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Post by Mustapha on Dec 16, 2008 17:40:54 GMT -5
My first role play so be nice!
Mustapha, still slightly sleepy, trotted down the hall. She grizzled angrily, 'stupid... mouche... and gazzzz...." She hissed, halfway through a long yawn. She moaned, after every yawn as if some strange reaction she felt the need to...
ATCHOO! She wheezed, sneezing over and over. Her eyes squinted shut she made her way down the wrecked hall, trying to find Scaramouche's and Galileo's door. Instead she walked into a wall.
"Argh!" She growled, she had bumped her nose and rubbed it, slightly whimpering.
"That's it... they woke me up... they're gonna pay..." She growled. They had been yelling at each other all morning and with one squeal from Gaz, she woke up, even though her room was far away.
Her eyes glaring, her fists clenched, and her shoulders hunched up like a cat about to pounce, she marched down the hall.
Then, a little embarrassed and hoping no one had seen, she marched back the other way because she had just missed their room.
"You two are the loudest-" She stopped immediately.
And gasped,
and screamed at what she saw in their room.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 16, 2008 18:26:59 GMT -5
"Honestly Gaz!" Scaramouche snarled up at the Dreamer. She was inches away from him, they where both glaring daggers at eachother. " Sometimes, you just make me so... you make me so..." she couldn't finnish her sentance. They where both so close together, she could feel the warmth coming off of his body, his breath on her face. She simply threw her arms around his neck and began kissing him hungrily, tangling her fingers in his hair.
She couldn't even remember what their fight had been about. All what really mattered right now was Galileo's arms around her waist, his hands travling up and down her body, his warm lips against her's. She moaned when his lips traveled down her neck and along her collar bone and she rapped her leg around his thigh. They fell back onto their bed, still kissing when Scaramouche heard a gasp and a scream.
The Dreamer and his Bad-Arsed Babe paused and looked over at the door. Standing there, looking like she was about to faint or throw up, or both, was Mustapha.
" Phapa!" Scaramouche said in an unusually high voice, sitting up and fixing her skirt. " What do you want?" she asked, clearing her throat and trying to act like nothing had happened.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 16, 2008 18:42:56 GMT -5
Mustapha was speechless,
"What do you want?" Scaramouche said, quickly pulling down her skirt and blushing slightly. Gaz merely lay on the bed a little stunned.
"I-I-...I don't remember what I wanted to sex, I mean SAY!" She stammered, covering her eyes with her hands.
"Umm..." Scaramouche mumbled, trying to come up with the right words. Mustapha slowly backed out of the room and then ran for it. She ran into another wall, forgetting to take her hand off her eyes.
She threw it off and kept running.
she ran thorugh the halls, down the stairs, over the tables and out the door till she reached outside.
"Oh geez, why in the name of freddie mercury did I have to see that?!" She muttered to herself.
She walked back and forth, trying to think of way out of this mortifying situation. She talked to herself, trying to convince herself it was going to be okay.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." was all she could get out. then she began to talk to herself to a strange degree
"Okay, cool it Mustapha," "Don't tell me to cool it, buddy," "Hey, I am just looking out for you!" "Oh yeah, where were you all the times I needed you?!" "Here you idiot, we're the same person!" "Oh yeah..." She mumbled realising that Bob was staring at her, his hand on the door and a bottle in his hands
He smirked, "You look like you could use this more than I do." He laughed and handed her the green bottle. he entered the heart break. Angrily she threw the bottle to the ground and waited for the smash.
She groaned in annoyance when it bounced from the ground and hit her in the shin. She slapped her face in sheer frustration when she hit the lump on her nose from running into the wall.
"Geez, was I just built for injuries?" She mumbled, rubbing the sore spot.
Just then she heard Scaramouche's voice.
It was coming closer.
Scared of what hell she might unleash, Mustapha leaped up into a tree and climbed off of it onto the heartbreak's roof.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 16, 2008 19:13:55 GMT -5
" Phapha!" Scaramouche called after her when she bolted away from the door with her hands over her eyes. She'll run into a wall is she keeps that up, she thought standing up off the bed. She turned to Galileo. " Look... I have to go make sure Mustapha is okay. So... don't move!"
She turned and hurried out of the room, calling Mustapha's name. " Phapha! Will you just slow down for a few seconds!" she shouted as she left the Heartbreak Hotel.
" Phapha!" she paused when she noticed Mustapha climbing a tree and sitting on the roof of the Heartbreak. She raised an eyebrow up at her.
" If you think I'm climbing that tree to talk to you, you even more of a nutter than Gaz!" she stated, her hands on her hips. " Will you get down so we can talk?"
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 16, 2008 20:09:24 GMT -5
"Will you just come down so we can talk?" Mustapha heard. She turned and saw Scaramouche on the ground, tapping her foot and smirking slightly.
'Damnit, she got me...' Mustapha thought, she thought of ways to stall.
"Umm.. I can't get down." She said quietly, hoping Scaramouche would believe her.
"Mustapha, both you and I know that you're a bloody good climber." Scaramouche folded her arms.
"Well... I... can't remember how..." She mumbled, 'oh great thinking mustapha...' she thought to herself.
"Realllly?' Scaramouche said, a little amused by her act.
Mustapha sighed. She began to climb down one foot after another.
When she reached the tree, she balanced along an extra thick branch, her arms outstretched either side, Scaramouche cringed.
"Careful..." She poke a second too late.
Mustapha's feet slipped from under her and she hit her head on the tree branch before plummeting to the floor.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 17, 2008 11:58:28 GMT -5
Scaramouche gasped whe she saw Mustapha fall from the tree and hit her head.
" Mustapha!" she shouted, running forwards to and falling down next to the girl. She picked her up with difficulty and cradled her against her chest. Here eyes scanned her for injuries, she noticed and bruise forming on her forehead, where she got hit.
" Phapha can you hear me?" she asked in a panicky voice. She turned her head towards the entrance of the Heartbreak and screamed " Gaz!" as loud as she could, hoping he would be able to hear her.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 17, 2008 17:30:14 GMT -5
There was no easy way of saying it... well maybe there was one way- she was screwed.
As hard as she tried, Mustapha couldn't move. Her body seemed a great deal heavier. She could've sworn she heard Scaramouche's voice, but her ears felt like they were closing shut.
'Great Job Mustapha, you are going to die... by falling from a tree...' she heard the tiny voice in her head say accusingly.
'I am not going to die...' Mustapha said back , but something in her voice showed she was a little uncertain of that herself.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 17, 2008 20:48:51 GMT -5
Scaramouche looked around franticly than back down at Mustapha. She rocked hergently and brushed some of her messy pink fringe out of her eyes avoiding the bruise.
" Come on Phapha! You're going to be fine! You can't just let a little tumble keep you down!" she cried, her eyes welling up with tears. " Wake up!" she growled, shaking the younger girl slightly.
" Gaz!" she screamed again towards the entrance in a louder voice as panic began taking over.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 17, 2008 23:24:06 GMT -5
Mustapha kept hearing a strange voice. It sounded like scaramouche's but it was full of panic and fear and it was calling Gaz's name.
"Huh? You're yelling Galileo's name... when I was the one who got hurt?" Mustapha thought slightly offended.
She tried her best to open her eyes.
"C'mon..." She growled in her mind, trying to encourage herself.
Her eyes shot open and it took her a while to realise where she was. A shot of purple hair came into vision before she began drifting off again, her vision going black
She tried to tell off Scaramouche before she passed out but all that came out was a "sssscara...." through pale lips
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 18, 2008 10:59:35 GMT -5
Scaramouche paused from screaming for Galileo when she heard Mustapha's faint voice. She quickly looked down at her, filling up with hope.
" Phapha?" she asked in a shaking voice. " Come on love, can you hear me? Can you speak again?"
She reached out and stroked her pale cheek with a gloved hand, held the small girl close and hummed a soft tune, rocking her, trying to get her to respond.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 19, 2008 1:30:50 GMT -5
Mustapha stirred. Her hand felt warm all of the sudden but it was soothing in a way. She felt her body rocked slightly as if someone or something had enveloped her and began cradling her like a child in it's cot.
She flashbacked to when she was younger, the only nice nurse she ever had cooing to her and rocking her metallic crib gently. But for some strange reason the nurse had pruple hair just like Scaramouche's.
She groaned a little and buried herself closer to the invisible force.
She heard a humming sound. The words came to her head.
'this thing called love...' she murmered aloud for Scaramouche to hear.
Her eyes fluttered opened finally.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 19, 2008 20:47:17 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out a relieved sigh when Mustapha came around and hugged her tightly. She then narrowed her eyes down at the pink haired girl.
" Geez Phapha!" she scolded, giving her a false glare. " Don't scare me like that ever again!"
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 20, 2008 0:29:48 GMT -5
Mustapha smile seeing Scaramouche again but scowled when she took Scaramouche's scolding the wrong way.
"Hey! It wasn't my fault, if you hadn't been... getting ya freak on with shagileo jigalo back in there I never would have climb the friggin' tree!" She mumbled nodding harshly to put a full stop on her sentence.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Dec 20, 2008 11:08:57 GMT -5
A/N: Ach! I missed this thread!!! Time for an extra long post me thinks...Galileo Figaro stood toe to toe with Scaramouche in their room, a scowl etched upon his face. Another one of their infamous rows had occured, no doubt waking majority of the Heartbreak Hotel. Scaramouche's voice raised a couple of decibels as she screamed at him.
"Honestly Gaz! Sometimes, you just make me so... you make me so..." Her words hung heavy in the air around them, ripping his heart in two. He couldn't remember the root cause of this argument. In fact he could never remember the root cause of any of their arguments. Except the one when they first met and she had accused him of being an chauvinistic pig amongst other things. All he'd wanted to do was protect her and she'd taken it the wrong way like she did so many thing.
His retort was there, in the tip of his tongue. He wasn't prepared when she launched into his arms, smothering him with kisses while her fingers knotted in him think, dark hair. After a moment he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against him, trailing his hand up and down her sides and back. He allowed his lips the luxury of trailing down her neck, coming to a halt at her collarbone, where he allowed his tongue to dart out and taste her skin. He was vaguely aware of her strong leg wrapping around his thigh as he moved towards the bed, falling upon it ina tangle of arms and legs. His mouth migrated but up to hers, not registering the opening of the bedroom door and the scream of shock echoing in the corridor. He growled in protest when Scaramouche pulled away, looking towards the door. He too turned his head, wondering what the interruption was.
Mustapha.
The Dreamer cleared his throat awkwardly, the passion-induced haze still hovering around him. He flopped back on the bed, slightly dazed as he stared up at the ceiling. He gave a slightly nod of his head as Scaramouche instructed him to stay put and escaped the room. He sighed, wondering what had just happened. He lay still, allowing his body to come down from it's high. He took a shaky breath. It would only have been a matter of time, he thought. Someone would have come to defuse the situation. It was lucky that they had been discovered still fully clothed - he shuddered to think of the embarressment that would have been inevitable if they had been discovered sooner.
A muffled scream from outside penetrated his brain. He sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Gaz!"
He lept up from his position on the edge of the bed and sprinted down the hall, passing many bewildered bohemians who stared at him as he gallopped past, following the sound of his name.
"Scaramouche?" he called out, gasping for breath. He paused at the front of the Heartbreak Hotel, desperately dragging air into his depleted lungs. "Scaramouche!" he cried out, looking around.
He saw two figures in the distance, standing near a tree. Setting off at a jog, he approached them, instantly recognising the mass of purple hair as Scaramouche. He slowed down as he approached them, standing a little way off at the two conversed, with him catching snippets of the conversation.
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Post by Scaramouche on Dec 20, 2008 15:36:02 GMT -5
"Hey! It wasn't my fault, if you hadn't been... getting ya freak on with shagileo jigalo back in there I never would have climb the friggin' tree!"
Scaramouche let out a burst of loud laughter and reached out to tussle Mustapha's messy pink locks, tugging a feather out of one of her pigtails and tickling her face with it.
" Woah now Phapha!" she laughed shaking her head, tears forming in her eyes from laughing so hard. " I guess the only thing I can say to you is you probably should have knocked before you stormed into our room!"
Once she got control of her wild laughter, Scaramouche felt the hairs on the back of neck stand up. They where being watched. Afraid the it was one of those Global Soft perverts, she stood up quickly and spun around, blocking Mustapha from view and balling her hands into fists. She relaxed when she noticed it was just Galileo. Crossing her arms and cocking her hips to one side, the purple haired girl raised an eyebrow at the Dreamer.
" It's nice to see you finally showed up!" she called out to him. " What's up with whole hiding the shadows thing though? You're acting like Charlotte!" she stated, referring to the gothic bohemian girl.
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