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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 24, 2009 14:51:21 GMT -6
[here we can do the train ride]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 24, 2009 15:01:42 GMT -6
He could tell that Havoc was pretty much reaching the end of his rope with his shenanigans, so he decided to lay off the guy.
"Yeah, I reserved 'em while you were packing." he answered, all business now.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 27, 2009 8:22:17 GMT -6
[That's all folks! Short post this time. Barry also has no reply at this time. You're up, Havoc ^__^]
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Post by aspiredeathe on Apr 27, 2009 13:16:31 GMT -6
Jean pulled up at the station with a nod "Alright." He didn't want to say thanks, that would let on that he had expected less from the man.
"Let's go." He climbed out of the car and opened the door for Barry, as he seemed to have trouble getting in and out, before grabbing his bags and a bolt of silk.
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Post by amouri on Apr 27, 2009 13:27:54 GMT -6
Barry somehow wriggled himself out of the car. He never ceased to be irritated at the troubles his larger-than-normal body always gave him. He sighed and stood on the platform, glancing at the rolls of silk in the lieutenants arms. "I could easily carry those ya know, no use in you tiring yourself out when I can lug them around without getting exhausted." He offered. He still wasn't quite sure why he hadn't chopped Havoc up the second he had the chance, but he reckoned it had been a long time since he had last been in human company, and he kinda liked it. ((xD sry I just couldn't think of anything to write. By the way, in case you haven't noticed, I've posted the first two chapters of my fanfic!!! YAAAAY  Its my first fanfic EVAR, and its about what really happened at Lab five, and who the other armored guardians were (yes, I decided there had to be more than Barry and Slicer :3) Its posted on this site, and its called Bound by Blood.)) |
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 28, 2009 14:26:54 GMT -6
[I'll prolly write tomorrow, maybe later this evening. I don't feel well]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Apr 29, 2009 20:41:52 GMT -6
Leaving Havoc and Barry to deal with the silk, he carried his light luggage into the station. He approached a ticket agent with his reservations, giving his altered name.
"Reservations for Jay Kimbel, John Hancock and Bartholomew von Munchausen." He had to bite down to keep from laughing, but shot a grin to the other two. Yup, he thought, Just another case of Zolf taking things too far.
After paying for the tickets, he picked up his small suitcases and went to a small gift shop. "You're joking, right?" he asked the clerk behind the counter when he heard how much a carton of cigarettes cost.
"It's a train station, not a dollar store. What were you expecting?" the young man retorted. I've killed for less than that! This guy has no idea who he's dealing with! He resisted the urge to argue or glare at him dangerously like he did with most people. He didn't want anyone remembering him, or recalling any incidents that would have jogged memories if inquired into. He simply muttered under his breath and paid. He snatched the carton and went to sit on the nasty and hard wooden benches to wait.
He opened a pack of cigarettes, shook one out and lit it. He held out the pack to Havoc, "Want one? I can't have you thinkin' I'm a total freeloader."
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Post by amouri on Apr 30, 2009 7:19:36 GMT -6
((I'm gonna wait for Havoc to post OwO seems the most optional choice at the time))
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on Apr 30, 2009 12:42:12 GMT -6
Ooc; I am, Wrath. May I join?
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Post by amouri on Apr 30, 2009 13:40:02 GMT -6
((YAYZ YOURE BACK!!! You've been gone lyke forEVAR man! Hm, for my sake yeah. But you should wait and see what havoc and Kimblee says. Oh, and I think the original Wrath is back ._." but he only comes on in weekends.))
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Greed
Sergeant Major
poisonlove
"Tell me... How many knuckles did you break..? Three, or four?" - Greed.
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Post by Greed on May 1, 2009 8:30:26 GMT -6
Ooc;; WHAT?! DUDE! Not cool! Both my temps'? ;~;
Does he at least know what I did to Wrath? I want two characters, this is so uncool. Lol.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 1, 2009 9:18:24 GMT -6
[Havoc! Havoc! Wherefore art thou, Havoc? Yes, it is fine with me if you join the RP, wrath]
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Post by amouri on May 1, 2009 10:20:46 GMT -6
((xD agreed. Havvie come and post will ya! And Greed...well, you can try sending him a pm. (I'm happy to now that my temp is relatively secure >.> poor Slicer, nobody's luffs him. Hang on, I do!! YAYZ )) |
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Post by aspiredeathe on May 2, 2009 12:04:32 GMT -6
((Sorry guys ^^; I got called into work and got shipped abroad for a few days XD But I'm back now ^^
The more the merrier =p))
Jean gladly gave the silk to Barry and trailed with him after Kimblee, shooting the later a glare at his cover name. Even if he was glad that he'd taken care of their reservations, he would see to it that he wrote in their names next time.
But he knew something like this was bound to happen, it was just how the alchemist was, so with a sigh he hung by the gift store, having no need to enter, and took up seat on a bench.
There were no trains in the station at the time, yet give or take 5 minutes and the place would be bustling with people and locomotives, Jean had been here enough times to know that. The blonde officer could also tell all the odd looks he was getting for being near Barry, just to think that it would be much worse when the trains come in.
A nice surprise came in the form of a carton of cigs, even more so that it appeared to be Kimblee offering.
With a small grin he took one with a thanks "Freeloader would actually be one of the last few words I would associate with you." He joked as he lit the white cancer stick.
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Post by amouri on May 2, 2009 13:42:07 GMT -6
((Yayz. Oh, by the way...Bartholomew von Munchausen. ROFLMAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO XD I WILL NEVER HEAR THE WORD BARRY WITHOUT THAT NAME RINGING IN MY HEAD EVAR AGAIN!!!!!))
Barry heaved the heavy rolls of silk into his arms, noticing that his armour only creaked slightly, so the rolls were probably not as heavy as they seemed.
He sidled awkwardly after the alchemist, noticing the looks he was getting from the various people who where at the station.
He nearly dropped the silk as he heard the name Kimblee had decided to give him for the trip.
NO WAY. Thats going too far.
He would have frowned angrily, and cursed his luck that his hands were at the moment occupied with holding the silk.
Bartholomew von Munchausen. He couldn't wait till he'd get the chance to chop somebody up.
That would let out all of his pent up irritation and misery.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 2, 2009 19:43:32 GMT -6
[Hurray! Havoc's postie! Barry's postie! And yeah...I have burned your retinas with the name of Baron Bartholomew von Munchausen. My work is DONE! xD hehehehe! Okay, I concede...it's Zolf's work. Credit where credit is due. BTW....have you heard of Raptor Barry?]
"Oh? Is that so..." he answered Havoc in a humorous sarcastic tone, "And just what, pray tell, would you associate me with?" This, he had to hear.
"Might as well set that silk down and take a load off, 'Bart'," he teased Barry, "no need rupturing your spleen while we wait." Of course, he knew Barry had no spleen to rupture, but he couldn't try to get the fellow to relax a bit without throwing a touch of his sarcastic humor into the fray.
The train station began to fill up and the noise of train whistles, chattering and shouting voices began to fill his ears. He hated the noise of human beings going about their daily business. It was loud, unpleasant and in his mind, mostly unnecessary. There was no screams of fear followed by combustion and silence. There was no splatter of blood and limbs raining from the sky like logs of fire, making their satisfying 'thump' as they landed. That was about as noisy as he liked masses of people to be.
"Yup," he said, mostly to himself, "the sound of screams, explosions, landing debris and.....the sound of one hand clapping. Silence!" He then laughed and lifted one hand, clapping it with his fingers. He really wanted to smoke them all as they scurried about like bi-pedal roaches, turning them to no more than grease spots on the floor.
His attention was suddenly grabbed by a wild-looking boy darting about furtively through the station. He had long, dark hair and a sneaky way about him. Reminded him of himself at that age, really. Apparently the boy only thought he was being sneaky. His feral look was a dead giveaway. No one else in the station appeared to notice him. That was just like human herds, he thought. Too busy with themselves to notice their environment. His curiosity was piqued and he wondered what business the little foodpad was about.
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Post by amouri on May 3, 2009 2:27:09 GMT -6
((Baron Bartholomew von Munchausen. Baron Bartholomew von Munchausen. Baron Bartholomew von Munchausen. Have I heard of RaptorBarry? HAVE I HEARD OF RAPTORBARRY?! O.o you have GOT to be kidding me. OF COURSE I KNOW OF RAPTORBARRY She's the only one on deviantart who has had the imagination to create a Barry-dragon. AND a Slicer dragon. AND a Kimblee dragon. *.* I luv her work.)) Barry glared angrily at Zolf. "Don't push your luck." He retorted. Even so, he carefully placed the silk aside. He glanced at Kimblee as the alchemist muttered something about explosions. God, what he would give to be able to kill someone right now. But he reckoned it was safer to wait. Something would turn up. He too noticed the strange youngling that was sneaking around. |
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Post by aspiredeathe on May 4, 2009 11:23:12 GMT -6
Jean took a drag from the cigarette, wondering why he'd bothered to say anything in the first place. He should have known the other's curiosity would catch him out.
"Well, take no offence, but psycho and manic are more like the type of words that pop to mind when one speaks of you." Even if Kimblee wasn't one of the people destined tp being a friend of his, he still didn't feel right saying such things about people "But you're not so bad, I guess, a little odd. Well, more than a little actually."
He raised an eyebrow at Kimblee's comment to Barry, wondering what was stopping the tin man from slaughtering the man. He didn't seem to like the name that much, surely the laws and some morale wouldn't be keeping him from draining the Alchemist of his life?
Not that he was hoping for it.
It was just proving that there really was a different side to murderers, something he kind of wished he didn't have to see. It could interfere with his duty one day, as he might start questioning every killer he has a gunpoint, wondering if they're really that bad.
Until Kimblee started going on about blood and death. He quickly pulled the man's hand down.
"Don't joke about that, or mean it either." He threw him a meaningful glance, blinking as he noticed that the man's attention was else where.
He set his eyes on the crowds, trying to see anything that could be of interest to his killing companions, as it seemed Barry had noticed whatever it was as well.
A small youth flickered through his line of vision, making him ponder for a moment before pushing it away, it wouldn't be the kid. Unless they were planning on making him their apprentice..
A narrow eyed glance to the two of them proved that they were watching the boy.
"What're you two thinking?"
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on May 4, 2009 15:01:56 GMT -6
He returned his attention back to his subordinate. "What cheek!" he exclaimed teasingly as Havoc grabbed his hand. The guy must have balls of solid brass. Unlike the cashier who sold him the cigarettes-highway robbery was more like it-Havoc knew who he was and what he'd done.
"Don't worry, I aint plannin' on turning the station into a war zone." he went on, "I just hate the noise of large groups talking and prattling on. My mind can't filter it out. It's like....shards of glass in my head."
He looked away, puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette. His face was flushed with...embarrassment? shame? He wasn't sure. When most people lost their composure, they simply started a bar fight or exchanged harsh words. He'd had his fill of those days in the past. Smashing a beer bottle over someone's head might land you in jail for a night. This he knew from experience. Blowing up your superior officers when you refused to surrender their 'property' back to them-in this case, the philosopher's stone 'lent' to him during the Ishball extermination-got you on death row. He'd been lucky-or unlucky, depending on perspective- that he'd been spared that outcome. He'd actually come to terms with his impending execution and actually looked forward to it till the powers that be saw fit to assign him otherwise. Now there was no one to put him out of his misery.
He didn't make a reply to Havoc about the psychotic killer remark. There was no need. He knew what he was and defending himself with excuses about wartime would be only belaboring the point.
At this point in his life, he simply accepted his friendless status. Even before he'd garnered his reputation as a psycho killer, he'd had few friends. Nice folks had always pretty much looked down their noses at him from on high and not so nice folks didn't trust him because they themselves were untrustworthy. Even someone like Barry would likely never trust him, regardless of their mutual status as killers. No one trusted the untrustworthy...not even the untrustworthy themselves. That was partly why he was so overbearing in his humor and provoking sarcasm: it kept people put off from him, while still giving him an opportunity to interact, with no illusions about having friends.
The closest he had ever come to having anything resembling a 'friend' had been Bido from the Devils nest. No one had really cared much for either of them, but they'd had their uses. Other than that, they were shunned by everyone. When he'd decided that was strictly for the birds-he was no ones tool!- the powers that be saw fit to provide him a convenient escape. Since then, his only 'friend' had been Frank Archer, who was a rather twisted bastard himself. And Frank was a brown-nosing user, just like everyone else.
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Post by rizahawkeye on May 4, 2009 19:27:38 GMT -6
((Would you mind if I joined your rp as well? ))
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Its my first fanfic EVAR, and its about what really happened at Lab five, and who the other armored guardians were (yes, I decided there had to be more than Barry and Slicer :3) Its posted on this site, and its called Bound by Blood.))
