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| [Day 4] Wake Up Call, Caught You in the Morning | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Fri Feb 19, 2010 2:38 pm (377 Views) | |
| Trowa Barton | Fri Feb 19, 2010 2:38 pm Post #1 |
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By now it was sometime late in the evening. Possibly after midnight, even. Trowa didn't know, for he was sound asleep in his dorm room. Or someone's dorm room, anyway. We'll assume it was his. There were two beds, but the room was empty when he stumbled in, so he threw his duffel bag on the floor and fell into one of the beds. In fact, we'll say the whole wing was brand new and not meant for anyone to live in just yet, and therefore all the rooms at this end were empty, just in case Trowa needed to bring a girl here later. Or a dude. Or the elephants. "Oooh, good thing you didn't fall into that vomit, Whoopee. Vomit's so nasty. I remember when Trowa was a baby, he used to spit up every time we fed him Cream of Wheat, and his vomit looked just like cottage cheese! It was so disgusting." Cathy? What was she doing wandering around in the halls at this hour? Trowa tried to fall back to sleep, but his sister's nonsensical rambling out in the hallway was too jarring. "I wonder who left that backpack and crate of beer there? You'd think that people wouldn't leave things like that just lying around. Do you think maybe there was a bomb in it? Maybe whoever wants to lynch you and Trowa will try to kill you some other way, like with a bomb? We had a circus act once involving explosives. Trowa would dress in his clown suit and make a big show of lighting a giant bomb that was sitting on one end of a teeterboard, and then he'd run away with his hands covering his ears and climb into the human cannon as if trying to escape the coming explosion. Then the cannon would fire him into the air and he'd land on the tightrope after doing a few flips. Meanwhile, the big fuse on the bomb would burn down, but instead of exploding, it would open like a flower and I'd pop up out of it! Then the audience would applaud, and while they were clapping, Kenda the elephant would come over and push her foot on the other end of the teeterboard and I'd be launched into the air, landing in Trowa's arms. Then a dove would come and land on my finger, and Trowa would have to carry me across the tightrope to the platform. It was a big hit! That's funny; I thought Trowa's room was around here somewhere. I wonder where my own is? Maybe he'll let me room with him until I find it. Perhaps we should just knock on doors until someone answers who knows where he is? It can't be later than 4 in the morning. I don't think anyone would mind, do you?" Cathy continued to babble idiotically, but Trowa was out of bed now and opened the door. "Could you possibly make any more noise, you twat? And what was that about lynching?" He stepped aside and flipped on the light switch so the two could enter the room. "Hi, Trowa! This is my friend, Whoopee Goldberg, a Korean Jew. Isn't he cute? We met at a party, but he says he knows you already. Do you two know each other? He said you're both in trouble. What did you do?" "Oh, hey, Wu Fei. Why is your hair green? And what's this about lynchings and trouble?" What a way to wake up. If he wasn't so sleepy, Trowa would smack Cathy right in the head. |
For Love and Justice, the pretty sailor-suited soldier Sailor Moon! In the name of the moon I will punish you!
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Fri Feb 19, 2010 11:28 pm Post #2 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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<< Verbal incontinence* is any involuntary leakage of speech. It is a common and distressing problem, which may have a profound impact on the overhearing party's quality of life. Verbal incontinence almost always results from an underlying treatable medical condition… If it hadn't been for the potential danger of identification, the fatigue he suffered through not having slept in two days, and the abashment of partaking in some rather intimate details of Barton's life, Wu Fei would have gladly listened to Cathy's cretinoid conversation forever. Even if she was a twat. She… well, she had a nice voice. Wu Fei hadn't heard an awful lot of those in his life, at least not after his babysitter had left to become somebody's wife. Friendly intonations were usually employed to pry something from him. Sally's, for instance; her carefully pitched light-heartedness had manipulated Wu Fei into wanting to join Preventers. Ah, and he'd known it, too. It just so happened that joining the organisation seemed a suitable vehicle for travelling the road he had to take – to restore the Long clan's honour. And with that, his own. Catherine, however, wanted nothing from him. She clearly contented in talking his ears off in beatific naivety – without the ulterior Maxwellian motive to annoy, frustrate, or ridicule him. Refreshing. Confusing. More than a little disquieting, too, for a number of reasons. "That's funny; I thought Trowa's room was around here somewhere. I wonder where my own is? Maybe he'll let me room with him until I find it. Perhaps we should just knock on doors until someone answers who knows where he is?" "I… don't think that's a good idea…" And neither is offering your own bed, Zhang, he thought. Still holding her hand, he considered covering Catherine's mouth with his other to keep her from feeding him more mental images. Wu Fei could only hope this dormitory wing was as uninhabited as it looked – both for the acoustic properties of the corridor and his growing self-cons— "Could you possibly make any more noise, you twat? And what was that about lynching?" Reflexively, Wu Fei let go of Catherine's hand and stepped back. "Hi, Trowa! This is my friend, Whoopee Goldberg, a Korean Jew. Isn't he cute? Babble chatter. Blah blah?" "Blah blah, Wu Fei. Bleary static? Blah?" Had Catherine just called him friend? And cute? Whatever it meant, it'd sure raised the temperature a notch. In addition, that special type of revulsion Wu Fei had felt for Barton's sister earlier, came back to upset his stomach with jitters. Exhaustion made it damned hard to fight this fresh bout of bewilderment, but—what were they doing, again? "Eh. Hey. Barton…" He rubbed a hand over his forehead. It radiated heat. "Excuse me. Did you say something?" Edited by Zhang Wu Fei, Fri Feb 19, 2010 11:55 pm.
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| Trowa Barton | Sat Feb 20, 2010 3:56 pm Post #3 |
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"Nothing important. Just calling Cathy a twat and asking why your hair is green. I'll assume you've pledged to a fraternity and it's part of an initiation rite." He noticed Wu Fei's hand suddenly let go of Cathy's and wondered for a moment why Wuffers would think he'd have to hold onto Cathy's hand. Probably a wise precaution or she'd wander off. Or maybe Wu Fei had been pinching it to compel her to shut up. If so, it was a futile effort, Trowa knew from experience, but some people have to learn the hard way. "Come in and make yourselves at home." "Thanks, Trowa! You know I still don't know where my room is yet? Maybe I can room with you or Whoopee until I find it?" Whoopee? Trowa had heard Wu Fei referred to as Wuffers, Waffles, Woof Woof, Woodums, Woody, Fei, Faerie and Wussy Foot, but never as Whoopee. Probably more of that silly initiation rite. "So which frat are you pledging to, Wu Fei?" Actually, that might not be a bad idea. Frat houses often had larger, nicer rooms than the dorms. Maybe he should find a nice fraternity too. Like Animal House. "If you want to stay here, Cathy, feel free as long as you don't fill up the room with girly things." "Oh, thanks, Trowa! By the way, where are the elephants? Whoopee said they might get us in trouble with lynchers if anyone puts them together. Maybe we should scatter them?" "They're out on the...hmm? Oh, never mind. They're out on the quad somewhere. I hid some bales of alfalfa in hedges on the grounds near the river. Why would lynchers want to harm elephants? Are there hobbit haters around too?" Maybe someone had figured out he was amassing a mighty hobbit army. It was bad enough there were gundam protesters on campus, and now they had to deal with Frodo fighters too? Things were quickly going to Hell in a handbasket. |
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| Catherine Bloom | Sat Feb 20, 2010 3:57 pm Post #4 |
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"I don't know, but isn't it awful that you can't take elephants to college anymore without someone lynching them? We ought to bring them into some of the empty rooms in this wing. Kenda and Elva would love these rooms! I think I'll take this bed, near the window, and that'll be my closet. You can keep your clothes in your duffel bag." While the boys talked, Cathy started rearranging the room to suit herself. It was about as large as her trailer, perhaps a bit larger, but in any case she could surely fit all her things in here just as soon as she got rid of all of Trowa's. |
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Sat Feb 20, 2010 11:14 pm Post #5 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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"Nothing important. Just calling Cathy a twat and asking why your hair is green. I'll assume you've pledged to a fraternity and it's part of an initiation rite." "Ah." Catherine, who had called him cute and friend, was now a confirmed twat. Wu Fei coughed and looked at Barton's feet. They were rather large, but not necessarily clown-like. "Come in and make yourselves at home." "Thanks, Trowa! You know I still don't know where my room is yet? Maybe I can room with you or Whoopee until I find it?" Wu Fei followed Catherine in, careful to avoid Barton's eyes. As high as his heart had jumped at the girl's rooming suggestion, it sank rapidly once he stood in the centre of the room. Judging from the rumpled covers on the bed, they had woken Barton up – if he were to justify their intrusion, Wu Fei should bring his story well. "So which frat are you pledging to, Wu Fei?" "Pledging?" He started, turning around to face the speaker. Barton had already directed his attention at his sister. Good; that gave Wu Fei time to think… "If you want to stay here, Cathy, feel free as long as you don't fill up the room with girly things." Protesting college students, he thought. Problematic. Lot of anger, very little brain capacity. "Oh, thanks, Trowa! By the way, where are the elephants? Whoopee said they might get us in trouble with lynchers if anyone puts them together. Maybe we should scatter them?" Maxwell did a vanishing act in the library, while protesters were out. Given it's Maxwell, that shouldn't necessarily mean anything, but he seems to be one of the preferred targets. "They're out on the...hmm? Oh, never mind. They're out on the quad somewhere. I hid some bales of alfalfa in hedges on the grounds near the river. Why would lynchers want to harm elephants? Are there hobbit haters around too?" Khushrenada. Swordsmanship teacher. Must kill him dead to make the world spin the right way again. Must finish college year to get honourable duel. Must therefore get rid of protesters. "I don't know, but isn't it awful that you can't take elephants to college anymore without someone lynching them? We ought to bring them into some of the empty rooms in this wing. Kenda and Elva would love these rooms! More lovely chatter, blah." Changed name. Changed roommate Zechs' name as well. Haven't seen him since the first day. Or anyone else, for that matter. Not that I expressly want to. It would just… irritate me if they got into trouble because of a bunch of stupi— He looked up, half-aware the background static had gone. Barton observed him with that wry, quiet, yet not unfriendly expression Wu Fei remembered… Ah, yes. From that time he'd dragged him to the circus. Barton had offered him a warm drink, and all Wu Fei had done was complain. He felt like an ass. A repeat-offending one, at that. "Barton. It wasn't my intention to—" Uhm… Wake you? Get excited over your twat sister? Dump her in your lap? Hard to decide. Perhaps an open apology would be better. "I apologise for the intrusion. Wasn't aware of the time… haven't slept in two days." Perhaps he should leave. Then again, what if the protesters found out the connection between the elephants, Catherine, and Barton? Wu Fei glanced at the girl with the strong hands, nice voice, and interesting soup-cooking skills – and couldn't decide if it was her charm or his own exhaustion that weakened his knees. "All right," he said. "I'm not in any fraternity. Am currently known under my Korean alias." He pointed at his hair to illustrate his koreaninity, lacking the energy to feel foolish about it. "Maxwell disappeared right from under my nose yesterday. Whether or not that's connected to those annoying protesting mobs, I don't know, but—" He cast another glance at Catherine. "I suggest you keep an eye out. For your sister, too. From what I've seen thus far, college kids are insane." |
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| Trowa Barton | Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:30 am Post #6 |
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Duo was missing? This wasn't funny anymore. The protesters had been an amusing reminder of the soul-destroying malignancy of war, but now that they were an actual threat, it simply wasn't funny anymore. Maybe Trowa hadn't exactly kept in touch with the other pilots after the Mariemeia incident, but he still thought of them as family. They and Cathy were the only family he had. He wasn't very close to anyone at the circus, and tended to avoid other people there. He was actually closer to the animals than he was to the other performers. "Maxwell disappeared right from under my nose yesterday. Whether or not that's connected to those annoying protesting mobs, I don't know, but I suggest you keep an eye out. For your sister, too..." Trowa looked over at Cathy as she ripped his clothes out of the closet and tossed them on the floor. Yes, she was a bimbo, a mother hen and a soup nazi, but if anything happened to her he wouldn't know what to do. She'd somehow made herself an indispensable part of his life, and he couldn't live without her now. "Thanks for the advice. I'll keep an eye on her. But what should we do about Duo?" For that matter, where were Heero and Quatre? Heero could probably take care of himself, but Quatre didn't have the same suspicious nature as Heero. It wouldn't be hard for a protester to win his trust; Quatre was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, space heart or no. "We ought to look for the others, too. I can't remember the last time I saw Quatre, which worries me. If we are under attack, he'd be the main target, having the highest profile and the most power, due to his wealth." In any case, Trowa wouldn't be able to sleep now until he knew the little guy was all right. |
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:19 pm Post #7 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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"Thanks for the advice. I'll keep an eye on her. But what should we do about Duo?" …Do about Maxwell? Wu Fei narrowed his eyes as if trying to read the question from a computer screen. "I don't know," he said, closing his eyes. The mother of all headaches had presented herself. "I suppose… we should look for him, in case he did get himself into trouble. Not tonight, though. I'm useless till I've gotten some sleep." "We ought to look for the others, too. I can't remember the last time I saw Quatre, which worries me. If we are under attack, he'd be the main target, having the highest profile and the most power, due to his wealth." "Winner is missing, too?" That complicated things. Images of Winner being lured into an abandoned hallway with the promise of a nice cup of tea flashed through Wu Fei's sleep-drunken mind. Barton was right; the angelic Arab probably couldn't tell a jolly tea party host from a raving lunatic with rapacious intent. They had to act! Anything could happen to his old comrades during the time he napped. On the other hand, if he'd decide to forego resting his head, he may become a Liability and put himself at risk, and possibly Barton and his cute sister. Not to mention he may be felled by a whopping migraine. Wu Fei groaned with frustration; he wouldn't know where to begin in this state in the first place. "Barton, I need four hours. Five at most." The sound of his own voice droned strangely in his head. "Then… I'll see what I can do. Noticed the fraternities are an endless well for gossip. May join one. Or p'rhaps," —he winced at even thinking it— "Treize's influence can help…" Barton wobbled before his eyes. At the same time, Wu Fei's brain did a nifty cartwheel. By the feel of it, with knives. He mumbled a choice Mandarin phrase, steadying himself by putting his hand on Barton's shoulder. "S—sorry, damn it. Need my bed. 'll Find you later." He turned around and stumbled towards the door. "Night. Both." >> |
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| Catherine Bloom | Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:32 pm Post #8 |
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"Goodnight, Whoopee!" Cathy yelled from the closet, pausing just long enough to wave to him as he left. What a nice boy! And so handsome too. He kind of reminded her of Trowa with that pretty face/dark brooding secret past thing going on. What Whoopee needed was some soup to cheer him up! She'd make him some right after she cleaned out this closet, and take him a batch tomorrow when he woke up. There was really nothing better for breakfast than soup, except maybe pizza. You got all four food groups in one bowl, easy to digest and plenty of protein and fiber. Just awesome! Something told her that soup probably wasn't enough to bring the Korean boy out of his depression, but she didn't know what else to do. Somehow she knew that look in his eye from seeing it in Trowa's, and there had never been anything she could do about him either. She could see that look right now: a look that said, 'I'm leaving for awhile; got work to do.' "Trowa, are you going somewhere?" "Just going to find out where Quatre is. I'm sure he's fine, but I'll sleep better knowing for sure. I won't be long." He picked up some of the clothes she'd tossed on the floor and got dressed, and then he was out the door. "Be careful!" she yelled to him, but he probably didn't hear her. Why did this feel like it had during the war? They should be past all the conflict and worry now. At least Trowa had friends now, so he was doing better than he was during the wars. In any case, she knew from experience that there was nothing she could do about it, so she went back to removing Trowa's things from the room and replacing them with her own. He could move into one of the empty rooms on this floor when he got back. This room was just perfect for her! |
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