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| Rashid Kurama | May 7 2009, 07:51 AM Post #11 |
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Rashid blinked at Trowa's rambling and stared down at him for a long, appraising moment. The boy was obviously under the influence of some sort of drug. Or brain damage. There had to be more to it than alcohol. No amount of liquor could make someone that much of a git. He listened quietly at the pilots spoke amongst themselves. The tension was rising so think he could slice it with his retractable claws. Rashid was spit on by the braided one. He scowled, and was just about to snap his neck when he realized he was choking. With a frown he lifted a gloved hand and slammed it against the young man's back a few times to "help" him clear his airway. He was always such a sweety! After beating Duo's back to a bloody pulp he straightened and put his hands on his hips, eying them once more before looking over at where Quatre and Sgt. Hatred were standing. They were just talking for the moment, which was fine. He decided to play police and stay here to make sure nobody else in this group had any neck-snapping intentions while watching the young former Winner heir from a distance. |
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| Trowa Barton | May 7 2009, 12:00 PM Post #12 |
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I'm a clown. No, really.
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If Trowa didn't know better, he might suspect that Duo and Relena had cheap, sleazy sex in a corner booth of a public bar or something, but surely neither of them was that crude and vulgar. Well, maybe Duo was. But the people's princess would definitely never stoop to anything so trashy. Definitely not. This was Relena, after all, not some skanky ho. She was a bit troubled perhaps, but innocent and vulnerable. Sacred and holy...a noble pacifist. Trowa would build her a church the minute they got to Vegas. "So who's still with me for Vegas?" What he really needed before the trip was another drink. He really shouldn't; he was supposed to be working this party, wasn't he? What was I supposed to be doing again? Something to do with Dorothy's daughter Anda, if he remembered correctly, only Anda wasn't here. "I can't think of anyone more qualified for this than one of you gundam pilots, and I know you won't let me down." "You can count on me." Only he couldn't, could he? Whoever it was. If it was important, I'd remember. Right? I may not be the soldier I once was, but I remember the importance of a mission. Thing is, there were so many other missions. Working at the circus was a mission. Coming to the ball was a mission. Did one have priority over the other? When was the last time he actually had fun doing something? He couldn't recall. He needed another drink. Drinking was fun, and let him get close to the other pilots in a way he couldn't when sober. Rashid probably spent more quality time pounding on Duo's back than Trowa ever did. The only time he got to see Duo and Heero were when they were at a party, usually drinking. When the party was over, they'd leave him and go back to whatever masqueraded as a life and he'd be lucky to get a Christmas card from them in the meantime. Did they ever see each other after the ball, like he and Quatre did now? They didn't seem to. Somehow that was downright sad. Another drink would fix this. #8 soon bought the farm...er...the bar, and Trowa grabbed #9 from somewhere. "To friendship that outlasts a party," he toasted, and swilled some of the drink, his head still preoccupied with thought. |
| Out of ammo again? That was quick...surprise surprise. Okay, Duo. Hand me the Super Soaker. No, I'm serious. | |
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| Quatre R. Winner | May 7 2009, 06:01 PM Post #13 |
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>> Quatre magically appeared from behind Rashid. It paid to be kind of short, you could come and go without notice. He popped up just as Trowa made a bittersweet statement as a toast. "To friendship that outlasts a party." He had no drink to sip upon, but he definitely shared the sentiment. Quatre was all about friendship. He had friends everywhere! Well, sort of. On the topic of friends, Quatre's idea of friendship was one-sided. He would do almost anything for anyone he considered a 'friend' and was one of the most caring, loyal people in the Earth sphere. Unfortunately, not everyone was as devout of a friend as he considered himself to be. Like, for instance, he would never sell out a friend by taking incriminating pictures for the press without fully understanding the situation surrounding those pictures. But enough about that! We don't need Heero feeling any more terrible than Quatre's Space Heart all ready sensed. Why was everyone so somber and awkward? Had they felt that something was wrong, too? "Rashid, that man over there..." he began, but stopped himself, his voice fading away into the din that came from the giant man's direction. He reached over to grab Trowa's free hand and squeezed it. He had done it before, a silent signal that something was wrong and that they should be alert. Though in Trowa's drunken state, Quatre wasn't sure Trowa would notice. |
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| Ine Winner | May 7 2009, 06:55 PM Post #14 |
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Ine moved casually over to where the group of drunken-ish men were about. As he approached them she took a box of cigarettes and a lighter from between her breast. "You boys don't mind do you?" of course she asked this as she pulled the cigarette out of the pack and placed it in her mouth, lighting it. She took a long drag before blowing the smoke out behind her, as not to get it in anyone's face. "Sorry to bother you boys, but there is something going on over there." She pointed with her thumb behind her, since her other fingers had a cigarette in them. Of course she was talking about the whole Sgt. Hatred, Princess Tinyfeet thing. "Anyways, aren't you going to introduce me to these other young men?" She was referring to the man in the wolverine costume and of course Heero. Little did she know however, that Rashid was the one in the Wolverine costume. Had she known it. . . she would have hit him with her riding crop out of playfulness. She loved the man to death, and loved playing around with him. Well teasing him more like it. It was fun watching the man nearly cream himself over the mention of her brother. |
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| Heero Yuy | May 7 2009, 08:28 PM Post #15 |
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My other ride's a Gundam.
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"What do you mean what do I mean? I don't know what you two are talking about, I haven't seen Relena for two months. You must be hearing things!" Duo's sputtering denial of any wrongdoing set off internal warning klaxons as often heard on the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701) throughout Kirk's five year mission that only lasted three seasons. Before Heero could say anything about it, though, Trowa spoke up. "So who's still with me for Vegas?" Heero turned a frown on him. Really, there was no need to answer that. Heero spent more time in Vegas than was healthy. Not that anyone other than Lisa knew that's why he joined in on celebrity secret spilling tabloid articles. It wasn't much later, however, that Trowa -- who Heero noted belatedly was well into his cups -- raised a glass of some sissy drink with a toast. Who did he think he was? Treize? Fortunately, Trowa was nowhere near as long-winded. "To friendship that outlasts a party." UNfortunately, this simple toast and the sentiments it entailed (sentiments that Heero wished he knew better how to live) was accompanied by the appearance of Quatre at Trowa's side. Was it possible for a man to rage with suspicion, regret, and guilt at this high of a level all at the same time without going batty? Oh wait. This is Heero. He's already batty so... Heero's hands clutched hard at his camera, the casing starting to crunch under the full force of his grip. His heartbeat ran faster, his palms were damp, his eyes began a restless shifting. Would anyone think it strange if he turned and ran out the door? "Sorry to bother you boys, but there is something going on over there. Anyways, aren't you going to introduce me to these other young men?" Heero's mental My Name Is sticker ability fizzled at the new arrival. It got as far as "Quatre's sister" then died a horrible, horrible death. Just like was probably waiting in the wings for the rest of him once his misdeeds were spoken. Running out the door like a coward was looking better and better all the time. Wow, was he being melodramatic or what? |
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| Duo Maxwell | May 7 2009, 09:02 PM Post #16 |
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Resident Depressive
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Duo's hands were now free of drinks, being that the empty cup he'd held was now on the floor in pieces, courtesy of Wolverine's enthusiastic assistance. How many had he had now? Nearly as many as Trowa, he hoped. He wheezed something that sounded like a thankyou, resting his hands on his knees for a few moments before straightening up, also wheezing something about Vegas being better than Gatlinburg because at least there was a chance of getting your money back there.. Crap, Trowa was toasting and he didn't have a drink! Thankfully, a new waiter appeared out of thin air and offered him something with an oddly blue tint to it. Must be blueberry. Blueberry windex. Though he frowned slightly from the connotations Trowa's toast entailed, he downed the drink and sighed. He was now quite smashed, and finally noticed that Quatre had reappeared at some point. He glanced behind him, sidestepping to make room in their little circle for Ine as she reappeared. He stared at her momentarily as she asked about the other people in the group after announcing that there was commotion where she had previously vacated. Turning, he peered at the hulking man curiously. Wow, that must have been the most insane tattoo he'd ever seen in his life. He'd never have the guts to do something like that to his own beautiful face. A hand lifted to fiddle with the mask on his face. It was starting to itch, so he pulled it up until it was resting on his forehead. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and glanced back to the group. Though he was drunk enough that he'd begun to see two of everyone, his almost-life-long history of being a thief and a terrorist made him a bit worried about the way that man was staring around the room. Something in that sniffling face made his skin crawl. He grinned and flung an arm around Heero this time, since he was now standing next to him, pinning the photographer to his side. "Ineeeee.." her name came out twice as long as necessary, and dwindled into a giggle. …A manly giggle. "This is Heeeeeero." This part also didn't come out quite as short as it should have been. "He used to be my partner." By partner, he probably meant something about being Gundam pilots together, though the way he said it did not quite translate that way. His brain must not be connecting to his mouth anymore, because suddenly he'd planted a Trowa-like kiss on Heero's face. "Maybe we should see what that guy's up to…" he mumbled, leaning on Heero so he didn't fall on his face, peering in the direction of the giant H-tattooed man again. |
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| Trowa Barton | May 7 2009, 10:17 PM Post #17 |
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I'm a clown. No, really.
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Trowa swallowed a mouthful of whatever it was and glanced down at the hand now squeezing his. That was a message of some sort, wasn't it? Probably a warning that he should cut back on the drinking. Good idea. Trowa didn't feel so well, and his vision was blurry. There seemed to be a crowd of people around them now, but Trowa couldn't make out just who was there. Let's see, there was Heero and Duo and Wolverine and Quatre...was that Quatre's sister over there? Definitely a blonde who was smoking. Maybe it was Relena. Was that Heero kissing Duo? Maybe it was Duo kissing Heero. And who was everyone looking at across the room? Trowa couldn't see that far, but something had captured their interest. This was no good. He was supposed to be doing something. What was it again? Something about Anda. Only Anda wasn't here. Who was Anda again? Oh, yes. Dorothy's daughter. Or was it Treize's daughter? No, they were married now, so Anda was the daughter of both of them now, in a way. She called Treize Daddy. Treize was a daddy. Trowa remembered him saying so. "After the incident at the masquerade ball several weeks ago, I've come to a decision. I need to hire a bodyguard for my family. If anything happened to Dorothy, Anda or Marie I could never live with myself. I know you could use the money, especially with the circus in the red and the misfortune of Mr. Winner. I'll pay you generously. I can't think of anyone more qualified for this than one of you gundam pilots, and I know you won't let me down." "You can count on me." That was it. That was the equation. He was supposed to be guarding the safety of Treize's wife and daughters. The mission was on and he was failing, but it was too late, wasn't it? He was too intoxicated now to be of use. He needed to find Treize and apologize. He needed to warn him of his epic failure. But where the hell was Treize? Trowa was unknowingly staring directly at him but couldn't see him through the alcohol haze. "I have to find Treize. I have to tell him I'm unfit..." He turned toward Quatre with begging eyes. "Please help me..." Without knowing exactly which direction he was heading, he took a few steps forward until immobilized by the sound of an echoing gunshot. In his ears he couldn't pinpoint the origin, but it didn't matter now. His head was swimming when he suddenly blacked out in a drunken stupor and crashed to the floor. "...I'm unfit." |
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| Quatre R. Winner | May 8 2009, 07:50 AM Post #18 |
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"I WILL HAVE YOU BACK PRINCESS TINYFEET!!! THIS IS FOR YOU!" BANG "I have to find Treize. I have to tell him I'm unfit... Please help me..." "TREIZE!" Everything seemed to be happening simultaneously. Just as a shot rand out Trowa lost his balance and began to fall. Quatre grabbed him just as he did, hooked his arms under Trowa's and struggled to keep his lover from banging his head on the floor. "...I'm unfit." He thought he heard Trowa say before promptly passing out. "Rashid!" It was all Quatre had to say. He watched as Rashid grabbed Trowa effortlessly out of his arms, lifting his lean muscular frame as if he were nothing more than a rag doll or a scarecrow, or a cardboard cut-out that would stand in for Trowa in E's absence. "Over there," Quatre commanded, pointing a chez lounge nearby, newly vacated by people who had hopped up to look in the direction of the gunshot. >> |
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| Duo Maxwell | May 8 2009, 07:23 PM Post #19 |
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However Heero responded to his previous actions, Duo missed it, because he was suddenly distracted by the Guy With A Tattoo he'd been staring at, who pulled out a fake-looking gun and started shooting wildly as he stormed through the crowd. He was startled enough that his feet slid out from under him and he tripped off of his leaning post (aka Heero) and stumbled to one side. He regained his balance just in time to notice Trowa passing out, and Quatre and Rashid quickly dragging him off. All the while he could hear a woman across the ballroom screaming about Treize. Had somebody been shot? More importantly, had Treize been shot? His inebriated brain suddenly realized that this was the perfect opportunity to get back into Dorothy's good graces after almost strangling her to death. The Man In Black would save the day! Thus, he dashed off into the thread next door. >> |
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| Ine Winner | May 9 2009, 02:39 PM Post #20 |
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Ine blinked some as it was clear to her that Trowa was rather smashed. The way that he strung out the names seemed a bit odd, but she kept her smile up and nodded to Heero. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Heero." of course, the pleasentries were cut short. All of a sudden she heard the voice of a man screaming wildly about a princess tinyfeet. Ine heard shots immediatley after the great declaration of tiny feet. She moved her head down and shoved her hand inbetween her breast. Out she pulled a small pistol, one that the guard probably didnt know was there. "Get down Quatre!!" She said before ducking. She held the gun in both hands and she had it up against her chest. She didn't want to have to use it unless the large guy tried to come over and kill her. She was talking to a princess tinyfeet earlier. Who knows, maybe he would want to get rid of her too? Ine stayed crouched for a few minutes as the last of the shots died out she quickly placed the gun back inbetween her breast. This night was not a good one to be at a masqurade. The drama of the shots being fired sobered her up quite a bit. So she would have to drink even more to get really drunk enough to forget about that whole scene even happening. Ine now stood back up and looked around for her now missing brother and his lover, as well as Duo. She called out for them "Quatre. . .where are you?" She had to make sure that he was safe. Knowing him he would have jumped out infront of one of those bullets for a complete stranger. . . damn him and his kindness! |
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