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Post by Mustapha on Jan 20, 2009 18:27:15 GMT -5
Hearing footsteps returning, Mustapha hid behind the bench just in case it wasn't Ramona. While she waited, she thought of what she could do to run away if she was in trouble. She spotted a little crevice in the wall next to her, she pushed her self into it, on all fours. She waited silently to see who the visitor was.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 21, 2009 15:02:55 GMT -5
Emerging back onto the platform where she had left Mustapha, she was startled to see that the girl wasn't on the bench. "Shit." Ramona muttered, then in a louder voice. "Mustapha? Where've you gone?" Various scenarios flashed through her mind including the thought that a yuppie had somehow get in to the underground and take her. Crap. "Phapha?"
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 21, 2009 17:51:47 GMT -5
"Phapha?"
Mustapha recognized the voice and exhaled heavily. she poked her head out of the crack and saw Ramona looking around nerovusly.
"Hi..." Mustapha said quietly, feeling quite sheepish. "I'm sorry, I heard footsteps and got scared..." she blushed, letting her head face down. she squeezed out of the crack and dusted of her dirt ridden clothes, giving up when it wouldn't come off.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 25, 2009 14:34:30 GMT -5
Ramona let out a sigh of relief when she saw Mustapha crawl out from a small area behind the bench. "It's ok Mustapha. Just glad you hadn't vanished. We should be ok here, I've made the entrance as safe as possible, and we can get home by following this tunnel until Victoria, then to Oxford Street and onto the Heartbreak. We can rest a few hours here first though, I recon it'll take us the best part of a day to get home safe." she said, sitting on the bench. She was glad to be off her feet for a while.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 25, 2009 20:48:13 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded and then shook herself like a wet dog, bits of dust and cobwebs fluttering off in a dustcloud. She was looking a lot worse for wear, graizes, an occasional bruise, dirt marks all over, some soot on her face and webs tangled in her pink pigtails.
She looked over and saw Ramona wasn't looking much better. She fllopped herself on the ground and began drawing with a straw from an old gaga beverage cup. She wasn't much of a n artist like little Alice, but she enjoyed drawing nonetheless. She drew two stick firgures, one with bushy ponytails and a skirt, the other with a jacket and spiky hair. She sighed at the two figures, knowing perfectly well who they represented.
She threw the straw over her shoulder and flopped onto her back, stretching her arms out either side and kicking her converses off. She saw red blisters and she had begun to wish she hads worn socks today.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 26, 2009 12:29:51 GMT -5
Ramona sat back on the bench, her mind wondering to her sister. She hoped she wasn't too worried and that the other Bohemians were taking care of her. Had the others even noticed they were missing? How long had they been gone anyway? She sighed and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "How about we rest up overnight?" she said, spotting Mustapha's sore feet "Give us time to pull ourselves together. Plus I don't fancy negotiating these tunnels half asleep."
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 26, 2009 17:08:25 GMT -5
Mustapha sat up and furled her eyebrows, she thought about being away from the heartbreak one more night. No Scaramouche, No Galileo, No Meatloaf, No Alice, No anyone. She really wanted to get home as fast as possible.
But then she thought about them getting lost somewhere in here due to fatigue and not being able to walk right and never finding their way out of the labrynth of tunnels.
"I 'spose..." She said a little hesitant.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 27, 2009 16:21:01 GMT -5
Ramona saw how hesitant Musapha was and did a quick mental calculation. "Tell you what, we'll take a couple of hours rest and then move on. But it is really best if we do rest. We'll be able to think straighter."
A sudden thought struck Ramona. They didn't have any food or drink. Food they could do without for longer than water. She didn't know about Phapha, but she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast which was hours ago. Two hours rest was really their only option because down here, away from the Heartbreak, they were very unlikely to get anything to eat or drink.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 27, 2009 18:29:17 GMT -5
Mustapha thoguht about this and nodded, "sounds fine to me..." She said finally before dropping back into the dust like a puppet who had just had their strings cut and curling up into a ball. Squeezing her eyes together tightly, she managed to picture the heartbreak in her head, she smiled and curled up tighter.
She opened her eyes and saw Ramona's face. Something wasn't right. "Whats-a-matter?" Mustapha asked sleepily sitting back up.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 28, 2009 16:03:31 GMT -5
"Hmm? Oh...nothing. It's just, they'll probably be really worried about us is all. Best we get back quick." she lied. She knew she shouldn't, but she didn't want to worry Mustapha with the thought of them having no food or drink. And it was true in a way, Alice and the others were probably worried sick, thinking they'd been arrested or worse.
"You alright on the floor there? You can come up on the bench if you want." Ramona said, scooting over to make room.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 29, 2009 1:45:51 GMT -5
Mustapha shurgged as if to say "eh" with her shoulders. "I don't mind, in fact the last time I slept in the dirt wasn't all that long ago...when Scaramouche and Galileo got in on in the van and forgot I exsisted...what a night!" Mustapha laughed, flopping into the dirt and watching the little dust cloud 'poof' out from under her.
"Though I have to admit, Scaramouche ain't going to be one too happy about the dirt....and cuts...and bruises...and the whole disappearing thing..." She laughed, swiping at a dirt patch on her face only to make it bigger and look like she had gotten a black eye.
She grinned cheekily at Ramona and giggled, finally feeling herself again.
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Post by Ramona on Jan 29, 2009 14:57:36 GMT -5
Ramona pulled a face "Eeew, you had to lay outside while they were at it? Man, and I thought it was bad sleeping a few doors down from them." She laughed as Mustapha flopped in the dirt. "Yeah I can imagine...but it's better than coming back dressed in white plastic talking rubbish." she sniggered. "Ah well, once we're back we can hijack the showers and the baths. And I'm so raiding the wardrobe room, these clothes are filthy." she picked bits of dirt off her top and pulled a daft face, laughing.
She then lay on the bench and stared up at the ceiling and tried to focus on nodding off to sleep. "Home soon Phapha." she muttered, closing her eyes.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 30, 2009 2:53:14 GMT -5
Mustapha giggled so hard, she had to grab her sides. She roleld over and face ramona. "Well, yeah, but I'd much rather be outside the van than in the front seat while they go mental in back!!" She laughed, sighing softly afterwards.
"Yep, I definately need a shower..." Mustapha pulled a face, looking at her skin and trying to dust it off.
"Home soon Phapha."
Mustapha looked up and saw Ramona curled up on the bench. She smiled and said "Home soon Ramona..."very quietly before closing her eyes and hiding her face in her knees, sleeping gently.
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Post by Ramona on Feb 1, 2009 14:52:42 GMT -5
Ramona dozed off, the bench made an uncomfortable bed but it was better than being in the back of a van.
She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep when she eventually woke up, but she guessed it had been a couple of hours. She got up and stretched her arms above her head in an attempt to stop the ache from sleeping on the bench. They should probably start heading back now before they caused anyone too much more concern.
Ramona crouched down next to the sleeping form of Mustapha and shook her shoulder gently "Hey Phapha, time to get up. We gotta start heading back home."
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 1, 2009 16:43:19 GMT -5
"GAH! Banana Hammock!!!" Mustapha yelled as she woke up suddenly. She shook her head, a cloud of dust rising from the pink locks. She rubbed her eyes slowly and looked at the blurred figure next to her.
It slowly morphed into a confused Ramona.
"Uh..." She laughed nervously, "I sleep talk..." She said, her cheeks going slightly pink, not even being able to remember her dream.
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