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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Nov 1, 2005 18:07:56 GMT
Food court. That's where Nate was stationed. Well not so much stationed, as he was chowing down on some cheese drenched chips there. Literally surrounded by shopping bags. Surprisingly enough he hadn't spent that much, he bought rolls of cloth instead of clothes, and a great many little objects he planned on dissecting for parts from the electronics store.
He was dressed in a very dark short pink tulle skirt over a pair of black lacy panties, and black-and-pink striped stockings that reached his thighs. He had on a pair of tall black leather combat boots upon his feet, the laces the same shade of pink as the skirt. On his upper half was a black beater, the bottom half of it sheared violently off to show his stomach. Which he did of course keep well-toned. The front of the beater had a pink skull painted on. Spikes graced his neck and wrists, the inch-long type. He also wore a wig. Ironed-straight pink hair that reached his shoulders. Over his left eye was a black patch with a pink cross decorating it. On his lips was pale pink gloss yet again, and his right eye had dark Kohl lining it all around. Pale pink eyeshadow. Nate had style, that he did. A very odd sort of style.
While he paused eating to sip at his fountain soda, that good eye was constantly scanning his surroundings. Despite the way he looks, despite that glassy stare of a possible drug-addict, he was very aware of everything going on around him. Calculating, as if everything as his mind saw it was in blueprint form.
Shopping. Nate did love this part of the week, where he could get new supplies and things to make clothes from. everything he wore he made himself. Including the fingerless black leather gloves on his hands, and the sparkling rhinestone tiara in his hair. Though as usual, everything served a purpose. And everything was rigged to either explode or trigger an explosion somewhere. Nate would have bad luck caught in a fire, he might take out an entire city block.
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Post by triss on Nov 1, 2005 19:22:35 GMT
Well anyway, there was this kid and this adult, the kid had just moved in with the adult and the adult was taking the kid out shopping for things he needed for his room. There we go, the entire reason as to why this kid was at the mall with an adult. Usually if Tristian was shopping for anything other than things for his room he would have gone alone. Usually, he was shopping for things like food, clothes , rentals manga and material for his cosplay costume. In his hand was a bag from a fabric shop, with a considerable amount of thick brown fuzzy material. What in all the hells could he possibly be dressing up as?
No there wasnt any furry fetishes here, just the desire to dress up as a small furry alien from one of his favourite videogames, We Heart Katamari, a game in wich you roll up balls of stuff to toss it into the cosmos and make a planet star comet or stardust. The game in itsself had simple gameplay, but in his eyes it was probabl one of the best games ever created, next to the zelda series, wich he held close to his heart, yeah that was him, the little anime nerd, looking awfully small walking next to the tall adult.
It wasnt just that he was standing by an adult, he WAS on the shorter side. Young Tristian stood at only around 5'4 and weighed a pathetic 110 lbs, physical features that were almost impossible to see under his mountain of clothing. The young boy certainly ate well, but no matter how many times he tried to put on weight it just never seemed to work. Tristian was what one would call self conscious, as were most teens about their body. There wasnt any skin showed on Tristian past his neck, head hands and sometimes his arms and legs, and luckily his costume covered absolutely anything. His face couldnt even be seen, not even his hands were to show, it wasgoing to be boiling hot insidethe costume, but it was alright, he may as well have bought the material because him and Eric were out shopping anyway, visiting a handful of shops, for paint, dressers and new clothes, because if you looked at the baggy pants and sweaters the kid wore it was obvious that he needed it.
So he was walking about, and saw a guy in pink, in a skirt and the like. This didnt disturb him at all, and heck, he really liked pink. As he was thinking about how much he loved pink, his thoughts were interrupted by a large growl. His tiny tummy was hungry, and being the kid that tried his best to stay out of the way he wasnt going to ask to stop by the food court, besides he couldnt eat any fast food, it hurt his delicate tummy.
( Ick had to repost twice...heres the post finally)
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Post by Eric on Nov 1, 2005 19:41:12 GMT
He had a handful of bags. And two dogs walking at his heel. Jenny stayed right close by Eric's left leg (bags were carried in his right) and tended to growl at anyone who got too close. Meg trotted back and forth, but never more than three meters away from the DPS officer. Jenny was a tan coloured mongrol with a hell-uve a lot of greyhound in her from that shape, and Meg was an 8 month old english sheep dog pup. (think the dulux dog, only her hair was shorter and curlier, and slightly messier.)
Eric reckoned Meg's intellegence was half as long as whatever you hit her with. That cruel comment aside, we'll describe Eric's outfit. Hair was pulled back, like it always was, with a red band around his forehead keeping the majority of the large fringe out of his green eyes. Majority, I say, still great locks fell into it. His clothes were much more casual, a pair of lazy black jeans that were tight, but not too tight because Eric liked to be able to move. His DPS issue military black boots, and a plain ol' black muscle shirt under a leather jacket. Eric wasn't one for flamboyant clothing, he worked to hard from flamboyant clothing.
Green eyes followed Tristian's direction to the guy in pink, and he pointedly moved over to the side between Triss and the weird freak, steering Triss in the opposite direction to the chairs at the other end of the foorcourt. He sat. The dogs sat, hopefully triss sat as well. Eric dumped the bags and stretched, raising a final eyebrow at the pink monstrosity before turning his eyes to Triss.
"What do you want to eat?"
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Nov 1, 2005 20:04:51 GMT
Was that.. No, it couldn't be. With the little feller. He recognized the redhead right away. That was Maxie's nemesis, his storybook foil. Oh now this definitely had turned into an interesting day at the mall. He recognized the look from the third dog of the group -- the DPS dog --. Disgust, was it? Jealous, must have been. Not everyone can look so pretty in so much pink.
Leaning back in his chair, he folded one thigh over the other in a definite feminine manner, studying the two. As well as the puppies. Nate and animals.. Well they didn't get along well. Dogs usually didn't like his explosives scent even if he did wear cologne, all those explosives had to carry some oder even if humans couldn't smell it. He didn't hate dogs.. But he was more of a cat person. Dogs slobbered and had no free will. Lived for their masters. Kind of like the DPS, or Maxie's mindless drones.
An amused little grin curled glossed lips as he munched on another cheese chip. What to do, what to do.. Maxie would kill him if he did anything high-profile, wouldn't he. Oh but he wanted to play! Finally slipping out of his chair and gathering up his bags, he sashayed his way over to the four, stopping a foot from the more friendly looking dog, holding out his hand palm-up. Leaned at the waist of course, but that gorgeous ass was pointed away from them. He spoke in a sweet soft tone. "Aren't you the sweetest thing?" That one doll-like eye turned up to it's red-haired master. "Can I pet it?"
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Post by darkhairedangel on Nov 1, 2005 20:27:15 GMT
Ever have one of those days where you were in the absolute worst place at the worst time? Reverence had them a lot.
Like the people at work weren't bad enough but at least there was this day off to make things better. Eric had promised to keep her updated right? Well something like that anyway, but none the less, she still couldn't help but keep thinking about it. It was like a breakthrough was on the tip of her brain, and she couldn't reach it.
Reverence really didn't shop much. A few new outfits every blue moon, to replace the old worn out ones, a new cross word puzzle, or photo shop program. Even the occasionally good book. OK, so there hadn't been any good releases in books, movies, entertainment or anything else like that in a long time, but here was for hoping. God, the entire world changes around you and they still put out crap.
She grabbed a fruit drink from a shop and continued her walking, she had only gotten a new notebook or two, and some pens, things to keep her ever changing notes in. Heaven's she wrote a lot, an entire cabinet full of three subject notebooks to be exact. Computer programs, new idea's for tracking codes and monitoring things. Even things, that sparked from her past, so she wouldn't forget them. Though she had an excellent memory, it was always good to be safe.
Now what was this, that distracted her severely from her musings. Oh dear sweet lord, who the fuck was that!? And why was he by Eric for more than a fraction of a second. Oh and there was the absolutely most adorable girl, no wait, boy with him too. How nice it must be, to be around the young. They were always so exuberant, full of life and innocent. She highly doubted, that she herself, had ever been a child like that.
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Post by triss on Nov 1, 2005 20:36:07 GMT
Tristian was far too busy thinking about things that needed to be done, his costume ,his room, his homework, everything. His costume was a complicated one, he was somehow supposed to creat a furry cone head thing for him to wear, how the hell was he supposedto figure that out?
All in all the kid nlooked really spaced out. His eyes were deep brown and wide, constantly staring at everything or nothing at all, Tristian was busy visually stimulating himself, watching the people walk, the different colours on the shop signs, everything was gawked at at least once, especially the bright pink person standing in front of him.
It was odd, he was lookin at him, a breif glance so this man wouldnt get the idea that he was checking him out ( even though he was hot) but something wasnt right. Tristian wasnt at all judgemental, he wasnt a snob or a mean person in any way shape or form, but he was getting a bad vibe about this man, something that bugged him. He wasnt sure if it was because his tummy was empty and that he was hungry, but this man made him uneasy, hopefully he would pet the dog, get something to eat and leave.
" A sub would be nice"
He would like to eat a sub, a seafood sub, with crab and salmon, and mayo, some cucumbers and green bell peppers. The subs were the only thing he would eat at the mall, it wasnt reaaallllyyy fast food and probably the only thing in the mall he could stomach, and it was cheap, and delicious.
Soon his mind couldnt think about the man before him. He would trust this man as far as he could throw him, but the food was more important. A seafood sub sounded real good about now.
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Post by Eric on Nov 1, 2005 20:49:18 GMT
Eric frowned when Meg's tail began to wag and she approached Nate. It wasn't known, Eric had never told anyone, or advertised the fact, and besides, no-one *asked*. Max had turned up at his apartment. With Meg under his arm 7 months ago, just before all this shit started, so it was likely meg remembered Max's smell and could smell him about him. Eric's voice shot out before Nate's hand fell and called the dog back in a low voice that sounded more like a growl than anything else.
"Meg..." The Puppy pricked it's ears, and glanced back to Nate, before trotting off to Eric and sitting down beside him. The low sound that had been on the edge of hearing was picking up. Jenny, the other dog, had her eyes trained on Nate, head dipped, tail up, and standing on all fours. She was growling too. This told Eric one thing.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his card, and slid it over to Triss. "Triss. Go get yourself a sub. And me one too. Take your time about it, ok? And don't walk out of my site."
He waited until Triss had headed over to the subway stand, and was out of ear shot before his hand settled on Jenny's head and she instantly stopped growling. Eric glanced in the boys direction, and failed to see Zaleman. He fished for a cigarette. Out of habit stretching his arm out and offering the packet to Nate while he lit up. Head dipped away, thinking. (In a strange way similar to someone else that Nate knew...)
"You've got explosives on you deary." He mused quietly, green eyes fixing onto Nate. "And I don't appreciate that."
He couldn't be 100% sure that this guy was part of stoneage, but if Meg was familar with the scent, and Meg was generally a rather shy puppy, there was something there. Triss's bad vibe was right, at least in Eric's opinon.
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Nov 1, 2005 21:01:44 GMT
Child indeed. Some 'children' as they're thought of could far surpass the maturity of so-called 'adults'. Nathan's low maturity level was due to high vanity and narcissism. And the love of making things go boom. But when he needed to be, he could be as adult as any old man Eric or Maxie's age. Nate lowered to a crouch, pulling his skirt down a bit so not to flash everyone in the mall. Is that modesty? Gasp. No not really. Sometimes less is more, right? Leave them with a little glimpse then wanting more.
His hand had nearly touched the dog's nose when he heard the gruff tone of the DPS agent. S'not like he was going to hurt it, how offensive. That one green eye slid from the dog Eric called back, back up to it's master. He didn't seem to pay any mind to the growling dog, he actually felt a little disappointed he couldn't pet the friendly one.
He slid up to stand slowly, as always with an almost liquid grace. Slender fingers curled around one of the offered cigs with a more genuine smile to the familiar look Eric had for a moment there. Though that smile was gone very quickly and he placed the cigarette between his lips, fishing his own lighter from behind his tiara. A little rhinestoned thing he lit it with. Placed directly back where he'd pulled it from as he took a drag. Nate is one who doesn't need no stinkin pockets.
He was a little surprised at Eric's comment about the explosives, though his face didn't show a hint of it. Perhaps a twitch of a brow. Yeah that's about right. Realizing that was why the dog was growling explained it though. "It's a hobby. I always wanted to work with them, dismantling and defusing them. But I don't know where I could go to do that." He spoke with a casual air while taking another drag from his cigarette, watching the boy with Eric. "He's cute, is he your boy-toy or is he free?" He found expression again in a little smile as he looked back at Eric.
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Post by darkhairedangel on Nov 1, 2005 21:09:07 GMT
Rev decided to check this kid out first, he seemed lonely anyhow, and she could surely relate to that. Being everyone's little princess in the mob, was a lonely job. And thats really all it had been too, a job.
Well he was either lonely, or zoning out, and she did that too, but because she had many pressing matters on her mind, not many of which really, truly concerned her. Didn't matter though, if it stuck in her mind, she was going to think about it. Anyhow, what could a kid be thinking so intently on? Who knew, but suddenly, as she watched him approach the sub place, a craving kicked in and she realized she hadn't eaten yet.
So she followed up behind him, and thought that she might have a chicken sub. With lots of fixings for, even with all her health conscious ways, she could still eat anyone under the table.
"Hey if you like the subs, you should really try them with ranch dressing, its great." She smiled warmly at triss, a friendly, sort of cheery smile. After all, if Eric was here, and so was this cute kid, this day could actually turn out decent. She held out her hand with a interested expression. "My names Reverence, Rev if you don't want a mouthful to say. I work near Eric, I take it all those shopping bags are yours right?"
She knew very well, that there was no way Eric, or any other guy save a teenager, would shop that much.
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Post by triss on Nov 1, 2005 21:35:39 GMT
Take your time okay? Sure he would take his time, he would take his time for Eric top talk to the stranger he decided he didnt like. Sure he was dressed up pretty beat like but there was just something about him, in the way he carried himself, the way he spoke but most importantly it was in the eyes, the way they watched. They werent the innocent wide eyed stare into nowhere like Tristians, the eyes hid something behind them, plotting. One thing was for sure, this guy knew something Triss and Eric didnt, and he didnt like it at all.
Well so now that he had alll the time in the world to go from the subs and back, whats a kid to do? Well, he oggled the tables, more lights, more people talking. He was listening to some guy talk about how he neutered his cat awhile back, and how his house wreaked of cat piss. There was a guy behind him waiting in line for a sub, obese, balding with a million sweat stains on his shirt and, god knows what else. Maybe he was trying the subway diet, he looked like he needed it, and he was watching him too.
As for Eric, what would a guy like him like? There was a spicey chicken sub, the seafood sub he was getting and then there was a meat lovers sub, toasted italian bun, with a zillion different types of meat. Tristian thought it was disgusting, but the meat sub did sound well, manly, maybe Eric would like it, so he bought himself the subs, when some random ass chick talked to him.
Well she knew Eric and that was good enough, a friend of Eric;s was a friend of his. Heck he didnt know if she was a friend or not, but she seemed friendly enough, there werent any bad vibes from her like there was Tristian. Flashing her a sweet little smile, hed cock his head to the side happily and answer her.
" Hey Rev sup? Yeah the bags are mine, doin some shoppin, yourself?"
See? Nice and socialable, just as he should be. He eyed Eric, and saw that he was still talking to the stranger. Should he go back or should he stay and chat with this Reverance chick? BUT it would be nice if she came along with him? Wouldnt that be sweet, if they could just sit about and eat a sub? But she said she just worked with him, nothing about them being friends, he wasnt going to risk it.
" Well I gotta jet, see ya."
And made his way towards Eric.
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Post by Eric on Nov 1, 2005 22:16:32 GMT
Eric growled. Nate had gone a step too far, and as a result Eric was going to do something he regretted. Nate had made a personal dig. The explosives expert was about to learn that you didn't bait Eric in any shape or form, because he normally bit. He hadn't wanted it happen this way. He'd wanted to milk some information out this guy and then let it sink. But, failing that, what he was going to do next would bring Maxwell knocking on his door, or indeed, straight to the DPS building to let the little queen out.
He moved quickly, one hand snaking out and grabbing Nate's pretty shirt, crushing it in a fist and ruining it, in all likelyhood. Eric's other hand came around, palm forwards and snapping under Nathan's chin, heel of it smashing the youth's head back. When he sagged he caught him though, not allowing him to hit the ground. Like Max, Eric's movements were conservative and quick. Yet powerful, despite the minimal execution of movement.
Their cigarettes flumped down to the ground, and both dogs were barking now, nearly running in circles at their master's sudden outburt of fury. Reaching into his pocket Eric pulled out his DPS badge, flipped it open and flashed it briefly in front of Nate's face.
"My name's Eric Latner, and I'm a DPS agent. I'm arressting you under suspicion, and indeed proof, of possession of explosive devices under the Fire Arm act. You'll be placed into prison without bail, all artefacts about your person will be confiscated, and if you try anything funny, my dog is trained to go for the bollocks. In other words, *your fucking nicked chum*. Max isn't going to be impressed with you, is he? "
Twisting Nate back upright he pulled his hands behind his back, pulled Jenny's lead from his pocket, and bound Nathan's hands in the synthetic stiff material pretty tightly. He didn't have his gun on him, although he would've loved to at this point, but it wasn't far to the DPS building from here. Eyes flickered to Triss and Zaleman, and suddenly Eric was groping for words.
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Post by darkhairedangel on Nov 2, 2005 2:13:07 GMT
Reverence watched the scene with disdain. If this guy had been as bad as she thought- wait, yes he was. Obviously if Eric was arresting him. She trusted Eric's judgment, just like everyone else.
She followed Triss back over and gave a calm smile, things could have been so much worse, couldn't they have? Certainly. She set her food down and glanced over the whole scenario, her mind racing to think carefully of what to say.
"I suppose I should say good job, but I won't because I haven't a clue what's going on." She said though clearly the words, 'but-I-have-an-idea' should have been tacked on to the end. "Listen, you can go ahead with him." She nodded. "I'm sure Triss can manage, or else I can bring him back to your place if you like. It looks like you might be awhile."
She wanted to help, truth be told, and it was the only thing she could think of, to keep the tense silence from growing. That was the last thing she wanted.
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Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Nov 3, 2005 16:06:02 GMT
Despite the pain from being punched like that and the outrage that it was his -face- hit when he had so many other places easier to cover, Nate didn't put up much of a fight. Well aside from a bit of thrashing at first until a growling dog and the promise of his jewels being removed calmed him.
He could take two separate courses of action, here.. Threaten to blow them all to kingdom come, and just end up having Eric's suspicions of him being with Stoneage confirmed and then he'd have his head smashed into a table, or play dumb. And then still be suspected and possibly have his head smashed into a table but at least he could show some loyalty to Maxie by pretending he doesn't know who the fuck he is.
"Who? What are you talking about, I told you why I have them!" Ducking his head down, he glared through his hair at the pretty young boy. Little pouf looked like he'd just seen someone murdered, how pathetic. When Nate started crying then, they were genuine tears, genuine fear. He didn't sob, but wetness did course down his cheek and wet his eye patch. "I didn't do anything, I said I wanted to help with this stuff.. I'm serious, I don't want to go to jail!" And the Oscar goes to..
He turned his one good eye up to the woman. She looked kind, unlike that catty bitch who he knows is just going to have a field day over this back at base. "I just talk big, you know? You look reasonable, help me. This guy'll kill me." He turned his gaze back to Eric, pulling at the bindings on his wrist with a little sniffle. "What if I take back what I said about the kid? I didn't mean it you know."
He could see it all now. Nate got captured. Kaida's more than overjoyed to tell Maxie all about it, even though she'll keep a serious face. There will be remarks thrown about everywhere about how stupid he is, then.. Well they'd have to find a new bomb expert, obviously. Maxie would pace and curse, but what would make him daft enough to go fetch him after his face is put with big red flags all over it into the system? He could get Kaida to infiltrate and stick to the original plan. Nate would rot in his little cell until Maxie's victorious in his grand plan. By then they'd have all forgotten about the twit and he'd run off to some big city somewhere else and finally die the way he wants. That little fantasy was actually the best case scenario he could think of.
He cursed himself for not putting any triggers in his gloves. Maxie would hate him for doing off his arch nemesis himself anyway, even if he was dead too. So in which case he wouldn't care, but he couldn't anyway. It would be embarrassing being stripped to his skivvies and cavity searched. Maybe they wouldn't.. They probably would. Think pleasant thoughts. Maybe the cavity search will be fun, yeah.
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Post by triss on Nov 9, 2005 11:44:28 GMT
So, there he was, walking on his way to Eric with a tray of food in his hands. One a seafood sub, another a meat lovers sub. Tristian had gotten himself a large carton of milk, and Eric a large cola, he looked like the type to eat alot. Even if he wasn't Eric was working hard to put his room together, and he deserved some extra helpings. Tristian simple couldnt imagine Eric eating a teeny weeny sub with a tiny little drink, in his head it just didnt work. It was beyond Tristian how people could do anything at all on an empty stomach, it wasz just how he was.
Often the young boy found that he couldnt perform well without a bite to eat,and when he was cranky and about to rip something to shreds, it was food that always tamed him. No, he wasn;t the type to eat emotionally when he was depressed, it was just how he was. Heck he even had girls at school envying his ability to eat and eat without gaining a single pound. But the difference between him and them, was every single morsel that touched his lips, was healthy, no fast food.
Today was different, he was hungry and at a mall, besides he'd hardly consider a sub fast food right, it was still healthy.Now, he wasn;t sure if him and Eric would even have the chance to eat the food now. There he stood, shocked at what he saw, wondering what to do with the tray of food and what to do with himself.
" Um...E-Eric?"
He knew this was Eric's job but the sudden violent outburst did startle him. Maybe they can eat the food later but for now he didnt know what to do with himself. Where should he go, should he wait here or should ge tag along? Well if Eric needed him to do something, he would definetly speak up, until then he would stand and wait to be told what to do.
He knew this guy was trouble since he laid eyes on him, at least he could be comfortable knowing that he was right.
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Post by Eric on Nov 10, 2005 9:34:00 GMT
"Will you shut the fuck up!" Eric snapped at Nate, one hand moving to the back of his head and curling through hair to force it down roughly. Theatrical tears. Pleads of only wanting to help. No sensible person would be walking about with a pile of explosive on them in an "attempt to help." Sure, helping something else, but not the general stablity of the city, that was for sure.
"Triss, I'm sorry. Can you do me a favour and take this stuff home? I'll get Zaleman to give you a hand, if she doesn't mind. Take Meg as well." The puppy had scooted around behind Tristian by now anyway. Jenny could handle Eric in a bad mood, she was a working dog after all. But Meg was just a baby and took fright whenever he did. "She'll need lots of cuddlings and lovings...And I'll be home as soon as I can, ok?"
Eyes moved to Zaleman and gave her a long look as if to say, 'Thanks', and then moved off, practically dragging Nate with him and cursing under his breath. There was a direct line to the DPS head quarters from the Mall, and although they'd get weird looks on the subway, it didn't really mattered because lets face it, Eric and Nate would get weird looks anyway.
"Damn, I wish I'd thought to have brought my gun with me." He growled under his breath, jenny trotting obdiently along behind him.
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