Kimblee's Crash Pad

[amouri]

((I hope this means I can post nao?))

Barry sighed inwardly as the car jerked into motion.
He was relieved that the streets were fairly deserted in that spot of town, so he didn't have to cower in his seat.
Not that he was actually frightened of attracting attention, he just preferred to keep himself to himself. He had never been the social type, even in human form.

He noticed that the two in the front seemed extremely self conscious of their current look. He politely avoided his eyes, so as not to add to their shame by staring at them.

He looked up at Kimblee's question, and gladly accepted the invitation. After all, where else could he go?
He doubted that Havoc would allow him to follow, not that he wanted to anyway.
He knew fairly much about the living quarters of the military dogs, mostly because he had worked there undercover, supplying the cantina with food while in disguise.
It would have been near to impossible to sneak in a massive armored killer like himself without attracting any attention.

[aspiredeathe]

With a nod, Jean drove off towards Kimblee's place, pulling up onto the curb near the door as to save the alchemist some shame should anyone walk by.
"Hey, do we have to dress, like, now. Ya know for when we got to the train?" He wasn't looking forward to it at all, as military personnel were constantly passing through the station to and from missions.

After they'd both exited his car, he took off at a not-quite-over-the-limit- speed, not wanting to be pulled over, yet wanting to get home as fast as possible. It wasn't as if his make-up was that bad though, it was light, so only if someone really looked at him would they see. But it was still making him rather self conscious. He wondered if women felt the same, as he pulled into his street. As he parked, he decided that he didn't really want to know and grabbed his bags and entered the building.
He took the stairs two at a time and was rather glad that he hadn't run into anyone, slamming his front door closed behind him.

Now to just pack.Proving slightly more difficult as he couldn't really take a lot of things that would betray him as a man. But god be screwed if anyone though he would be trading his boxers in for briefs or some other crap like that.
There were limits to how much a person could be dedicated to the mission. And his was at his underwear.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[amouri]

((Daw, get well soon. ))

[Zolf J Kimblee]

He sighed and pondered Havocs question, "No, I guess not. I plan on booking a private cabin. That should draw less attention to us. I don't want anyone on that train looking at us for hours and hours and making the connection if they see us in Lior."

"Oh," he added, "don't forget to pick up a few bolts of silk at the shop you mentioned."

He got out of the car and with his head held low, he made haste to his apartment. When he and Barry were inside, he drew in a sigh of relief.

"Just make yourself at home, I gotta pack and stuff."

The first order of business took place in the bathroom. He went and washed all the makeup off his face...gladly. He grabbed a small suitcase and stuffed with a bare minimum of items. He got a box he'd saved from a shopping excursion and packed the womanly items into it. At least it would appear to be some sort of gift while he wasn't using the disguise.

He went to the living room and picked up the receiver of his phone, quickly dialing downstairs. He ordered a roast beef sandwich and onion rings. After that, he made arrangements with his bartender/landlord to care for Crimmy while he was gone on 'vacation.'

He felt he should make conversation with Barry. After all, they'd had a rather interesting conversation prior to Havocs arrival. He thought maybe there was a possible friendship to be made. God knows he hadn't a single one. He didn't count the rare female company he brought upstairs from the bar. They were upstairs with him for no more than an hour or two when he did have them to 'visit.' He'd never asked one to stay all night, but neither had any stuck around after for more than the five minutes it would take to have a cigarette, get dressed and then leave. Not a single one. He always hated the awkward silence and was relieved when they were gone. Come to think of it, they often lavished more actual affection on Crimmy, he thought dryly.

He handed the box containing the Xing-esse cleaver to Barry. "Here ya go, bud. Just keep it concealed till we get to the private train cabin." After that, Havoc would pretty much be roped into staying anyhow. So there was no reason to make Barry constantly have to hide what he was about; at least not in private.

"Don't feel bad, I have to wear gloves over my tattoos, or else I'll stick out like a sore thumb too." he added as way of concession.

He ate the sandwich and onion rings when they were brought up and gave some money to the barkeep for cat food and litter. "Dont forget to scoop the shit out of it's box. I just cleaned this house." he added before shutting his door. He stood at the kitchen counter and stuffed his face, while he called the train station and booked the tickets. He had to repeat himself several times, getting quite rude with the agent. He seemed to have no clue that the person on the other end couldn't translate talking-with-food-in-your-mouth into something actually resembling the common speech. He finally slammed the phone down firmly afterward and took a seat.

"What a day! I'm ready for it to be over already!" he sighed as he propped his feet on the coffee table. He opened a can of pop and washed down the last of his onion rings.

"Can you think of anything else you need before we go?" he asked, taking a swig.

[amouri]

Barry quickly hurried after Kimblee as they were dropped off by Havoc, staying as much out of sight as possible.
As they entered the somewhat tidy apartment, Barry nodded silently so Kimblee could see he had heard. With a sigh, he flopped onto the same chair as the day before.

Why he did so beat him entirely, seeing as he actually didn't have the need of relaxation. But he would just feel awkward and out of place if he just stood there. And he felt no need to sit on the sofa either, seeing as he couldn't register the difference between the stiff-backed chair and the softer sofa.
He sighed and held his head in his hands.(In this case not literally speaking)Just make yourself at home the alchemist had said. Easy for him to say. He's got one. And how can a suit of armour feel 'at home' anyway? Its impossible for me to feel comfortable, i can't eat to kill time, and i doubt the cat would want to speak to me. He sighed again and let his hand slide of his face. Who was he kidding?
The terrible wrenching feeling of despair gripped him again, hurling him into thoughts he had repressed, thoughts he didn't want to think.
Is this how its gonna be like forever? Am i always gonna be in this wretched state? Or is there some chance i could return to the way i once was? Or will it always be like this, until i get killed or feel that the time is right for me to go?
He shivered uncontrollably and snapped out of it angrily.
This is what happens when I haven't killed for days. he thought savagely.
He sighed again. If that was what happened every time he had nothing to do, he would be out of his wits by the time the mission started.

Well, i could always try 48's method... He would not admit it, but the older serial killer had been like an anchor in the deep at the time of lab five. Just after Barry had had his soul attached, he and the Slicer Brothers had both gone through a phase were they had acted entirely on instinct, terrified by the sudden numbness that had enveloped them after the transmutation. Of course the Older Slicer had kept his younger brother going, and without realizing it Barry too. They had been like animals, huddling together at night desperately trying to gain some of the nonexistent warmth. They had barely been conscious, and it was only after that that Barry had realized how close they could have been to death. They could have faded away into the void, like the other armored guards who hadn't survived the first crucial days after the ritual.
But they had survived.
And even though The Slicers then kept mostly to themselves, he could always talk freely to them, knowing that they shared the bond of survivors.
The younger Slicer had always been the carefree one, the one who shared Barry's recklessness. He imagined that if the older hadn't been there, that the younger and Barry probably would have killed each other in a sparring match.
Not on purpose of course, but the wiser and more sensible 48 had always stopped them before that happened.
He sighed and leaned back as he tried to clear his mind. Meditating had always kept the older Slicer at peace, so why not him?

A few minutes after he faintly registered some movement, and slowly came out of the trance.
He opened his eyes to meet the sight of the all-to familiar knobbly package from the pawn shop.
Kimblee handed it to him, and he looked at it confusedly for a few seconds before he realized what it was and grudgingly accepted it. "Gee, thanks." He muttered meekly, before unclasping the the front of his plate and sliding the knife into his armour, seeing as he didn't know where else to put it.

He glanced up at Kimblee's question and shook his head slowly.
"Nooo, i don't think so. Apart from oil, this armour needs nothing to keep it going."

((Gerk long post again xD Just so you know, I am NOT hinting that Barry was in any serious relationship with the Slicers, I just reckoned how it must have been like to have your soul ripped out and stuck in a tin can, and i can imagine that I would have huddled up to somebody. I just reckon that without realizing it, Barry somehow became a part of that brotherhood that the Slicers shared. At least for some time anyway. Oh, and sorry if Barry's a lil bit too emo in this one, I'm just writing a fanfic on what really happened to Barry, and i think that affected my writing ._."))

[aspiredeathe]

Jean took a quick shower, dressing in casual clothes afterwards. His packed bags stood waiting by the door as he took the last smoke out of his pack, not that he didn't have more in his bag of course.
Checking his watch, he figured it was best if he got going, still needing to do some shopping.

Grabbing the bag containing his..dress*Involuntary shudder* and the bag that contained his personal effects, he hoisted them over his shoulder, closing the door behind him and locking it up. Trudged his way outside, he lit his cig and threw his bags in the back.
His car was soon seen hobbling over the cobblestone roads towards the market district, pulling up outside a colourful little shop, the words 'Anne Marie's Fabrics'.
He stepped out with a grin, wondering if the young woman would remember him, glad that he was no longer wearing make-up.

Pushing open the daisy yellow door, a small bell rinkeled somewhere in the back of the store, a gentle voice calling out a "Be there in a minute." Jean took this time to look at a few of the materials hanging from the walls, checking prices and weight. He figured Barry would be carrying it though, as women were rarely seen lugging such heavy things across a desert.
"How may I help you?" The voice projected the smile the young woman wore, widening as the light brunette saw his familiar face "Ah Jean!
Could it be? Was he finally getting recognition?
"How is Roy? Is he with you?"She peered past him with her bright brown eyes eagerly.
IT was always too good to be true.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

Apr 20, 2009 12:48:07 GMT -6 @amouri said:

((Gerk long post again xD Just so you know, I am NOT hinting that Barry was in any serious relationship with the Slicers, I just reckoned how it must have been like to have your soul ripped out and stuck in a tin can, and i can imagine that I would have huddled up to somebody. I just reckon that without realizing it, Barry somehow became a part of that brotherhood that the Slicers shared. At least for some time anyway. Oh, and sorry if Barry's a lil bit too emo in this one, I'm just writing a fanfic on what really happened to Barry, and i think that affected my writing ._."))

[Hey...no need to apologize for what or why you write. I gave Zolf a horrid past to explain his wretched existence too. No, I wouldn't get the idea that he had a serious 'relationship' with the brothers, although that's your business either way. ( armour yaoi! hehehe XD ) Of course, if it's a hint for Zolf to not get too buddy-buddy with him (in a non-yaoi way), I'll make sure he don't get attached to him. I don't know how your RP character system works, but mine are more like 'muses' and have feelings (which I have to feel as well. The only friend he has is one of my RP friends characters...who happens to be a level 41 Draenai Paladin from World of Warcraft!! ;D)]

[Zolf J Kimblee]

He stood at the window, sipping his soda. Crimmy wound himself around his legs, purring all the while. He picked the young cat up and absently petted it. At least he had Crimmy for a friend. All he did was eat, drink and occasionally crap outside the litter box. It was a small price for loyal company, though. Not even equivalent exchange. He got far more in return for what he gave the kitten.

It was starting to drizzle and he sighed. He hated rain. Well...he liked thunderstorms. He liked the way the lightning shot across the clouds, or down to the earth; he liked the high tension that filled the air before the rain and winds came. But drizzles were such half-hearted things.

"Damn," he muttered in irritation, "if it's gonna rain, why can't it just pour?...Just...be done with it already!" He pulled the drape closed and took a seat on the couch, still holding the kitten. Crimmy looked up an noticed the glow inside the armored skull. He approached Barry cautiously, realizing there was life here. Like most animals, he could see and hear things that most humans didn't. Like the familiar colored radiations that emanated from all living things. Of all life, humans had the most frequently shifting colors. This one had colors similar to the person he owned: Mostly red, shot through with angry and poisonous purple and black pulsations and bruises.

He leaped from the arm of the couch onto Barry's metallic lap. He batted playfully at the toga fringes and then stretched a curious paw up, tapping once at the eye socket. He suddenly leaped, hanging from both eye sockets and peered into one, sniffing. "MOWW" he cried out, making a hollow echo inside the armor.

[amouri]

Apr 20, 2009 16:16:35 GMT -6 Zolf J Kimblee said:

Apr 20, 2009 12:48:07 GMT -6 @amouri said:

((Gerk long post again xD Just so you know, I am NOT hinting that Barry was in any serious relationship with the Slicers, I just reckoned how it must have been like to have your soul ripped out and stuck in a tin can, and i can imagine that I would have huddled up to somebody. I just reckon that without realizing it, Barry somehow became a part of that brotherhood that the Slicers shared. At least for some time anyway. Oh, and sorry if Barry's a lil bit too emo in this one, I'm just writing a fanfic on what really happened to Barry, and i think that affected my writing ._."))

[Hey...no need to apologize for what or why you write. I gave Zolf a horrid past to explain his wretched existence too. No, I wouldn't get the idea that he had a serious 'relationship' with the brothers, although that's your business either way. ( armour yaoi! hehehe XD ) Of course, if it's a hint for Zolf to not get too buddy-buddy with him (in a non-yaoi way), I'll make sure he don't get attached to him. I don't know how your RP character system works, but mine are more like 'muses' and have feelings (which I have to feel as well. The only friend he has is one of my RP friends characters...who happens to be a level 41 Draenai Paladin from World of Warcraft!! ;D)]

((OK, lets just get something straight here. I am NOT a yaoi fan, i accept that other people may like it, though of course i have no idea why. I am just saying, that i doubt that Barry and Slicer being bound to their armours was just as successful as Alphonse's for example. Alphonse had a brother who had seen The Truth to back him up, while the Slicer brothers and Barry probably were the result of experiments. I doubt they would have been able to frolic around happily right after they were bound to those horrid things. I tried setting my self in their place, being deprived of nearly all ones senses, probably going into some kind of primal state, not knowing at all what was going on. And seeing as humans in the basics are social animals, i doubt anyone would have wanted to be alone if something like that happened to them like it happened to Barry and Slicer. And after all, it probably took some time for them to get used to their new bodies. Gerk i may not be making much sense but whutevar.
O.o Armour yaoi? Dx I'm at least glad that theres nothing called Slicercest. >.<
Buddy-buddy? I'm not saying that I'm not gonna let Barry be friends with anyone, on the contrary he could use some companionship. Though i would appreciate it if Kimblee could just be a friend and nothing in the romantic direction I don't hate yaoi, i just don't love it either though. ))

[amouri]

((YAY THE kittie can see peoples auras!))

Barry sighed at Kimblee's angry remark about the rain.
"Yup. Theres no reason to drag it on, but since when has Nature listened to reason?"

As Kimblee sat down, Barry noticed the kitten eying him curiously.
He shifted slowly, not wanting to startle it. Though of course, it had to be a rather brave kitten who lived with Zolf, so he doubted he would seem threatening to it.
He jerked in surprise as it landed in his lap, but couldn't help chuckling quietly as it fiddled with his toga.
"You're a fisty one, aren't ya?" he chuckled goodnaturely as he flicked the fur slightly to make it seem as though it were alive.
He was fighting the urge to laugh, his whole body trembling from the effort when the kitten decided to check what was inside him.
"Hee hee, better not go in there, you'd just get lost."
He snickered and gently prised the kittens paws out of his eye sockets.
"Daw, he's cute. I never really thought about having a cat when i was younger, at the time i preferred dogs. Me old mom said i wasn't responsible enough. But boy, if i ever get the chance to settle down someday, maybe i should consider gettin one of the lil rascals. I guess theres many of the poor fellas who need a proper home."
He gently moved the kitten onto his shoulder, and playfully batted its tail out of the way.

[aspiredeathe]

Having managed to push the pleasantries to the side, to save time and ego, Jean left the store with 3 bolts of Oak Tasar..what ever the hell that was..
It was in the discount so there was really no complaining to be done, he thought as he lugged them into the back seat.
Now to pick up the others. Just before he got into his car, he felt something wet hit him.
Looking up, he saw the mornings bright sky had been replaced with grey clouds, the rain being so far nothing more than a weak drizzle.
Oddly enough, Jean was glad that he wasn't wearing the wig right now. He doubted it would do well against water.

Having to drive to the opposite side of town, as to that being where Kimblee lived, he pulled up outside and beeped the horn, the rain having gotten slightly worse. He wasn't sure if they were leaving just yet, so he peered out the window at the apartment, should his superior beckon him.
"Dismal thoughts, Jean." He muttered to himself. The whole idea of being willing, though it may only be due to orders and regulations, to Kimblee was something he feared he'd never live down.

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[Not to worry. I don't RP Zolf as gay here. So, no worries, either of you, k? I don't want to run anyone off a thread from fear that zolf will try to hit on them. ]

[I'll prolly post for zolf later this evening or tomorrow. it's rainy, and i'm not feeling too hot. blehh... depressin stuff, rain.]

[amouri]

((okies xD just had to make sure. Daaw yeah, stupid rain. But try thinking of it like the plants, that it nurtures the earth and cleans out rivers and streams. I woulden't think it was that depressing ))

[aspiredeathe]

(( Lol a gay Kimblee is rather a funny idea XD But s'kay ^^ Just play him how you wanna ^^ Same for you Barry ^^))

[amouri]

((._." OK havoc, just so you know, the Barry I rp, is NOT gay. Just to get that straight.))

[Zolf J Kimblee]

Kimblee chuckled at Barry's statement. "Since when has anyone or anything listened to reason?" He shook his fist at the window and flipped the bird, in further defiance of nature.

"Yeah, I'd highly recommend a cat as a pet. You never gotta take them outside to do their business and they don't piddle all over themselves in their excitement. Cats got dignity, ya know?"

Crimmy swiped at the fur on top of Barry's skull, and then peered around his head at the hollow eyed skull. He batted his paw at it again, curious about what was inside. He then began to purr and knead his paws on the shoulder of Barry's toga.

"You should take that as the highest flattery," Kimblee said humorously, "he don't normally take to most folks that way."

When he wasn't asleep, or pleasantly buzzed from a few beers, he pretty much liked to stay on the move when he was having a manic swing. He was restless and it was beginning to show.

Frank had ordered him to visit a military shrink when he received his pardon as one of his conditions. Most psychiatrists had given him a diagnosis of sociopath or psychopath. It all depended on his mood, really. This last one had giving him a diagnosis of manic depression co-morbid with both borderline and antisocial personality disorders.

One afternoon, on a lark, he went to one of centrals medical research libraries to check up on it. Several people had glared at him as he chuckled and laughed, flipping through the pages. One hard stare in their direction, and they'd shifted their uneasy gazes away. "Yeah, that's what I thought." he'd snorted in self satisfaction. Soon he was slapping his knees as he read the symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder. "Ha!" he'd cried out as he slammed his palm on the table, "they had you in mind when they wrote this one Frank!" Ignoring the grumbling and 'shhh's' around him, he scanned for his own dx. The manic depression description had him nodding in agreement, chuckling fondly at himself from time to time. He grew silent as he read the borderline and antisocial personality orders, though. Angered, he'd slammed the book shut, tossed it on the table and stalked out with a black and moody countenance.

So now here he was, waiting restlessly for Havoc to arrive, fidgeting about, winding the end of his hair around his finger over and over. If Barry hadn't been there, he probably would have caved in and indulged in his most secret and shameful behavior: hair picking. Even now, a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he resisted the urge to yank his hair out, one strand at a time for relief. He'd come perilously close to shaving his hair off several times to rid himself of the obsessive urge. If Frank realized that he'd stopped taking the medication he'd been prescribed, he'd no doubt hear all manner of menacing threats. Frank wanted his alchemist on a short leash and tame enough to control, while at the same time, dangerous enough to wield as a weapon.

"So," he asked Barry, "what do you do to keep sane when you got nothin' to kill?"

[amouri]

Barry chuckled. "True."
He would have smiled at the kitten's playfulness, that is if he had a face capable of smiling.
"Yeah, of course dogs may seem more loyal, but cats are definitely the most intelligent. It takes time to gain their trust and respect, but when you do they wont abandon you straight away. At least not unless you run out of cat food and don't play with them enough."
He reached up and tentatively nuzzled the kittens forehead with a stubby finger.
Another disadvantage of his body was that he had to control his strength, and had to rely entirely on his visual perception to register how much pressure he was placing on an object.

As the young feline settled down and began to purr, Barry could hear his whole armour ring from the inside, by the minute vibrations the kitten was producing.
The low humming had a relaxing effect on him, and even though he didn't have body fluids to register it, it was still a pleasant feeling.

He noticed that the alchemist seemed to be tensing up, for reasons Kimblee probably meant to keep for himself.
Barry didn't exactly care, he just immersed himself in the relaxing rhythm of the kittens purring, feeling more at ease than he had in a long time.

Kimblee's question caught him off guard, and he stiffened unexpectedly.
"Er...well...that is-"
He paused, frantically trying to find an answer.
"Well...Lets just say, it was easier to stay sane in Lab Five when i had somebody to talk to. I wasn't alone you know."
He glanced up at the alchemist, awaiting his reaction.
He wasn't quite sure if he was breaking his oath of secrecy, the ones in charge of the lab had never said he couldn't reveal anything about his fellow guardians.
And after all, what did it matter now that he was out of that horrid place?
But still, he had the feeling that the ones behind his soul binding were powerful enough to track him down anywhere...

[aspiredeathe]

Five whole minutes passed with nothing but the car engine and the rain on the roof to keep him company.
He waited a few more minutes before glancing back out at the window above.
Had they left? Last minute shopping perhaps? Or maybe for some psycho killer ritual the two of them may have decided to try out?
Easily seeing himself as the victim, he banged the horn and held it for a whole minute before letting go, more out of desperation for them to be in then because he was getting bored.

Which he was. And slightly restless, as the upcoming mission was easily perceived as a difficult task. After all, not only were they going into a territory where they were most certainly not welcome, but they were going in as merchants of the opposite gender. So they had that to pull off, sneak around, gather information and try and pull Archer out of their, or help him with what ever dastardly scheme he was up to, all the while trying not to get killed by an angry mob of sorts. And he could imagine quite a few.

((Ah don't worry xD I read the foot notes X3 Besides, Jean will and shall never be gay while my keyboard is typing away his life..The sad, pining for a female touch lieutenant is mad up of so much win =p))

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[OMG! I forgot Havoc was waiting down in the car XD Actually, that sounds like something that would happen to Havoc. ]

Zolf jumped to his feet when he heard the horn being laid on outside. He had been so immersed in himself, he must have not heard it the first time.

"Ah, geez! That must be Havoc!" he snatched the small bags and pulled the door open. Crimmy tried to run outside, but he pushed him aside gently with his foot. "Well, that's our cue, Barry. Time to blow this hot dog stand."

He closed the door and locked it behind them and hurried down the walkway to the car. He climbed inside and shot Havoc a devilish grin and chuckled. "Did I keep you waiting long?" He couldn't resist. It was always pretty much his pattern to make a joke out of a faux pas rather than to offer profuse apologies, no matter how embarrassed he might be. After all, he had an image to uphold and he wouldn't be doing himself a good service by being apologetic if he could help it.

He had no idea that Barry had had company while he was in there. He'd have to ask about it later. The train ride would surely be long and boring and he'd have nothing better to do than whittle away the time with conversation. He was too manic most of the time to read much, so he didn't bother bringing any books. He did, however, bring a deck of playing cards and plenty of chump change. Perhaps they'd enjoy some low stakes poker.