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Post by Mustapha on Jan 20, 2009 18:16:15 GMT -5
Mustapha didn't want to sound completely useless so she merely said, "I'm not sure but I think I could try..." trying to go over her entry to this place.
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Post by KT on Jan 30, 2009 10:55:54 GMT -5
Footsteps became clearly audible on the steps that lead into the greenroom. Streets straightened her back as if that would allow her to hear what was gonna happen. She grabbed Mustapha's hand ''your gonna come with me now.'' She pulled Mustapha with her and rushed up a second set of stairs that according to her knowledge of the stadium lead to the dressing rooms on the second floor.
She ran trough the hallway dragging Mustapha behind her. At the end of the hallway was a door that lead to the emergency staircase. Streets pushed it but it seemed to be locked. Footsteps became audible at the end of the hallway again. This time accompanied by screaming.
''Come out you two, I know you're there! The Wembley is a locked location. Nobody goes in or out.'' Shivers ran down her spine but she seemed utterly calm. Streets looked down at Mustapha to see how she was doing in the whole situation.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 30, 2009 17:46:02 GMT -5
Mustapha heard the yells but her heart was thudding to loud in her ears for her to actually take note of what they said. She batted at tears that were forming in her eyes for a strange reason that she wasn't sure of.
"Streets, what are we gonna do?" She asked, whimpering and her voice getting caught in her throat. She gripped streets hand harder and looked up, the tears blinding her eyes, but pretty sure she caught black and purple in her blurred vision, hoping it was Streets hair.
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Post by KT on Jan 31, 2009 14:27:01 GMT -5
''Listen Mustapha'' Streets said, her voice not as strong as she wanted it to be. ''We are going to get out of here! You hear me'' she started pushing the bars that kept the door locked with her shoulder. After a couple of tries the bars finally moved and the door swung open with a loud chrash.
Streets pulled Mustapha into the emergency staircase and pushed her towards the stairs that lead down back to the ground level of the building.
''Listen very carefully, you're gonna go down this stairs. Then you'll exit trough a big green door that has stage door written on it. As soon as you get out of this building you're gonna run. And you are not gonna stop until you get to an underground entrance. Got that?''
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 31, 2009 17:22:10 GMT -5
Mustapha sniffed. "But what about you! I can't leve you here..." She whimpered trying to be brave. The truth was she had dealt with the secret police beofre and she didn't want any of what happened to her happen to Streets.
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Post by KT on Feb 5, 2009 16:08:29 GMT -5
''Please Mustapha, you have to be strong now ok?! Nothing is going to happen when you manage to enter the subway system. The secret police won't follow you there.'' Streets said, her voice a mixture of strenght and doubt. ''I'll be right behind you ok....''
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 5, 2009 21:26:25 GMT -5
Mustapha bit her lip and dried her tears quickly. "Promise?" She said raising her worried eyebrows.
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Post by KT on Feb 13, 2009 6:21:39 GMT -5
''Promise'' Streets said while pushing Mustapha towards the staicase. ''Now go!''
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 13, 2009 17:20:16 GMT -5
Mustapha jerked forward and almost fell over. She kept running as Streets wanted and clambered to the top of the staircases. Breathless she listened for footsteps following hers. She saw a chipped door next to her, painted green. She bit her lip when she couldn't hear any footsteps.
She remembered her promise to Streets and she flung herself through the door. The sun blinded her outside, her eyes burning. She ran down the street as fast as she could.
"Please be okay streets..." she muttered.
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Post by KT on Feb 13, 2009 17:44:40 GMT -5
Streets almost pushed Mustapha down the staircase. She'd decided to just linger there for a second to give Mustapha a headstart.
As soon as the Cops footsteps became audible at the end of the hallway she jumped down the first few steps. Soon she could hear the combat boots of her stalker hit the iron steps making the sound echo trough the entire staircase.
She made her way downwards a quickly as possible, occasionally jumping a few steps. The footsteps were coming closer.
''YOU LITTLE BOHEMIAN, YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THAT EASILY''
The guys voice echoed trough the empty hall. Streets stopped for a second but the speed she'd been using to make her way down caused her to slide a little bit forward. She tripped and fell, a terrible pain shot trough her ankle.
''Messing up your ankle, not a good moment Streets'' she hissed to herself; before pushing herself back onto her feet. ''Damn you, stupid stairs'' she cursed while stepping down the last few steps. She finally reached the green door and pushed her way out of the Wembley stadium. But only to her surprise she was surrounded by Police men.
Streets quickly scanned the surroundings for any sign of Mustapha and sighed as she didn't see her. ''Thank god you made it'' she thought by herself before raising her arms in the air.
''You got me guys, are you happy now!'' she yelled out.
''BANG''
The echo of the paralyzing gun echoed over the wasteland around the Wembley- stadium. And then everything turned black.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 14, 2009 1:12:02 GMT -5
Mustapha froze. She'd recognize that sound anywhere. "Streets!" She let escape her lips before thinking. She jogged on the spot not having a clue what to do, getting so figetty and fretful that tears sprung from her blue eyes.
"think, what would one of the older guys do..." She muttered. She thought two options.
One- Go and try to get KT Two- Run to the Heartbreak and get everyone's help.
She settled on number two, it soundin more succesful. She bolted from the wastelands and slid down a damp hill, rolling and crashing to her knees. She sniffed and jumped back up, covered in grazes and what would be bruises.
Soon enough so many thoughts and scenarios ran through her normally blissful, naive pink head that she freaked and lost track of where she was running, looking at her feet and her vision blinded by tears.
When she finally looked up she saw that she wasn't underground. She wasn't even in the wastelands....
She was in Gagaland.
In Gaga school.
"Well this is bollocks." She couldn't help but mutter.
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Post by KT on Feb 14, 2009 14:21:08 GMT -5
OC: Do we close this thread then. It seems to be a nice ending to continue our seperate journeys from.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 14, 2009 17:12:06 GMT -5
OC: Yup I think so XD This was a fun one
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