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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:50 am
"Well you tread lightly in a Mench populated town." he stated flatly, pausing at the mention of cigarettes as he, in the name of timing, had one half-lit in his mouth, heaving a sigh before he re-produced (OH PUN) the pack which was actually half-full (but probably a week or two old) and offering one to his roof-mate with a straight face.
At least his mutated love-child expressions had died off to some extent... until the fired ball that went -RIGHT- past the back of his head with a loud boom and a hiss and accompanying puff of fur for an answer before Alexander retreated from the edge of the Rooftop, placing a hand on Vince's -good- shoulder to move him along as well.
The bright-haired (BRIGHT ORANGE RED WAS HARD TO MISS) Koshka carefully shoved the lighter into the latter boy's hand before he went to investigate the edges of the other sides of the roof.
Okay, they had -TOPS- ten minutes to think out some disasterous battle plan or smoke the rest of his pack.
The latter didn't exactly sound appealing in the given situation, though.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:27 am
Oh. Oh merciful God in heaven he had to be hallucinating-- were those really?... Yes, sweet lovely merciful wonderment they WERE, and the strong-bodied Koshka he'd been inwardly cursing moments before was suddenly an angel in Shrimpy (or Vince's) mind, all but forgetting his agony once he could taste the nicotine on his lips again--
... Except that this was apparently a No Smoking zone because someone had just taken a potshot at the back of Alex's head and cut their break short, earning a short growl of surprise as he was suddenly prodded along by the (thankfully GOOD) shoulder and fumbling to get the damn stick LIT while they were walking and OH, not drop his BAG either...
Flick flick flick, ohgodpleasecatchpleasecatch, flick flick whoosh,VICTORY.
Oooh, that was probably the best drag he'd ever taken. Even if the cigarettes were old and tasted vaguely of... whatever they'd been sitting around.
"... Well, shitty luck for us, huh..." He sounded surprisingly more docile after he exhaled, though the urge to hiss and snarl over his INCREDIBLE DISCOMFORT was still there (stupid bleeding had ruined his pants AND shirt now, dammit). "So... is there any place a guy can go around here... where they WON'T get shot at?"
... Good question. Neither of them seemed like they'd be fairing very well out here in the open for too long, what with their bleeding and bruises and very dangerously limited cigarette supply... oi.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:53 am
Said 'Angel' was half in shock of the suddenly more laid back attitude that was APPARENTLY released with the shot of nicotine (Incredible Hulk gone opposite and twisted?), half trying to solve their issue. They had to be at least.. ooohhh three or four blocks away from the port....
He could -totally- see the ocean from th-... Heeeeeeeyyyyyy.
Somewhere where they wouldn't be shot?
Alex took their ten-minute 'Not dying immediately' break to light up himself, not exactly INHALING (Pun) the entire cigarette in a couple of breathes, but seeming -much- more relaxed about his now-and-then habit.
"Care to give Erasmus a visit?" he suggested, looking to the other bloody man a half-stare. 'Shrimpy' seemed to have a special relationship with that cigarette. Like, creepy addiction.
But Alex wouldn't hold it against him in the given situation. It wasn't extremely pleasant, in terms of company, but he didn't mind smelling like tabacco for the next couple of hours. Then maybe he could get a -real- drink.
He -really- needed it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:17 pm
Incredible Hulk? Oh, surely that man jested! Vince's moods weren't nearly that extreme (usually); he'd just managed to work up a rather... unpleasant amount of crankiness due to traipsing about in the middle of nowhere for so damned long without food or nicotine (which was just sustenance of another kind) and then get himself MAULED AND SHOT IN A BAR FULL OF NASTY ASSHOLES...
But no, his cigarette made the world better and he sucked every particle of comfort from the thing until it was little more than a charred nub, squishing it under his foot to leave for some lucky pigeon who'd get their fix off the remains.
... Which finally freed up his one good arm for holding his side again, which was still annoying him a great deal with its irksome messiness and oh, right, the pain. He could've ruined his clothing WITHOUT THE PAIN PART. It didn't make it very easy for him to enjoy the oceanfront view or anythi--
"Erasmus?" Okay, he'd sort of meant somewhere in this city where they wouldn't be shot at (his legs were pretty damn tired), but apparently that place didn't exist, so... "Ah, why the hell not? Sounds fine to me."
Oh, he hoped they had some places would good COLD beer there, although...
"Wait." There was a liiiittle problem he'd just remembered. "How're you expecting us to get there... without being lynched, exactly?..."
VERY good question.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:43 pm
The rather well thought-out question was answered with a deep sigh. Not an 'I don't know' sigh, as he was -quite- aware of how HE was going to get from point 'A' to point 'B', but the latter male wasn't exactly in the best of conditions.
"Same way I've gotten everywhere." he finally answered, deciding to let the other male make his own assessment of how 'well' he was feeling up to the answer that Alexander was about to give him.
"The rooftops."
Alexander wasn't exactly looming on the edge of the roof, but he'd made a point to have approached the one in his given direction of choice to continue on his 'quest' before he'd been corrected on a point that he had to reassess the situation on.
"Unless you'd rather take the streets." he added in restrospect with a very mute expression, overall seeming very annoyed he had to stoop to such escapes as was.
And he was, frankly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:18 pm
... The rooftops.
Damn, it had been a while since Vince had experienced so much indignity in one sitting, first with the stupid bar-fight (plus all related injuries thereof) and now roof hopping to flee the city like a couple of desperate convicts-- which they sort of were, huh?
Oh, groan.
"... Tch, fine by me then." But even if he wasn't in the 'best of conditions' for such things, he'd be damned if that stopped him. He might've been a little smaller (and MAYBE just a TINY BIT 'weaker') than Alex, but he was a tough, springy little b*****d too... and not about to be held back by a silly flesh wound! Ha!
"... Let's get the hell out of here," he prompted after just a moment's pause, probably to shift his carry-bag on that good arm. s**t, he didn't look forward to fixing the other one. "If we idle around much longer... those bastards may sober up enough to aim straight."
This working with a 'partner' thing was awkward as all hell, but definitely better than... you know, DYING and all, so... pride could go on the back burner for just a little longer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:38 pm
Alexander felt about the same, not really 'leaping' at the chance (PUN) to go on their rooftop jog. Especially not after pissing a large group of people off and being a subject of their racial hate.
It'd probably be comparable to how the African Americans would be feeling in about a millenia when all that fun 'Equal Rights' stuff came up. Because, dammit, he could have done without thinking everybody was going to turn on him in these moments.
"If they haven't gotten to the stairs already." he added on to the 'what happens if we stay' line of thought before taking a few steps running-start to go back to his original task of roof-hopping... or in this case a running -leap-.
Which was met with a nice 'thud' of Mr. Not-Shrimp on the next roof over as he paused to wait for his companion-for-now-so-we-don't-die to come and make the jump himself. -SURELY- he could manage such a feat, yes?
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:30 pm
Okay, maybe that jump was a little harder looking than he'd first thought but... no, he'd make it! He wasn't about to let some guy show him up just for being a little bigger (and maybe a little less injured), dammit!
And besides, staying behind would get him skinned like a ca-- ... bad pun. Stop that.
Vince followed his companion-for-now-so-we-don't-die's example of taking a few steps back to start, making certain he had a firm grasp of his carry-bag before taking one deep breath, clenching his teeth... and taking off at a dead run to vault straight over the gap. Rather impressive for one in that kind of shape, really...
Although his landing was a little less than graceful, touching down feet first, but sort of... fall-skidding a good six feet on his legs and a** before he struggled back up again, looking ready to spit QUITE a few curses over the fact that that had HURT, GOD DAMMIT, and he'd probably have to do it again.
This day just sucked more and more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:55 pm
Even Alexander had felt that horrible landing, sighing, rather annoyedly at that, before he walked over to 'help' Vince up by grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking up.
Not the most gentle of beings, even with the partial invalid.
"Think you can do that same fall that many more times?" he asked rougly with a very straight face. Frankly, Alex didn't think so. If this kid took himself out on -every- room he did roof-hopping to, he'd eventually wear himself out... especially when already injured.
Not underestimating him, simply that Alexander would wear himself out with a fall like that more than once if he was in his -best- condition.
Following the partially entertained though, Alex moved to the edge of their current roof to glance over the edge of it and see how it looked down in the streets. Damn.. it was getting to the time where everybody and their dog (no literally, he could hear them starting to bark) were coming outside for whatever daily activity. -THAT- meant that he needed to play this even safer.
Going down into the street now would be suicide. Which left the options of finding somewhere to hide (Ha, nice wish...) until night, or keep going and hope to -god- they weren't caught...
That left him staring down at the street and tapping his fingers inside his pockets.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 4:07 pm
Oh, Alex hadn't felt a damn thing in comparison to Vince, who was already regretting this whole damned WEEK and just trying not to shriek expletives when a certain someone yanked his shirt enough to make his shoulder angry YET AGAIN. s**t s**t s**t THAT WAS NOT COMFORTABLE IN THE SLIGHTEST...
Deep breath, little hiss. Smooth your tail back down, man.
"I said I'm fine!" came the rather snippy retort, obviously standing firm on his claims DESPITE bodily logic and common sense telling him otherwise. "Let's just keep going, dammit!"
He wasn't weak; he was a tough as nails little stubborn a** who'd force his body to bend to HIS will, regardless of whether or not it WANTED to comply, and that was that. He wasn't some frail little effeminate flower like all of those disgusting women who swooned and faltered and cried for this knights in shining armor to save them. No, SCREW THAT. HE REFUSED TO BE AN IDIOTIC LITTLE DAMSEL.
... Or so went his logic until he just up and died on his feet, but that was far, far away in his brain-- short of getting caught by the mob, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 4:31 pm
"Shutit Shrimp." he snapped back just as 'nicely'. In fact, his tone was rather strict when he said it. He didn't 'suggest' his words, his tone 'demanded' them. However, it was him obtaining something resembling momentary silence before he finally rose again moving to the next roof over which...
Well, Vince wouldn't be liking it.
As Alexander was able to use it as a way to display his upper body strength (NOT THAT HE HADN'T ALREADY), grabbing it, as it was -right- next over and a little taller than him, and pulling himself up onto it.
"Now get up here." he stated flatly, not exactly in a rush to 'assist' as he sat on the edge of the roof again to scope out the next two roofs.
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......
First one then where too?
It was this 'which way, which way?' dilemma that he debated with himself over while he waited for Vince to take himself out on the edge of the roof (or swear at him for picking this one) and to get his a** up here.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 5:01 pm
"I'm not a shrimp," Vince snapped (... or growled) defensively, struggling to keep his tail from frizzing out like a big ginger cactus again in favor of just continuing this stupid fussy partnership to get the hell out of there and-- ....
Alright, now Alex was just doing this to spite him.
He was no pushover when it came to upper body strength either (he'd trained for years to push his little body to its maximum capacities, dammit), but the handicap of a bad shoulder and, by default, a useless arm was just... Yeah, this sucked. And it'd only keep sucking more and more.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he mumblehissspat at the former male's little 'hurrying up', wandering over the the roof's edge and taking another deep breath (jaw clenched of course) before, with surprising gusto, he practically flung himself at the ledge (AND WHY THE HELL WAS HE SO MUCH SHORTER THAN THE GUY TOO?!) to catch it with his good hand and... and...
No no no he would NOT lose his grip he was strong he was strong HE WAS NOT ABOUT TO SLIP JUST HEAVE A DAMNED LEG OVER THE SIDE AND USE THAT INSTEAD.
Which was what he ended up doing, throwing his left foot over the edge in a rather... awkward looking (but impressive) show of flexibility, straining to hoist himself up by an arm and a leg until he had made it up... on his stomach, and wheezing for several seconds before, once again, shoving himself upright again with a tight frownwince.
One had to give it to him for being tenacious, at least.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 5:22 pm
Oh how pathetic the boy (in Alexander's mind he -had- to be a 'boy'. The kid was too shrimpy to be too far into his 20's) looked, but at the same time he had to admit he was impressed by the Shrimp's ability to handle that situation, even giving him a light, and very unsarcastic, applause.
"Well if you're not a shrimp, what'll be on your tombstone?"
Translation, 'What's your name?'
Frankly, simply asking such a thing between men seemed so... feminine.. and females had this god-awful tendancy to be so very annoying. Ungodly so. Or maybe Godly so. He'd never met god (nor did he have plans to), but he had come to the conclusion that the man was very annoying.
He waited for an answer silently, continuing his 'glance over' of the area, before folding his arms and sighing.
If they dropped from the rooftops over -there-.. they might have some good ground to run along for some time in order to make better time.
Yes, that sounded like a plan.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 5:47 pm
Well he was anything but a boy, truth be told, and far more 'adult' than his rather pathetically slighting body gave him credit for... even if he still retained that damned childish STUBBORN STREAK like a hellbent 12 year old.
Wheeze, wheeze, pant pant wheeze... Oh, the guy was asking him a question? What kind of shitty way was that to get somebody's name?
"Nothing, because I'm not dying," he growled a bit, but resigned himself to a slightly less fighty tone... if only because he was starting to feel just a little worn out. "But the name's... Vincent, if that's what you're getting at, guy."
And oh, right. He didn't know 'Guy's' name either, huh?...
"So... what about you?..."
Yeah, that was pretty much an equally dodgy way of asking right back, but at least he'd been decent enough to answer first... and considering that they'd just sort of become unwilling partners in this epic Let's Stay Alive And Not Be Lynched crusade, learning his name seemed justified.
But ugh, he wasn't sure if he could do anything of those dramatic upward climbs without his damn arm falling off. What now?
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:05 pm
'Vincent'. Hn, one of the more 'unique' names of the world. Not really, it was just as 'unique' as his own... which it had seemed the other, who he was surprised hadn't fallen over and died yet from pain and exhaustion, was asking for in exchange.
"Alexander."
He felt like his name should have been followed by three other 'fanciful' names of wherever he was the duke or whatever royalty (which he wasn't in blood or pretend profession) was from plus some seven digit number.
Seven digit roman -NUMERAL- even.
However, he daudled on the notion for a short amount of time before scritching behind one of his ears irritably (Oh pun out loud) for a moment and sharing the battle plan.
"We'll be able to simply drop from roof to roof from here, once they run out we'll be able to hit the road while having 'safely' avoided any persuers... as well as being able to more effectively put 'people' between ourselves and them."
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