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| Quatre R. Winner | Fri Feb 26, 2010 3:35 pm Post #1 |
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Call me "Master"
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>> Quatre took orders from no one. It was true. Even as a young boy he did his own thing. Sure, you could appeal to his soft side and get him to do things for you out of pity. You could give him a sob story and he would choose to help you or abide by your wishes. However, when his father told him, "No, son, Earth and fighting and war. These things aren't for you." He gave him the proverbial flipping o' the bird. More or less. The same can be said when he saw the doctor on the way out of the hospital. The conversation was thus: "Young man, you are suffering from a bullet wound. I would advise you to stay in your room until you are fully healed." "I am afraid I have pressing matters to attend to." ( In Quatre speak, AKA "F*CK OFF.") And, by request, the blond grabbed a crutch and hobbled away to the elevators, leaving the doctor frustrated in the hallway. An hour later he made it to campus by way of miracles and lots of hopping along on one foot. A cold breeze swept through the trees and his hospital gown. He hadn't seemed to notice. He was running on pure adrenaline and grit determination. He had to find the others. He had to tell them what happened and that the danger they had suspected all along was real. He also had to figure out who that guy who took him to the nurse's office was. Maybe he could find the nurse and ask her his name... It was early morning and the campus was bare. Even the staffers hadn't stirred yet, leaving the buildings and walkways as bare as a ghost town. He sidled up to the damaged wall of the lab and looked around at the dawn-lit grassy field. Wait... was that... elephant poop? It was either that or an enormous termite hill that had sprung up in the clipper grass overnight. That meant the elephants were close by. Where there were elephants there was Catherine and Trowa. He followed the smell and the sound of happy crunching and splashing until he made it to the historical center and fountain where a few hulking gray figures had gathered to take a morning bath. He approached cautiously, worried they may mistake him for a mouse, and gave them a meek little wave. "Hi guys! Urm, Kenda. Have you seen Trowa?" |
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| Elva | Sat Feb 27, 2010 12:47 am Post #2 |
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Oooh, a great big marshmallow! Elva loved those, although she'd never seen one with legs before. But it was all white and fluffy, and reminded her of that two-legged thing sort of like this one that always had peanuts and soup. And that other one with the hay and the funny fur over his face. So she went over to it and raised her trunk. Those little fingers on the end of an elephant's trunk are so useful for picking up marshmallows! "♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫" she trumpeted as she approached. |
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| Trowa Barton | Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:26 am Post #3 |
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"Stop that, Elva. You don't know where he's been." Come to think of it, no one knew where Quatre had been. But here he was, and Trowa was greatly relieved. He'd come here to check on the elephants before starting his search for the missing pilot. What an amazing coincidence! "Quatre, you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Wu Fei came to my room tonight disguised as a Korean Jew and muttering something about people trying to lynch him. Also, Duo is missing, and I can't remember the last time I saw Heero. Erm...what's with the hospital gown?" Not that it wasn't fetching. Quatre had always had sexy legs. Unfortunately, one of them seemed to be dysfunctional at the moment. "Are you injured?" He began removing his turtleneck since it was really all he had to spare and Quatre looked cold. He liked flexing his muscles for Quatre anyhow, even in this weather. |
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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| Quatre R. Winner | Tue Mar 2, 2010 11:15 am Post #4 |
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Call me "Master"
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"Quatre, you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Wu Fei came to my room tonight disguised as a Korean Jew and muttering something about people trying to lynch him. Also, Duo is missing, and I can't remember the last time I saw Heero. Erm...what's with the hospital gown? Are you injured?" Oh, there was Trowa. Quatre wondered if Trowa was like a fairy or something. He always seemed to show up when he was summoned. He hoped he wasn't. If someone told Trowa they didn't believe in clowns he might die on the spot, and who knew how much clapping it would take to bring him back to life. "Trowa! Everyone is in serious danger. I was walking to class yesterday when I got shot in the leg. I didn't see the gunman, but some strange looking man was there a moment later to take me to the nurse. It felt like a set up. I haven't seen the other pilots, either. Last time I saw Heero he was in the library. Maybe we should check to see if he is still there? He might need our help." Besides, Quatre thought, it would be great to have another capable former pilot around. They needed weapons, and Quatre was most certain Heero had plenty of stuff stowed away in his shorts. In the middle of Quatre's internal ramblings a red light went off. He peered through his own eyes again to catch Trowa stripping his shirt off. His eyes widened and his nose itched as if ready for a nosebleed. Ah, those inflatable Trowa muscles. Quatre always forgot how deceivingly buff his friend was. If circumstances were a little different he would have suggested a stop on the way to the men's room for a little friendly exchange or two. Or twelve, but there was too much to do. Instead he took the turtleneck with a happy nod and shed his hospital gown in exchange for it. He tugged Trowa's warm shirt over his head and shoved his arms through the sleeves. Luckily he had been able to keep his bright pink boxers on from the hospital, so the hospital gown really wasn't needed anymore. He hooked it on to Elva's outstretched trunk and tugged the front of the shirt down. Funny, the thing looked huge on him, reaching halfway down his thigh. It looked oddly like a sweater dress. "Thanks, Trowa." He said brightly, tossing the crutch he had stolen from the ER to the side. "Let's find Heero. We really should start sticking together." He gestured towards the library before limping up behind Trowa. He pat his friend's super firm Trapezius muscle with a finger. "Mind giving me a lift?" Oh Quatre, using everyone to his advantage. ^___^; |
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| Trowa Barton | Tue Mar 2, 2010 11:32 pm Post #5 |
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"Trowa! Everyone is in serious danger. I was walking to class yesterday when I got shot in the leg. I didn't see the gunman, but some strange looking man was there a moment later to take me to the nurse. It felt like a set up." "What?" Someone had fired a weapon at the most adorable gundam pilot ever? And that's including all those other gundam series, too. "Should you be out of the hospital?" Come to think of it, it probably wasn't safe in a hospital if an assassin was looking for g-boys. "I haven't seen the other pilots, either. Last time I saw Heero he was in the library. Maybe we should check to see if he is still there? He might need our help." "Good idea." Especially since Heero was currently looking for Trowa in that other thread. The only problem was Quatre's bum leg. "Here, I'll carry you piggy back." Trowa went down on one knee—why was he always doing that for Quatre?—so the injured pilot could climb on his back. There was a distinct feeling of déjà vu; then Trowa remembered he'd done the same thing in a previous RP when the g-boys were searching for Treize and discovered the bastard had incredibly hot driveway tiles. It was no wonder Trowa had these evanescent muscles when he had to carry the other gundam pilots around all the time, like a beast of burden. It seemed to get him in good with the elephants, though, so he couldn't complain. "On to the library then." It was after midnight now, but something told him Heero would still be sitting there, reading a book. >> |
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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