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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 13, 2010 23:04:49 GMT -5
Michael laughed, "You think that was the only phone here?" he asked, pulling his cellphone from his pocket. "I'm not stupid." he said, putting it back.
Suddenly clapping could be heard as young boy with shaggy brown hair walked from the shadows. The boy had a sword starpped to his back, this child was indeed Foster Faith. Unknown to Michael, his little brother. Foster smiled, "I think your pretty stupid. Telling the girl you had other phone." he said, his hands in his pockets. As he jumped, and sat on a near by table. "Besides, seems your out matched. She's smaller and faster. Stealing things is up her line of work. Meaning these kinds of things happened a lot." he mused with a yawn.
Michael looked at the kid, "Who the hell are you?"
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 13, 2010 23:38:26 GMT -5
Tekka gave the new boy (younger by the look of him) a bit of a miffed look. "Gee, thanks for telling him my strengths kid." She was a little more than annoyed now. Things didn't seem to be going smooth, and Tekka always left a good amount of room for improvising so that was a VERY bad sign. Still, the thief was a bit too stubborn to give up. "Who are you anyway?" Tekka didn't like the look of that sword, she had a bad feeling that she should have kept her gun on her this evening. The same sort of feeling she got when she saw Hana's true colors, a creeping feeling of ants on her spine. She didn't like this, not one bit.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 13, 2010 23:56:56 GMT -5
Foster grinned at Michael, and blow a kiss at Tekka. "Go ahead and kill them Foster. Paint their blood on the walls." spoke Death the voice inside Foster's head. He ignored Death for the moment, he'd do things this way....for now. The psycopath jumped down from the table, and placed his hands on his hips. His right hand pushing against his hidden gun, which he barely used. "I'm Foster I'd say my last name, but sadly it's lost. Lost in time, and in my memories. I guess that stuff happens when you hear things." he mussed. Taking the sword from his back, he played with it. Before looking at Tekka's reflection on the blade.
Michael didn't like this, not one bit. This kid gave him the willes, which was within reason. He had sword on his back, and hinted at him hearing voice. Besides he seem to know to much, how long had he been watching? "Well Foster I'm..."
"Your Michael, and that beautiful lady over there is Tekka. How do I know? I've been watching you two some time now. Going back and foruth about calling the cops." he said. The young boy, grinned a rather twisted girn. "That card game you played Michael....It was set so you'd win. You removed a Joker before it started, and yet that Joker was from a different deck. Making Tekka think Jokers weren't allowed. So you'd win no matter what she guessed." he looked at Michael. "I hate rigged games." said Foster with s yawn. "So I have an Idea. Let's play other game, however this game ends in death."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 14, 2010 15:43:18 GMT -5
Tekka's hand twitched as she resisted balling it up into a fist, the attempt failed and her fingers curled up into the roughly-circular shape oh-so useful for hitting things. She wasn't about to charge at the boy however, that would have been incredibly stupid. Last she checked, normal people didn't hear voices, forget their last name, or carry around swords.
She chuckled to herself. "Russian Ruelette?" She tried, smirking. "Kid, I'm not crazy enough to bet my life on a game of ANY sort, though if ya want, I could hook ya up with a nice little serial killer and we can all be on our merry way." The sad part of this was that she wasn't joking about any of it.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 14, 2010 17:59:04 GMT -5
Foster bursted out with an evil laugh. "I wasn't asking, I was telling." he said, he noticed Tekka's hand balled into a fist. This made him smile, he was getting the perfect reaction. He glanced towards Michael who seemed to be perfectly fine. Which Foster hated with a passion. "You see, you're already a member of game. If you don't play I'll kill anyway." he mussed. "Stop it Foster, don't let them pick. Just spilled their blood on the wall and go. Better yet set the bomb off." spoke Death. Foster grinned at the voice in his head, "Tekka, you can leave if you want, but you won't get very far." he said.
Michael was busy thinking of away out of the situation. Which was going very well, he did stupid stuff under pressure. So what he did next didn't shock him, as he ran at Foster in a attempt to tackle him. Sadly though Foster moved out of the way, and Michael fell to the ground. When a sharp pain entered his shoulder.
Foster had driven his sword in the Kuma's shoulder. The psycopath laughed as he looked at Tekka. "Care to try something as well?" he asked.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 14, 2010 18:48:09 GMT -5
"You'd be a perfect match for Hana, you know?" She muttered, fist uncurling as she forced herself to relax. She hated psychopaths, there was never any reasoning with them. Ever. C'mon Tekka, she thought to herself. You've gotten out of tougher scrapes than this! The only problem was that those situations had allowed for outside help.
"What's this game supposed to be, anyway?" She decided to ask, stalling for time so she could think of a way out. The little thief kept watch on Mike out of the corner of her eye, hoping that he'd get up soon.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 14, 2010 19:13:38 GMT -5
Foster smiled, "Whose Hana?" he asked, not really caring for the person in question. He brought his sword out from Michael's shoulder, and licked his blood off. Before kicking him in the gut, and getting a a yell of joy from Death. He looked at Michael who got up holding his arm, as he stood next to Tekka. "This games simply something for me to do because I'm bored..." he said. Others were always his tools, his chest pieces. "I've hidden a bomb, somewhere in the building. It's got a enough force to blow the whole place up." he said, as he pulled from his pocket a remote. "Once I flip this switch you have 30 minutes to find and disarm the bomb. Should be easy right?" he asked.
Michael groaned, he was really hating this bastard. "Let Tekka leave I'll play your game." said Michael. He was met with a sudden pain entering his knee cap as he fell toj the ground. Yelling in pain as blood ozzed from it.
Foster hated using his gun, but Michael needed to know his place in this game. "I'm making the rules boy, not you. Tekka plays or you both die. Besides I can't let her tell the fuzz." he mussed putting the gun away. He flipped the switch on the device and smiled. "30 minutes. Oh and Tekka you've got to take Michael with you, or I kill him."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 14, 2010 19:32:52 GMT -5
Tekka was going to protest when she realized that time was ticking and Foster didn't seem the type to care. Thanking middle school fire drills for teaching her the fireman's carry she heaved Michael up and started moving. It was slower going that moving alone, but faster than if he had been limping and while her shoulders would hurt like hell tomorrow for now she'd deal with it.
"Alright," She hissed to him, "Where's the center-most hidden area?" They would start there, it was a good thing Mike worked here or they'd be toast. 'If it's an air vent, we're as good as dead...' She realized with a jolt.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 14, 2010 19:42:55 GMT -5
Foster himself walked to the outside of the nightclub. He simply waited to see the outcome of his game. If they won, good for them. If they lost good for Foster.
Michael groaned as he limped, "The most hidden area is probably the place where they keep the beer." he said, grinding his teeth together. Stupid boy, stupid game, and stupid Michael. Bad enough he had been out matched by a 13 year old girl, but now by a 13 year old boy. "Tekka, just put ne down and go find the bomb. He won't know." Michael said.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 14, 2010 19:55:30 GMT -5
Tekka growled at him. "Not a fucking chance you bastard. I'm not pushing our luck. So where is it?"
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 14, 2010 20:02:30 GMT -5
Michael groaned, "It's way in the back." he said, limping more as they made it to the back. They now stood before the large metal door. In which the beer was stored in.
Foster hummed as he looked around, then looked at his watch. "23 minutes to go. Hope they know how to disarm a bomb." he mused.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 14, 2010 20:26:22 GMT -5
Tekka sighed and opened the door, lifting up Mike so they would go faster. Despite her size, she was actually pretty strong. Sure enough, at the back of the room sat a small black box, ticking down the seconds until the entire place was blown to bits.
"And now," Tekka grinned wryly. "all we have to do is disarm it." She didn't have her phone on her, so there was no way to call for help. It seemed they were on their own for this one. The thief put Mike down next to it, stretching her arms for a moment. Twenty minutes on the timer, and going down fast.
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Post by locke on Dec 14, 2010 21:25:44 GMT -5
Platform boots came down in front of the little boy in front of the night club, their owner smirking down at the sword-bearing tyke.
"And what's a little one like you up to at this hour?" inquired Locke, her expression quizzical. Clearly, the answer would be akin to 'no good'; what else would a prepubescent boy be up to outside of a night club, wielding a sword and holding a suspicious-looking remote?
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 14, 2010 23:09:31 GMT -5
Michael groaned, "I hope you know how to disarm that thing, because I don't." said the teen. Holding his shoulder still, blood seemed to ozze from it. But not that much.
Foster looked up at the woman, he rolled his eyes. Putting on his I Don't Care personality. After all he didn't need this girl giving his players any help. The pre-teen, rolled his eyes. "What's it matter to you if I'm out late? Not like my partners care, and I don't as well." he said. He yawned, "But if you must know I'm waiting for my friends. Their inside 'disarming' a situation." he mussed. He liked how he put a pun into that. "Kill her, gut her open. Shoot her in the head." spoke Death. Foster went for the gun on his side, but stopped. He didn't need to kill her unless she went to deep into the situation.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 15, 2010 22:04:44 GMT -5
Tekka gave a shaky laugh. "Unfortunately that wasn't covered in my middle school science classes. Sucks too, it woulda been damn useful..." If only they had a computer, one of those 'How to' sites would be really useful at that moment.
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