Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
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Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:26 am
So it was another mission with Haze huh? That was interesting enough. The only part of it that worried him was it dealt with rooftops of buildings again. It seemed there was another shipment they would have to divert so that another team could complete their mission. Their mission with a fucking I. Not there as in there once was a douchebag who used there instead of their but their as in their ass is embarrassed as hell now for typing there. If you thought about it they were nothing more than just a setup for higher ranking members to do the real heist. Hoss didn't really mind that but it definitely showed where they were on the ladder of rank here. It was a simple mission, find a way to divert the trucks from the main road onto a side street. This could be done a number of ways but the way Hoss preferred was to alter the end location of the delivery. If that failed they'd have to move to a plan B.
So Hoss lit up a cigarette as he waited for his partner to discuss methods of doing this. There were a few but Hoss had been thinking over his first mission and all the ways it went wrong. The first thing they'd need to do was get clothing that fit. The second was to get a key to get through doors without setting off alarms, something he had done successfully in the past and needed to do again. Third? He wasn't sure how to go about it this time but he had to divert it simple as that.
He took a long drag as he overlooked the city view from here. Just at the outer edges of the heavily populated section of the district, otherwise known as the ghetto. This is where the city buildings were cheaper rent, where a lot of beat down and cruddy shops were. A few factories that dealt with shady business arrangements also seemed to migrate to this part of the city. He didn't want to get shot tonight, or stabbed, or cut up, or chopped by an axe, or covered in the blood of many innocent IT guys. No, tonight he didn't want any of that. So he would relax and try to do this in a way that was as stealthy as humanly possible.
He set his bag down at his feet for the moment, the raw materials of newspaper and cotton and various pieces of trash that had been chipmunked throughout the day in his bag had managed to stink it up a little. It seemed like he was always cleaning the thing without ever taking much of a break but here he was once again in need of soaking the thing in detergent and febreeze.
"When is she gonna get here already?"
So Hoss lit up a cigarette as he waited for his partner to discuss methods of doing this. There were a few but Hoss had been thinking over his first mission and all the ways it went wrong. The first thing they'd need to do was get clothing that fit. The second was to get a key to get through doors without setting off alarms, something he had done successfully in the past and needed to do again. Third? He wasn't sure how to go about it this time but he had to divert it simple as that.
He took a long drag as he overlooked the city view from here. Just at the outer edges of the heavily populated section of the district, otherwise known as the ghetto. This is where the city buildings were cheaper rent, where a lot of beat down and cruddy shops were. A few factories that dealt with shady business arrangements also seemed to migrate to this part of the city. He didn't want to get shot tonight, or stabbed, or cut up, or chopped by an axe, or covered in the blood of many innocent IT guys. No, tonight he didn't want any of that. So he would relax and try to do this in a way that was as stealthy as humanly possible.
He set his bag down at his feet for the moment, the raw materials of newspaper and cotton and various pieces of trash that had been chipmunked throughout the day in his bag had managed to stink it up a little. It seemed like he was always cleaning the thing without ever taking much of a break but here he was once again in need of soaking the thing in detergent and febreeze.
"When is she gonna get here already?"
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Wed Sep 26, 2012 1:23 am
Her grip on the handle of the hammer tightened as she approached the building where she was supposed to meet Hoss. Oh, no, Ceara was not happy to be working with him again, especially what happened after their last mission. She couldn’t believe she had actually trusted him to wake her up; one moment she was nodding off with him reading beside her, the next, she was alone where the trains turned around. That place… was a terrifying place indeed.
She sighed, walking into the alleyway besides the apartment complex, and spotted the fire escape before proceeding to climb up it, her ascent slightly hindered by her weapon. There was no use bitching about her partner. Focus on the mission, get it done, make sure to never accept another without checking her partner’s names again. Their task itself wasn’t that hard, get some delivery trucks off the main road and onto a smaller street. Nothing the two Solstice members couldn’t handle.
She reached the top of the building, hoisting herself up and over the half wall around it. Her nose wrinkled as it caught the whiff of cigarette smoke and trash, both coming from the figure on the other side of the roof. Tugging the hood over her head to prevent the wind from blowing her hair all over the place, Ceara approached him just in time to hear him mutter, "When is she gonna get here already?"
“Calm down, I’m here. And,” she walked past him, holding up a hand to stop any words he was about to say, “I swear to god I don’t want to hear you talk about anything unrelated to the mission, or I will push you off.” She exhaled deeply through her nose, forcing herself to calm down before sitting on the ledge, facing him. The girl should’ve been more wary about being so close to the edge, but hanging out with her cousin had quashed any sort of acrophobia she might’ve had.
“So how do you want to do this?”
She sighed, walking into the alleyway besides the apartment complex, and spotted the fire escape before proceeding to climb up it, her ascent slightly hindered by her weapon. There was no use bitching about her partner. Focus on the mission, get it done, make sure to never accept another without checking her partner’s names again. Their task itself wasn’t that hard, get some delivery trucks off the main road and onto a smaller street. Nothing the two Solstice members couldn’t handle.
She reached the top of the building, hoisting herself up and over the half wall around it. Her nose wrinkled as it caught the whiff of cigarette smoke and trash, both coming from the figure on the other side of the roof. Tugging the hood over her head to prevent the wind from blowing her hair all over the place, Ceara approached him just in time to hear him mutter, "When is she gonna get here already?"
“Calm down, I’m here. And,” she walked past him, holding up a hand to stop any words he was about to say, “I swear to god I don’t want to hear you talk about anything unrelated to the mission, or I will push you off.” She exhaled deeply through her nose, forcing herself to calm down before sitting on the ledge, facing him. The girl should’ve been more wary about being so close to the edge, but hanging out with her cousin had quashed any sort of acrophobia she might’ve had.
“So how do you want to do this?”
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Wed Sep 26, 2012 1:56 am
Andrew had been sleeping, set up rather comfortably on the fourth floor ledge of a building, but having someone use the fire escape woke him rather well. Jerking upright, he looked around even as he was blinking the sleep from his eyes. He couldn't smell smoke or hear sirens or anything so why the hell was someone using it? Maybe it was just some weird star gazer or something. Yawning again, he settled down to go back to sleep.
Until someone else went up the metal stairs at the most, twenty minutes later. Groaning softly and wondering who the hell could possibly be interested in using the same damn building he had chosen to sleep on. He pushed to his feet and moved to the corner nearest the escape, peering around it.
That person looked familiar... "Ceara?" he muttered, watching her go over the roof edge. What the hell was she doing here and alone? And after she had lectured him about being out alone at night too.
Andrew was just about to climb over the railing when voices drifted down to him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could tell it was his cousin and some man. Taking the stairs would alert them to his approach and he really wanted to know what was going on. Eying the building wall, he was able to pick out enough handholds that he could climb up.
That was a good thing about free running, you'd pick up free climbing at the same time. Though he was no where near as proficient at climbing as he was at running, but that was mostly because he hadn't bothered to practice it as much. Either way, he'd be fine if he fell.
Hauling himself onto the roof, Andrew's eyes flickered between the pair as he straightened. He cautiously moved toward them, attention more on the tall man in front of him than on his cousin (though he'd have to tell her to be more careful with roofs, or rather their edges), and had opened his mouth to speak when his shoe made a scuffing sound on the roof.
He froze in surprise. Oh, crap.
Until someone else went up the metal stairs at the most, twenty minutes later. Groaning softly and wondering who the hell could possibly be interested in using the same damn building he had chosen to sleep on. He pushed to his feet and moved to the corner nearest the escape, peering around it.
That person looked familiar... "Ceara?" he muttered, watching her go over the roof edge. What the hell was she doing here and alone? And after she had lectured him about being out alone at night too.
Andrew was just about to climb over the railing when voices drifted down to him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could tell it was his cousin and some man. Taking the stairs would alert them to his approach and he really wanted to know what was going on. Eying the building wall, he was able to pick out enough handholds that he could climb up.
That was a good thing about free running, you'd pick up free climbing at the same time. Though he was no where near as proficient at climbing as he was at running, but that was mostly because he hadn't bothered to practice it as much. Either way, he'd be fine if he fell.
Hauling himself onto the roof, Andrew's eyes flickered between the pair as he straightened. He cautiously moved toward them, attention more on the tall man in front of him than on his cousin (though he'd have to tell her to be more careful with roofs, or rather their edges), and had opened his mouth to speak when his shoe made a scuffing sound on the roof.
He froze in surprise. Oh, crap.
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Thu Sep 27, 2012 1:52 am
So she had heard him. "I swear to god I don't want to hear you talk about anything unrelated to the mission, or I will push you off." Hoss grinned as he wondered just how pissed off she really was. He had of course left her on a train bound for nowhere in particular. He believed she'd be fine though, just like he believed that this mission would go well enough. The last one had been alright and now that he knew what her abilities were it gave him a greater ability to sort of judge how the mission could and would go. He didn't have all the details but he had enough to think of a general strategy. It was clear that they needed to stick together for this however, they played off each other nicely enough in missions. "So how do you want to do this?"
Face down ass up. The thought entered his mind as he wondered just where Trevor was right then and there. He hadn't gone far with the guy, something that was a nice change of pace but he had to admit that he was looking forward to exploring their relationship if they got to that point.
"It'll be easy enough to get through it all. My ability will get us through the stealthy bits. Your ability can be used in stressful situations if we aren't sure whether they are buying our bullshit. You just have to be comfortable with the idea that we're to be in and out in ten minutes. If that fails, we go to plan--" He heard something from behind him. He tensed for a moment as his head snapped and he caught the silhouette of a body, one that was obviously trying to be a bit sneaky as his hand grabbed his throwing knife and he sent it crashing toward the silhouette's center mass. It was something you did when aiming was important as it's harder to dodge in time when the center of your torso was being aimed at. That and if you think about a dart board it's easier to hit the dart board when you aim for the center rather than trying to hit the outer edge.
Still he wasn't sure who it was or if his knife would hit but almost immediately he regretted throwing the knife as it was his only one, so he would follow up by charging the target. Given the circumstances it was his best chance in an assault like this.
Fuck, don't be Silver Dust…
He sincerely hoped that this wasn't a Silver Dust member.
Face down ass up. The thought entered his mind as he wondered just where Trevor was right then and there. He hadn't gone far with the guy, something that was a nice change of pace but he had to admit that he was looking forward to exploring their relationship if they got to that point.
"It'll be easy enough to get through it all. My ability will get us through the stealthy bits. Your ability can be used in stressful situations if we aren't sure whether they are buying our bullshit. You just have to be comfortable with the idea that we're to be in and out in ten minutes. If that fails, we go to plan--" He heard something from behind him. He tensed for a moment as his head snapped and he caught the silhouette of a body, one that was obviously trying to be a bit sneaky as his hand grabbed his throwing knife and he sent it crashing toward the silhouette's center mass. It was something you did when aiming was important as it's harder to dodge in time when the center of your torso was being aimed at. That and if you think about a dart board it's easier to hit the dart board when you aim for the center rather than trying to hit the outer edge.
Still he wasn't sure who it was or if his knife would hit but almost immediately he regretted throwing the knife as it was his only one, so he would follow up by charging the target. Given the circumstances it was his best chance in an assault like this.
Fuck, don't be Silver Dust…
He sincerely hoped that this wasn't a Silver Dust member.
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:52 pm
"It'll be easy enough to get through it all. My ability will get us through the stealthy bits. Your ability can be used in stressful situations if we aren't sure whether they are buying our bullshit. You just have to…”
Ceara barely heard Hoss explain his plan as her focus shifted to a mop of red hair that popped over the edge of the roof. A familiar face followed the hair, and she frowned as she recognized her cousin pulling himself onto the top of the building. Shit, what the fuck was he doing here? This was really bad, she didn’t want him to find out about her being in Solstice like this; Andrew would probably be pretty damn pissed that she hadn't told him about something that big. Not to mention he might somehow get himself stabbed by her partner. The girl tried to catch his eye to tell him, without words so that Hoss wasn't alarmed, to go away, but his attention was focused on her partner’s back.
Her efforts to shoo him away were thwarted when his feet made a small sound, and Hoss, picking up on that, froze for a moment before twisting around and throwing a knife at Andrew. Ah, fuck, this was going to be hard to explain. Her partner charged toward him, and a silently cursing Ceara leapt up and dashed after him.
“Shit, Hoss!” she said, launching herself at his back and sending the both of them to the ground. Rolling off him, she stood up, shaking the small rocks out of her clothes. “Hoss, it’s fine! I know him, he’s pretty much harmless!” Actually she had no idea what he could do, but her partner didn’t need to know that. Holding out a hand to help the man up, Ceara looked over her shoulder at Andrew. “What the hell are you doing here? Actually, nevermind,” she closed her eyes and sighed. “You really need to go, now. I’ll explain later.”
Ceara barely heard Hoss explain his plan as her focus shifted to a mop of red hair that popped over the edge of the roof. A familiar face followed the hair, and she frowned as she recognized her cousin pulling himself onto the top of the building. Shit, what the fuck was he doing here? This was really bad, she didn’t want him to find out about her being in Solstice like this; Andrew would probably be pretty damn pissed that she hadn't told him about something that big. Not to mention he might somehow get himself stabbed by her partner. The girl tried to catch his eye to tell him, without words so that Hoss wasn't alarmed, to go away, but his attention was focused on her partner’s back.
Her efforts to shoo him away were thwarted when his feet made a small sound, and Hoss, picking up on that, froze for a moment before twisting around and throwing a knife at Andrew. Ah, fuck, this was going to be hard to explain. Her partner charged toward him, and a silently cursing Ceara leapt up and dashed after him.
“Shit, Hoss!” she said, launching herself at his back and sending the both of them to the ground. Rolling off him, she stood up, shaking the small rocks out of her clothes. “Hoss, it’s fine! I know him, he’s pretty much harmless!” Actually she had no idea what he could do, but her partner didn’t need to know that. Holding out a hand to help the man up, Ceara looked over her shoulder at Andrew. “What the hell are you doing here? Actually, nevermind,” she closed her eyes and sighed. “You really need to go, now. I’ll explain later.”
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Thu Sep 27, 2012 9:44 pm
Andrew was quick, but he wasn't so fast as to completely avoid a knife thrown from, at most, twenty feet away. Though he had managed to twist and start to move to the side, the blade impacting his shoulder with a dull thud. Unable to completely stifle the cry of pain, his feet slid a little on the stones and nearly went out from under him.
Finding his traction again, he sprinted for the edge of the roof. Anything to put some distance between him and the guy trying to kill him. But, shit, he couldn't leave Ceara there alone, even if she had come up here on her own. And then he heard her call the man's name. What? Had she gotten herself into some sort of trouble? He turned back toward them in time to see her help the other guy up.
“What the hell are you doing here? Actually, nevermind. You really need to go, now. I’ll explain later.”
Andrew shook his head, frowning. "No. Ceara, what the hell is going on?" He put a hand to the knife in his shoulder, holding it steady. At least his bag had helped lessen the impact, but he wasn't going to pull it out just yet. And if they thought the wound was worse than it was, he was fine with that. He'd take any sort of advantage he could, especially since he wasn't sure if trusting his cousin right now would be a good idea.
Finding his traction again, he sprinted for the edge of the roof. Anything to put some distance between him and the guy trying to kill him. But, shit, he couldn't leave Ceara there alone, even if she had come up here on her own. And then he heard her call the man's name. What? Had she gotten herself into some sort of trouble? He turned back toward them in time to see her help the other guy up.
“What the hell are you doing here? Actually, nevermind. You really need to go, now. I’ll explain later.”
Andrew shook his head, frowning. "No. Ceara, what the hell is going on?" He put a hand to the knife in his shoulder, holding it steady. At least his bag had helped lessen the impact, but he wasn't going to pull it out just yet. And if they thought the wound was worse than it was, he was fine with that. He'd take any sort of advantage he could, especially since he wasn't sure if trusting his cousin right now would be a good idea.
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Sat Sep 29, 2012 5:27 pm
"Shit, Hoss!" He was ignoring her though as he heard her following him. He didn't even realize she was attacking him he was so focused on defending them. Thankfully the codenames were being used well enough since they weren't as idiotic as the Silver Dust members they had run into. That and they weren't familiar with each other's real names. Hoss still wasn't pleased with being seen though, no matter what was going on or who was following them they had become a liability until Hoss could determine otherwise.
As he felt his body move downward suddenly his hands came up to take the brunt of the fall to protect his face, his cigarette popping out in the process. "Hoss, it's fine! I know him, he's pretty much harmless!" Harmless didn't reassure him because it meant his idiocy could fuck up their mission. This person needed to get out of their hair fast or at the very least contribute something. Hoss was sure he had hit the guy from the looks of things but he wasn't really quite sure what was happening between the two as they spoke. "What the hell are you doing here? Actually, nevermind. You really need to go, now. I'll explain later."
The guy seemed to reject that. "No. Ceara, what the hell is going on."
Hoss pushed off the ground and stood up before walking calmly toward the guy. "Haze, use the name Haze. Don't jeopardize her like that, especially if you care for her life. Also, I'm going to be needing that back." Hoss pointed to the knife in the guy's shoulder. It was difficult to see well enough to gauge whether the guy was seriously hurt but since he was still upright it seemed good enough. He looked over to Ceara, "Get him the hell out of here, get me my damned knife, and let's get on with this. Do it quietly though."
Hoss didn't want things to escalate. If their noise level drew attention from the nearby surroundings their cover and mission would be blown. Plan B would have to be initiated preemptively before Plan A ever even had a chance of success and he was not looking forward to that. Hoss reached into his bag and pulled out his carton of smokes, placing one between his lips and lighting it as he stomped out the one that had fell.
As he felt his body move downward suddenly his hands came up to take the brunt of the fall to protect his face, his cigarette popping out in the process. "Hoss, it's fine! I know him, he's pretty much harmless!" Harmless didn't reassure him because it meant his idiocy could fuck up their mission. This person needed to get out of their hair fast or at the very least contribute something. Hoss was sure he had hit the guy from the looks of things but he wasn't really quite sure what was happening between the two as they spoke. "What the hell are you doing here? Actually, nevermind. You really need to go, now. I'll explain later."
The guy seemed to reject that. "No. Ceara, what the hell is going on."
Hoss pushed off the ground and stood up before walking calmly toward the guy. "Haze, use the name Haze. Don't jeopardize her like that, especially if you care for her life. Also, I'm going to be needing that back." Hoss pointed to the knife in the guy's shoulder. It was difficult to see well enough to gauge whether the guy was seriously hurt but since he was still upright it seemed good enough. He looked over to Ceara, "Get him the hell out of here, get me my damned knife, and let's get on with this. Do it quietly though."
Hoss didn't want things to escalate. If their noise level drew attention from the nearby surroundings their cover and mission would be blown. Plan B would have to be initiated preemptively before Plan A ever even had a chance of success and he was not looking forward to that. Hoss reached into his bag and pulled out his carton of smokes, placing one between his lips and lighting it as he stomped out the one that had fell.
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Sun Sep 30, 2012 12:08 pm
"No. Ceara, what the hell is going on?"
Her back stiffened at the use of her real name and she quickly glanced at her partner, who pushed himself back up and walked over to her cousin. "Haze, use the name Haze. Don't jeopardize her like that, especially if you care for her life. Also, I'm going to be needing that back." Ceara let out a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding in. Outside of missions, her partner was a complete ass, but he knew the importance of names; he could be counted on to keep silent about this, at least when it mattered. A quality that her cousin obviously did not possess.
"Get him the hell out of here, get me my damned knife, and let's get on with this. Do it quietly though."
She bristled slightly at the command. “Don’t tell me what to do,” she grumbled under her breath, but moved towards Andrew anyway. He was right, her cousin needed to go now, or else he’ll fuck up the mission even more. Walking slowly towards him, she met his eyes and was more than a little bit hurt at the distrust she saw in there. He really wasn’t too happy about this. Now right in front of him, Ceara placed her hand on top of the one covering the wound and pushed it a little to the side before grabbing the handle and, as gently as she could, pulled it out. The injury wasn’t as bad as she thought it was, thankfully.
Forcing his hand back onto the wound to apply pressure, she stepped back, a silent plea in her eyes. “You just have to trust me, okay? I promise that I’ll call you later and answer all the questions you have, but right now you have to leave, you’re about to fuck something up real bad.” Ceara moved back a few more steps, turning slightly to Hoss, holding out the knife. “We don’t have much time.”
Her back stiffened at the use of her real name and she quickly glanced at her partner, who pushed himself back up and walked over to her cousin. "Haze, use the name Haze. Don't jeopardize her like that, especially if you care for her life. Also, I'm going to be needing that back." Ceara let out a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding in. Outside of missions, her partner was a complete ass, but he knew the importance of names; he could be counted on to keep silent about this, at least when it mattered. A quality that her cousin obviously did not possess.
"Get him the hell out of here, get me my damned knife, and let's get on with this. Do it quietly though."
She bristled slightly at the command. “Don’t tell me what to do,” she grumbled under her breath, but moved towards Andrew anyway. He was right, her cousin needed to go now, or else he’ll fuck up the mission even more. Walking slowly towards him, she met his eyes and was more than a little bit hurt at the distrust she saw in there. He really wasn’t too happy about this. Now right in front of him, Ceara placed her hand on top of the one covering the wound and pushed it a little to the side before grabbing the handle and, as gently as she could, pulled it out. The injury wasn’t as bad as she thought it was, thankfully.
Forcing his hand back onto the wound to apply pressure, she stepped back, a silent plea in her eyes. “You just have to trust me, okay? I promise that I’ll call you later and answer all the questions you have, but right now you have to leave, you’re about to fuck something up real bad.” Ceara moved back a few more steps, turning slightly to Hoss, holding out the knife. “We don’t have much time.”
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Sun Sep 30, 2012 1:46 pm
Andrew tensed and edged away as the man, Hoss apparently, stood and moved toward him, calling his cousin by Haze. He remembered her first introducing herself as that, but had just thought it was a quirk or something since it had been daylight. Now though, at night? The connotation was much different. He might act like an idiot and not care if people thought he was one, but that didn't mean he was stupid.
He focused on Ceara, no Haze, as she approached, his eyes hard. He didn't say anything, lips pressed together in a thin line, but he didn't flinch away either, holding still as she moved his hand and pulled the small blade from his shoulder. She pressed his hand back and moved away, saying something about how she'd explain later and she promised that was the case, but he wasn't going to accept that. He knew better. If this wasn't addressed now, he'd run away from it, try to pretend that none of this had happened and the hole in his shoulder had happened some other way.
"Like hell," he hissed, voice low enough to barely carry to Hoss so there was no way anyone other than a harbinger with super hearing was going to know what he was saying. "You joined a gang? Don't you think that maybe that would have been a good thing to tell me instead of lecturing me about going out at night? Fuck! I'd never have come up here if I had known. I'd have gotten the hell out of the area." He let out a low growl, glaring between the two of the them. "I'm not going anywhere so you may as well tell me what's going on so I don't fuck it up. And you've already said you don't have time so don't waste it arguing or threatening me." The last bit was said with a glance in Hoss' direction.
He focused on Ceara, no Haze, as she approached, his eyes hard. He didn't say anything, lips pressed together in a thin line, but he didn't flinch away either, holding still as she moved his hand and pulled the small blade from his shoulder. She pressed his hand back and moved away, saying something about how she'd explain later and she promised that was the case, but he wasn't going to accept that. He knew better. If this wasn't addressed now, he'd run away from it, try to pretend that none of this had happened and the hole in his shoulder had happened some other way.
"Like hell," he hissed, voice low enough to barely carry to Hoss so there was no way anyone other than a harbinger with super hearing was going to know what he was saying. "You joined a gang? Don't you think that maybe that would have been a good thing to tell me instead of lecturing me about going out at night? Fuck! I'd never have come up here if I had known. I'd have gotten the hell out of the area." He let out a low growl, glaring between the two of the them. "I'm not going anywhere so you may as well tell me what's going on so I don't fuck it up. And you've already said you don't have time so don't waste it arguing or threatening me." The last bit was said with a glance in Hoss' direction.
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Sun Sep 30, 2012 7:18 pm
"Don't' tell me what to do." Hoss simply shut up and let her go about her business at that point. If she fucked up this mission he'd put it on her though, this was someone she knew and there for her personal connections however uncontrollable as they were had made her a liability for the mission. Hoss wasn't above having a liability in a mission but they had to work past it before moving on. She got his knife back though, holding it back to him as she talked to whoever this guy was. He took the blade and cleaned it off on a scrap of newspaper from his bag before placing it back where he kept it safely away. "We don't have much time."
No, we don't.
Hoss checked the time to try and guess just how long it was before the truck left. At this rate they were eating up precious time that could be spent rerouting the truck before the driver was heading out. There was no way in hell they would make it in time if this dragged on much longer. Which seemed to be an issue since this kid was jumping to conclusions about them and demanding to know things. Hoss wasn't going to play around with the kid, he wasn't going to argue with him and tell him every detail. "And you've already said you don't have time so don't waste it arguing or threatening me."
Hoss checked his watch again.
Seven minutes…
"Fine. That leaves two options. I'm giving you 25 seconds to choose starting now. I either kill you or you tell me your skillset. I'm not an idiot and my eyesight is pretty good, you're a harbinger. Give me an alias to call you, power information, restitution, and then you take orders as I give them. You follow them exactly as I lay them out or else I slit your throat where you stand and do this solo if need be." Hoss checked his watch. "Ten seconds, decide."
He locked eyes with the boy, not even bothering to look at Ceara. If her boyfriend here was going to play chivalrous and feel the need to come to her aid then he was going to give him a job. Quite frankly an extra body never hurt but he wasn't going to go in not knowing what the boy was capable of and what the cost was. That would make him a liability, a loose cannon, and quite frankly that would have been information about Haze, or Ceara as it was, that he could have used at the beginning of their last mission as opposed to after it. A fact that was no fault to either of them, though now hopefully things would work out smoothly.
6 and a half minutes give or take…
No, we don't.
Hoss checked the time to try and guess just how long it was before the truck left. At this rate they were eating up precious time that could be spent rerouting the truck before the driver was heading out. There was no way in hell they would make it in time if this dragged on much longer. Which seemed to be an issue since this kid was jumping to conclusions about them and demanding to know things. Hoss wasn't going to play around with the kid, he wasn't going to argue with him and tell him every detail. "And you've already said you don't have time so don't waste it arguing or threatening me."
Hoss checked his watch again.
Seven minutes…
"Fine. That leaves two options. I'm giving you 25 seconds to choose starting now. I either kill you or you tell me your skillset. I'm not an idiot and my eyesight is pretty good, you're a harbinger. Give me an alias to call you, power information, restitution, and then you take orders as I give them. You follow them exactly as I lay them out or else I slit your throat where you stand and do this solo if need be." Hoss checked his watch. "Ten seconds, decide."
He locked eyes with the boy, not even bothering to look at Ceara. If her boyfriend here was going to play chivalrous and feel the need to come to her aid then he was going to give him a job. Quite frankly an extra body never hurt but he wasn't going to go in not knowing what the boy was capable of and what the cost was. That would make him a liability, a loose cannon, and quite frankly that would have been information about Haze, or Ceara as it was, that he could have used at the beginning of their last mission as opposed to after it. A fact that was no fault to either of them, though now hopefully things would work out smoothly.
6 and a half minutes give or take…
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:29 pm
"I'm not going anywhere so you may as well tell me what's going on so I don't fuck it up. And you've already said you don't have time so don't waste it arguing or threatening me."
"Fine. That leaves two options. I'm giving you 25 seconds to choose starting now. I either kill you or you tell me your skillset. I'm not an idiot and my eyesight is pretty good, you're a harbinger. Give me an alias to call you, power information, restitution, and then you take orders as I give them. You follow them exactly as I lay them out or else I slit your throat where you stand and do this solo if need be. Ten seconds, decide."
Ceara let out a small growl of frustration, pissed off at both of the males now. She knew Andrew and he could be stubborn as fuck when he wanted to. She faced her cousin again, lip twisted back in a snarl. “Go ahead, answer him. If you get shot or killed or something it’s your fucking fault. And you’re not my father; I don’t have to answer to you.”
With that said she turned on her heel and walked as calmly as she could to her hammer back at the ledge. Irritated, Ceara ran a hand through her hair, hoisted her weapon onto her shoulder, and stared at the cityscape below, tuning out the men behind her. It was perfectly fine for just her to be in a gang, but if Andrew was involved… She had enough trouble watching out for herself on missions; she couldn’t divide her attention between her and making sure he was okay. As much as she hated to admit it, she worried enough about him anyway.
Her train of thought was cut short when something happening at street level caught her eye. Cursing softly, she leaned over the ledge a little to get a better look before pulling back and checking the time.
“Fuck. Hoss,” she hissed, turning around again. “Whatever plan B was, we need to initiate it now; they’re early."
"Fine. That leaves two options. I'm giving you 25 seconds to choose starting now. I either kill you or you tell me your skillset. I'm not an idiot and my eyesight is pretty good, you're a harbinger. Give me an alias to call you, power information, restitution, and then you take orders as I give them. You follow them exactly as I lay them out or else I slit your throat where you stand and do this solo if need be. Ten seconds, decide."
Ceara let out a small growl of frustration, pissed off at both of the males now. She knew Andrew and he could be stubborn as fuck when he wanted to. She faced her cousin again, lip twisted back in a snarl. “Go ahead, answer him. If you get shot or killed or something it’s your fucking fault. And you’re not my father; I don’t have to answer to you.”
With that said she turned on her heel and walked as calmly as she could to her hammer back at the ledge. Irritated, Ceara ran a hand through her hair, hoisted her weapon onto her shoulder, and stared at the cityscape below, tuning out the men behind her. It was perfectly fine for just her to be in a gang, but if Andrew was involved… She had enough trouble watching out for herself on missions; she couldn’t divide her attention between her and making sure he was okay. As much as she hated to admit it, she worried enough about him anyway.
Her train of thought was cut short when something happening at street level caught her eye. Cursing softly, she leaned over the ledge a little to get a better look before pulling back and checking the time.
“Fuck. Hoss,” she hissed, turning around again. “Whatever plan B was, we need to initiate it now; they’re early."
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:12 am
As Hoss spoke, Andrew was studying him. Not much older than him, but taller and heavier, and attractive enough, if his personality didn't completely spoil things - but then, it wasn't like they had met under optimal circumstances. If it came to a fist fight, Andrew would likely lose, but he'd sure as hell win any foot races. And he didn't doubt the guy would kill him. How the hell was it that he kept meeting psychopaths like this?
"I'm a runner, do parkour and similar. I'm an invulnerability type, but in pretty limited circumstances that I doubt will come up. Res is that I get dizzy for a bit. Depending on how long, I can ignore it." An alias? Shit. He had never bothered to think of something like that before. "And call me Vertigo, I guess. And since I don't know what's going on, it'd be pretty fucking stupid not to listen to the people who do. But I'm not going to just blindly follow any orders that look like they could get me or her killed. And you should know, I'm unarmed except for some brass knuckles and a pair of reinforced gloves." The name fit, as often as he was jumping off of things, and right now, he just couldn't give a damn about the guy who had stabbed him, however stupid he may have been for coming up behind him. But at least this way, he wouldn't
Andrew raised an eyebrow as if asking "Good enough?"
“Fuck. Hoss. Whatever plan B was, we need to initiate it now; they’re early."
He glanced over, but kept quiet. He had agreed to listen to them so... It was on them now. He'd worry about what Haze had said later.
"I'm a runner, do parkour and similar. I'm an invulnerability type, but in pretty limited circumstances that I doubt will come up. Res is that I get dizzy for a bit. Depending on how long, I can ignore it." An alias? Shit. He had never bothered to think of something like that before. "And call me Vertigo, I guess. And since I don't know what's going on, it'd be pretty fucking stupid not to listen to the people who do. But I'm not going to just blindly follow any orders that look like they could get me or her killed. And you should know, I'm unarmed except for some brass knuckles and a pair of reinforced gloves." The name fit, as often as he was jumping off of things, and right now, he just couldn't give a damn about the guy who had stabbed him, however stupid he may have been for coming up behind him. But at least this way, he wouldn't
Andrew raised an eyebrow as if asking "Good enough?"
“Fuck. Hoss. Whatever plan B was, we need to initiate it now; they’re early."
He glanced over, but kept quiet. He had agreed to listen to them so... It was on them now. He'd worry about what Haze had said later.
Last edited by Andrew on Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:39 pm; edited 2 times in total (Reason for editing : fixing typos)
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Mon Oct 01, 2012 10:47 pm
"I'm a runner, do parkour and similar. I'm an invulnerability type, but in pretty limited circumstances that I doubt will come up. Res is that I get dizzy for a bit. Depending on how long, I can ignore it. And call me Vertigo, I guess. And since I don't know what's going on, it'd be pretty fucking stupid not to listen to the people who do. But I'm not going to just blindly follow any orders that look like they could get me or her killed. And you should know, I'm unarmed except for some brass knuckles and a pair of reinforced gloves."
Did the kid seriously want him to call him that? Vertigo? Maybe it was a hint toward his invulnerability or the sickness from his restitution. Hoss kept in mind that his invulnerability didn't include his knife, which meant hatchets and shrapnel and bullets were probably out too.
"Fuck. Hoss, whatever plan B was, we need to initiate it now; they're early."
"Great, if we fail I'm blaming you kid." Hoss turned and took off tearing down the fire escape without a word to Vertigo or Haze. He figured they would follow him but if he was wrong he was going to be sorely disappointed. They had to hurry, really really quickly. He had timed this to the minute, what had caused them to leave early? Time was the one thing he had going for him. He wondered if the other team could even get there on time. He spoke up as he explained.
"No need to be subtle now, we won't be going for the factory at all. We have to beat the truck to Washington Blvd. and Cross. We need to make it turn left on Cross instead of going straight and continuing on Washington. Once that's complete, we're clear. That's the mission. Make them turn left. Not taking the truck, not replacing the drivers, nothing must be tampered or altered aside from that one single left turn."
He was already starting to feel a little out of breath as he grabbed the bike he had left. "I hope you have transportation unless you wanna ride on my handlebars Haze. Unless either of you two have something faster than a bicycle."
Traffic, cause an accident, fuck with the lights somehow, make a detour sign, or something as simple as….
Hoss laughed but he knew it'd never work. People that drove around here would know if he simply shifted the street signs so that they thought they had to turn left. No the best option here was to block up the intersection in some believable way so that turning right and making a u-turn weren't options.
Did the kid seriously want him to call him that? Vertigo? Maybe it was a hint toward his invulnerability or the sickness from his restitution. Hoss kept in mind that his invulnerability didn't include his knife, which meant hatchets and shrapnel and bullets were probably out too.
"Fuck. Hoss, whatever plan B was, we need to initiate it now; they're early."
"Great, if we fail I'm blaming you kid." Hoss turned and took off tearing down the fire escape without a word to Vertigo or Haze. He figured they would follow him but if he was wrong he was going to be sorely disappointed. They had to hurry, really really quickly. He had timed this to the minute, what had caused them to leave early? Time was the one thing he had going for him. He wondered if the other team could even get there on time. He spoke up as he explained.
"No need to be subtle now, we won't be going for the factory at all. We have to beat the truck to Washington Blvd. and Cross. We need to make it turn left on Cross instead of going straight and continuing on Washington. Once that's complete, we're clear. That's the mission. Make them turn left. Not taking the truck, not replacing the drivers, nothing must be tampered or altered aside from that one single left turn."
He was already starting to feel a little out of breath as he grabbed the bike he had left. "I hope you have transportation unless you wanna ride on my handlebars Haze. Unless either of you two have something faster than a bicycle."
Traffic, cause an accident, fuck with the lights somehow, make a detour sign, or something as simple as….
Hoss laughed but he knew it'd never work. People that drove around here would know if he simply shifted the street signs so that they thought they had to turn left. No the best option here was to block up the intersection in some believable way so that turning right and making a u-turn weren't options.
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Tue Oct 02, 2012 9:24 pm
Ceara was already moving quickly towards the fire escape as the words left her mouth. Hoss said something to Andrew before heading down it himself and she did so as well, hopping over the wall without a word to her cousin as she passed. She’d worry about being pissed at him later, right now they had to get to the intersection fast, really really fast.
"No need to be subtle now, we won't be going for the factory at all. We have to beat the truck to Washington Blvd. and Cross. We need to make it turn left on Cross instead of going straight and continuing on Washington. Once that's complete, we're clear. That's the mission. Make them turn left. Not taking the truck, not replacing the drivers, nothing must be tampered or altered aside from that one single left turn."
She heard Hoss call out from several flights below but she ignored the instructions for the most part, focusing more on keeping her balance and not falling face first down the stairs. They were mostly for Andrew’s benefit, after all.
"I hope you have transportation unless you wanna ride on my handlebars Haze. Unless either of you two have something faster than a bicycle."
Ceara stared at the bike, before shaking her head. He couldn’t be serious, unless that was a euphemism for something else. “Nah, I’ll run.” Knowing him, Hoss would take ‘riding his handlebars’ a very wrong way. The intersection wasn’t that far away, anyway, so she could probably sprint there without collapsing. She leaned over, dropping the hammer (it would only slow her down), and tightened her laces. It would just be stupid to fail the mission because she tripped.
Sparing a glance up and wondering what Andrew would be doing, the girl took off. If he was serious about helping them with this, then he’d probably beat the both of them there. She just hoped that he really didn't do anything that would fuck up the mission more than it already was.
"No need to be subtle now, we won't be going for the factory at all. We have to beat the truck to Washington Blvd. and Cross. We need to make it turn left on Cross instead of going straight and continuing on Washington. Once that's complete, we're clear. That's the mission. Make them turn left. Not taking the truck, not replacing the drivers, nothing must be tampered or altered aside from that one single left turn."
She heard Hoss call out from several flights below but she ignored the instructions for the most part, focusing more on keeping her balance and not falling face first down the stairs. They were mostly for Andrew’s benefit, after all.
"I hope you have transportation unless you wanna ride on my handlebars Haze. Unless either of you two have something faster than a bicycle."
Ceara stared at the bike, before shaking her head. He couldn’t be serious, unless that was a euphemism for something else. “Nah, I’ll run.” Knowing him, Hoss would take ‘riding his handlebars’ a very wrong way. The intersection wasn’t that far away, anyway, so she could probably sprint there without collapsing. She leaned over, dropping the hammer (it would only slow her down), and tightened her laces. It would just be stupid to fail the mission because she tripped.
Sparing a glance up and wondering what Andrew would be doing, the girl took off. If he was serious about helping them with this, then he’d probably beat the both of them there. She just hoped that he really didn't do anything that would fuck up the mission more than it already was.
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Wed Oct 03, 2012 1:54 am
Andrew gaped at the older man for a second. How the hell would it be his fault that whoever had shown up early?
Shaking his head, Andrew didn't bother to take the stairs, hanging off the railing instead and dropping down a couple of stories at a time. It wasn't as easy as it would have been with two uninjured arms, but it was still easy enough. Dropping the last twenty feet, he rolled to absorb the impact and bounced lightly to his feet again, looking up to watch the other two finish making their ways down.
He nodded at what Hoss said before sprinting down a different alley from what Ceara had taken. He knew just how far that intersection was and that the most direct route had junk and fences in the way so neither of the other two could take it. And the best thing was that it paralleled the direction the truck would be going. As he ran, going over a great many things, he also smeared blood from his shoulder over half his face, getting it into his hair too. His idea was a bit insane and his cousin would probably hit him for it, assuming she even still gave a damn about him after all of this, but he was confident he could stop the truck for at least a few minutes. Hopefully that would be enough for Hoss and Haze to screw up the intersection.
Having caught sight of the truck as he crossed an intersecting alley, Andrew made a quick turn after the next building. He couldn't have asked for better timing, hurling himself out into the street in front of the vehicle. Calling himself all kinds of stupid for pulling this stunt, he jumped into the air just seconds before the truck hit him, forcibly wrapping his power around himself.
The thing with falls and jumps is that they don't just go down. So, by using his power after literally jumping in front of the truck, it was almost like he had turned the world sideways and made the grill and hood the ground. The only problem with doing something like this, was that he wouldn't just stop there. He might be on the hood for a short while as the truck screeched to a halt, but he'd get thrown again and then hit with a restitution twice as bad as it normally would have been. His shoulder wasn't helping things any either.
Andrew hit the ground hard and rolled. He might not have gotten hurt by any of that, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it. And it was an extremely odd feeling to know that your head had bounced off of two different things that alone should have split his skull open. It also didn't help the dizziness or nausea any. He just lay there, breathing hard and trying not to moan at the pain shooting from his shoulder down his arm and chest.
Now, so long as the driver and his friend didn't decide to kill him, he'd be good.
Take the fucking opening, you jackass.
Shaking his head, Andrew didn't bother to take the stairs, hanging off the railing instead and dropping down a couple of stories at a time. It wasn't as easy as it would have been with two uninjured arms, but it was still easy enough. Dropping the last twenty feet, he rolled to absorb the impact and bounced lightly to his feet again, looking up to watch the other two finish making their ways down.
He nodded at what Hoss said before sprinting down a different alley from what Ceara had taken. He knew just how far that intersection was and that the most direct route had junk and fences in the way so neither of the other two could take it. And the best thing was that it paralleled the direction the truck would be going. As he ran, going over a great many things, he also smeared blood from his shoulder over half his face, getting it into his hair too. His idea was a bit insane and his cousin would probably hit him for it, assuming she even still gave a damn about him after all of this, but he was confident he could stop the truck for at least a few minutes. Hopefully that would be enough for Hoss and Haze to screw up the intersection.
Having caught sight of the truck as he crossed an intersecting alley, Andrew made a quick turn after the next building. He couldn't have asked for better timing, hurling himself out into the street in front of the vehicle. Calling himself all kinds of stupid for pulling this stunt, he jumped into the air just seconds before the truck hit him, forcibly wrapping his power around himself.
The thing with falls and jumps is that they don't just go down. So, by using his power after literally jumping in front of the truck, it was almost like he had turned the world sideways and made the grill and hood the ground. The only problem with doing something like this, was that he wouldn't just stop there. He might be on the hood for a short while as the truck screeched to a halt, but he'd get thrown again and then hit with a restitution twice as bad as it normally would have been. His shoulder wasn't helping things any either.
Andrew hit the ground hard and rolled. He might not have gotten hurt by any of that, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it. And it was an extremely odd feeling to know that your head had bounced off of two different things that alone should have split his skull open. It also didn't help the dizziness or nausea any. He just lay there, breathing hard and trying not to moan at the pain shooting from his shoulder down his arm and chest.
Now, so long as the driver and his friend didn't decide to kill him, he'd be good.
Take the fucking opening, you jackass.
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Thu Oct 04, 2012 2:11 am
"Nah, I'll run."
Hoss shook his head and took off without so much as another word. No car meant that he was going to be having a rough time but it seemed that he didn't have any added weight which meant that he was able to take off like a bat out of hell. The benefit to a bike was that he wasn't about to get beat out by anyone in speed except the truck which meant he'd be able to come up with something. Hoss did however hear a screech as the truck hit something. He turned his head over to see the kid had thrown himself in front of it.
Shit…
Hoss wasn't going to complain. It seemed to slow down the truck, he just worried that they might stop and talk. The truth was though that if Vertigo or Haze were smart they'd say that he was fine and that they could go on with their business. Already Hoss had enough time to set up his next parlor trick. This one was going to be painful for him and he knew it, but he might get some fame from it. Solstice did like their pyrotechnics after all, being quite the arsons. So here he was tearing to the intersection. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he figured that it would somehow involve a car if he could find one. That or a gas station. It seemed there was a car as he pulled up though, parked near the intersection.
Hoss jumped off his bike and slid under the car enough to put his hand on the gas tank.
"Sorry, pal."
He grabbed his jacket and turned part of the gas tank into his jacket. The result? His hand was covered in gasoline as he rolled away from the gushing tank. He rolled up his sleeve with his clean hand to avoid getting gas on his clothing and ran to the intersection. His clean hand pressed down as he knelt close to the ground, creeping along as he turned the pavement into gasoline in the areas his hand was brushing. It created a nice little quarter inch moat, not much, but enough to say the least. He did it along the right turn possibility and along the going straight possibility.
"Gonna need a new lighter after this…."
He stood with his lighter in what was his clean hand, now gas soaked by the act of turning pavement into gasoline, and held it gingerly. He was waiting for Haze to show up. The second she did he'd thrust the lighter into her hands and say "Light the gas!"
Hoss shook his head and took off without so much as another word. No car meant that he was going to be having a rough time but it seemed that he didn't have any added weight which meant that he was able to take off like a bat out of hell. The benefit to a bike was that he wasn't about to get beat out by anyone in speed except the truck which meant he'd be able to come up with something. Hoss did however hear a screech as the truck hit something. He turned his head over to see the kid had thrown himself in front of it.
Shit…
Hoss wasn't going to complain. It seemed to slow down the truck, he just worried that they might stop and talk. The truth was though that if Vertigo or Haze were smart they'd say that he was fine and that they could go on with their business. Already Hoss had enough time to set up his next parlor trick. This one was going to be painful for him and he knew it, but he might get some fame from it. Solstice did like their pyrotechnics after all, being quite the arsons. So here he was tearing to the intersection. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he figured that it would somehow involve a car if he could find one. That or a gas station. It seemed there was a car as he pulled up though, parked near the intersection.
Hoss jumped off his bike and slid under the car enough to put his hand on the gas tank.
"Sorry, pal."
He grabbed his jacket and turned part of the gas tank into his jacket. The result? His hand was covered in gasoline as he rolled away from the gushing tank. He rolled up his sleeve with his clean hand to avoid getting gas on his clothing and ran to the intersection. His clean hand pressed down as he knelt close to the ground, creeping along as he turned the pavement into gasoline in the areas his hand was brushing. It created a nice little quarter inch moat, not much, but enough to say the least. He did it along the right turn possibility and along the going straight possibility.
"Gonna need a new lighter after this…."
He stood with his lighter in what was his clean hand, now gas soaked by the act of turning pavement into gasoline, and held it gingerly. He was waiting for Haze to show up. The second she did he'd thrust the lighter into her hands and say "Light the gas!"
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Thu Oct 04, 2012 9:15 pm
There was a loud screech and a dull thud. Ceara reigned in the instinct to run and make sure her cousin was okay, instead focusing her energy on making it to the cross section as fast as possible. Andrew wasn’t dumb enough to get hit by the truck by accident; maybe his power could also apply to the impact of the truck. It had to, otherwise she was going to beat the shit out of him for doing something so stupid. She had barely slowed down upon reaching the intersection when Hoss shoved something small in her hands.
“Light the gas!”
Ceara blinked and tried to catch her breath, realizing the distinctive scent of gasoline was indeed hanging in the air. “When you said to not be subtle, you weren’t kidding,” she said before rolling up the right sleeve of her sweatshirt and covering her mouth and nose with the other. The smell was strong and heady, already making her a feel a bit light-headed and her eyes sting. Crouching down close to the line of petroleum, the girl attempted to light it but every time she manage to create a large enough spark to start the small flame, the wind blew it out.
She growled slightly in frustration, glancing down the street that the truck was going to come. Andrew bought them some time, but there was no way she could know from way down here if they simply dragged his ‘dead’ body to the side and continued. Releasing her mouth, Ceara pulled back the other sleeve, using her now free hand to shield the tiny flame from the wind before bringing it to the gasoline and igniting it. She leapt back and dropped the lighter, hissing through her teeth when she couldn’t get her hand completely out of the way of the blaze. The fire ate at the fuel and ran down the line Hoss had created, successfully blocking off the straight and right options. The pyromaniac inside her very satisfied, she paused a moment to admire the flames before looking back down the street, running hide behind the corner.
Now Ceara could only hope that Andrew didn’t stall them long enough so that the fire burned itself out.
“Light the gas!”
Ceara blinked and tried to catch her breath, realizing the distinctive scent of gasoline was indeed hanging in the air. “When you said to not be subtle, you weren’t kidding,” she said before rolling up the right sleeve of her sweatshirt and covering her mouth and nose with the other. The smell was strong and heady, already making her a feel a bit light-headed and her eyes sting. Crouching down close to the line of petroleum, the girl attempted to light it but every time she manage to create a large enough spark to start the small flame, the wind blew it out.
She growled slightly in frustration, glancing down the street that the truck was going to come. Andrew bought them some time, but there was no way she could know from way down here if they simply dragged his ‘dead’ body to the side and continued. Releasing her mouth, Ceara pulled back the other sleeve, using her now free hand to shield the tiny flame from the wind before bringing it to the gasoline and igniting it. She leapt back and dropped the lighter, hissing through her teeth when she couldn’t get her hand completely out of the way of the blaze. The fire ate at the fuel and ran down the line Hoss had created, successfully blocking off the straight and right options. The pyromaniac inside her very satisfied, she paused a moment to admire the flames before looking back down the street, running hide behind the corner.
Now Ceara could only hope that Andrew didn’t stall them long enough so that the fire burned itself out.
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Fri Oct 05, 2012 9:13 am
Andrew heard both doors open but only one pair of shoes rush over to him. Shit. That meant that they wouldn’t be slowed as long as he had hoped they would be. Most likely it was the driver that had stayed behind.
He slowly rolled onto his back to peer up at the person standing over him. Yeah, that was the passenger. At least whoever the fuck he was looked concerned, if confused.
"Are you okay? Fuck man! Don’t you know how to look before running into the street?!" Apparently he wasn’t that concerned. He was starting to look irritated. Andrew guessed that his bit of movement had been enough to tell the guy that he wasn’t in immediate danger of dying - no matter how his head might feel.
So, the best thing to do would be to use his restitution to his advantage while it lasted.
"Don’t you look around?" the teen asked. Only it was slurred and made him sound extremely drunk and was pretty much incomprehensible. He tried to push to his feet, but was having problems making it to his knees in the first place. He really, really hated when it got this bad.
The man made a disgusted sound when Andrew reached out and managed to snag his shirt hem. "Fuckin’ drunks," was rather clear as he hauled the redhead to his feet and dragged him to the side of the road, dumping him onto the pavement next to a car.
Andrew closed his eyes and leaned his head back, listening to the guy jog back over to the truck and them start moving again. Opening his eyes again, he forced himself up and staggered into an alley close by. If they decided to come back because of something Hoss or Haze did, then Andrew didn’t want to be there and blamed for it.
Finding a shadowed area, he slid down the wall to sit and wait.
He slowly rolled onto his back to peer up at the person standing over him. Yeah, that was the passenger. At least whoever the fuck he was looked concerned, if confused.
"Are you okay? Fuck man! Don’t you know how to look before running into the street?!" Apparently he wasn’t that concerned. He was starting to look irritated. Andrew guessed that his bit of movement had been enough to tell the guy that he wasn’t in immediate danger of dying - no matter how his head might feel.
So, the best thing to do would be to use his restitution to his advantage while it lasted.
"Don’t you look around?" the teen asked. Only it was slurred and made him sound extremely drunk and was pretty much incomprehensible. He tried to push to his feet, but was having problems making it to his knees in the first place. He really, really hated when it got this bad.
The man made a disgusted sound when Andrew reached out and managed to snag his shirt hem. "Fuckin’ drunks," was rather clear as he hauled the redhead to his feet and dragged him to the side of the road, dumping him onto the pavement next to a car.
Andrew closed his eyes and leaned his head back, listening to the guy jog back over to the truck and them start moving again. Opening his eyes again, he forced himself up and staggered into an alley close by. If they decided to come back because of something Hoss or Haze did, then Andrew didn’t want to be there and blamed for it.
Finding a shadowed area, he slid down the wall to sit and wait.
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:20 am
"When you said to not be subtle, you weren't kidding."
"Actually I remember saying there's no point in being subtle, but yeah, no kidding." He was surprised she didn't seem more concerned about her friend or boyfriend or whatever the hell he was to her. To Hoss he was nothing more than a distraction now; a nice little decoy so he could set up this nice road block to force the detour. He watched and backed away from Haze as she began to try and light the gasoline. Meanwhile he could see the truck in the distance as he scooted slightly further away. It wasn't that he thought she was going to set herself on fire so much as the fact that he thought she was going to set them both on fire potentially. She seemed to be having trouble with the lighter.
Once she got it going and lit up he could feel the heat almost immediately. The gasoline would burn nicely enough and overall not too quickly either. Long enough for what needed doing as the small pools created flames that raised to about waist level on Hoss. It wasn't anything horribly impressive but it was enough to brighten up the area and as it lit up the truck started to try and turn right until the fire spread to the second line and it swerved left.
It nearly didn't make the turn but Hoss waved as the driver gave a nasty and confused glare through the passenger window. Hoss began to whistle, unable to control it any longer as he began walking away from the flame in the direction of Vertigo. Hoss, who hoped Haze had at least some understanding of basic sign language extended three separated fingers and tapped them to his chin. He could only wait to see her reaction but he wanted water so that he could wash away the gasoline on his hand before he accidentally got it on his clothing or near his mouth and eyes.
Well at least we got that completed.
"Actually I remember saying there's no point in being subtle, but yeah, no kidding." He was surprised she didn't seem more concerned about her friend or boyfriend or whatever the hell he was to her. To Hoss he was nothing more than a distraction now; a nice little decoy so he could set up this nice road block to force the detour. He watched and backed away from Haze as she began to try and light the gasoline. Meanwhile he could see the truck in the distance as he scooted slightly further away. It wasn't that he thought she was going to set herself on fire so much as the fact that he thought she was going to set them both on fire potentially. She seemed to be having trouble with the lighter.
Once she got it going and lit up he could feel the heat almost immediately. The gasoline would burn nicely enough and overall not too quickly either. Long enough for what needed doing as the small pools created flames that raised to about waist level on Hoss. It wasn't anything horribly impressive but it was enough to brighten up the area and as it lit up the truck started to try and turn right until the fire spread to the second line and it swerved left.
It nearly didn't make the turn but Hoss waved as the driver gave a nasty and confused glare through the passenger window. Hoss began to whistle, unable to control it any longer as he began walking away from the flame in the direction of Vertigo. Hoss, who hoped Haze had at least some understanding of basic sign language extended three separated fingers and tapped them to his chin. He could only wait to see her reaction but he wanted water so that he could wash away the gasoline on his hand before he accidentally got it on his clothing or near his mouth and eyes.
Well at least we got that completed.
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Sun Oct 07, 2012 11:11 pm
Ceara sighed as the truck veered to the left. At least that was over with. Now she had to deal with the hard part; Andrew. She knew neither of them were quite happy with each other at the moment. She was pissed at him for getting involved when she told him not to, he was pissed at her for just being involved. But the girl felt she owed him an explanation, at the very least. She’d worry about how he’d take it later.
From the corner of her eye she caught Hoss tap his chin with three fingers, unable to speak because of his restitution. She ran through her rudimentary knowledge of sign language before shaking her head. “I don’t have any. But An- he keeps a bottle in his bag, you can ask him for it if you can wait a bit.” She didn’t know what Andrew told Hoss to call him, but she wasn’t about to make the same mistake as her cousin did. While she trusted Hoss enough to not throw her name around, she knew Andrew definitely didn’t.
She fell into step besides her still whistling partner as he walked to where they saw Andrew last. The pair walked for a few moments in silence only broken by the cheerful tune. Ceara’s eyebrow twitched, before she sighed and plugged her ears with her fingers. “I kinda feel bad for you, actually. I’ve only heard you whistle a couple of times and I already want to punch you in the face for it; I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to do it every time you use your power.”
They made it to where Andrew was hit within a couple of minutes and Ceara looked around in confusion before her eyes landed on a pair of legs hidden in an alley. “Hey,” she called out, jogging over to him, and froze at the sight of the blood on his face. “Oh, fuck,” she hissed, squatting down beside him, and placed her hands gently on his head, feeling around for any injuries. Was she wrong about the impact of the truck?
From the corner of her eye she caught Hoss tap his chin with three fingers, unable to speak because of his restitution. She ran through her rudimentary knowledge of sign language before shaking her head. “I don’t have any. But An- he keeps a bottle in his bag, you can ask him for it if you can wait a bit.” She didn’t know what Andrew told Hoss to call him, but she wasn’t about to make the same mistake as her cousin did. While she trusted Hoss enough to not throw her name around, she knew Andrew definitely didn’t.
She fell into step besides her still whistling partner as he walked to where they saw Andrew last. The pair walked for a few moments in silence only broken by the cheerful tune. Ceara’s eyebrow twitched, before she sighed and plugged her ears with her fingers. “I kinda feel bad for you, actually. I’ve only heard you whistle a couple of times and I already want to punch you in the face for it; I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to do it every time you use your power.”
They made it to where Andrew was hit within a couple of minutes and Ceara looked around in confusion before her eyes landed on a pair of legs hidden in an alley. “Hey,” she called out, jogging over to him, and froze at the sight of the blood on his face. “Oh, fuck,” she hissed, squatting down beside him, and placed her hands gently on his head, feeling around for any injuries. Was she wrong about the impact of the truck?
Last edited by Haze on Sun Oct 07, 2012 11:15 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : i like trains.)
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:17 am
Andrew's eyes popped open when he heard footsteps approaching. He had started to push to his feet when his cousin's voice reached him, making him relax again. Oh, that was just Ceara. And that guy with her. Shit. He should stand. He had actually started to when she was suddenly at his side, touching his face and head and neck. He couldn't help the flinch from that.
Reaching up, he gently pushed her hands away and stood. "I'm fine. It's from my shoulder." He carefully pulled his bag off and set it next to his leg, after fishing out a water bottle and before gingerly getting his shirt off. He really did need to tend to his shoulder and now would be a good time to do it. Plus, he could use his ruined shirt to clean off the blood on his face.
Andrew sniffed a couple times, smelling gasoline. Seeing how Hoss was being careful not to touch anything, he offered the open bottle of water once he had gotten half the shirt soaked through. He cleaned his face then focused on his shoulder. "You get what you wanted done, done?"
Reaching up, he gently pushed her hands away and stood. "I'm fine. It's from my shoulder." He carefully pulled his bag off and set it next to his leg, after fishing out a water bottle and before gingerly getting his shirt off. He really did need to tend to his shoulder and now would be a good time to do it. Plus, he could use his ruined shirt to clean off the blood on his face.
Andrew sniffed a couple times, smelling gasoline. Seeing how Hoss was being careful not to touch anything, he offered the open bottle of water once he had gotten half the shirt soaked through. He cleaned his face then focused on his shoulder. "You get what you wanted done, done?"
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:49 am
“I don’t have any. But An- he keeps a bottle in his bag, you can ask him for it if you can wait a bit.” Hoss gave a quick thumbs up to show that he acknowledged the fact that An- had a bottle of water. He didn't really find the first part of the guy's name so interesting. The full name was something but he wasn't going to go and pry and try to figure shit out. Vertigo would do just fine, especially if he was going to be seeing much more of the guy from now on. “I kinda feel bad for you, actually. I’ve only heard you whistle a couple of times and I already want to punch you in the face for it; I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to do it every time you use your power.”
Hoss tried to grin and shrug at the comment. He was annoyed with it thoroughly but it was a good cost to his power. All things considered he had seen very nasty costs. His was basic and aside from alerting the world to his presence it was inconsequential. A thing he was very glad about, as well as the fact that he had not been injured in this mission unlike Andrew. As they approached the boy and Haze showed some amount of concern Hoss merely kept his distance and his hands to the side, whistling away as he waited until the boy offered up the water bottle.
Hoss dumped some water over his left hand and then he switched the bottle over and rinsed the other before reaching into his bag and wiping down his hands against newspaper and scrap trash, tossing the used articles to the side with no care of littering before giving the boy an answer. "You get what you wanted done, done?"
Hoss nodded and gave a thumbs up to the boy. Hoss continued to whistle but he managed to wink at the boy. He would have offered to help with the shoulder, the only help he could give was refer to Trevor. Something that would take his voice to explain. He also wanted to see what the guys availability was for future missions. If he got hit by a car and was fine that meant his invulnerability kept him from suffering internal damage somehow. Something that might explain his chosen name of Vertigo. It was all just assumption but he looked forward to finding out for certain how it all connected.
Hoss tried to grin and shrug at the comment. He was annoyed with it thoroughly but it was a good cost to his power. All things considered he had seen very nasty costs. His was basic and aside from alerting the world to his presence it was inconsequential. A thing he was very glad about, as well as the fact that he had not been injured in this mission unlike Andrew. As they approached the boy and Haze showed some amount of concern Hoss merely kept his distance and his hands to the side, whistling away as he waited until the boy offered up the water bottle.
Hoss dumped some water over his left hand and then he switched the bottle over and rinsed the other before reaching into his bag and wiping down his hands against newspaper and scrap trash, tossing the used articles to the side with no care of littering before giving the boy an answer. "You get what you wanted done, done?"
Hoss nodded and gave a thumbs up to the boy. Hoss continued to whistle but he managed to wink at the boy. He would have offered to help with the shoulder, the only help he could give was refer to Trevor. Something that would take his voice to explain. He also wanted to see what the guys availability was for future missions. If he got hit by a car and was fine that meant his invulnerability kept him from suffering internal damage somehow. Something that might explain his chosen name of Vertigo. It was all just assumption but he looked forward to finding out for certain how it all connected.
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Ceara Mon Oct 08, 2012 3:03 pm
"I'm fine. It's from my shoulder."
Her hands were pushed away, and Andrew stood up. Ceara breathed a sigh of relief and pushed herself up as well. She would never admit it, but there was a moment of near paralyzing fear when she saw the state of his face. If he had gotten seriously injured… she didn’t know what she would do. Against her better judgment Ceara had gotten attached to him, and it was nice for the most part to have another person to be with, but this whole incident reminded her why it was a bad idea.
She waited for him to clean up a bit with his shirt before reaching down and rifling through his bag, pulling out a clean t-shirt for him. Smacking him lightly on his (uninjured) shoulder, she dropped it in his hands. “Don’t scare me like that, jeez.” She paused and pulled back, suddenly uncomfortable for doing such a familiar gesture when he was pissed off at her. The girl wiped her hands on her pants to get off the little blood on them and shifted, unsure on how to answers the questions she knew he had.
Her hands were pushed away, and Andrew stood up. Ceara breathed a sigh of relief and pushed herself up as well. She would never admit it, but there was a moment of near paralyzing fear when she saw the state of his face. If he had gotten seriously injured… she didn’t know what she would do. Against her better judgment Ceara had gotten attached to him, and it was nice for the most part to have another person to be with, but this whole incident reminded her why it was a bad idea.
She waited for him to clean up a bit with his shirt before reaching down and rifling through his bag, pulling out a clean t-shirt for him. Smacking him lightly on his (uninjured) shoulder, she dropped it in his hands. “Don’t scare me like that, jeez.” She paused and pulled back, suddenly uncomfortable for doing such a familiar gesture when he was pissed off at her. The girl wiped her hands on her pants to get off the little blood on them and shifted, unsure on how to answers the questions she knew he had.
Ceara- B rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Andrew Mon Oct 08, 2012 6:05 pm
Andrew raised his eyebrows at the wink. Who the hell did something like that not even ten minutes after stabbing the person you were winking at? Kind of screamed sociopath there. And the whistling wasn't helping the appearance any. But then, judging by the look on Hoss' face, he didn't have much of a choice in it. Maybe it was his restitution?
He stiffened a little at the light smack Ceara gave him, glancing at her. Draping the shirt over the same shoulder, he used one hand to pull out a couple gauze pads and roll of bandages, eying the wound with a mildly irritated look. This was going to be difficult to do by himself. Sighing, he offered the stuff to Ceara, turning to give her access.
"Which gang?" He nodded once she had answered. Solstice huh? Made sense since she lived in South district. "I'm in," he said, looking passed his cousin to focus on Hoss. "You saw that I can be of help. I want in."
Normally he'd avoid something like this, but he wanted to know that Ceara was safe. And the protection wouldn't hurt him any either. Or so he hoped.
He stiffened a little at the light smack Ceara gave him, glancing at her. Draping the shirt over the same shoulder, he used one hand to pull out a couple gauze pads and roll of bandages, eying the wound with a mildly irritated look. This was going to be difficult to do by himself. Sighing, he offered the stuff to Ceara, turning to give her access.
"Which gang?" He nodded once she had answered. Solstice huh? Made sense since she lived in South district. "I'm in," he said, looking passed his cousin to focus on Hoss. "You saw that I can be of help. I want in."
Normally he'd avoid something like this, but he wanted to know that Ceara was safe. And the protection wouldn't hurt him any either. Or so he hoped.
Andrew- C rank
Implants
Total Spent Rep: 180
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
by Hoss Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:59 pm
Hoss felt the whistle drain from him as he suddenly got control over his ability to speak and breathe naturally. He could almost imagine the little ping in his head, a constant reminder simply stating 'you are now breathing manually'. He looked down at the guy as he asked what gang and Haze had the honesty to tell him exactly which one. It was pretty obvious so it wasn't like Hoss would criticize her for that. They were in southern district and it wasn't exactly like they were doing the sort of mission that would be common amongst oblivion or silver dust. Not to mention, fire, sort of a trademark with their kind. "You saw that I can be of help. I want in."
"Sure thing," Hoss said as he walked over and knelt down to look at the guy, shooing Ceara off to the side. "Excuse me, Haze. Thank you. There is just one thing you have to do before I go and allow Haze to bring you on board considering what just happened tonight. We need to clear the air between us and even things out. So."
Hoss pointed to his face and tapped his chin, "Sock one too me, you owe me one for stabbing ya earlier. It'll make you feel better, and it'll make me feel better. It'll also let me know that you aren't just going to sneak up on me one day and stick me, you know? So for both our sakes go ahead. Give it to me hard and fast."
His brow raised at the own statement suggestively but he lifted his chin up and pulled his hand out of the way. "Just don't use the stabbed shoulder." It may have been something considered idiotic by most people but it would clear the air between them and take away any negative feelings based on this little incident. It'd make an impression that at least Hoss held himself accountable for his own mistakes and stabbing someone was something that was genuinely a fuck up. He just couldn't do anything about it earlier, not when there was something much more important to focus on. Now that the mission was out of the way they could address the stabbing.
And with a punch from Vertigo, he would have Hoss' vote.
"Sure thing," Hoss said as he walked over and knelt down to look at the guy, shooing Ceara off to the side. "Excuse me, Haze. Thank you. There is just one thing you have to do before I go and allow Haze to bring you on board considering what just happened tonight. We need to clear the air between us and even things out. So."
Hoss pointed to his face and tapped his chin, "Sock one too me, you owe me one for stabbing ya earlier. It'll make you feel better, and it'll make me feel better. It'll also let me know that you aren't just going to sneak up on me one day and stick me, you know? So for both our sakes go ahead. Give it to me hard and fast."
His brow raised at the own statement suggestively but he lifted his chin up and pulled his hand out of the way. "Just don't use the stabbed shoulder." It may have been something considered idiotic by most people but it would clear the air between them and take away any negative feelings based on this little incident. It'd make an impression that at least Hoss held himself accountable for his own mistakes and stabbing someone was something that was genuinely a fuck up. He just couldn't do anything about it earlier, not when there was something much more important to focus on. Now that the mission was out of the way they could address the stabbing.
And with a punch from Vertigo, he would have Hoss' vote.
Hoss- C rank
Re: Sleeping Beauty, or the story of how hossy dumpty had a great fall thanks to that andrew douche. [Hoss/Haze/Andrew]
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