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Post by Wild on Jul 9, 2010 20:38:58 GMT -5
Wild's eyes fluttered open. His head felt like a war was going in it. He =cringed when he tried to move it up. He relaxed and looked around. He saw Flames laying on the ground a few feet away. He tried to reach for her instinctively but something held his hands. He tried to move his feet as well but something restrained him. Something rough and a bit poky bound his hands. He conected the two and figured out it was a rope. He didnt want to be to loud so he whispered, "Flames. Wake up." He didnt see her move so he said it agian, but louder. "Falmes. Wake up."
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Post by Flames on Jul 9, 2010 20:47:21 GMT -5
Flames mind drifted into consciousness. Someone had just said her name. "Falmes. Wake up." Ah. That was it. She opened her eyes and saw purple everywhere. After blinking, she realized this was because she was staring directly at a rocky ground. Flames grumbled. "I'm up." She took the hint to keep her voice low.
Attempting to push herself up with her hands, Flames realized they, around with her legs, were bound. Sitting up without them was somewhat difficult, but she managed. She looked around. They were sitting somewhere in a tunnel of the same purple rock. She struggled to remember. Sitting in the car, and then--her heart gave a leep as she remembered--seeing the girl. They had chased her and...and...?
There had been a man and a tiny soul and a van...The peices slowly fit together in her mind. And then they had lost. Flames detested losing. "Where are we?" she whispered.
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Post by Wild on Jul 9, 2010 21:05:38 GMT -5
Wild watched as Flames sat up, having a hard time with the ropes binding her hands. He tried to sit up again but his head throbbed painfuly and he rested again. He looked around like Flames was doing and saw the purple rock everywhere. It was dim in the hall way but he could still see down the hallway. He slipped his tied hands down, bringing his feet up and letting his bound hands pass under them, bringing them to the front of him. He smiled and sat up, holding his head and lefiting himself with his abs. His head swayed a bit and the world turned sideways.
" I have no idea. My heaqd feels like shit." he said, raising his hands to the back of his head and feeling the dried and crusted blood.
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Post by Flames on Jul 9, 2010 21:57:59 GMT -5
Flames nodded. "Join the club." She glanced over at the other Seeker and frowned. "You look shittier than I feel, though." She scooted over to the closest wall and, with great difficulty and narrowed eyes, pushed herself up to standing. With tiny steps--the roped wouldn't allow her anything else--she turned all the way around. In front the tunnel streched on. Behind, there were assorted bags and boxes. A few were shoved into the hole in the wall, but most had jsut been left on the ground.
Flames looked down at her tied ankles. She could not deal with this. Time for the ropes to go. "Got anything sharp?" she asked, looking around again to see if anything jumped out at her.
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Post by Wild on Jul 9, 2010 22:23:50 GMT -5
Wild looked around with his limited ability and saw nothing. He tried to think of something he could make with his hands tied and suddenly remembered something. He searched his shoe with his toes for somehting sharp, a razor blade. He always kept it in their for some random reason. He pulled up his knees to his chest and his fingers undid his laces. It took a moment before he got them untied, but finaly he pulled off his shoe and reached into the secret slot that held the razor blade. He slid it out and scooted closer to her. He got to the wall and pulled himself up. He stood and turned her around. He started to saw away at the rope with the blade, cutting through bind after bind.
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Post by Flames on Jul 9, 2010 22:38:30 GMT -5
Flames smiled. Yet another--no, two more--things she liked about him. For one, he was just so prepared that he kept a razor in his shoe. More importantly, he cut her ropes before attending to his own. Flames smiled approvingly.
Shaking out her arms, she nodded slowly. They were in the humans hideout, quite obviously. On one hand, that meant they had gained access to the most important discovery of either of their careers. On the other, they had no idea the way out and Flames bag was gone. "You don't happen to still have your cell, do you?" she said. Although she doubted they would have reception, it would be foolish not to try. "Once you get yourself untied, we're going to look around."
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Post by Wild on Jul 9, 2010 23:07:34 GMT -5
Wild started to cut his ropes as well. They fell off of him and he stood up. The cave was still dark. He put the blade into a little pocket he had in his wrist band watch and looked back to Flames. She was standing there with barely a bruise. He touched the back of his head and winced. It whad started to trickle blood a little. He took off his jacket and tore a thick, long piece of fabric off. He wrapped it around his head. He tied it tight around his head, making the knot off to the side. He probaly looked dorky but he didnt care, not now.
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Post by Flames on Jul 10, 2010 1:50:54 GMT -5
Flames smirked. "Nice headdress. Really suits you." She couldn't help it; he just looked to ridiculous. His head had looked pretty beat up. Flames looked up the tunnel. She could just make out a curve in the darkness. No sound except her and Flames breathing was audible either. The humans had taken her machine and hand guns and had at least one more, along with with the brutality to use other assorted objects for violence and this was their home turf. Wild had a razor blade and Flames had her last resort. "Would you like to see my favorite weapon?" Flames whispered. Without waiting for an answer she reached into her boot and pulled out what looked like gun-shaped charm for a charm bracelet. Flames lifted it and smiled. "Swiss mini gun, smallest gun in the world. All the capabilities of a normal sized revolver--including fired at over 300 miles per hour--but it's just over two inches long and with a miniscule 2.34 milimeter calibre. Tiny, I know, but if you can manage to get a great shot in with this, they'll never get it out." Flames smiled at the gun so softly you would have thought it was her child. He liked talking about his car; she liked talking about this. It reminded her in ways of herself--hard and classic, small but deadly, and incredibly easy to hide. Plus, it was one of the few things in which her size came in handy; she could just pull the trigger with her pinky, where anyone else would fail. Flames looked up at Wild. "Don't you love the Swiss?"Notes: Yay, product placement! |
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Post by Wild on Jul 10, 2010 13:48:21 GMT -5
Wild stared at Flames in aww. She was always prepared, in any situations. He looked around the cave and saw boxs. He rushed avor to them as fast as his head would let them and he crashed down to examine them. He pushed through the boxes and came across a plastic tool box-loooking thing. He pryed it up to reveal what looked like an empty box.. He noticed an egde the was separated from the side. He stuck his finger between the crack and pulled up. The bottom came up to reveal a few screw drivers and some saw blades. He picked u a screw driver and placed it in his belt. Next, he took the two longest blades and put them in his belt loops as well. He grabbed an extra one to hold and looked back to see if there was anything alse to take. Nothiung seemed a salvagable weapon and he ran back. He held up his blade and said, "Lets go."
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Post by Flames on Jul 10, 2010 14:12:15 GMT -5
Flames watch as he searched, glad when he came up with something. "Let's go." Flames nodded. She took a step forward, and her heals gave the familiar sharp click. Flames sighed. She had been rather fond of these shoes. With prescition, she dug her heals down until each snapped off. The soles of the boots were soft enough that they easily became flat shoes.
With a glance at Wild, she moved forward into the tunnel. Once she reached darkness, Flames put a hand out to find the wall. One side was bumpy and painful to trace, but the other was excellent for following.
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