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| [Day 3] Third Floor Corridor; No, I'm not GUARDING my dorm room! | |
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| Duo Maxwell | Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:51 am Post #1 |
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Duo woke up early on Day 3, promptly found out that the batteries in his CD player had gone dead at some point during the night, and realized that he had neglected to bring any spares. He'd have to go on a quest to find some replacements. The second thing he noticed was that his roommate was still unconscious in the bottom bunk, and as much as he really wanted to go find some breakfast, he felt a slight bit responsible to make sure his friend wasn't psychotic when he woke up. He would have to linger around the dorm until he came to. Goddamn. Maybe he could wrangle some cute girl into bringing him some food from the cafeteria. Well in any case, the showers weren't too far away from his room, so he thought that would be safe enough. He hopped down from the top bunk and gathered up some clean clothes and his 'toiletries' and skeedaddled off to the showers. Okay, so it took a good half an hour to finish his shower because he decided to wash his hair, and you know how long THAT can take. And there was hardly anyone in there anyway-- you gotta wonder about teens' hygiene. So it was calming and the water was hot and- Dammit! Duo had had a stressful first two days! Anyway, I'm sure no one wants to read about how he soaped up his body and ran his hands all over his nekkid flesh yaddayaddayadda, so we'll just skip ahead that half an hour to when he pulled on his clothes and draped his towel over his shoulders to keep his shirt from getting soaked by his hair. Then he wandered back down the hall, tossed his stuff back into his dorm room, and went back into the hall. He yawned, plopped down on the floor beside his dorm room door, and began the tedious process of combing out his dripping hair while he kept watch for any victims that he could convince to go fetch him some noms from somewhere. |
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| Duo Maxwell | Tue Dec 29, 2009 6:52 pm Post #2 |
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Ooh! There looked to be a promising gopher over there, now if he could just get her attention... "Holy shit!" He jerked to his right as the door beside him was flung open, slamming loudly into the wall. Thankfully it was the side that he had chosen not to sit on. He'd have been a pancake! He paused in his flailing when he looked up and saw Heero glaring daggers at him, as per usual. "Oh.. G'mornin, buddy!" he chirruped, flashing his roommate the biggest grin possible and waving the comb at him. "What the hell happened last night, and why do I smell like a stable?" Duo stared at him for a few moments, his eyes traveling up and down Heero until coming to a stop at the straw sticking out of the dark brown mass of hair. He disguised his laugh as a cough and quickly glanced back down at his hair, concentrating very hard to get out a particularly nasty tangle until his urge to laugh had receded. "Don't look at me, it was completely your own fault," he started when he finished prying his hair out of the knot. He looked back up at him and folded his arms defensively. "You're the one who snuck up behind twitchy Quatre like a freaking snake," when he said 'twitchy Quatre' he did a failed attempted at the psychotic twitching evil villains seemed to get in all those Disney movies before continuing, "I always thought your head was made of adamantium or something, but his little gay shoes did a number on your cranium." He leaned forward and hissed conspiratorially, "You thought you were a knight." Then Duo leaned back and grinned hugely. "You even attacked the goddamn nurse with a scalpel because you thought she was a dragon!" He left out the part about being called a woman and being scared witless of said nurse. "Long story short, she gave you a sedative or something and then Trowa and I brought you back to the dorm." He scratched his cheek and grinned again, "I think Trowa's elephant dropped you at some point when we stopped on the way to feed her. That would explain the.. uh.." he gestured at the straw sticking out of Heero's hair. After a moment of awkward silence passed, he hopped to his feet and began to braid his hair. "Well, how about we get some breakfast? I'm starving." |
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| Heero Yuy | Tue Dec 29, 2009 7:21 pm Post #3 |
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<< Heero had, by this point, moved out into the hallway, to avoid the confusion of cross-thread posting. "Don't look at me, it was completely your own fault. You're the one who snuck up behind twitchy Quatre like a freaking snake. I always thought your head was made of adamantium or something, but his little gay shoes did a number on your cranium." Adamantium? That wasn't even a real element! What in the name of space was this moron babbling about?! He'd merely attempted to warn the other pilots of an unidentified enemy in the area, and for all his heroic efforts at teamwork he'd gotten his head stomped on, his brains addled, and his pride bruised. That did it. Heero was getting out of this concentration camp of a learning institution, come hell or high water. "You thought you were a knight," Maxwell leered at him, oblivious to the mortal danger they all were now facing. "You even attacked the goddamn nurse with a scalpel because you thought she was a dragon! Long story short, she gave you a sedative or something and then Trowa and I brought you back to the dorm." Well, at least Heero had retained enough of his training to lash out in self defense under the effects of some memory-compromising tranquilizer. That probably explained why he couldn't remember anything after that blast in the lab building yesterday. There was no way he was going to stick around while obviously underqualified nurses stabbed him with unidentified sedatives against his will. "I think Trowa's elephant dropped you at some point when we stopped on the way to feed her. That would explain the.. uh.." He pointed rudely to the straw and barnyard litter sticking out of Heero's hair. No matter, that. There were much bigger plots afoot than appalling hygiene standards. Perhaps the smell would keep the other students and faculty far at bay and give Heero time to mull over their options. "Well, how about we get some breakfast? I'm starving." Heero stared at his roommate momentarily. Had the great stupid oaf forgotten why they'd decided to escape this hellhole in the first place? British traditional breakfast was both inedible and lethal if consumed in large enough quantities. Then again, Heero mused, if they suffered through it, blended in and didn't make waves so-to-speak, perhaps they could regain the element of surprise... Touche, Maxwell. Perhaps his idiot best friend was useful after all? He was their resident stealth and expert. "Fine," Heero finally growled. "But if there's blood or raw seafood on my tray I may open fire on innocent civilians." That was a fair enough warning, he supposed. "And we're bringing the food back here. We need to revisit the Plan," he said the last few words slowly, emphasizing them so that Maxwell would know what the hell he was talking about. |
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| Duo Maxwell | Tue Dec 29, 2009 8:21 pm Post #4 |
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Best friend? Oh, if only Heero had said that out loud so Duo could dance around with glee! But as it was, Duo hadn't heard a word. Looks like their true love would always go unrequited. Fiddlesticks. "Fine. But if there's blood or raw seafood on my tray I may open fire on innocent civilians." Oh. Ew. Actually, he'd forgotten all about that. But he recalled managing to locate a blueberry muffin at some point, so he figured he'd just retrace his steps and hunt down the sneaky little buggers for some decent normal college-type breakfast. "And we're bringing the food back here. We need to revisit... THE PLAN." Wow. That was highly epic. And despite all the bells and whistles attached, Duo still didn't know what the hell Heero was talking about. Oh well. He was sure that once they got their vittles, Heero would regale him about this 'manry pran' of his. Wait, did Heero have a Japanese accent now that he was speaking British? Right, anyway, to the food! He paused midstep. "Uh.. Heero, do you think you might wanna take a shower before we go anywhere?" Now that he was standing up he could definitely smell something.. unique. |
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| Heero Yuy | Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:45 pm Post #5 |
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"Uh.. Heero, do you think you might wanna take a shower before we go anywhere?" Heero scowled. Right. If they were going for the 'blend in and attack under cover of normalness' approach then a quick shower was in order, wasn't it? Stalking down the hall to the shower, Heero glared at the linoleum flooring of the corridor. "Give me ten minutes," he sighed moodily. Exactly nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, he emerged from the showers. Squeaky clean and not very happy about it, Heero made short work of getting dressed and ready to battle the dark forces of breakfast in England, which he now considered one of the most barbaric and altogether undeveloped countries in the entire ESUN. Honestly! Who served animal refuse to college students?! "We need to hurry up and get this taken care of," he sighed moodily, wrestling with his socks. He most certainly was not talking with a stupid accent of any nationality, and Maxwell had better damned well know what the Plan was or they had bigger problems on their hands than exploding lab buildings and knightly compulsions. "Or have you already forgotten that we're trying to get ourselves kicked out of this shithole?" His roommate had the attention span of a teacup, but this was pretty important. Their survival depended on this master scheme. It was imperative that they figure out a way to get word to the other pilots and keep their mission secret from Kushrenada. That man had made a respectable military career of killing Heero's fun. |
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| Duo Maxwell | Wed Dec 30, 2009 7:35 pm Post #6 |
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Duo gave his roommate an encouraging thumbs up as the guy headed into the showers, then he ducked back into the dorm and plopped down at the desk. He set the comb down, flicked his braid over his shoulder, and leaned down to haul out the battered laptop from his duffel bag. This was actually a machine slapped together from random pieces he'd managed to salvage from Well, he had ten minutes to wait, so he pushed open the lid and booted up the system, leaning back in the chair as the welcome screen popped up. He figured he may as well update his blog on how school was going. He just knew there were tons of people Nine minutes and 46 seconds later the door opened and Duo glanced over his shoulder to see Heero squeaking back into the confines of their cozy commode. He logged off his laptop and twisted around in the chair to give Heero his otherwise undivided attention as the teen began an epic battle with his footwear. "We need to hurry up and get this taken care of." "Sounds like a genius plan," he drawled lazily. "Or have you already forgotten that we're trying to get ourselves kicked out of this shithole?" "'Course not," Duo responded, rolling his eyes. "It's not like it's that hard to get kicked out of a school." He folded his arms across the back of the chair and waved a set of fingers ambiguously. "All we need to do is set a building on fire, or start a riot, or, hell, let's just fill the goddamn staff lounge with packing peanuts." He glanced at Heero's face. "..That last one was a joke, by the way." He shifted and stood up, crossing the small space to grab his boots and pull them on. "Dude, why can't we just leave? I mean, what's the point in going through all this hassle when we could just walk right off the campus and never come back? They don't have tracking collars on us or anything." It's not like they'd be thrown in jail for dropping out of college, right? |
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| Heero Yuy | Thu Dec 31, 2009 8:27 pm Post #7 |
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"'Course not. It's not like it's that hard to get kicked out of a school. All we need to do is set a building on fire, or start a riot, or, hell, let's just fill the goddamn staff lounge with packing peanuts." Heero stared at his obviously retarded roommate. Fill the staff lounge with expanded polystyrene foam? What the hell would that accomplish? And those other suggestions were amateur fraternity prank ideas at best! "Dude, why can't we just leave? I mean, what's the point in going through all this hassle when we could just walk right off the campus and never come back? They don't have tracking collars on us or anything." Heero's head snapped up from his grudging contemplation of their room's carpet and he glared. "You really are mentally deficient. If we just walk out of here and off the ESUN's radar we'll be brought up on war crimes charges, sent before a tribunal comprised almost exclusively of former Alliance generals, and locked up in a maximum security prison for the rest of our natural lives. I doubt even you could weasel your way out of one of those facilities. That's assuming they're able to locate us in the first place. If not we get to hide out for the next sixty years or so, living under aliases and dodging the government. But I'm starting to have doubts about the Preventers not being able to find us if they really set their minds to it. Leaving isn't an option, but try it if you'd like." No, what they needed was a foolproof way of getting themselves permanently expelled from ICUP. Short of murder or actual arson, Heero was really at a loss for this elusive plan they so desperately needed. He'd committed many a felony over the past few years, but all of them were either too dangerous or not risky enough to get them kicked out of a college. Heero scowled at his tie. They definitely needed the other pilots on this. He could have sworn that his intentions yesterday had been to locate Winner and Barton for assistance in devising a strategy, but he couldn't remember too much after the lab building had exploded. Odd. "We need food. Then we can find the others and work on a viable plan. If I don't get out of here soon I'm going to resort to hostage-taking and that just gets messy." Five fully-trained teenaged terrorists (and Merquise, perhaps) could certainly seize control of an entire university until their demands were met. In fact... Heero felt himself grin deviously and didn't bother to hide it. Statistically, the odds were certainly in their favor. He nodded to himself thoughtfully, then lifted up the mattress to his bunk and pulled out the school's blueprint. "How do you feel about a life-sized game of Risk?" he asked quietly, looking over the papers thoroughly. There were only eleven main buildings on this campus, not including the fraternity and sorority houses, cafes, and maintenance storage facilities. Surely they could maintain control over one dormitory building? "Hypothetically speaking," he reasoned aloud slowly, "If we were to lock the students into this dorm building during the night, we would have approximately 3,000 hostages. It would take you maybe half an hour to cut the phone lines and power to the building. Obviously the campus police would need to be distracted, so if I were to hack into their security surveillance system we could just loop the feed. Barton and Winner could even run interference with them during the night to ensure that no one goes near the dorm building. In the morning, the students will eventually realize that they're being held captive; if we leave the wireless internet network up, one of these morons will be smart enough to call for help through the Wifi. Once the police call we could then make facetious demands to the appropriate authorities and make them believe that we're serious. We can surrender ourselves eventually. If no one is harmed, and we don't actually use force or weapons, there's no crime, right? We have some fun for a few days, get expelled, and then we're free." Heero looked up from the blueprint and gave Maxwell a calculating look, arching an eyebrow and waiting for his response. Surely even he could see the brilliance inherent in this plan? |
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| Duo Maxwell | Thu Dec 31, 2009 9:31 pm Post #8 |
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Duo grimaced. He wouldn't be surprised if someday, even with the ESUN and Preventers' protection, he got shanghaied by ex-Ozzies and put on their own twisted little trial. Official anonymity could only go so far when one's face had been plastered all over every television in the Earth Sphere during the war with a big EVIL TERRORIST label smack dab underneath it. He straightened up once his boots were firmly in place and folded his arms, eyeing Heero critically. "Well, I could do it," he grumbled petulantly. "We need food. Then we can find the others and work on a viable plan. If I don't get out of here soon I'm going to resort to hostage-taking and that just gets messy." Then Heero grinned. ...Dear god. Duo took an unconscious step back and stared at Heero warily. He'd seen that expression before. Usually it was followed by some kind of terror or pain for someone else. He watched from near the door as his roommate dug out a freaking BLUEPRINT of the goddamn school from under his mattress- not unlike how a teenage girl hides her diary. Duo didn't bother asking where it had come from. He could have gotten one if he'd been even slightly interested in knowing where anything was, but seeing as he could just follow his nose to anyplace that served food, he was good to go. "How do you feel about a life-sized game of Risk?" Risk? Actually, he preferred Star Wars Monopoly, but wasn't that a board game? And didn't board games equal fun? And didn't we already come to the conclusion that Heero + fun = pain ? As evidenced here? This didn't sound like such a splendid plan.. "You.. know what Risk is?" he muttered half-heartedly before Heero continued on to outline the nuances to his great new scheme. 3,000 hostages? Cutting phone lines? Looping security cameras? Duo felt like he was back in a war again. Boy, was this getting exciting! He reluctantly came back within close proximity to his roommate and reached out, carefully extricating the map from his friend's grasp and relocating it to the floor, where he spread it out and studied it on hands and knees for a few minutes. After several minutes of silence had passed, he sat back on his heels and gave Heero an odd look. "If I cut the phone lines, how are the police going to call?" |
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| Heero Yuy | Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:26 pm Post #9 |
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Heero didn't protest when his blueprints were spirited away and laid out on the floor of their room. Maxwell had that odd gleam back in his eye, the 'I want to blow shit up' look that he remembered from the wars. That could only be construed as a sign of his intent to enlist in this roughly thought-out plan, and Heero wasn't about to protest. Instead, he carefully crossed the room and locked the door. Then he sat down across the floor from his roommate and rested his chin on his arms crossed over his knees, waiting. Finally, Maxwell sat back and gave him an appraising look. Heero was ready for anything--outright denial, further questions, arguments and debates. What he got was, "If I cut the phone lines, how are the police going to call?" Heero grinned up at the ceiling. "We'd only take down the phone lines in the dorm. We will be on top of the dorm building. We can communicate with the police via dedicated landlines. I'm sure you'd be more than capable of rerouting all incoming calls to the college through one line. We could screen these calls and ignore anything that isn't coming from the local law enforcement." He paused and thought for a moment before sprawling on his back to frown at the ceiling. "Although, considering the very nature of this institution, many of our fellow students have parents with reasonably important political pull within the ESUN. They might actually call in Une and Preventers. We'd be dealing with a completely different playing field then. We really need to think this through." It wasn't that Heero was necessarily concerned about dealing with Preventers, or even Lady Une. He just understood that that organization was responsible for both the destruction of their Gundams and their assignment in this hellhole of a school. They wouldn't treat any of the pilots like ignorant fraternity pledges pulling an elaborate prank; they knew damned well what the five of them were capable of. Heero was less concerned about the repercussions of holding 3,000 students captive and more interested in having fun with the local law enforcement agencies. These poor sods would think they were dealing with a couple of idiot teenagers, not former Gundam pilots... Heero turned his head to the side and looked over at Maxwell. "Barton would need to post up at the campus police office and keep an eye on the property. That's assuming that he wants in on the plan, anyway. There are a lot of finer details that need to be ironed out before we can even consider attempting this." Heero was interrupted by his stomach grumbling at him. He frowned. "We really should get down to the mess hall," he said morosely. "I think the breakfast menu said something about 'Bubble & Squeak.' If there are soapy mice in my food I'm calling the Health Department." Edited by Heero Yuy, Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:28 pm.
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| Duo Maxwell | Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:50 pm Post #10 |
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On top of the building. Awesome. "Well, let's just hope it doesn't rain then," he muttered to himself. He could foresee tons of problems that could arise with stationing themselves on the roof, among them being the fact that there was no computer system way up there. Another being the likely possibility of helicopter coverage. Not to be confused with a roflcopter, assholes. "They might actually call in Une and Preventers. We'd be dealing with a completely different playing field then. We really need to think this through." No shit, Sherlock. There was another one of those foreseeable problems. No, that would just land them in Preventers detention for like.. the rest of their lives. He eyed Heero carefully. The guy looked way too excited. Duo was starting to get the feeling that Heero was just out to have a good time, and not out to save their necks- and their stomachs- from this crazy school. And let's not forget there's a zombie Treize running amok. At the mention of Trowa, Duo grinned and crawled over, flopping onto his stomach beside his roommate and propping himself up on his elbows. "I think he should just go undercover. He seems to be good at that. Isn't that what he does in every big operation we pull? First he was in OZ, and then he snuck into Mariemaia's army- though, he wasn't really successful that last time, but hey.." he shrugged slightly. "Then we'd have someone on the inside." Duo paused in the middle of a snicker, being rudely interrupted by Heero's... stomach...? "We really should get down to the mess hall. I think the breakfast menu said something about 'Bubble & Squeak.' If there are soapy mice in my food I'm calling the Health Department." Duo's brows rose and he considered his roommate for a moment. He decided not to enlighten Heero about the.. erm.. components of 'Bubble and Squeak.' Personally, he didn't really want to try that nasty mush. "Man, sometimes it's hard to believe you're the same guy I shot. You would have never complained about being hungry back then, let alone about what you got to eat." He shook his head and grinned, climbing to his feet and offering a hand to his friend. "Come on, let's go feed you. Then we can look for Quatre and Trowa. D'you know what dorm rooms they're in?" |
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