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Post by viperess on May 2, 2011 21:28:39 GMT
It was quite boring, it was. Sitting on the bench, suffocating in the bustle of hurried feet and rushed calls to friends. Today was different, in the one way that mattered least: Veronika wore makeup. Just mascara and blush, but it wad different enough to change the mood from quiet old Vero into grumpy old Vero who could care less about who broke what.
The wind ripped at her curly blonde hair, seeming to play with the stripe that stood out more intently. The stripe was hot pink, matching both the blush and the mascara. Pink mascara, Veronika thought, What an idiotic idea. Although pink was her favorite color, it didn't mean Veronika was some "girly-girl" who couldn't stand the thought of blood. Actually, it was quite the opposite of that.
Veronika actually preferred a little gore in her every day life, rather it be on TV or on her own skin, it was pleasant seeing what was inside. Morbid Veronika smiled wickedly, more of a smirk. She rubbed the sleeve of her black jacket against her cheek bones, but she would have to do something dramatic for the mascara. She either had to let it wash out in the shower, which was quite a long wait. or she could wash it off now. If only she could find her way out...
(Kinda short in my opinion.)
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Post by Brandon Napier on May 3, 2011 7:00:19 GMT
Bam was bored and in his usual mix-match of brightly coloured clothes. His blue jacket was the only thing that he constantly wore... Unless he would be captured by SMILE... Then he wouldn't wear it. He didn't like to wear things if he planned on losing them all...
Pressed against his jean-clad hip was his yellow ray gun in the old, brown holster that always held the yellow plastic gun. His boots gave a dull thudding noise as he plodded through the Rebellion. He hated being trapped in somewhere that had too many people... It irritated him to no end... He felt the need to go out, shoot some SMILE members... Maybe even steal a car, or two, and blow them up... But, alas, he was stuck... All because Mr Bossy (the man's actual name) had decided that Bam was too much of a risk to the public... Pathetic.
Seeing a girl who looked as bored as Bam felt, the red haired sixteen year old wandered over and planted himself next to her silently, not saying anything in greeting but, instead, watching the people... He pushed his hair out of his eyes irritably before looking at the girl and grinning manically.
Boredom does odd things... One of these things, was to grin at strangers as though you're about to blow something up... Or like you're going to blow them up... Bam wasn't about to blow her up, she may be the only form of slight entertainment he could get out of today and he may be able to influence her into going out into public... Who knows?
Bam didn't know, but he did know that talking would be a good idea.
"Hello there." He grinned, his American accent sounding a little like the Joker's voice right now. He clasped his hands together and began to twiddle his thumbs silently, not talking once more. He had no reason to say anything, nor did he have anything to say... So he stayed silent... Simples...
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Post by viperess on May 3, 2011 20:35:16 GMT
The silence that filled Veronika's ears ended abruptly, with a strange "hello" from an American, whose voice sounded rather creepy, like the voice from a villan. Her eyes glazed over him quickly, a small "hi" ushering past her lips. She rubbed the pink powder off her jacket quickly. Not one soul could know her most ashaming secret.
Her hand fell limply on her left hip, holding the gentle buldge of her ray gun. She wouldn't fire it, anyways, not in the one truly safe place she had known in quite some time. Still, she didn't know this man, and she had trust issues. (ment to put that in my app xD sorry) That is why she talked to so few, her cat being one of them.
Her blue eyes remained on her camoflauge combat boots, covered down to the ankle by the ripped jeans that had fit her since she was twelve. Almost four years she had worn that those. She glanced up again, feeling guilt, hat she was being rude by not looking at the man who had offered her a greeting.
She took in his features for the first time, his red hair startling her. She remained expressionless, mouth poised half open, as if ready to speak but not sure what to say.
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Post by Brandon Napier on May 3, 2011 20:51:34 GMT
((Rofl. No worries.))
Bam gave a short, barking laugh at her mouth being half-open and he then began to chuckle a little, a small hint of his slight insanity showing through before his chuckling stopped and he tilted his head back a little. He wasn't sure whether or not to speak, before deciding that he wanted to and he looked at her, looking bored now.
"You seem bored." He commented bluntly before grinning manically. "Wanna come with and blow some SMILE up?" He asked casually, as though talking about the weather, or the news... Or something as common. "Or would ya like t'remain bored lookin' while I run away?" He asked, now twitching his nose a little before he stretched his arms over his head then put one arm around her shoulders and grinned. "So, s'up t'you, Sweets."
Yes, he did want her to be uncomfortable. People tend to go with whatever you're talking about if you make them as uncomfortable as possible... And this was Bam's way of being an annoying little sod and making people uncomfortable. Simples.
Crossing his ankles over each other, he sighed softly and wriggled, making him slump in his seat a little. He took his arm from around her shoulders and stood before looking at her and crossing his arms. "Well?" He asked impatiently. He was bored, and being bored made him impatient and fidgety. He couldn't sit still at the best of times, let alone when he had absolutely zilch to do... He supposed he could always go annoy Mr Bossy, though... That would be fun...
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Post by viperess on May 3, 2011 23:36:50 GMT
Her jaw set itself in a straight line, angry yet somehow understanding at the same time. She knew she looked a little funny with her mouth half open, but that was no excuse to laugh at her. She felt her hand tighten at his laugh, but as she cought the insanity in his eyes, it loosened, but not by much.
She smirked again at the thought of seeing SMILE burst into flames, the screams practicly filling her ears. She smiled, but it vanished as she remembered that her father might end up one of her victims. Oh well, he was a jerk anyways. She thought for a moment, making her decision quietly.
Almost as soon as he finished his impaitent questioning, she spoke. How rude. "Sure, as long as some gore is involved." She smirked, her eyes shining.
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Post by Brandon Napier on May 4, 2011 6:44:25 GMT
Bam shrugged. Pain and gore.. He wasn't sure how you got gore from ray guns, but maybe they could nick a knife from a house or something... That would be fun... He nodded and bounced while thinking. Would he tell her that they should get a knife? Probably... But they'd also need SMILE cars... Only saying SMILE because then they could kill some of the stupid institute.
"Gore's good. We can get some knives and shit from houses..." He shrugged and his hand, after stretching again, landed on his ray gun out of habit of keeping one hand on it at all times. "And we'll need to thief us from cars..." He told her, letting his eyes roam over her face and her features. He then shrugged again. "Unless y'wanna run." He said with a slight look of 'ugh, running' sticking to his features and he shook away whatever thoughts had settled themselves in his mind.
He wriggled and his hand dropped from his gun before he crossed his arms over his chest slightly femininely and he glanced around at everyone, then looked at her again and grinned, as though grinning would make him seem completely normal...
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Post by viperess on May 4, 2011 22:28:17 GMT
Her smile grew, her bright blue eyes opening fully with exciteent at the thought of adrenaline running through her veins. Cars... Eh, she could run, but she had no preference. "Sure."
(Sorry, I has no muse...)
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Post by Brandon Napier on May 14, 2011 18:44:24 GMT
Holding one hand out to her, Bam's grin widened and he waited for her to take it or ignore it. He wasn't fussed as to which one happened. If it were Bam, he wouldn't take anyone's hand, but that was because he was a determined and annoying sixteen year old and he was pretty much the same to everyone.
"C'mon Toots, we gots us some peoples t'kill!" He sung and waited until she'd either taken his hand or ignored it before running off. Well, at least Mr Bossy would be happy. He wasn't going to be on his own while murdering the stupid SMILE institute workers...
((No worries. Sorry that I took so long to reply. x.x))
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