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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 8, 2009 17:08:12 GMT -5
Scaramouche sighed and fidgeted on a rickety old stool in the bar. She didn't know why, but she was feeling very restless lately and it didn't help being cooped up underground all the time, the stale air in the tunnels where constantly giving her terrible headaches and that didn't make anyone in the Heartbreak happy because she would take out her sufferings on anyone closest to her.
Standing up, the Bad-Arsed Babe finished off her drink in one gulp and trudged out of the bar, wandering down the dim hall and unknowingly heading for the main exit to the Heartbreak.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Jan 10, 2009 19:24:08 GMT -5
Galileo frowned, placing his hands upon his hips and stared at the door. He placed his hand upon the handle and braced his weight against the door, trying to open it.
"Why won't... this stupid... thing... turn?!" he exclaimed as he once again tried to tug on the door handle. The only thing he succeeded in doing was raising his voice to a shout. He resorted to kicking the door with the toe of his boot. The toe collided with the metal with an almighty and sickening thud, causing the Dreamer to jump back from the door, clutching his foot in pain as he hoped up and down on one foot.
"OWWWW!" he cried. "Stupid bloody thing. Who's idea was it to build frickin' doors anyway?" he muttered under his breath.
He waited for a moment until the pain subsided and he decided to try again. This time when he turned the handle, he successfully managed to break it clean off, the metal handle clutched tightly in Galileo fist. He snorted, flairing his nostrils.
"For the love of-" Galileo heard footsteps. His head whipped around and spotted tottering precariously in his direction. "Scaramouche!" he exclaimed happily, dropping the doorhandle to the floor, forgetting temporarily all about trying to get into the room that was barricaded by a stubborn door. "What are you doing here?" he asked, approaching the purple haired girl. "Where are you going?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 11, 2009 12:45:41 GMT -5
Scaramouche continued walking down the dark tunnel at a steady pace until she heard a familiar voice mumbling and cursing angrily. She paused and looked around curiously until she spotted Galileo down one of the side hallways of the Heartbreak, throwing all of his weight against one of the locked doors. Raising one eyebrow, the Bad-Arsed Babe crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching in slight amusement as the young man broke the door handle clean off and exhaled angrily.
Bitting her lip as she tried not to burst out in laughter, Scaramouche began to head down the hall towards her lover and paused once again when he wheeled around and glared down the hall, his glare soon turning to a mixture of surprise and delight when he recognized her.
"Scaramouche!What are you doing here?"
Grinning wryly and forgetting momentarily about her angry restlessness, Scaramouche walked over to the discarded door handle and picked it up, toying with it between her hands.
"I was just enjoying the show." she said, waving the door handle in front of his face. " You do realize that a door usually needs it's handle to open don't you?"
"Where are you going?"
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Scaramouche let the door handle slip out of her hands and she crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself as if the cold air in the tunnel was suddenly affecting her.
"I'm not sure...I guess I was planning to go for a quick walk aboveground... sometimes I just can't handle being cooped up down here all the time! All this stuffy underground air is giving me a killer headache!" she cried, kicking her door handle so hard it flew away from the couple and hit the far wall, the loud noise echoing around the tunnel.
Squaring her shoulders, placing her hands on her hips and raising her chin, Scaramouche cast Galileo a sharp glare, getting ready to argue if he started going on about it being too dangerous for her to go aboveground, that she wouldn't be able to take care of herself.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Jan 17, 2009 5:52:06 GMT -5
Galileo watched as Scaramouche walked towards him, crouching down to scoop up the door handle he had just discarded. He watched her toy with it in her hand, grinning at him.
"I was just enjoying the show." she said as she waved the handle in front of his face. "You do realize that a door usually needs it's handle to open don't you?"
Galileo's eyes followed the door handle as Scaramouche waved it, almost as if hypnotised by it. He blinked as if coming out of a trance, looking at Scaramouche sheepishly.
"Uhh... Yeah... How else would it be opened?" he asked, deciding to play along, hoping no-one else had seen his fruitless attempt at banging down a door. Although with the amount of noise he had been making, it wouldn't have surprised him if the whole population of the Heartbreak Hotel had seen what he was doing.
The sigh that escaped her lips showed her restlessness - something Galileo found that she seemed to be prone to recently.
"I'm not sure...I guess I was planning to go for a quick walk aboveground... sometimes I just can't handle being cooped up down here all the time! All this stuffy underground air is giving me a killer headache!"
Galileo couldn't say he blamed her. He felt that way too sometimes - worse on occassion. The air was often stuffy and made him feel ill sometimes. He watched as she hugged herself with her arms as she spoke, finally venting her frustrations upon the handle that had moments before been held in her hand and, before that, attatched to the door that stood beside the young couple. He watched as the handle skidded across the floor and bounced off the opposite wall, landing with a clatter a little way off from them. Galileo looked back at Scaramouche sympathetically.
"I know how you feel," he said quietly. "It's like Big Brother down here; everywhere you turn there is a pair of eyes watching you and it seems like the walls are closing in." He paused briefly, taking in her strong posture and the defiant tilt of her chin. He mentally braced himself for the screaming match that was inevitable. "But you know how dangerous it is up there," he continued, gesturing upwards with his hand. "We may have defeated Globalsoft, but the minions are still up there, looking for us and waiting to take us down at the first oportunity they get."
Galileo took half a step closer to Scaramouche, placing his hands upon her upper arms.
"They know the best way to get to us is by me and to get to me they have to use you..." he trailed off, wondering what insult she was preparing to throw at him. He hoped she understood the nature of their position and, whatever she ended up doing, she would be safe.
With or without him.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 18, 2009 11:50:19 GMT -5
Scaramouche smirked as Galileo blinked and shook his head slightly, like a dog trying to rid it's ears of water, and cast her a sheepish grin.
"Uhh... Yeah... How else would it be opened?"
Rolling her eyes and muttering " Silly banker..." under her breath, the young woman crossed her arms and cocked her eyebrow questioningly up at the Dreamer.
"Sarcasm is a foreign language to you isn't it?" she asked in a hollow voice, not really feeling up to putting much of a sting in her words.
Her own eyes followed his as he watched the door handle skitter across the floor then meet her with hers once more. She took in the sympathy that filled his large, dark eyes and clenched her teeth, letting the air hiss out between them. If he was just gonna start treating her like she was a sad, sick little girl he would have hell to put up with. She was caught completely off guard by what he said next in a low voice.
"I know how you feel. It's like Big Brother down here; everywhere you turn there is a pair of eyes watching you and it seems like the walls are closing in."
Scaramouche frowned slightly at the fact that he would compare their lives to that of a silly tv show that stupid Gaga's always watched and participated in, but still saw the truth in his words. They never seemed to have any sort of privacy down here and if they ever did something as simple as just kiss in view of the other Bohemian's, they would hear groans and shouts of "Get a room!". It was very annoying at most times.
" Well, that's one way of putting it." she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders.
"But you know how dangerous it is up there," he was continuing after a small pause. "We may have defeated Globalsoft, but the minions are still up there, looking for us and waiting to take us down at the first opportunity they get."
Scaramouche let out another sigh and rolled her eyes once more, did he not think that she already knew that?
"Do you honestly think that I would stupid enough to walk right up to Killer Queen's house, knock on the door and ask if she would like to go have a drink then gab about Pop Idol?" she asked, casting Galileo a sharp glare, her voice raised an octave as she began getting more and more annoyed.
Scaramouche quickly glanced down at Galileo's hands, which where gripping her upper arms gently. She narrowed her eyes and shrugged him off.
"They know the best way to get to us is by me and to get to me they have to use you..."
Scaramouche softened slightly. She heard the slight fear in his voice when he spoke about Global Soft capturing her and she knew that if anything terrible ever happened to her, he probably wouldn't be able to go on, the same for her if she ever lost him. They depended on each other.
Reaching out, the Bad-Arsed Babe took a step closer to the young man in front of her and cupped his cheek with her gloved hand, her thumb stroking along his cheekbone, her green eyes searching his brown ones.
" Don't you think I know that?" she asked in a soft voice, deciding that a argument at this time wouldn't actually be the best right now. " But you should know that I'm not some defenseless little girl who always needs protection. I can take care of myself."
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Jan 18, 2009 16:24:29 GMT -5
"Sarcasm is a foreign language to you isn't it?"
Galileo pursed his lips, his eyes darting from side to side.
"Sarcasim is a language?" he asked, curious. He had a nagging feeling that Scaramouche was teasing him again and that he had just taken the bait once again. He took in her stance: the cocked eyebrow and the folded arms indicating a woman who was not in the mood for foolish antics.
The frustrated sigh that escaped her lips mirrored his feelings exactly. He felt frustrated at everything and everyone. But if there was one big difference between them it was the way in which they dealt with it. Galileo would sit and wallow in self-pity and blame himself for everything whereas Scaramouche would take out her frustrations on other people and, like she had on so many previous occassions, at him.
"Do you honestly think that I would stupid enough to walk right up to Killer Queen's house, knock on the door and ask if she would like to go have a drink then gab about Pop Idol?"
Galileo opened his mouth, to retort.
"I never said that," he replied, his own voice starting to waiver slightly as he fought to keep his voice at a reasonable volume. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, thats all." He felt his world starting to crumble around him as Scaramouche shrugged away from him, prying herself from his grip. He left his hands drop to his sides, watching as she retreated away form him a little bit.
He looked down, feeling himself deflate. He was unprepared to feel the gloved hand touch his cheek, and the thumb to gently caress his cheekbone. He looked up, his dark eyes turbulent, meeting her green ones.
"Don't you think I know that?" her tone was soft, indicating that a fight in the middle of the dafty tunnel was the last thing on her mind. "But you should know that I'm not some defenseless little girl who always needs protection. I can take care of myself."
Galileo raised his own hand to cover hers, stroking the glove absentmindedly.
"I know," his said in a low voice. "I just worry sometimes. These voices have been worrying me more than I care to admit." He paused for a moment, letting the silence hang between them before he continued, his voice even lower and full of emotion. "They haven't been this bad since... well... since before we took down Globalsoft."
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 23, 2009 19:56:00 GMT -5
"Sarcasim is a language?"
Scaramouche rolled her eyes, not even bothering to give a snappy retort to Galileo's latest unimportant question. Sometimes he was just too easy to tease and make fun of, every Bohemian in the Heartbreak knew that.
"I never said that," he was answering to her latest rant, she could tell he was struggling to keep his voice at a reasonable tone. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, thats all."
Scaramouche bit her lip, struggling the urge to verbally berate him for once again thinking that she was defenseless and unable to fight for herself. She knew that he constantly worried about her, even when she didn't want him too. He just cared about her so much that he always wanted her to remain safe.
" I understand that." she murmured.
Scaramouche couldn't help but smile slightly when Galileo reached up to place his hand over hers, his fingers absentmindedly stroking the tattered lace glove she wore. But her smile quickly faded away when she heard the next thing he said in a voice was low and full of emotions that she couldn't quite comprehend. Fear, anger, desperation, uncertainty. It frightened her, and she wasn't the easily scared type of person.
"I know.I just worry sometimes. These voices have been worrying me more than I care to admit. They haven't been this bad since... well... since before we took down Globalsoft."
Scaramouche felt her heart wrench so painfully at his words that she actually winced. She knew that the voices had been bothering Galileo for quite some time, but he never had really wanted to talk about it so she didn't pry. But since he seemed to be ready to talk about it to her, she decided to take a chance.
" Gaz," She began slowly, reaching up with her other hand to run it through his dark hair, her fingertips first grazing his temple then tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck "What are the voices saying?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Jan 25, 2009 12:06:13 GMT -5
Galileo had drifted off, his head filled with all different things. The words were deffinately worrying him more than he had previously cared to admit. It seemed like each day the words were growing stronger and more intense. He had a strong suspicion that he knew what they were hinting at; the air around the Heartbreak had become charged and tense and a lot of Bohemians were becoming restless. Things had changed dramatically lately and Galileo was beginning to feel the pressure.
"Gaz." Galileo felt Scaramouche's hands tangling in his hair, her fingertips lightly grazing his temples before raking through his dark locks, playing with the hairs at the back of his neck. He felt the bolt of electricity course through him, the fire threatening to turn into a blazing inferno. "What are the voices saying?"
Galileo's dark eyes lifted to hers, slightly clouded with desire. He couldn't refuse her anything; he knew better than to keep stuff from her. She was too well attuned to his thoughts and feelings and could read him like a book. He had denied telling her everything up until now for a small number of reasons. Reasons he knew Scaramouche knew but would, hopefully, refrain from saying aloud.
"They've been trying to tell me something," he began slowly. "At first I couldn't work out what they were trying to say... but then some things started to make sense... The words..." Galileo broke off, quickly glancing up and down the corridor before returning his gaze back the woman standing a heartbeat away from him. He continued.
"They were words - broken phrases at that. 'I'm a Killer Queen... Dynamite with a laser beam...' and 'Death on two legs your tearing me apart'..." Galileo broke off for a moment to compose himself.
"I've been trying to think what these phrases could mean and why they have come back again... The only reason I can think of is that-" Galileo lowered his voice to bearly a whisper. "-That Killer Queen is on the rise again... The words... They've been hinting about Killer Queen..."
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 7, 2009 18:50:58 GMT -5
Scaramouche stood there patiently waiting for Galileo to answer, which was actually an amazing feat for her to do. She let out a small sigh and allowed her mind to wander, her fingers absentmindedly playing with Galileo's hair. She couldn't help but start to think about how tense things have been around the Heartbreak lately. Just the smallest thing seemed to set everyone off, like all the Bohemian's where a mousetrap waiting to spring.
She suddenly found herself riveted on the spot when Galileo's dark eyes caught hers, they had a clouded over them, a look filled with desire. The Bad-Arsed Babe felt her breath hitch in her throat and it seemed like the temperature in the hall rose a few degrees.She blinked hard a few times and licked her suddenly dry lips, not exactly sure what Galileo was about to say.
Scaramouche leaned forward slightly to catch what Galileo was saying slowly.
"They've been trying to tell me something.At first I couldn't work out what they were trying to say... but then some things started to make sense... The words..."
Scaramouche leaned around Galileo to look down the hall as he did, knowing the reason why. If any of the other Bohemians heard what would come next, especially the young ones, and it was something bad, panic might ensue.
"They were words - broken phrases at that. 'I'm a Killer Queen... Dynamite with a laser beam...' and 'Death on two legs your tearing me apart'...I've been trying to think what these phrases could mean and why they have come back again... The only reason I can think of is that...That Killer Queen is on the rise again... The words... They've been hinting about Killer Queen..."
Scaramouche stood there in silence for a few moments, taking in what the young Dreamer had just said to her. If Killer Queen came back to full power, she would do everything she could to wipe them all out, going for Galileo first. She swallowed hard, and tried to fight down the sudden fear she felt at the very thought of being without Galileo for even a few moments but she couldn't stop the flash of fear and panic that filled her eyes for a moment and she gripped his shoulders tightly.
" What..." she began in a wavering voice. She took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes slightly and continued in a stronger voice " What do you think we should do?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Feb 9, 2009 11:25:42 GMT -5
The silence that accompanied Galileo's little speech was palpable; his dreams and visions were very rarely wrong. He could feel Scaramouche stiffen at his revelation. He could almost feel her quiver slightly with fear as the reality of their situation sank in. He saw the panic flash in her eyes and her fingers digging painfully into his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
"What..." Galileo waited for Scaramouche to get some form of control over her emotions before she tried to say anything. He knew that the stakes were higher this time around and everyone had something to loose. "What do you think we should do?"
Galileo drew in a deep breath. What should they do? Truthfully, he didn't know. There was a lot to think about and to do.
"I don't know Scaramouche," he murmered, struggling to keep his emotions in check. Everyone had been more emotional of late. "I guess we have to talk to Pop and everyone and let them know what's going on. And then we tell everyone else."
He hoped that was the right thing to do. Failure just wasn't an option.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 14, 2009 8:57:34 GMT -5
"I don't know Scaramouche, I guess we have to talk to Pop and everyone and let them know what's going on. And then we tell everyone else."
Scaramouche swallowed hard then nodded. She couldn't help but wonder how everyone else would react to the news. Most of the older Bohemians, like Meat and Big Macca, would probably be furious and want to attack Global Soft right away. When the younger ones, like Mustapha or Alice, would probably panic.
" I guess I probably shouldn't go for that walk then huh?" she said weakly, trying to lighten the somber mood. It didn't really work. She cleared her throat nervously and glanced around the tunnel, fiddling with the ripped hem of her skirt.
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