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Post by Solka on Apr 24, 2007 13:45:43 GMT -5
-Re-posted from the Aoikon boards-
RP with White of our characters Solka and Vincent. Solka is a white wolf and she's mine. Vincent is a black and green wolf/husky and he's White's.
The alabaster wolf appeared over the hilltop, tail brushing behind her. Solka peered down on the town through her shades and her eyes locked on the Town Bank. She smirked and looked over her shoulder, 'Vince, you comin'?' She glared over at Vincent who was rummaging around in the black bag they had brought for the robbery. Vincent moaned and Solka frowned, 'What now?' Vincent showed her the bag that seemed oddly lightweight. He put a finger through a hole in the bottom of the bag and wiggled it, 'Ain't it great? Our guns fell through the hole...' Solka smiled and shook her head. She took two revolvers out of her coat and handed one over to Vincent, 'I knew I couldn't count on you... I'm kidding.' She added as she saw Vincent's face turn bright red. She chuckled and messed with his hair before she turned her back on him and started to walk towards the town, shoving the gun into her coat once more and running her fingers through her brown hair.
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Post by Mick on Apr 24, 2007 13:49:54 GMT -5
Re-posting from Aoikon as well --------------
As Solka walked on in front of him, Vincent pulled out his prized aviators from his pocket and slid them on with ease, zipping the black bag again and throwing it over his shoulder. He looked at the black metal gun in his hand, the word "Sugar" engraved on the handle. Sugar and Spice were Solka's named guns; she'd have them ever since he knew her. He had to admit Solka was pretty good when it came to shooting. Out on the shooting range, she'd always beat him, even if it were by the smallest count. As they both walked, Vincent noticed they had stopped in front of a Walmart, still about a mile away from the town. "What're we doing here?" He raised an eyebrow. "We're buying some duck tape to cover that hole of yours. And the hole on your bag." With a groan, Vincent laid back leaning On t he wall, as Solka asked for a small roll of duck tape. With nothing else to do, he stared at the automatic doors, people coming in and going out every now and then. His mind started wandering away and he mentally revised the plan. They were to lightning rob the city bank. Simple, he'd go behind the counter and join every hostage and Solka would take all she could into their bag. And clean, there'd be no injuries to any of the sides. Or at least they hoped. Then at the set time a third would come pick them up with a tagless car and they'd go away.
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Post by Solka on Apr 24, 2007 13:50:37 GMT -5
(Keeping to the re-post here xD)
Looking good White! Looking good <3 -------
Solka rolled her eyes at Vincent's mindabsent expression. She snapped, 'Shut your yap, you're drooling! Now, give me the bag, I'll put some duct tape on it. At least until I can sew it again...' Vincent let the bag slip from his shoulder onto the floor with a soft thud. He looked around as Solka kneeled down and cut a few bits of the duct tape, sticking them over the hole on the bag afterwards, 'There.' She said, tapping the bag and rising back up. 'Now, let's get going. Get the bag.' Vincent grunted and frowned. He thought she was being a bit mean to him, although he knew they were close friends. They kept on walking and Solka stopped in front of a Burger King that was just a couple of miles away from the town hall and bank, 'What?!' Vincent asked. 'I'm hungry. We should eat before moving on. We don't want to look suspicious.' She added in a whisper. They went in the restaurant and Solka asked for two cheeseburgers and cokes. Meanwhile, Vincent had sat down at a table for two and let the bag slip in between his feet for safe-keeping. He caressed 'Sugar', being careful not to let it slip and it going off. He stored it back as Solka approached with the food. She placed it on the table before she took her coat off and put it to rest at her knees.
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Post by Mick on Apr 24, 2007 13:55:31 GMT -5
Re-posting from Aoikon ------------------------
As she set the food on the table, Vincent couldn't help but feel a familiar sensation on his stomach. Like something bad was gonna happen. "Aren't you gonna eat?" Solka asked, opening a package of ketchup and pouring it over her fries, keeping her eyes down. "whoa, you look pale, are you alright?" she asked as she finally looked up to her friend. Snapping back, Vincent quickly answered. "Yeah, yeah, just fine." He took a french frie from his package and nibbled on it, still worried. "Vince. Man, I've known you since like ever. What aren't you telling me?" "I can't help-" "What?" "Solk, I can't help but to think that something is gonna go wrong. I feel it in my gut." "Oh shut your trap!" she yelled. Everyone on the restaurant looked over at their table. She mumbled a "sorry" and went back to Vince. "Nothing, and I repeat, nothing will go wrong" she said pointing a threatening frie on front of his nose "unless -you- screw it up, Vince." With a low growl Vincent leaned back on his seat mumbling: "How can you eat in a time like this, anyway?" "Stop being such a wuss." She said, bitting her burger. "Whatever. I'm going outside for a smoke." Minutes later, as she walked out of the restaurant and looked at the floor by Vince, she saw not one but five cigarettes at his feet. He always smoked like a chimney when he was nervous. "You're gonna die of lung cancer someday." she said as her hand sneaked into her coat to get a pack of minted cigarettes. As she got no response from Vincent she went on, taking a puff and exhaling the greenish smoke by her nostrils: "C'mon man, lets get a cab." "Oh sure lets get along with even more people. In a minute half the city will know us!" "Vince" Solka said with a straight face "Chill." she laid a reassuring hand on his back but he yanked it off with a nasty "Leave me alone." and got into the cab that she had called just moments before. She sighed as she walked in as well, mumbling "Square" as she thought about what they were going to do. She sighed again. They were being way too cold to each other. Well, with that kind of pressure on your shoulders it's not easy to deal with anything. But it wasn't their falt... was it? After all, it all had begun months ago..
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Post by Solka on Apr 24, 2007 13:56:47 GMT -5
(Ditto)
Vincent rubbed the start of his nose bridge as a headache formed. He had gotten in the front seat of the cab. He turned to the taxi driver and said, 'Please pull over here. Yeah, here's nice. Thanks.' He gave him a 10 dollar bill and got out of the cab. Vincent walked a bit towards a pole and hurled. Coughing, he stood straight and cleaned his mouth on his coat sleeve. Solka rushed towards him, 'What's wrong?' 'It's... Nothing, really.' 'Vince...' 'Yeah?' 'Have you been going to quimotherapy like you should?' Solka frowned. Vincent looked away, his hand on the pole. Solka rubbed his back. 'Look, you should go no matter what. I'll call this off....' Solka suggested but she was cut off by Vincent. 'No! We're not calling it off! I'm feeling better.... Let's go.' He started to walk towards the town bank, closely followed by Solka. She took the bag off of Vincent's shoulders and threw if over her own. Vincent stared at her for a moment before smiling and continuing his walk. After a few minutes they arrived at the bank. Vincent pulled Solka into an alley and gave her a black mask. 'Here. Put it on. We don't want people to see our faces....' Solka obeyed and slid the mask over her head. She made some final adjustements and gave a quick jerk of her head towards the bank. They started to move. First they walked. Then they started to quicken their pace and finally they were running towards the entrance of the bank. Solka took "Spice" out of her coat pocket and yanked the loader. They burst the doors open and stretched their arms out. 'Freeze!' Solka yelled. 'This is not a drill! Get down and we won't hurt you.' Solka gave another quick jerk of her head and Vincent walked towards the people that were inside the bank. Solka walked up towards a man behind a counter and she pointed the gun at him. 'Open the cash register and put all the money inside this.' She threw the bag and the man caught it with a frightened jump. He dialed some numbers and the cash register opened with a kling. The man poured all the bills and coins in the bag and closed the register. 'Now onto the safety vault. Now!' Solka ordered to the man.
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Post by Mick on Apr 24, 2007 14:02:27 GMT -5
Re-posting.... -------------------------
As Solka followed the bald guy to the huge vault, Vincent looked around, checking on his hostages. There was a bit of everything, lots of guys and women, elders and even some children. Something lingered in the corner of his eye. He turned quickly just in time to see one of the employees trying to reach for the emergency button under the table with his left hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he said as Sugar was pushed into the man's right hand that laid carelessly on the table. Shaking,t he man moved his hand away from the button and laid his hands on his lap. "That's better" It had been about a minute and a half since they had entered the bank and started making hostages and a taking the money when the pain stroke him. He held ont o his side tightly and fell to his knees, cold sweat running down his forehead and an urge to puke again coming to his mouth. As he was knelled on the floor, the same guy reached for the emergency button in a heroic effort and the alarm started to ring. "F-f**k*r" Vincent muttered,reaching for Sugar which had fallen inches away from his hand. As soon as he touched the cold metal he aimed for the guy that shouldn't have done a thing. Bam. A red blur and the man's hand bled like a fountain. He screamed and grabbed onto his hand like it were about to fall out. "SOLKAA!" Vincent screamed between the noises of the sirens. Solka left the vault as soon as she heard him with the bag, now obviously heavier on her shoulder. She ran over to him. "Vince, damn are you alright?" "Yeah, but I think I just screwed things up." "Shh" she stroked his hair. "Please get up.. We gotta run. Alter is on her way.." With effort, Vincent got up, putting half his under-weighted mass on Solka's Body. "Oh shit." she muttered. "What now?" he moaned the urge to vomit again forming on his belly. "Cops are here." "Daaamn." "Quick. Grab an hostage." Vincent's eye quickly dropped to the aching guy onto he floor, his white shirt a bloody mess. Inhaling deeply and shaking his disease away for a while, Vince let go of Solka and grabbed the man by the the collar of his Armani shirt. "You're so gonna regret pushing that f**k**g button." He just looked at Vincent with fear mirrored in his eyes. "This is LA PD! Let go of the hostages and we'll talk" "Fuck you." Solka muttered. "They're not going anywhere!" Vincent yelled. "But we are." Solka smirked has her pager shot bipping, mixing with the sirens. All of a sudden a huge black windowed SUV broke through the two police cars, breaking the glass doors of the bank's building. One of the few agents that had manged to stay on foot yelled: "Don't you dare going int hat car!" At his front was Vincent still holding the guy. At the moment the cop thought of nothing more, for it was his brother that was being held by the criminal, and at that, bleeding like mad. He shot. Half a second and Vincent was down, his right side bleeding violently. The bullet had stayed in, he could feel it. "NO!" was all Solka said before Spice was shot straight in the head of the policeman. For a moment everything was silent. The the SUV's motor roared and Solka came back to herself and dragged Vincent into the black car. The doors were closed and the motor hummed again before the skilled street racer drove it though the glass doors on the other side of the room again. "Step on it!" Solka yelled. "Say no more!" The female driver answered and they moved through the same cop cars as before, going down the avenue full speed. Inside the SUV Solka asked: "Where are we going?" "Derrange's" Alternate said, shifting gears. "Oh my God." Solka yelled after a 20 seconds of trip. "What, what is it?" "He's going into shock.." "Fuck..." Alternate shifted gears again, dodging a huge truck. "God, I think he stabilized" Solka said cleaning her forehead to her sleeve. She took the leather glove she had on off and laid a hand on her friend's forehead. "He's burning in fever." "Keep the pressure On hat wound, we're almost there, me and Bob will take care of it." Alternate said, trying to hide the distress that was going on her head, and the tears that screamed to get out of her bi-colored eyes, praying that her brother would get alright. Solka moved the bag and there was a white t-shirt on the seat. She took it to apply pressure on the bullet wound and Spice fell at her feet. She nearly chocked but couldn't hold back a sob. "What's wrong?" Alternate asked, fully alert as they entered the parking lot under Derrange's abandoned apartment block. "I... killed someone"
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Post by Solka on Apr 24, 2007 14:05:37 GMT -5
(Re-posting from Aoikon)
Alternate stopped the car in front of Bob's house and opened the door rather quickly. She stepped out and slid the sliding car door open, grabbed hold of Vince who was burning hot and didn't respond to anything, and knocked on the door of the house. Bob came out and gasped, giving way for Alternate to step inside and lie Vincent on the couch. Solka entered shortly after, tears silently falling down her face. She sat near the window as she looked at Bob and Alternate who were discussing something, obviously Vincent's condition. Solka couldn't hear much and was completely shut off from the rest of the world. Flashbacks ran through her memory. Memories of her eating with Vincent. Memories of him hurling in the street. Memories of them going inside the bank. Memories of her, killing the cop. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She didn't even realize Derrange had come in the room to check on Vincent. She only knew he was there when she felt a hand on her shoulder and she could suddenly hear everything, just like a movie, 'Are you alright?' Derrange worried. She shook her head and cried. 'I-I knew we sh-shouldn't have do-done this...' She sobbed. Derrange quirked a brow at Alternate and Bob who shrugged. Derrange dissapeared into the kitchen and returned with some chocolate milk. He handed the mug in which the liquid had been poured to Solka and she took it with shaking hands. She thanked him with a slight nod of the head. She looked at Vincent who was lying on the couch, unconscious, 'Is he going to be alright?' Derrange and Bob shrugged but Alternate said, 'We better get this guy in the hospital...' but Bob shook his head violently, disagreeing, 'These two just broke into a bank! Do you really think any kind of public hospital would take him in?!' 'Maybe not any public hospital. But I know someone who can help him.' Alternate smirked and headed for the phone. She picked it up and dialed. Afterwards, she pressed it against her ear. After a while, someone on the other end of the line answered. 'Yeah, Tom? Could you get over at Bob's? We have a major problem here...' And as she said these words she turned around to look at Vincent with a pityful expression on her face. She then returned to her initial position and nodded, 'Alright, thanks alot. Bring everything you can. It's a medical condition.' She nodded several times more and then hung up. She turned to the others, 'Tom's comming. He'll know what to do. Meanwhile, we should just make some more pressure against the wound and put some wet towel on his forehead.' Solka sipped some of her chocolate milk before turning to Alternate, 'Alt... I'd like to talk to you...' She got up and grabbed Alternate by the arm, leading her to a seperate room and leaving the boys to take care of Vincent. 'What...?' Alternate inquired. 'I shot someone. I killed them...' Solka admitted. 'Who? Who did you shoot?' 'I...I...' 'Aww, c'mon!' 'Alright! I shot a cop.' Solka confessed. 'And I'm afraid to be sent into a slam.' 'Well, one thing's for sure. You won't go in without a trial.'
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This is getting intense!
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Post by Mick on Apr 24, 2007 14:12:13 GMT -5
Reposting... -----------
Leaving Solka sitting by the window on Derrange's room staring at the stormy weather outside, Alternate went back tot he poorly illuminated living room. She picked up a towel and let the cold water of the tap run over it. She then replaced it on his head, putting the old one on her lap and sitting by his side, petting his head. Thank God, the fever had went away a little. «I hope Tom gets here soon» she thought before the phone rang and Derrange ran to pick it up. "Yeah?" he answered. after hearing the voice On t he other side of the line, his black eyes widened and his breathing got heavier. "What, right now?" "..." "Sorry, it won't happen again. It's just that I've got an injured person here and I really can't... Yes, yes, forgive me. I-I'll be right there." All of his weird talking went unnoticed as Bob brought some coffee for everyone. Alternate took the biggest mug and placed it on the coffee table beside her, still holding Vincent's hand. He was still inactive, no response to anything. Warm salty tears ran down her cheeks freely. "Where's Solka?" Bob asked placing a hand on Alter's shoulder. "I think she's still in Dee's room." He answered. "Okay I'll go check on her." "But she's fine isn't she?" Alternate turned again to face the vampire bat. "Man, um, Bob she... damn, she shot a cop." "What?" "Yeah, I know. Maybe you could help?" "I dunno, it's way over me. But maybe Derrange can. Speaking of it, where is he?" "I don't know, he got a call and went to his room." That said, Alternate went to Dee's room to check her brother's friend. As she opened the door Derrange came out with a black messenger bag on his shoulder and a long trench coat on. "Oh, hiya, Alter. Solka wants to talk with you. I'm going out. See you later." "What? You're leaving now?" Alternate's voice cracked. "Yeah, just for a few hours and don't worry" he added as he saw tears on her eyes forming again "it'll be alright." He gave her a tight hug and left. Alternate entered the room and closed the door behind her. Solka was sitting on Derrange's bed, eyes red from crying. She sat by her side and asked: "So babe, how you feeling?" "A tad better, thanks." she sniffed. "Good. You might wanna get some sleep. Tom's just messaged me and he's stuck on traffic, so Vince Will be on his own for a little more." "Okay. But... do wake me up when he gets here. I wanna be by his side." "Sure thing. Now close your eyes and sleep." Alternate got up and silently closed the door behind her. Bob had changed the towel again and was laying the new one on Vincent's forehead. "How is he doing?" she asked "He's hanging on. I think he'll make it through." She smiled slightly. "I never doubted... what's that?" she asked "What?" "That. On his mouth." Bob looked at Vincent's mouth. There was a red spot there. "What the...-" he opened Vincent's mouth just a little and a string of blood leaked into his open wing "-Shit. Alter, get me a bowl. Fast." Alternate, who hadn't processed the information snapped back and ran tot he open kitchen to get a glass bowl. She went Back t ot the couch and Bob turned Vince's mouth to the side, above the bowl and opened it. A stream of blood ran into the bowl until it was half full. "What's happening to him?" "I've... sen this before, Alter." "What is it?!" "It's called Pulmonary embolism." "Is it bad?" "It kills 60,000 persons each year, Alternate. I'm sorry. Or it can be lung cancer." Alternate could feel her heart skip a beat. An hour later door bell rang. "Could it be Tom?" Bob asked. "No, he says hes with the police. They s topped him in the bank street. I told him not to go that way." "Relax, I'm sure he's good. I'm gonna see who it is." Bob got up and went to the door. He opened it and Derrange walked in leaping. "Babe, what happened?" Bog asked looking at his leg. "Nothing, I just tripped." Derrange said shadily. "Really, don't worry sweetie, I'm just gonna go inside and change into something comfy and I'll be right back. And I think I'll make us dinner. Yeah." Bob groaned a bit and kissed his cheek sadly, before turning back to Alternate and the blood bowl. Derrange went back into his room silently so Solka wouldn't wake up and took all his clothes out. He felt so filthy. He putted on some underwear and a black wool sweatshirt, some foot gear up to his knees and a long Gothic skirt. He then threw all his dirty clothes into the laundry bin and went back to the kitchen, picking up the bowl of blood and the coffee mug that lied on the coffee table. Alternate had fallen asleep besides Vincent and Bob was sitting by her, with a sad look on his black face. "Torment, honey, what's wrong?" Derrange asked. "It's Vince, Dee. I think he has lung cancer." Derrange remained silent. "I'm sure it's nothing. He just got shot it's normal to spit blood I think?" He said, trying to ignore the 2 gallons of blood On t he bowl he was holding. He then walked back to the kitchen and poured the blood in the bowl inside a bottle. He dipped a finger inside and tasted. He hated to admit it, but there was definitely a disease in that blood. Derrange turned the oven on and started frying some small steaks. He doubted anyone would have the will to eat the though. In a situation like that... Minutes later, the door bell rang. It was finally Tom. Bob woke up Alternate who immediately stayed alert and went to wake up Solka. Solka came back shaking. Alternate didn't have the guts to tell her about the blood on Vince's mouth. Tom was standing in the middle of the room, hand on his waist. "OKay, lets roll. we don't have much time left. And Derrange, I'll need some of your bottle blood. Alter, what's his type?" "O negative." She said, rolling her hair in her fingers in a nervous habit. "OKay, lets go."
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Post by Solka on Apr 24, 2007 14:13:15 GMT -5
(Reposting from Aoikon..)
Tom opened his briefcase which contained all sorts of medical utensils. He took an instrument used to extract small things out and spoke softly to Vincent, 'Alright Vince, I have to take the bullet out. It's going to hurt a bit but you have to endure the pain so we can take it out. So, relax.' Vincent moaned and waited. Tom moisterized the intrument and told Alternate to get him a bowl in which he could drop the bullet. He grabbed a towel and got to work. He used the towel to make pressure onto one of Vincent's sides so the bullet would be easier to see. With no luck at all, Tom grabbed a medical knife and cut his side open just slightly. He then caught sight of the bullet and proceeded to take it out. Vincent didn't react even when Tom started to make his way towards the bullet. He caught it with the tips of his 'grabbing instrument' and started to slowly pull it towards him. Sweat fell down his face and Alternate mopped it with a napkin. It was almost out when Vincent finally reacted and had a sort of small convulsion. The bullet fell and got lost inside of him again, 'Shit! I lost it!' Yelled Tom. 'What now?' Alternate was worried. 'We have to do it all over again...' Tom's face was soaked in sweat.
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No inspiration lately >:
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Post by Mick on Apr 24, 2007 14:17:45 GMT -5
Re-posting... --------------------------------- Solka hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath ever since the tweezers had gone in Vince's bullet wound. She took a deep breath and gripped his hand. Alternate had moved away from her brother and was sitting in the arm chair next to the couch, silently gripping Bob's thumb. Derrange was just standing behind the latter's, eyes fixed on Tom's movements. In his hands laid the bottle of blood he'd handed him and Tom was currently putting a needle in Vincent's vein and then plugging it to the bottle so Vincent could get some blood in his system. Vincent just laid there, motionless and completely absent to anything that was going around him. His eyes weren't moving under his eyelids, so he wasn't sleeping. Only he wasn't awake either, which made Solka extremely nervous. Grabbing a new pair of tweezers, Tom moved to the hole in Vincent's left side. Carefull with the slightest movement, he directed the metal instrument into the depths of Vincent's body, pressing his side again to see if the bullet became visible. In a luck strike, he got a glimpse of the bloody metal object and directed his tweezers to it, getting ahold of it and finally pulling it out. Tom sighed. He was safe. For now at least. He sewed the wound and gave the still unconscious Vincent a dose of antibiotics. He took the now empty bottle and the needle away from Vincent and washed his hands. Alternate got up to meet him after shedding some tears over Vincent's unconscious form. "How is he?" she asked "As far as I can tell, he's gonna do alright." Tom answered "All he needs now is a lot of rest and no more bank robing."
Solka sat besides Vincent hours after everyone had left. Alternate hadn't left willingly. But she had work to do. Everyone would get suspicious if she skipped a meeting. Derrange had told Bob he should get some sleep as well. She watched as everyone left. Solka remembered the reason of everything.
She remembered the ethanol smell of the white room where Vincent sat in a bed, doctor explaining him the results of his tests as he got paler and paler, emotion slipping away from his eyes every word spoken. Vincent had been experiencing pain on his side and his eyes were turning gradually yellow. He couldn't even drive the car to the hospital that day. Solka had brought him and they had sat waiting for the exams in the waiting room for three hours to know Vincent had early liver cancer. Not bad enough for him die but not good enough to be treatable. He had an year maximum. None of them spoke in the ride back home and Solka felt a knot in her stomach as Vincent closed the door of his apartment on her back and she heard him falling on the floor in a ball of sobs. The only way Vincent could be saved, the doctor explained was to get a liver transplant. The waiting list was kilometers long. Vincent had asked to be put on the list no matter what, he wanted to live. The doctor had shaken his head and told Vincent he should start making the necessary arrangements while he still could. Vincent didn't tell anyone. Only Solka knew and he made her swear she wouldn't tell a soul. Not even Alternate. Days passed and the only arrangements Vincent had made were the 10 packs of cigarettes lying on the floor around him. A month later they got a call from the hospital saying some one was donating their liver to Vincent. They had rushed to the hospital. The only problem was that when they got there, someone had taken the liver instead of Vincent because they had found out Vincent didn't have health insurance. He had been scratched off the list. Solka had screamed, yelled and threatened the doctor but they were thrown out. Solka still screaming with tears running down her eyes and Vincent standing motionlessly behind her. After a few moments, she broke down On t he concrete in front of the hospital and cried. Vincent took her home and then crawled back into his hole. He wouldn't receive anyone on his place and from t the day he'd been denied the right to live he was as dried, tied up and dead to the world. 'Live fast, die young and leave a beautiful corpse.' Only, he didn't feel ready. He didn't wanted to go. And after all, go where? He knew perfectly well that there was no Heaven or Hell. A few days later, Solka had banged into his house, opened all the windows and pulled him off the floor. She had pushed him into the bathtub and gave him a cold bath before taking him into he living room and spreading a folder of papers in front of his nose. The public hospitals could have a Kilometer long waiting list but Private Hospitals didn't. "That's where your gonna get your liver, Vince!" Solka smiled. Vincent's eyes flew across the typed words his friend had printed from the Internet. "People get a better payment if they donate their liver there than in a public hospital so you don't have to wait months!" Vincent seemed to have gotten to the sheet of paper he wanted. "Solk." he said. "We can't afford this. It's way over our heads." Silk's smile didn't vanished. Instead her eyes got darker and she spoke in a whisper. "Remember when we used to play thieves?"
And what a hell of thieves they had been. Solka, held back a new wave of sobs and sighed, getting some space in the couch next to Vincent and automatically drifting off to sleep. Hours later, Derrange had sneaked into the room. Everybody knew he was an insomniac. Seating on a bench on the kitchen that was connected to the living room. He looked around, staring blankly to the red stained wallpaper that covered the room. His eyes fell on Solka that slept in the couch with Vincent. He sighed and thought about his own business. He massaged his leg and hissed at the sudden paint that rose there. He gave it a minute to think and then decided that it was time to let Jimmy know about -master- Brian. In that minute, Solka's eye fluttered open and she looked around to remember where she was. She saw Derrange in the weak light of the kitchen. He jumped off the bench and walked over to the door. She got up silently and walked closer to him, remaining in the shadows. "Derrange?" she asked. The latter jumped and turned to see who had spoken. In that sudden move of his, the Gothic strap skirt let his right leg at show. Solka didn't know why but she looked down and saw the most huge, most bad looking bruise she'd ever seen. Derrange's thigh was almost covered in dead blood. Understanding what she was looking at, Derrange quickly covered his leg with the fabric of his wear. "Derrange. Wat are those?" she asked, pointing to the now covered bruises in her friend's leg. "Those what?" he asked stupidly. "Derrange, I'm not blind I saw those bruises" she spoke louder than she noticed. "Shh!" Derrange hushed. "They're nothing. They'll be healed in an hour, as soon as I get some sleep." "Only you rarely sleep." Solka crossed her arms over her chest. "Just" Derrange sighed "Don't tell any one. Specially Bob, he can't know." "Know about what?" "Nothing. You already know too much as well, Solka, go back to sleep." This said he turned to his room and closed the door. "Know about what!" Solka called. She sighed and walked back to the couch. She was alone int he house with Derrange and her unconscious best friend. What were they gonna do next?
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Post by Solka on Apr 24, 2007 14:18:26 GMT -5
(Aoikon reposting)
Alrightttt. 7 months later, here I am to pick this RP up and put it on wheels. Let's go then. Vroom Vroom >:3
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Solka sighed again. What was she going to do? She started to think about what started all of this again. The private hospital... Precisely. "Yeah, that's *exactly* what I'm going to do." She frowned, built up a smirk across her face, got up and threw one of Vincent's arms over her shoulders. She weighed him up on her back and dragged him out to the cold street. She dropped him carefully on the front porch, ran towards the garage and got inside. She climbed on her motorbike she had stored there a while before and silently drove off to pick Vincent up again. Once she flopped him up on the bike she kept riding, this time towards the private hospital. Once there, she rushedly called a nurse to get Vincent to a room. As soon as Vincent was comfortably (or so she hoped) lying on a hospital bed, she told the nurse she had to talk to a doctor. "My friend needs a liver transplant. And fast. Else, he's going to die." "And do you know how much this transplant costs? Do you have the money needed for it?" Asked the nurse, as if she knew everything that had happened that night. Solka held back a sob and swallowed what seemed to be a ball of guilt and worry. "I'll get it. How you don't need to know. Just call the doctor and get Vince in an OR" Solka demanded and walked off to the waiting room. She swore under her breath as she turned the corner and saw two cops, sitting, having a sip of their Starbucks coffee. She looked at the back of their necks. «Brown..» She thought «Shit, doberman cops..» The dogs' ears gave it all away. She tip-toed away but a third cop appeared in front of her, grasping a third, smoking Starbucks coffee cup. Solka clenched her fists and whirled around. She bolted right towards the exit. «Vincent's fine. They can't do anything to him at the time, anyway» She repeated to herself, not being able to shake away the guilty feeling of leaving him behind. Bam! "Argh!" Solka covered her ears and started swivveling, afraid that she wouldn't be as lucky again. The bullet shot by the officer whistled right past her ear. She didn't notice right away, but the whole hospital had dived towards the ground, afraid of getting shot. As soon as the cops reassured the families and friends of the patients at the hospital, they chased after Solka. She heard it. Faintly. A cop calling for reinforcements. They were stupid and careless, and she knew it. She drew Spice out and yanked the loader, turned around and pointed the gun at the nearest cop. BAM Her bullet hit right between the eyes of the doberman. BAM She was careless as well. The bullet of another cop pierced the flesh on her foot. She tripped and fell to the ground, clenching her ankle, trying to silence the pain. "You are under arrest for armed robbery and murder." The doberman said. The two remaining policemen grabbed her arms and dragged her away towards their car. It was odd. They didn't seem to care about their fallen comrade. Solka tried to struggle. She screamed and tried to bite their hands, but soon gave up. Her foot was bleeding too much for her to afford making her veins pop up and making her bleed even more.
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Post by Mick on Aug 25, 2007 14:37:36 GMT -5
This reply is 4 month too late! ------------------------------------------------------------- Alternate left the Convention center and thanked whatever gods that it was over. She usually enjoyed the sculpture conventions she attended on the part of her father and uncle but not today. Not with her brother shot and near to death. She hopped onto the gray Toyota Aurion and started the engine, heading to Derrange’s place. Minutes later, she had parked in the garage and was now knocking at the door impatiently. Once it was opened, Alternate flew inside, only to find the couch empty and no signs of Solka or her brother. The room was silent and the only thing alive there was the TV and the occasional cockroach. “Bob…?” she called “Where’s Vincent? Where’s Solka?” Bob approached cautiously, hears folded low behind his head. Alternate’s ear twitched. Something wasn’t right. “We… don’t really know at the time, we were expecting you’d tel-“ “You don’t know? What the fuck is happening?” Alternate yelled, stepping closer to Bob. “Don’t freak, Alter, I’m sure they’re alright…” “That’s a good one, that’s a fucking good one, Bob.” Derrange entered the room, alarmed by the sound of screaming. “What’s going on? Oh, hi, Alternate.” Alternate didn’t move her eyes from Bob “Hi Dee.” Her barbed tail swayed furiously. A moment. “Derrange, this is your fucking house, how come, you fucking missed them?” “I woke up and… They were gone! I called Bob, and I tried calling you but your cell was off.” “But still! They were under your guard!” “Excuse me? Under his guard? Since when are bank robbers under our guard?” “Those bank robbers are your friends! Don’t bad mouth them!” Alternate yelled. “You guys…” “I’m not bad mouthing them! It’s the truth! You think I can close my eyes just like that? I’m studying Law! I just can’t have this shit happening to me!” “Guys…” “Law or no law, I though you fucking cared about them!” “YOU GUYS! Look at the TV!” Derrange snapped All eyes locked on the Tv instantly.
Breaking news! As Karl Brent investigates, TV4 has an exclusive on today’s bank robbery. Just minutes ago, at Schoulson’s Private Hospital, three police officers successfully arrested a direct match to the description of one of the robbers. We were not told much more but we’ll switch live with Karl Brent. Karl? A man in his forties appeared in front of the camera. “Thank you, Angela. It is confirmed by police officer Warner that they caught a matching suspect inside the hospital. Officer Warner? Good evening.” The Doberman police didn’t answer. “Are there any more details you can give us on the arrested suspect? Is it true it’s a female?” “That is correct. She gave us quite a fight…” As the Doberman said those words, three men in white coats passed in the back ground carrying a black body bag. The Doberman officer rubbed his temples, bothered and tired. Brent took his chance: “It’s rumoured she shot an officer. Is this true? Is the officer injured or dead?” Officer Warner shook his head and walked away from the camera. The interviewer turned to the camera once again. “After this obvious case of policemen denial, we will talk to some witnesses…”
Derrange flicked the chanel.
NatNews exclusive. Video of the arrestment at Schoulson’s Private Hospital: The reflection of red and blue sirens could be seen on the water on the floor. The camera moved to the hospital entrance from where two German Sheppards officers pulled a struggling figure whose face was censored. The screams were obviously female and as they pushed her head she screamed “Mother fuck-“ before she was shoved in the Saleen Mustang.
Solka had been caught. “Shit.” Alternate squeaked.
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