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Post by Mustapha on Jan 28, 2009 3:08:05 GMT -5
She could put it this way, she was pissed. Mustapha wasn't happy, not one bit.
She went outside for not even five minutes to go to the tree outside the front of the heartbreak's entrance. She had dropped an arm band outside and wanted to get it back. Once the leather trinket was safely back onto her small wrist, she strolled back to the doors only to find sh had been locked out of the main entrance.
She had been banging on them and kicking and scremaing for a good ten minutes, giving up when her throat bcame dry and er fists red and sore.
"figures...the one time I DONT wanna leave the heartbreak I get locked out..." She mumbled angrily.
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 28, 2009 13:56:47 GMT -5
Meat hummed a little tune and drummed her fingers on her thighs as she walked down the dark and dingy tunnels of the Heartbreak. The blond Scot was just planning to slip into the bar for a couple of well deserved drinks after a long day of welcoming the newest Bohemians to their home when she suddenly heard plenty of banging and scraming at the main door and a familiar muffled voice groan angrily.
"figures...the one time I DON'T wanna leave the heartbreak I get locked out..."
" Phapha?..." Meat wondered aloud in slight confusion as she headed up to the door and found it locked shut.
She quickly unlocked the door ans swung it open to find the younger pink haired girl standing there, looking very frustrated.
" Phapha!" she cried, pulling the girl inside and swinging the door shut once again. " Wha' do ye think yer where doing?! Yer where making enough noise te bring all of Global Soft out here!" she scolded, shaking her head angrily.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 29, 2009 1:38:45 GMT -5
Mustapha felt a warm hand on her shoulder before being whisked inside. She sighed with relief before seeing the angry face of Meat in front of her. She raised her shoulders slightly. Smiling nervously and twiddling her fingers into a shy little wave.
" Wha' do ye think yer where doing?! Yer where making enough noise te bring all of Global Soft out here!"
Mustapha pouted, frowning a little and finding the floor suddenly very interesting. "W-w-well...It wasn't my fault! I left this outside," she pointed to her wristband, "and I went to get it and then I came back and the bloody door was locked! I had to bang and scream, Meat, otherwise no one would hear me over the drunken tunes of Galileo and Pop or Scaramouche's growling...I've been locked out for twenty minutes and it's freezing out there!" She mumbled, brushing her arms to warm the pale white, almost blue, frozen skin up.
"Besides, if it weren't for you I doubt I would've been let back in till tommorow morning. Everyone is too drunk and loud and they wouldn't be able to hear me till their morning hang overs kicked in..." She said, smiling weakly.
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 29, 2009 20:43:49 GMT -5
"Besides, if it weren't for you I doubt I would've been let back in till tommorow morning. Everyone is too drunk and loud and they wouldn't be able to hear me till their morning hang overs kicked in..."
Meat rolled her eyes and gave Mustapha a small playfull shove.
" Hey, Ah take tha' to offence!" she growled " Ah'm one o' those drunk people yer going on about! Besides, ye shouldn't have gone out at this time in the firs' place! What we're ye thinkin'? "
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 30, 2009 3:07:22 GMT -5
"W-w-well...I don't know..." Mustapha said frowning and kicking up some dust with her shoes. "I just wanted my arm band and well...I just don't see why I can't take care of myself, Meat!" Mustapha said looking up with wide eyes, her lips pressed together and her eyebrows arched.
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 31, 2009 12:00:03 GMT -5
"I just wanted my arm band and well...I just don't see why I can't take care of myself, Meat!"
Meat rolled her eyes and shook her head, cursing under her breath.
" Yer arm band! Look love, we have loads of those in the dressing room!" she sighed in exasperation " Yer could have simply got another one! An' it's not that ye can't take care o' yerself, but Mouche would go mental if yer got captured by Global Soft!"
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 31, 2009 17:13:29 GMT -5
"I Know...I know...but sometimes I get treated like such a baby because of Scaramouche! I mean I can never do anything without her getting mad about me hurting myself or her giving me a list of rules...I mean so much for a free life of bohemia when you have the bad arsed babe breathing down your neck" She turned and kicked a wall angrily, cursing slightly wehn a throbbing pain entered her foot.
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 10, 2009 11:36:05 GMT -5
Meat softened slightly after Mustapha finnished he rant and walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
" Ah know that Mouche can seem uptight from time te time, but she just cares about yer, Gaz too. We just don' want anythin' te happen te yer... How's yer foot?" she asked, staring at her with concern evident in her dark blue eyes.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 11, 2009 0:43:42 GMT -5
"Sore..." Mustapha grumbled dismissevly. "Sorry, I'm going to my room." She muttered, walking away from Meat, in a bad mood now. Walking away, she did feel a bit bad for giving Meat the cold shoulder, it wasn't her fault, but she was too angry to turn around and apologize better.
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 25, 2009 11:23:45 GMT -5
(Sooo sorry I havn't replied to this in a while! I kinda forgot about it!)
Meat bit her lip as she watched Mustapha retreating back move slowly down the hall, limping slightly. The blond Scot felt a rush of mixed emotions course through her, frustration, confusion, guilt. She quickly followed the younger girl, easily catching up with her due to her longer legs.
"Look Mustapha, Ah'm sorry Ah snapped at yer back there..." she mumbled, looking down her her feet then glancing over at the pink haired bohemian.
" Would yer at least stop givin' me the cold shoulder?!" she growled after a few moments when Mustapha didn't answer her.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 26, 2009 1:21:06 GMT -5
(don't worry about it, I forgot too!)
Mustapha turned and looked Meat up and down before sighing, she walked forward and hugged Meat around her waist. "I'm sorry...it's not you I'm mad at... it's mouche... I shouldn't be getting angry at you..." She said, resting her cheek against the cold studs of Meat's corset.
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 26, 2009 10:49:24 GMT -5
Meat raised an eyebrow at Mustapha.
" Well, yer shouldn't really be angry with Mouche either." she muttered, glancing around the tunnel.
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 26, 2009 14:26:41 GMT -5
"Shouldn't I?" Mustapha scoffed. "I'm pretty sure I have a good reason...and its not just the babying thing, I think she's keeping something from us, something important."
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Post by Meatloaf on Mar 2, 2009 11:13:33 GMT -5
Meat frowned slightly.
" Well, if she's keeping somethin' from us, Ah guess we'll find out when we have to." she reasoned, bending down to pick up a random dyed feather lying on the ground and lacing it through her hair.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 3, 2009 1:02:38 GMT -5
"But... But... what if we find out when it's too late! I mean..." She hesitated a little, "if anything happened to any of us..." She said softly, looking into a blank spot in mid air. "I don't know what I'd do..." She let out with a soft sigh, leaning on Meat's arm.
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