be posting till tomorrow, sorry ^^;]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 15, 2009 21:08:28 GMT -6
Zolf fidgeted on the bar stool, looking miserable as she prattled on, mostly to herself over eye shadow colors, eyeliners, and other mysterious womanly things. He hated it. He hated being 'initiated' into this horrid little club of female witchery and glam.
"Is this really necessary?" he complained as he flinched from the mascara brush. It smeared under his eye as he blinked. She gave him a slap on the cheek and grabbed his chin. "Oh for heaven's sake, be still!" she barked at him sharply. She dabbed a bit of tissue on her tongue and wiped the smear away as if he were a small child with a bit of spaghetti sauce on his face. His shoulders slumped in misery and defeat.
"Now!" she said, "this pretty shade of moss green will do wonders for those gorgeous hazel eyes." She swept the makeup over his eyes, adding a touch of pale beige over the brow bone. She penciled in a bit of dark brown liner at the edges of his eyes, giving a touch of 'exotic' to them. She finished off with a light dusting of terra cotta across his cheeks and a matching color on his lips. She laughed at his hateful glare and sprayed him with a mist of perfume to rub it in. He waved his hands in disgust and tried wiping the smell off with the hem of his tank top, cursing at her.
"My my! And it was so fun for you to laugh at your good-natured, and far better behaved partner-in-crime!" she mocked, referring of course, to Havoc. She hummed as she came around the counter and wrapped his long hair in a green scrunchy band with a satin bow. He growled and ripped it out of his hair.
"Enough is enough, and too much is too much!" he protested. She only laughed and called out. "Penny, dear!" A little girl, about five years old with red hair and freckles approached timidly. "Go get auntie some more bags, please?" she asked in her saccharine-sweet voice. The little girl skipped off with her little tattered bear and returned shortly with a bundle of plastic bags. She handed them to 'auntie' and approached Zolf bashfully. She held up her arms to be picked up, and he hefted her onto his lap. He reached into his pocket and fished around for a bit. He pulled it out and opened his palm, showing nothing but the tattooed array. "Aww...sorry, sugar lump. I got nothin' today. Oh wait!...." he said, as he reached behind her ear, "I do have something after all!" He chuckled and revealed a miniature chocolate, which she accepted with beaming eyes. "Yer funny, Solf!" she giggled. He put her on the floor and gave her head a soft push. "Okay, beat it rug muffin." She retreated to the back of the store, unwrapping her candy as she went.
The sly old hag tossed all the make up items into a bag, along with a few things they hadn't asked for. She unceremoniously scrunched up the dresses and shoved them into another bag. Zolf noticed Barry staring with what may have been a wistful gaze at the oriental knife set.
"Say..." he asked, "can you piece that set out?"
"Well, let's see now," she pondered as she rubbed her chin, "No. Sorry, it's a very rare set and I simply can't part it out like a junk car."
"Oh, come ON!" he countered, not to be fobbed off so easily. He knew the woman liked to haggle. "You could probably keep this store afloat with the interest on my pocket watch alone! You owe me one!"
"Well all right!" she answered in exasperation. She slid open the display case and removed the cleaver he'd pointed to. she wrapped it in tissue paper and placed it in a box and shoved it toward him. "But I'm charging you 50 percent more than it's book value" He simply waved her off and opened his wallet, fishing around for some bills. He slapped the money on the counter with a disgruntled look. He wasn't really upset, it was just part of the whole show when he came into her shop. Same lines every visit.
"You're a mean, shitty old woman you know that, right?" he said to her as she snatched the cash greedily and began counting it.
"Yes, yes." she answered with a careless wave of her hand, "You tell me every time you come here, Prince Charming."
They traded insults a few more minutes and then they finally left the shop. Zolf let out a relieved sigh as he slumped down in the car seat. "That woman is exhausting!" he exclaimed. He figured he'd give Barry the knife when Havoc wasn't around, but surely the tin guy had to know it was meant for him. It had cost him a King's ransom, but apparently all the money he'd had in the bank had accrued a handsome bit of interest while he rotted in jail waiting to die. In fact, he'd hocked his pocket watch when he first hit the streets, unaware of the handsome balance in his account. At this rate, it wouldn't last long. He pitied married men.
[No worries. I enjoy long posties.^__^ As you can see, I like writing long ones myself. XD]
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Post by amouri on Apr 15, 2009 23:52:31 GMT -6
((xD Daaaaw hadn't expected Penny being there.)) Barry couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as Zolf was the next one in line. Even though she intimidated him, he couldn't help but be impressed at the improvement on the alchemist while this woman was 'fixing him up'. He knew how troublesome it could be to lay make-up, seeing as he had tried and failed at it a few years ago, when he had chosen to disguise himself as a woman. It had turned out a complete failure, and he had had the feeling that he would be more likely arrested if he went out in that state, than if he just dropped the disguise. So, he had had no choice but to go for the 'natural' look, and hope it had been sufficient enough. He glanced at the small girl whom had just appeared behind the counter, clutching her teddy bear. She seemed slightly bashful, but that look quickly disappeared as she was hoisted up on Kimblee's lap. He would have smiled at the expression on her face when she received the treat, but he couldn't, so, he didn't. His head jerked up in surprise as he heard Kimblee haggling with the woman about the knife. What is he buying that for? he thought incredulously. He wasn't quite sure if Zolf was buying it for personal reasons, or if he had actually considered buying it for Barry. He hadn't realized that his longing had been so obvious. Well-I guess it would be wrong of me not to accept it, but...Aw dang it, i won't be like some little kid that needs to be spoilt to be kept under control! I'll just forget all about it, and if he gives it to me later I'll just assume its because of the mission. And if he doesen't...Well, thats just one more worry out of the world.He regained his posture, and made sure to avoid looking at the knobbly package that now held the impressive cleaver. With a sigh of relief, he exited the shop behind Kimblee. Glad to be outta there. he thought to himself. He daren't admit it, but that woman had probably been one of the only ones to have intimidated him- and survived. He normally got rid of his fears before they got rid of him. But not this time, it seemed. With a heave and a rustle he got into the back seat and flopped down with a clang. At Kimblee's remark he nodded slightly in agreement. "Yeah, that she sure is." He said weakly. ((Just had to make sure, seeing as I've noticed i can speed through a post like that in no time, but I have also noticed that other people seem to find them tiring and hard to read. which makes no sense to me whatsoever.))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 16, 2009 0:38:22 GMT -6
[Well, I hope mine aren't tiring to read. I just start typing and the next thing I know, I'm right there in the story, losing track of my own self-awareness. Kind of a nice feeling...not so sure how nice it is for others. I can't see why anyone would find your posts tiring and hard to read! I love reading Barry's dialogue and inner dialogue. I'm a big fan of the inner lives of characters on paper/screen. It gives them dimension in the eyes of the reader. At least that's what I aim for when I portray Kimblee. I try to write him as being this viciously insensitive ass crack with a chip on his shoulder and well-hidden vulnerabilities and lonliness. I guess it's just a habit I picked up from reading so many Stephen King books. His characters inner dialogue more than any writer I've read. XD
That is...not to say I even compare myself to the master of suspense... >.> <.< ]]
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Post by amouri on Apr 16, 2009 1:47:07 GMT -6
((Daaw, you flatter me ^_^" I also have that habit of just getting lost in writing. And with Barry, i may be screwing up his original personality slightly, cus I've invented my own reasons for why he is as he is. Episode 8 creeped me so much out that i coulden't think of Barry without wondering "That can't be him! He's completely diffrent!" So I've figured out that Barry killed his wife, panicked at his actions, and then the only way he thought he could stop himself from going mad with guilt was if he continued killing. It quickly developed an evil cycle, every time he kills he feels split between guilt and telling himself that he loves to kill. Then when he becomes armour it just makes everything worse, and he clings on to the feeble belief that as long as he keeps on killing, his existence won't be doubted. I think deep down he considers himself as nothing more than an animal, but doing so just worsens his anger, and he lets it out by slaughtering poor innocents. I've never reckoned Barry as an evil person, simply misunderstood. Heck, come to think of it i seem to feel sorry for ALL bad guys i tend to run into ¤_¤" I just won't accept them being evil. Dack, here i go again with the long writing xD))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 16, 2009 15:11:28 GMT -6
Struggling slightly in the grasp of the lanky man, Jean was somewhat glad that the woman had interrupted what could only be considered as either bullying or bonding. He didn't care to look deeper behind the reasons as either would most likely send a chill up his spine. Jean Havoc was not one to take bullying, his younger days filled with him making the dim-witted fools repent their actions. Bonding, though seemingly the lesser of two evils, was absolutely not on his priority list when it concerned Zolf Kimblee. For all he knew, the guy could be a swell bloke that was really just misunderstood. But the fact that the man was a killer and usually riding along with someone very much against his own, or rather Mustang's, ideals, was something that put him in the wrong crowd to hang out with. It should just be that the blonde's current squad consisted of not one but to trialled, somewhat anyway, felons, one having actually been sent to death. He really did find his current situation to be ironic. And the fact that a woman who would sell your liver to a stranger was currently making some final touches to a wig on his head, that had a rather irritable itch, really didn't help his mental state. "Is this reall-"He made to protest, to at least show he still had some pride of being a man, yet talking and lipstick didn't seem to be so compatible, so he kept quiet till he was released from woman's clutch, managing a "Thanks." for the compliment. He willingly stood and watched as Kimblee underwent a much harsher version of the make-over, wincing a few times at what he considered inhuman torture, or what was more commonly known as mascara and eye-liner. Raising an eye as a small girl came to the woman's call, he couldn't help but crack a smile at her interaction with the felon of a superior he had. It was quite different and rather unexpected, yet he didn't press the matter as he figured the man would like to keep everything that happened here, here. He sure as hell would. Feeling that Kimblee had suffered enough for now, Jean stepped forward and began to collect bags as the words 'piece' and 'set' drifted towards him. His mind still set on their mission, he somehow linked Kimblee's request to be something about dresses and didn't question it as he walked out, leaving the man to pay. It wasn't that he was being cheap, but he'd already pulled out cash. And besides, they could easily declare these items at the Finance department after this mission was over and get the money back. Having only just closed the trunk as the other two exited the store, he unlocked his car and got in, letting out a sigh of relief. "She be a dangerous woman to cross if she was military, I tell you that." He chuckled lightly, having felt the need to add his two pence to the conversation, pulling out of the parking spot and onto the road. With one hand on the wheel, he went to scratch his head, realizing that the still had that damned wig on. He pulled on off, tossing it to the back seat before running a hand through his hair "Damn that thing is horrid."He complained, noticing that his head felt somewhat lighter. This would prove to be a troublesome mission. "So where to now?" He cast a side glance to Zolf as he stopped at an intersection. If it hadn't been a weekday and at an unlikely time, he may have been holding up traffic, however, at this moment there was barely even any people on the streets. Though he somewhat deduced that to also having something to do with the part of town there were in. [I'm gone for a day and you guys start a full blown conversation? Tsk, what am I to do with you two.. ]
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Post by amouri on Apr 16, 2009 23:21:32 GMT -6
((We can't help it xD Pwease forgive us ))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 17, 2009 15:56:15 GMT -6
The ride was a bit awkward and he shielded his face, trying to make it appear as though he were thinking as they rode. He didn't want anyone to see them in drag, at least not until they were on the train out. He caught a glance of himself in the rear view mirror and groaned, sliding down further in his seat.
"Just drop me off at my place so I can pack my shit." he answered. "Then meet me back after you pack your own stuff. I'll phone for some train tickets."
He extended an invitation to Barry, to come in if he felt like it. And he was definitely getting them a private car on the train. This was too humiliating.
[not finished. got to come back later uhhhh...woops? sorry, i forgot to change that]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 17, 2009 19:39:14 GMT -6
[Hurray for off topic conversations!]
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