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Post by Mustapha on Dec 28, 2008 23:32:26 GMT -5
Well this is bollocks... Mustapha thought, she had been wandering all day long, trying to get out of the heartbreak for a while, admittedly she was tired of being underage for EVERYTHING. And then by some freak accident of nature she took a wrong turn at the junkyard and ended up in high school hell.
The school was still being used by the non-converted bohemians, and it was...
-a school day -during lunch period -in the yard
so basically everyone was there.
They stared, they grinned, they laughed they pointed and they scoffed. All she needed was some screaming and she would be complete.
Just then someone yelled her name, "speak of the devil..." she mutterd under her breath.
Much to her surprise it was...
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Post by Ramona on Dec 29, 2008 17:14:22 GMT -5
Ramona jogged across the playground of the Virtual High, eyes scanning round at all the Ga Ga kids. There were so many bright colours, but none the colour she was looking for. Suddenly, she caught a flash of pink pigtails in the middle of a gang of Ga Ga's and stopped.
"Mustapha!" she called. They had been out looking for her ever since Scaramouche had found her gone from the Heartbreak hotel, everyone was worried that she would fall into the path of some Secret Police. She wasn't sure which was worse, that she was at the School rather than the Police Head Quaters.
Ramona hadn't been back since her and Alice had ran away two years ago. Back before Scara, Gaz and Mustapha had arrived, back when there had been little hope for freedom. She called out agian and shoved her way through the gang of leering teenagers, some about ages with her. "Oi you, move it! Feck off. Phapa? You ok?"
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 30, 2008 21:23:37 GMT -5
Mustapha turned and saw Ramona, swearing and cursing as she pushed over a bunch of Gaga girls.
"Oh thank gawd, Ramona!" She sighed running forward and grabbing Ramona's hand and jumping next to her, as the Gaga's drew slightly closer, encasing them.
"What are we gonna do??!"
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Post by Ramona on Dec 31, 2008 12:10:49 GMT -5
Ramona looked round at the swarm of clone kids and bit her lip thoughtfully. "What are we gonna do?!" Mustapha asked. "Were going to have to do an awful lot of running and pushing me thinks." Ramona said. "Ready?" she grinned at Phapha encouragingly "Chaaaaaaaarge!"she kept a strong hold on her hand and ran forward, shoving the nearest Ga Ga girl straight in the chest causing her to topple backwards. Not stopping long enough for others to react she pushed her way forwards like a battering ram, pulling Mustapha behind her.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 1, 2009 3:02:48 GMT -5
"ready?"
Before Mustapha could argue she was towed though the crowd, Gag's falling like dominoes at every side. "Ramona!!" She yelled above the screaming. One of her shoes fell of back in the drowd but it was far too late now.
Just when they thought they were free...
A yuppie stood before them.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 4, 2009 16:18:05 GMT -5
Ramona stopped suddenly at the sight of the yuppie and felt Mustapha bump into her. "Ah shit." Ramona sighed. "What the fuck do you want, pig?" she said, fixing the yuppie with a hard stare.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 4, 2009 17:51:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, ye bastard?" Mustapha tried to stay as tough and stoney faced as ramona but succeeded at niether.
The yuppie looked them up and down and then blew a whistle, at least a dozen more of the globalsoft pigs raced forward and teared Mustapha from Ramona and pulled them in seperate ways.
"No!" Mustapha growled as she kicked the two dragging her away in the crotch and ran to Ramona, she grabbed her hand once more and they were pulled into a GlobalSoft van that seemed to appear from nowhere.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 5, 2009 18:01:52 GMT -5
Ramona swore, kicking out at the pigs who had grabbed Mustapha, succeeding at giving one a bloody nose. They were bundled into a van and the second she hit the floor, Ramona was up and threw herself at the doors. "What the fuck? Let us out you bastards!" she banged the doors hard with her fists. "We've not done anything wrong!" she snarled and kicked the door once with her foot before sitting down hard.
"Bugger it, that hurt. You ok Phapha?"
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 5, 2009 18:24:49 GMT -5
She nodded woozily. Ramona was sure as hell right, that hurt. She felt the back of her head standing up. The van started and they both lost their balance falling backwards and back onto their arses.
"W-w-what are we gonna do?" Mustapha stammered, she hated her stutter that came around when she got scared but she ignored it, this was a serious situation!
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Post by Ramona on Jan 6, 2009 12:52:13 GMT -5
Ramona looked over at Mustapha and smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way. "Do? We're going to break free of course. No way we're going to hang around here waiting for them to let us out at whatever shit hole they're taking us to." she looked around them, searching the back of the van as best she could in the half light.
"There's got to be something in here we can use as a battering ram to get that door open. How are you at jumping out of moving vehicles Phapha?" she was only partly joking. If they managed to get the door open they may well have to jump out if they weren't going too fast.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 8, 2009 6:50:09 GMT -5
Mustapha, being so scared, missed the joke. "Not very I'd imagine..." She stammered again, leaning against the wall as she tried to walk over to Ramona, she was pathetic at walking in a vehicle, how was supposed to jump out of one.
"Maybe...we could use that as the battering ram... if you can get it free..." Mustapha mumbled nodding at a chained up bench added for the prisoners to sit on. It looked like it was welded on and would take a hell of a lot of muscle to break it loose.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 8, 2009 17:59:56 GMT -5
Ramona watched Mustapha out of the corner of her eye, quietly keeping an eye on her while she was trying to find a way out. She spotted the bench Mustapha was pointing at and nodded. "That would be perfect if we could get it away from the wall." Ramona bit her lip "But I don't know if we'll be able to get these chains off." she sat on the bench and examined the plates that the chains were attached to which were drilled into the wall. "Don't suppose these are loose." she muttered, giving them a wiggle.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 9, 2009 17:17:23 GMT -5
"If I remember correctly..." Mustapha closed her eyes and concentrated on balancing, "Global Soft had so many of these produced that there was alway a weak link in one of the chains., you find that and you're golden." Mustapha smirked, being created by globalsoft had one upside to it...knowing its weaknesses.
"So you just have to do this..." Mustapha kneeled at the side of the bench and went over one of the chains, she flicked each link till one sounded hollow or plastic. "This is where the manual labour kicks in..." She muttered, pulling the link to her teeth and twisting it. It eventually broke off and one section of the bench was free.
"There." She said quietly, quite satisfied with herself.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 10, 2009 14:36:53 GMT -5
Ramona grinned. "Fantastic! Phapha you're a genious!" She grabbed the girl in an enthusiastic hug and started flicking the links in the other chain till the same hollow sound rang out. She grabbed the parts of chain either side of the weak link and pulled with all her might. After a moment there was a snap and the link broke. "Got it. Ok, lets get this thing off the floor an' through the door." She smirked at the little rhyme.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 10, 2009 17:30:10 GMT -5
"hah!" Mustapha giggled at Ramona's ability to rhyme in such a situation. "okay..." She then said as she gripped the left side and Ramona gripped the right. They lead it over to the door and stopped when the centre of the brnch was even with the crack in the doorway.
"Okay, so you ready?" Mustapha said, admittedly she was terrified out of her mind and didn't want to jump, she felt like if they used the battering ram to hard they would slip out the door and under the tyres, or if they used it too lightly the henchmen would hear and come and handcuff them, it was their one chance and they had to get it right.
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