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capeandcowllogs2008-10-27 11:32 pm
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I am vibrating at the speed of light [COMPLETE]
WHO: Mello.
WHERE: Outside the M.A.C.
WHEN: Day One, Oct. 10, late evening.
WARNINGS: So backdated you will die of disease, I swear. SORRY I SUCK. Also an R.E.M. reference in the titleIT TOOK ME FOREVER, BUT I FINALLY DID IT.
Fuck Azula.
Fuck her and her high horse. Fuck Stark and his lab, and fuck everybody in it. Fuck this.
Gripping the key to his new apartment tight in his left hand, he dug in his pockets with his right as he stalked down the street to the M.A.C. No gun. No smokes. No chocolate. None of his info, his plans, his old keys - either they'd been left at home, or Stark had taken them. The latter seemed a lot more likely. Whatever that metal bastard was playing at, he wasn't playing it fair or giving any of his cards away.
Which would matter a lot less if he hadn't . . . done something to me.
Mello staggered, ducked into an alley, and leaned against the wall as another cramp rushed through his body, starting at his feet and rushing up his legs, wrapping around his hips, flowing up his torso and away. He fell to his knees.
This isn't right . . . the muscles aren't supposed to cramp like this . . . not in waves, not when I haven't been moving around or running or -
He bit his lip, trying not to make a sound. Who knew what was out here? Stark had said they were to replace the police force. This was a sick city. He knew that. So until he knew more about what he was dealing with, he had to just keep -
"Ungh . . . " His head began to pulse with pain. It started at the back of his head, dull, like someone pushing from the base of his neck, and spread up and out and around and hard until it squeezed his eyes and stole the breath from his lips. Everything went white for a second, bright and wrong. He backed up, fast, crashed into a trash can - the lid fell to the ground, echoing around the alley - he jumped, turned -
And ran.
And his eyes teared up as he went, and he couldn't stop couldn't stop couldn't until he'd passed the M.A.C. and counted seven blocks and twenty lampposts. He forced his feet to stop moving, fell to his knees, and looked up.
"Stark," he gasped, eyes blazing, and got to his feet.
That bastard was going to pay.
WHERE: Outside the M.A.C.
WHEN: Day One, Oct. 10, late evening.
WARNINGS: So backdated you will die of disease, I swear. SORRY I SUCK. Also an R.E.M. reference in the title
Fuck Azula.
Fuck her and her high horse. Fuck Stark and his lab, and fuck everybody in it. Fuck this.
Gripping the key to his new apartment tight in his left hand, he dug in his pockets with his right as he stalked down the street to the M.A.C. No gun. No smokes. No chocolate. None of his info, his plans, his old keys - either they'd been left at home, or Stark had taken them. The latter seemed a lot more likely. Whatever that metal bastard was playing at, he wasn't playing it fair or giving any of his cards away.
Which would matter a lot less if he hadn't . . . done something to me.
Mello staggered, ducked into an alley, and leaned against the wall as another cramp rushed through his body, starting at his feet and rushing up his legs, wrapping around his hips, flowing up his torso and away. He fell to his knees.
This isn't right . . . the muscles aren't supposed to cramp like this . . . not in waves, not when I haven't been moving around or running or -
He bit his lip, trying not to make a sound. Who knew what was out here? Stark had said they were to replace the police force. This was a sick city. He knew that. So until he knew more about what he was dealing with, he had to just keep -
"Ungh . . . " His head began to pulse with pain. It started at the back of his head, dull, like someone pushing from the base of his neck, and spread up and out and around and hard until it squeezed his eyes and stole the breath from his lips. Everything went white for a second, bright and wrong. He backed up, fast, crashed into a trash can - the lid fell to the ground, echoing around the alley - he jumped, turned -
And ran.
And his eyes teared up as he went, and he couldn't stop couldn't stop couldn't until he'd passed the M.A.C. and counted seven blocks and twenty lampposts. He forced his feet to stop moving, fell to his knees, and looked up.
"Stark," he gasped, eyes blazing, and got to his feet.
That bastard was going to pay.
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sob don't hate me
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