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 Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 5:32 pm
((Um... pretty much. I've been clamoring for a timeskip for a few days now, but now I've got dreams to make... so... could we maybe get the timeskip to morning like... tonight in real life, maybe, please?))
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 5:35 pm
((I guess so *timeskip* though I'm heading off soon anyway))
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 6:10 pm
Jasmine dreamed a satisfying dream of drinking flavorful, aromatic tea in a Japanese establishment that specialized in some damn good tea. She was wearing a black and silver-gray kimono, and her hair was dressed in a bun, with two senbon needles sticking through the bun in a cross. Her face was painted white, and her lips red, though in traditional Japanese style - leaving the corners of the lips white.
At her side - on the ground, not literally on her waist - rested a beautifully gem-encrusted scabbard, in which Jasmine somehow knew slept a genuinely majestic yet unmistakably deadly katana.
At her other side was the weapon she so often doted on, but completely out of place, the customized M99B. Chinese make - the country where Elsa had grown up - and deadly accurate, unbelievably powerful, surprisingly lightweight, thanks to some special tinkering by her government friends in China.
Anyway, back to the dream. Jasmine found herself suddenly doing Jackie-Chan style martial combat, jumping around and using improbable weapons constantly in addition to mind-boggling Kung Fu. It might have been a variation, or possibly Tae-Kwon-Do. Then Jasmine switched her style to Judo as she first turned her - strangely indiscernible - opponent's arms against him, then rolled backwards, executing a throw that used its own momentum to pull herself back upright, while sending her opponent crashing through a screen door.
The suddenly she was in a sword-battle, hacking away at and parrying blows from another visible but indiscernible enemy. His own sword was unrealistically large, like in those Final Fantasy games she used to play.
When the man bested her at swordplay, she suddenly had the M99B in her hands, trained at his chest. When she fired, he fell, his weapon flinging away into oblivion.
A young boy, age seven or thereabouts, walked calmly into the battle zone, where no enemies currently were, and took Jasmine - Elsa's hand. She was Jasmine no more, but now Elsa, not the killer, but the amateur chef.
Into the kitchen, where she prepared sushi and steak. She was now working at the sushi/steak restaurant in New York. Any old place, really, because it was only her cover for the time being.
Then she was the victim of a large game of football, with hundreds of abnormally huge men rushing at her. She matrix-flipped through the air, dodging several hundreds of Mr. Smith/football players, and knocked the Little Mermaid off of her rock near the coast as she did so.
From that point on, the dream took little sense, being just another ordinary dream. From that point on.
Now Jasmine was busily preparing not sushi and steak, but hamburgers for herself and the prisoner. Hey - just because he was a victim of kidnapping and torture didn't mean she had to feed him nasty food. That would be an insult to her cooking skills.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 6:42 pm
Rose smirked, "Maybe...they're at least friends....but I have high hopes for them." she sighed, "I know he's appart of the mob...not what branch though...but he seems to really like Tiffany. Why else would he put up with her b*****g and poor treatment."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:02 pm
Sami heard Anthony had recovered and she leaped up, dashing to the room where they were and breaking it open.
"You're alive!" She immediately stated. Then she realized Rose was awake, and deflated slightly. "Oh. So are you."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:04 pm
Rose rolled her eyes, "Nice to see you too sweetheart." she said it with scarcasm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:11 pm
Sami gave her a look that was a mix between a pout and a glare.
"Well excuse me if I'm still a little touchy about the fact that you held a gun up to my face," she replied coldly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:12 pm
Rose narrowed her eyes, "Well excuse me for being a might twichy for being shot at. I apologize that I missunderstoud and thought you were apart of the mafia."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:23 pm
Sami pouted this time and held her elbows looking away.
There was silence for a moment.
"I'll forgive you if you buy me cheesecake," she breathed softly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:28 pm
Rose examined the girl and burted out laughed, "My cloths are right by my bed. Back right pocket, I have some cash tucked away in my wallet...oh and leave the credit cards and badge."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:37 pm
Sami blinked.
"You're not going to go with me?" She quipped.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:49 pm
Rose raised an eyebrow, "I can't move....Tell you what. Take the money and buy two cheese cakes. We'll all eat it when you get back."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:39 pm
Bubba mercilessly beat the crap out of a little, teenage punk who thought he was all that. Using a broken ceramic vase, he pummeled the kid into with an inch of his life.
Then, he took the kid, dragged him out into the middle of the midnight highway, and left him there to be ran over.
Several days later, only just out of the Intensive Care unit, the boy was beaten once again by Bubba. During the day, in the medical room in which he had been alone until that point.
Using the small plug-in TV, Bubba pinned the boy's leg between it and the floor. Then, wielding an IV rack, Bubba proceeded to beat up the teenager, again. When he was finished, he took the TV and smashed it, glass-down, over the boy's head for good measure.
He was not stopped from leaving the hospital, as it took an hour for anyone to check on the boy.
Six months later, after intensive medical treatment of his many fractures, including several on the crushed skull, the boy was released with a good bill of health, even if with both a physical and a learning disability, both permanent.
Three days after he was released, Bubba found him and yet again sent him to the emergency room, and then onto the Intensive Care Unit.
Once again, Bubba was not captured or apprehended. He got away scott-free.
This time, it took two years between medical and psychological damages to be mended... or forgotten.
Another year went by, with no incident. Then, the boy now eighteen, was found one last time by Bubba.
This time, it was when they both happened to be in the same police station, in the same cell. No police had known they were connected, and the eighteen-year-old boy was only being detained for one night.
The boy walked out of that cell - no, was carried, - in a stretcher with all four limbs having multiple fractures, his skull bashed around but unbroken, a mild brain concussion, and several bruises all over the place.
However... this fourth time, Bubba did not leave that fight alive. He too, was carried out in a stretcher - by the coroners. After three years of medical treatment and therapy, the boy - now, a man, - walked away from his life.
Bubba reflected on this dream he had seen, vividly, as he prepared a pound of hamburger meat to be cooked in the skillet, at home.
He realized that, because his mental scars would never be erased, Bubba's subconscious had inadvertently reversed the roles of the two main characters in that dream.
As Bubba began sizzling pink, bloody hamburger, he recollected on how many times he had dreamed that sequence. If it hadn't been for that insane man, who had nearly killed him four times over the years, he would not be as tough as he was now.
Of course, he'd be tough. He'd already been three times a murderer before that strange man had come into his life. Bubba still didn't remember how the man had known him in the first place, if at all.
Just a random beating in the street, hadn't it started as? Bubba didn't know. The memories were of so long ago, his mind had begun to forget them, since Bubba rarely called them up for review, anymore.
Sighing, Bubba threw some seasoning on his soon-to-be-delicious hamburger meat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:52 pm
Sami blinked and then grinned.
"You got it!" Turning, she took out a twenty dollar bill from Rose's wallet and left everything else untouched.
Before she departed, she turned at the door and gazed at the other.
"You know..." she breathed softly to Rose. "You might not be so bad after all."
Then she was gone.
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