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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 26, 2009 19:52:39 GMT -5
"It ain't just the kleptomaniac in Nash thats a little... batty, alright? She's got... let's say suppressed memories. Her mum was killed by Global soft. Right in front of her face."
" Oh..." Scaramouche muttered, ducking her head in embarrassment. She wouldn't know what it was like to see either one of her parents get killed what with them kicking her out onto the street and her hating them for being who they are and all that... but she knew enough about Global Soft and their brutality to understand what Nash was going through.
"so now any pointy objects or cuts, wounds, blood, yadda yadda, make her... let's say, have a flash back. Like your dreamer and his lyrics. Can't be helped, it's hell annoying, but you gotta protect them from being subject to torment... right?
Scaramouche nodded slowly. She knew what 2-D was getting at with that. Sure, she made fun of Galileo for the voices he heard but... if anyone else ever dared to try that, she would probably kill them.
"Can I... get your help?"
" Oh, err... alright." she said uncertainly, stepping forward. " What do you want me to do?"
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 26, 2009 20:03:23 GMT -5
2D looked at Nash, she could see through the folds in the rag on her eyes, and her pupils were hollow looking, her mouth mumbling something. "Well she's having the flashback now..." she muttered, a little sadness in her voice. It was odd for her to feel so motivated for someone else.
"Just hold her hand and make sure that rag doesn't leave her eyes." 2D said looking Scaramouche in the eyes.
"Got it?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 26, 2009 20:18:13 GMT -5
Scaramouche nodded slowly. " Alright..." she said, reaching out to grip the rag over Nash's eyes, biting her lip nervously. It was strange, she had no problem playing the role of mother hen to Mustapha but any one else it was just... awkward.
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 28, 2009 1:04:16 GMT -5
2D kept her eye on Scaramouche for a moment before returning her gaze to the shard. "well..." she sighed simply before walking over to the bar and grabbing any suitable alcohol. She plashed it on the skin surrounding the glass cutlet before placing her hand on it. She looked at Scaramouche, raising a soft eyebrow before yanking the glass out, not taking her eye from Scaramouche. The shard didn't look it, but the think piece thinned into a small blade shape, making the cut deeper than it appeared.
Immediately Nash rose up and glared straight ahead, her eyes welled with tears and biting her lip so hard it looked like it would burst. Without thinking she gripped the side of Scaramouche's skirt and whimpered, her mouth wide.
"Well then, that wasn't so bad now was it?" 2D joked sarcastically, still not having taken her eyes off Scaramouche for some reason.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 29, 2009 8:02:08 GMT -5
Scaramouche glared at 2-D, crossing her arms over her chest. " What are you staring at?!" she demanded, allowing Nash to cling to her skirt like a small child.
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 30, 2009 1:04:23 GMT -5
2D smiled bitterly. "Well... if you must know..." She reached forward, ignoring Scaramouche's icy glares and flinching. "I was staring at this..." she placed a thumb and a finger against Scaramouches cheek for a second before retracting her arm, a small cutlet of green glass in her fingers.
"It seems you got caught in the misfire, Miss Mouche." She surmised, flicking it away and wiping her hands on the lounge. Nash remained blank faced for some time before she blinked. Her pupils shrunk in size and she took a deep breath out. "Well, it seems her flashback is over..." 2D hissed going back to the bar and drinking some more, watching the other two over the rim of her glass.
Nash coughed for a second and stared at the blood, luckily it had dried on her stockings and only looked ike a bad stain. She blinked curiously at it but shook her head. Suddenly she looked at Scaramouche's skirt and smiled sheepishly, slowly letting go of it, utterly embarassed. "Er... sorry?" She said, not daring to look the woman in the eye.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 31, 2009 7:35:17 GMT -5
"It seems you got caught in the misfire, Miss Mouche."
"Oh." Scaramouche muttered, reaching up to quickly rub away the tiny it of blood on her face with her gloved hand, not wanting Nash to go into another panic attack. She glanced back at Nash when she let go of her skirt.
"Er... sorry?"
Scaramouche gave her a sad attempt at a smile. " It's... er... all right. I'm used to Mustapha clinging to me like that."
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Post by Mustapha on Aug 16, 2009 7:04:53 GMT -5
" It's... er... all right. I'm used to Mustapha clinging to me like that."
2D smiked a little bitterly, "eh I figured so... isn't time she grew up a little Miss Mouche? I mean she's 15... it's her birthday soon and she'll be leeeeegal..." 2D taunted, a small smile on her lips. A few moments later she shook her head and gazed at shock down at the bar, wasn't it just a minute ago that she and Scaramouche were about to murder each other?
Nash blinked and looked from 2D to up at Scaramouche. She cocked her head to the side and blunk slowly, "2D's got a point, I mean, we proably grew up a lot faster what with the lack of parents and such but... sixteen... thats a big number..." Nash commented, before standing and limping back over to the bar with 2D.
Speaking of the devil, in walked Mustapha.
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Post by Scaramouche on Aug 18, 2009 12:50:19 GMT -5
"eh I figured so... isn't time she grew up a little Miss Mouche? I mean she's 15... it's her birthday soon and she'll be leeeeegal..."
Scaramouche narrowed her eyes " She's just turning 16 and besides, it's not her fault she acts like a 4 year old at times! It's Global Soft's fault for raising her in seclusion, the stupid pricks... and stop calling me Miss Mouche!" she muttered angrily, glaring upwards.
"2D's got a point, I mean, we proably grew up a lot faster what with the lack of parents and such but... sixteen... thats a big number..."
Scaramouche opened her mouth, ready to come back with a sharp retort but... they where speaking the truth. Mustapha was nearly sixteen, the age she was when her parents had kicked her out and she began living on the streets. It was about time the pink haired girl started trying to act her age.
She wheeled around in shock when Mustapha walked in. " Phapha!" she exclaimed, taking a small step towards the bassist then deciding against it and throwing herself down on one of the mismatched couches and tugging on a thread sticking out of it.
Her hands always seemed to betray her emotions, when ever she was nervous they always had to be fiddling with something. That was proved when she tugged the string right out of the couch and her hands moved to start fiddling with the torn edge of her skirt.
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Post by Mustapha on Aug 19, 2009 2:24:57 GMT -5
"She's just turning 16 and besides, it's not her fault she acts like a 4 year old at times! It's Global Soft's fault for raising her in seclusion, the stupid pricks..."
2D raised an eyebrow, "GlobalSoft baby or not, that won't stop the fact that she'll hit puberty. Even the gaga generation have that... they do still have that don't they? Either way..." she sighed.
"and stop calling me Miss Mouche!"
2D straightened a little at that but went back to her drink.
Both 2D and Nash glanced over at Mustapha when she entered but otherwise went back to what they were doing. 2D wasn't one for kids and Nash didn't find her so interesting when she didn't have her shiny bass.
" Phapha!"
Mustapha looked up from her shoelaces and smirked at Scaramouche who took a step forward before awkwardly flopping back onto the lounge.
"uh... kay..." Mustaph said softly, raising an eyebrow and cocking her head a little. She took a step and tripped up on her shoelaces, skidding a few metres. She then noticed the glass along the ground.
"Geez, what's been going on in here?!" She exclaimed.
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Post by Scaramouche on Aug 22, 2009 20:47:37 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out a small huff. " Long story short, a bottle fell and broke and Nash got hurt... but she's fine now." she gestured towards the two other women in the room.
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Post by Mustapha on Aug 28, 2009 20:44:07 GMT -5
Mustapha scrunched up her nose, "uuuhh... kay...." she mumbled again. Stepping delicately over the glass shards she went to sit at the bar but noticed the glare she was receiving from 2D.
"What?" Mustapha asked softly, admittedly, 2D freaked her out a little, she had crazy eyes in Mustapha's opnion.
"Scaramouche? Isn't there something you wanted to tell Mustapha?" 2D ignored the younger bohemian, suggesting now was the time that Scaramouche made her grow up. Maybe we should start with the friggin pink pigtails..., 2D thought.
"Is there?" Mustapha asked glancing at Nash Kate and Scaramouche. Nash just shrugged and watched Scara.
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Post by Scaramouche on Sept 4, 2009 17:10:19 GMT -5
Scaramouche glanced around, her eyes traveling over each of the girls in the room, staying on Mustapha for a few seconds for jumping to the floor. " Look... er... Mustapha..." she furrowed her brow " Lot's of people around here have been talking about you... they think it's about time you've started acting your age..."
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Post by Mustapha on Sept 5, 2009 7:35:29 GMT -5
" Look... er... Mustapha... Lot's of people around here have been talking about you... they think it's about time you've started acting your age..."
Mustapha raised an eyebrow before scoffing. "Act my age? pffft... Scaramouche, would you rather I act the why I do now... or like... 2D over there, she lost her virginity before my age!" Mustapha said with a sly grin. 2D chocked on her drink, she did not need her private sex life discussed by the two people she dispised the most.
"Oi!" 2D gorlwed but was stopped by Mustapha who kept going on, "besides I've grown up quite considerably in the past few years considering... I mean, I know what all the emotions are, I know what beer does and what it's like, I know what rock and roll is ... oh yeah and I helped save the world. Thats nore growing than anyone else has done in 2 years!" Mustapha exclaimed.
Nash glanced up, "I grew a foot in two years," she mumbled, not getting the gist of Mustapha's words.
"Anyway, why should you care? I thought you didn't want me to act all grown up and slutty and drunk and drugged up and then die young." Mustapha said sitting on the back on the lounge and sliding down to the cushion, while looking up and Mouche with a smile.
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Post by Scaramouche on Sept 22, 2009 16:14:22 GMT -5
Scaramouche blinked and gaped at Mustapha momentarily, her mouth hanging open slightly. Shaking her head, she snapped her mouth shut and furrowed her brow. " No, I don't want to to be like that, hell... if you acted like a slutty bimbo I'd probably kill you... it's just... you act so much like a small child from time to time, it tends to get a little annoying. The way you cling to me, or Gaz, or Meat is getting kind of old."
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