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Post by iknowimagenius on Oct 19, 2005 15:20:15 GMT
Mei was board out of her goddamn mind!
Nothing new though, she seldom was amused by anything, seldom found joy much anymore, save when she was mixing, or playing... and even that began to try on her nerves. It felt as though her life was going nowhere, and she wished just for once, she had her grandfather to ask for advice. He always knew what to say or do.
She perched herself on a rather large piece of debris and enjoyed the lovely peace. No one was out here, it was quiet and lonely, and that more often than not, was better than being around people. You didn't have to explain yourself to the rocks and rubble. Not that she ever did anyway, she never explained to anyone, never spoke to others, save if she cared enough to do so. No, even her parents got barely a word a month from her.
Why did it feel like she was stuck in a giant rut that wouldn't let her go? She felt so very, useless.
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Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 20, 2005 16:47:51 GMT
He was watching her. Of course, Maxwell watched everyone that happened to wander into the ruins that wasn't a construction worker. It was to all extents and purposes *his* territory, and well. Lets face it, he was bored. Although his group was small, they worked apart most of the time only conviening when Max needed a little help. Oh sure, there was the *front* operation that had about 30 or forty members, mostly kids like her who were convicied that their own feeling of going no-where with thier life and inablity to understand why they weren't as happy as those around them was somehow linked to how everything was provided to them.
It was a pile of bullshit, of course. Your life is what you make of it, and even if there wasn't the fantastic standard of living that Medias was providing, they'd be whinging about how the government wasn't providing a standard of living. You've got to make your own challenges, it was part of life.
Of course, she couldn't see him. Max was several miles away watching her through an old pair of army issue binoculars. They were tiny, and a small click enhanced her image. No weapons. Nothing about her stance or poise suggesting she was looking for someone. She wasn't out here for him, that's all he needed to know.
The ruins of Old Medias aren't so much as ruins, many of the buildings are pretty much intact. Apart from the ones being bulldozed, obviously. It's more like a ghost town, although a few buildings are beginning to come apart at the seams because they were poorly built and hadn't been maintained for years.
Dark eyes drifted to the rooftop of an old apartment block that he stood on. He'd arranged to meet Nathan about half an hour ago, and the damn faggot still hadn't shown up. It had been several months since Max had last seen him, but he'd recently conveyed an order for some explosives to give to the "kids" (the afore mentioned discontents, mainly used to as decoy's and to plant bombs that the DPS could catch them for while the real work was going on.) And a special little thing for himself.
Course, his next need was of course to get someone inside the DPS, and he might just use Nathan for that as well. After all, the kid could play the part of a kiss-o-gram or stripper very easily. Turning he focused his Binoculars on the girl in the distance again.
Hadn't moved.
Definatly not looking for him.
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Oct 20, 2005 17:35:43 GMT
A duffel bag hung over his shoulder. He held onto it carefully so it wouldn't bump his leg when he hopped from one cracked rooftop to the one Maxwell, the boss-man, was perched upon. Grace met his landing, along with a crumbling sound. So directly after that was a bit of humiliation, as he let out a tiny squeak and leaped away from the three foot hole created by falling cement.
That single glazed over doll eye lowered with his ever-present blank stare down at his belly. Perhaps he needed to excersize more? He took a few steps in a circle. Arms stretched, toes meeting the rooftop well before his heels. He might have looked like he was trying ballet. No, still sexy. The slender youth did a twirl. Still gorgeous, yes.
Nathan was dressed in a pair of black cloth trousers with slits from the cuff to the knee, held at least partially closed with red netting. Stretched over his upper half, revealing that gorgeous little belly he loved so dearly was a black sleeveless shirt with the word 'incogneto' screened accross the front in cammo colors. See? Maxie told him to stop dressing in ways that attract attention. 'Incogneto' says it all. 'I'm not here, shh.' He also had a set of long black gloves over his arms, and a pale pink ribbon in the multi-hued brown hair that perpetually covered the left side of his face.
"I am here, oh neigh-swarthy-skinned poorly-paying employer of mine. You look as dashing as ever, the renegade with a cause look is always in style." His hips -which were very visible- swayed a bit with each step. He stopped just out of arm's reach. Though his face was void of expression, his one kohl-lined good eye glittered a bit. "I have the toys you wanted."
Of course, he won't give an explanation as to his lateness, unless asked. He's just that kinda guy.
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Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 20, 2005 18:16:59 GMT
He raised an eyebrow at Nate's ungainly apperance. He didn't particually care for it, and his style of dress was something he'd began to take with a pinch of salt. If it ever *did* really irritate him, Max would send the insufferable clown on a misson that the purpose of was to get caught, and await instructions.
Then he'd never send those instructions.
"It's spelt I N C O G N I T O." He stated bluntly, before turning away and peering through those binoculars at the girl in the distance. She'd got his curosity now, to be truthful. Why the hell all the way out here to brood and look miserable? Why not the city? it was easier to get to, and she must've hiked a fair bit, and just from her stance she didn't particually look the athletic type. These ruins were pretty close to the city though, the Housing Towers rearing up behind her and squashing the horizon.
Slipping the binoculars into his pocket he turned around, one hand coming up to move some black whisps of hair from his face, eyes staring, as usual, into a time and space that noone else could see.
"I trust you make them slightly easier for the kids to use this time. Last time they didn't blow anything up, which i must say is dissapointment. And the other one...How close does one need to be to detonate it? I remember you saying something about it's size meaning you have to be closer, or something."
Max wasn't stupid. He knew there were those out there better than him at various things. For a start, he was more than competent with computers. He'd been trained by the DPS, of course he was. He was exceedingly good at combat, and stratgey. But there was those who were better than him at computers, and at explosives. Nate was one such indivdual, and Max wouldn't deny the kid that arrogance.
But there wasn't anyone better than Max at plotting. There wasn't anyone better at Max than Tactics and stratgey in a war that he'd declared and no-one else knew about.
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Oct 20, 2005 19:30:19 GMT
To the spelling correction, Nate dropped his gaze down to his shirt thoughtfully. His voice, usually light and airy, was a bit mumbled at that moment. "Damn, do you know how much time I put into making this thing? Well maybe if they think I'm stupid, they won't suspect me of anything." He looked back up at Max thoughtfully. "In that sense, this shirt is truer than it appears."
He thrust the bag out to his boss unceremoniously. "For the kids, they are designed as tennis balls. With a clear green button on them. I all but wrote 'press me' on them. They press, then toss, then have about ten seconds to get the hell out of dodge before they explode. And for you, I have a special toy. "
Nate leaned over, making a good show of his ass in the process. However the deadly sexy weapon was aimed away from Maxie, as he was facing him. Poor Maxie. As he pulled up his left trouser leg, slender fingers curled around something he'd sewn inside. A very long string of beads. Very long. He had them hidden all throughout various seams in his trousers. The entire string was about twenty feet long, containing a great number of unobtrusively grey-shaded beads. Needless to say it took awhile to pull them all out. He must have looked like a bloody magician doing the kerchief trick. Once he finally straightened up, he started coiling the string around his hand with a casual air.
"There are a few thousand of these beads.. Inside of them is my special nitrocellulose blend. Each one creates a ten-foot explosion. This string they're on is what keeps them from being detonated." Once he got to the end of the string, he pointed to a cap he'd placed on either end to keep the beads from falling off. "They're clips, just squeeze the pointy end and take them off. Just be careful, right? The bead casing keeps them from exploding when dropped, but when you press the detonator button, every bead not on this string will go off regardless."
Next, he reached into his trouser pocket to pull out a small black box. About as thin as a cigarette case. He flipped the lid open with his thumb. Inside of the casing was a simple red button. "Detonator. For these tiny things, you'll want to be four blocks away at most." He stared off in the direction he saw Maxie looking off into earlier while he handed the explosives over.
He saw that girl on his way to the building, while he was doing his check to make sure he was alone. "Who does she think she is, staring off like Cinderella waiting for her prince to come.." He brushed a bit of hair from the right side of his face, actually showing a bit of expression. He'd wrinkled his nose. Now that is an accomplishment, to incite him into facial expression. "Not that I wouldn't bone her.. But I bet she has a nice big comfy bed at her home. I wonder what type of food she has in her cupboard.." His glassy green eye turned to Maxie. "I can pretend she's you." He had a bit of an impudent tone with that last statement.
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Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 20, 2005 19:48:42 GMT
He took the beads soundlessly, and then eyed the special, tiny toy that was needed for *exactly* what he wanted it for. A smirk danced over his lips and he took it into his hands, eyeing it. ok. So he had the beginnings of stage two, but how on earth to implment it?
No, not how. Who. He knew exactly what needed to be done. Exactly where the little device should go. But Max couldn't wander into the DPS building under some charade. He was too recognisable and going somewhere to get his apperance changed would have him spotted like a sore thumb. There was no covert operations, no Mafia, no underground world anymore. That was the problem. How inconsiderate of the Organising Body not to create one. The silence between them grew, and Max examined the little tiny explosive further. It was perfect.
As Nate began to witter on about the girl, her bed. Her food, his desire to screw anything that moved. A frown carressed his features briefly at the "pretend she was you" comment, but it died away, like most expression. A billion answers writhed through his head. One of which was, I would be shafting you, you miserable little cunt. But he dropped it. It wasn't a line of conversation he wanted to persue, because if he persuded it then the real possiblity of actually becoming friends with this Drag Queen loomed. Max didn't want friends. They just messed up his head and his thoughts.
"She's not out looking for us, so she's of little consequence. How good are you at inflitration?"
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Post by iknowimagenius on Oct 21, 2005 14:44:09 GMT
Mei rubbed the back of her neck and paced about, god why did she have that creepy feeling again? There was no way there was anyone else out here. She had to remind herself, that she was alone.
Well she hoped so anyway.
"Grandpa," She was murmuring softly, missing him in the worst way. It hadn't mattered, how badly her grandmother, or mother had talked of him, calling him a sneak and a liar. He was the best thing in the world, to a child who wanted to see and hear about the world. "What can I do now? I'm going nowhere, I don't want the love of people I don't even know. I want to do something, to change the world." Her eyes seemed to darken greatly. As if she might just bash her head against the wall any minute, but she was too tired for that. "I want things to be like they were. I want to stop being so, alone."
Alone, the word stung. Wasn't she forcing loneliness upon herself now? Yes, but she was lonely no matter where she was, wasn't she? In the clubs playing, in the park writing, and surrounded by her manager, and his underlings. She was still alone. At least this loneliness, left a chance to think. Think about how alone she was.
God, she really needed to stop thinking so much.
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Oct 23, 2005 8:56:27 GMT
"Well it all depends upon what you want me to infiltrate, Maxie. I'm the invisible man." He was stretching his arms absently out over his head at that moment, staring at them in contrast to the sky. He might have been stoned, or it might just not be his bag. Nate was always very good at pretending to be toasted. Though his glassy, far-away stare was something else entirely.
He wanted to be friends with Maxie. Well, he wanted to fuck his brains out on a regular basis. He doesn't hide that he thinks his boss is hot as all get-out. Not as hot as himself.. But still very hot and fuckable. If he weren't as approachable as a porcupine, that is. Forgive the pun, but it always nettled him a bit. More than a bit. So he takes enjoyment in poking him right back. Excuse that pun too.
He dropped his hands after a few moments' contemplation, turning that blank stare to Maxie once more. As he tilted his head to the left a fraction of an inch, he took a couple of steps closer. "There is something I've been meaning to ask you, oh exalted and scary-faced leader of mine." His gaze lowered as he reached into his trouser pocket, pulling out a small maroon ring box. He held it with both of his hands close to his chest while turning his eye back up to Max.
"I was wondering if I could have a request granted upon the occasion of my death during the call of duty, as I'm sure it's only a matter of time. I'm seeing our people sacrificed and thrown at the enemy like the Russians at Stalingrad, and I know I'm not that indisposable to the team." A vague smile curled at his lips. "And you know you like me. So could you have one little thing done for me?"
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Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 23, 2005 16:06:04 GMT
Max turned his head and fixed that dark gaze onto Nate. He glanced down at the ring box, and instantly knew he wanted to have nothing to do with anything personal that Faggot might ask him to do. He was still contimplating the best plan for getting Nate *into* the DPS office. Max could think about a lot of things at once. His fingers were intertwined with the long string of bead bombs that rested in his pocket. He'd be honest with the kid. Hell, Max had always been honest. It was one of his strange traits.
"The only reason that lot get sacrificed so much is because the only thing they *are* good for is keeping the DPS busy with their little deaths and their little bombings. They want to rebel, they're rebeling in the best way."
With that he paused, eyes fixing onto Nate and his mind drifting away. There was something about the boy that he liked, although he'd never admit it. The silence continued to grow as Max tried for a few minutes to figure out what that was, before finally giving up. Maybe the little poofter's personality had just grown on him or something.
"You, however, are not expendable. But if your so convinced your going to die and that I'm not, what is it?"
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Post by kaida on Oct 23, 2005 16:28:38 GMT
Activity was slow lately. The Stoneage had to keep quiet for a spell. Just till things level out with the authorities. If anything new was to pop up, Max would eventually tell her. But she never pushed him. Not a smart thing.
The ladder to the roof was rusty and old. it wouldn't last much longer, as much as it was used. It held pretty sturdy for now. But sturdy things always become unstable. Heh. Like say, her mind? She'd been silently perched half way up it. Waiting for any sign from Max that they'd get a chance to attack something. Or to Nate's enjoyment, blow something up. Kaida, to be truthful, was wary of Nate. Yet just like everything else she thought, she kept it in her head. The only person she truly talked to, was Max. And even still, it was minimal.
Breezes blew strands of very light brown hair in front of her gaze, knocking her out of her daze. The world was too quiet. Which meant nothing what-so-ever was happening. The youth climbed the rest of the ladder. Even with her old messed up combat boots, she did it with agililty. Yeah, it was true. Her clothes were another example of sturdyness. Though they's lasted pretty good so far. Time would tell. Kaida hopped the legde only to grab it again to avoid a newly made hole. *perfect. If this place wasn't coming apart enough already.* Mental roll of the eyes. Carefully not to make any distinguished noise, the youth made it to where Max was crouched, and sat beside him, though still at a fair distance. "Nate being bothersome again?" She turned hazel eyes to the rock-star wanna-be, a smirk playing them, while her lips stayed normal.
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Oct 23, 2005 16:59:08 GMT
Not expendable. Is that what he said? After all that silence like he was just mustering up the strength to say something nice? Was that Maxie's version of a compliment? For the first time in ages, a full expression graced his half-hidden features in the form of a grin. "You -do- like me, I knew it. I'm just that charming, aren't I." He might have used that grin and narcissistic attitude to mask what was dangerously close to being a real smile of gratitude. Though there isn't any denying that he does love himself that much.
His grin was gone just after that statement. Back to the blank doll-like look. Don't want to overdo it, Maxie would be very likely to say 'fuck it', then. He thrust out the tiny box with both hands as he had done the bag earlier. Inside of that tiny box would be a little blue firecracker. "This is the last thing my father ever gave me.. I won't bore you with the story, if it helps. Just light it for me after my last explosion and I won't haunt you."
He hadn't met his gaze since he held the box out, just stared at his feet. Then he went silent for a few moments. Kind of pulling a Maxie there, huh. The man loves his semi-uncomfortable silences. He knew it was during those times Maxie's little gears were turning in his head, though. And he let Maxie do all of the plotting and masterminding he needed. "I'm a hundred percent certain that I'll die and you won't, Maxie.. You're the smartest out of all of us."
And then his gaze snapped up. He'd just pretended until that point the girl hadn't been there. Modifying his apparent perception of reality is another thing he does well. Though he was well aware of her presance the entire time. Even though his face had kept a perfect level of non-expression, one might see a glint of something in that glassy eye. "Speaking of bothersome.. Who invited you?" Beauty of Nate is his temperature switch. This wouldn't be the first time he's been cold to her, but just as often he would try to get into her bed.
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Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 23, 2005 17:21:42 GMT
Max took the little firecracker in it's box without comment, and it vanished away into one of the many pockets about his person. That was another thing about Max. He had pockets, of course. On the combats and the trenchcoat, but there were many more than there appeared to be, and they always seemed perfectly seamless, probably because they were so deep.
When Kaida had aproached he'd handed her the binoculars with a gesture that she should look over at the girl. If that girl sitting in the distance, which in his mind he'd dubbed Cinderella (thank you nate), had been in his life recently, then Kaida would know. Max had an unreal memory, but he couldn't be expected to keep tabs on everyone. And besides, the way that girl was acting so pouty, and he could tell from her stiff movements that she was now paranoid, she acted as if she was expecting something. Maybe one of the kids had picked up a straggler and wanted them enrolled.
Whatever it was, Kaida would know. She was the medic, but in a strange way through everything they'd worked for, she was also Max's secretary. After all, it had been *her* that had found and caught Mister Davis and made his dental teeth match Maxwell's.
"I told her to come here Nate." He said softly, catching that glint. The boy was a strange one, and these two more often than not spatted. Which was annoying, because if Max sat on a throne, these two would be on his left and his right. A long sigh fell from his lips and he turned again, letting those dark eyes focus on the girl in the distance.
"Anyone feel like a little target practise? A little exercise, perhaps?" He asked, a slightly cruel smirk dancing over his lips. He'd talk about Nate's little...infiltration when he'd worked it out a little more. After all, if Nate said he was good, Max had known the boy long enough to know that he was good. But no matter how good the boy was, there was someone who was suspicious of everyone at DPS.
Eric.
But that would be dealt with later.
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Oct 23, 2005 17:58:28 GMT
"Oooooh." Target practice. That just peaked his interest completely. "I have had a new projectile I've been wanting to test out." His hips swayed a little as he moved to the edge of the roof, staring out at the little ant person in the distance. He would wait until Kaida gave the 'okay', but only reluctantly.
That didn't stop him from leaning over as he had earlier again. Bending at the waist in that 'look at my sexy deriare' style of his. He pulled what looked like a flare gun out of his boot. "Maxie, can I?"
Yet again he was casting not a look or word in Kaida's direction. He had no real problem with her, aside from that she seemed to have such a problem with him. He had absolutely no reason to feel rivalry or jealousy since he knew she was no more special to anyone than he was himself. That snide attitude did get on his nerves. He thought without it, she might just be almost as sexy as Maxie.
Even though he only had one good eye, he held his vision in high reguards. He held his left arm crooked in front of himself, steadying the barrel of his homemade gun against his wrist. Another beauty of his gun was that the foldable crosshairs he'd stuck on were placed just so to account for his lack of sight on the left. "I can see a million different ways to kill her right now."
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Post by kaida on Oct 23, 2005 18:08:00 GMT
Kaida took the binoculars with a sarcastic smile to the overly-dressed clown a few feet away from her. Though she didn't *hate* him, she did find it very difficult to get along with him. Which was on her part, a scale between fun, and annoying. Either way, she'd set aggravation aside for now. Kaida rolled over on her stomach and looked through the binoculars at the girl Max motioned to. No sudden spark. Her theory? Lost little girl. Trying to escape life. Might be useful. May pose a threat. But then, thinking was Max's thing. Healing and slitting throats were hers.
She rolled over and handed the Binoculars back to Max and shrugged. "Doesn't ring any visual bells." kaida shrugged and sat up, with a quick glance at Nate. "My guess....wandered away from the city. Definitly not a system lover....but no exactly aware of us either." Hazel eyes watched Max closely for any hint of spark in her evaluation. If he told her to, she'd die trying to rid the world of the DPS....and she'd also turn the girl into something useful. Her life dangled as a string attatched to his finger. yet she only saw him as an older-brother figure. Thoughts that would never reach public ears.
Silently...she'd wait. While biting back a remark she could have thrown at Nate's quickness to kill the girl. Though to her, shooting was nowhere as fun as using a flat, cold, steel blade. let Nate have his fun. "Want to get rid of her, Max? Might be a bit of sport considering the lack of action lately..." hand slipped to the handle of her side gun despite her urge to handle this with a blade.
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Post by iknowimagenius on Oct 23, 2005 18:23:09 GMT
Mei shuddered. She hated that feeling.
She sat herself back down, toying with her hair, braiding and unbraiding it in multiple ways. An odd sort of talent that led to no real good in particular, except to keep her hands from shaking. Such a feeling of impending danger. On her behalf? Maybe.
Didn't matter did it? Not like she was worth much right now. Oh sure a few fans loved her, and her manager would adore her if she died, her record would probably sky rocket in popularity, she'd only put out two- and yet she didn't want to go yet. Some particle of her being, wanted to do something, anything, worthwhile.
To be useful, was man's greatest aspiration. To be useful, and remembered.
Grandpa had always said such things, and they made sense to her now, more than ever. It was only the dull, the mindless and simple, that were happy enough with whatever was given to them. She doubted her parents would stir even a muscle if they'd found out she'd died, so long as they could keep farming.
It felt like forever was trudging on with weights on its feet and a load on its back.
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