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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:23 pm
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{{running all day, so forgive me if I don't switch between Icy/Flame}}
*as dawn turns into morning, the 9 Avenue de France turns into Rue de Lausanne, and she watches the rear and side view mirrors as the convoy speeds along, catching glimpes of dame in her side view every now and then. Working hard to stay focused on watching out for tails, she suppresses her vengeful urges and keeps about her task*
-meanwhile, in the second car, Flame's doing the same thing, but moreso keeping his eye on the car behind them, hating that he can't see through the tint. Knowing dame was fully capable to take care of herself, he also knew of Icys abilities and her vindictive streak, and that was nothing to go up against. Soon, his mind drifts to the events of the night before and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Wiping it off quickly, he shakes his head and glances in the rearview, catching Horne just as he quirks an eyebrow and nudges Stubbs. Turning in his seat, he looks back at Horne with a menacing, yet calm demeanor about him-
You know Horne, if you keep poking and prodding Stubbs while making jokes about me, I'm going to start thinking you like Stubbs. What would you think Icy would say, or do, if she found that out? twisted
-eyes wide, Hornes mouth dropped open, staring at him with a mix of surprise, fear and embarrassment. Blinking rapidly, Horne regains himself and glances at Stubbs who was giving him a smug look as to say "I knew it". Then, the first part of what was said finally sinks in. Scowling, he leans back in his seat-
How long have you known? stare I figured you had a clue but I should have known that you knew from the start. stressed Look man, believe me when I-
-he cut Horne off with a wave of his hand-
Don't. Just don't. I know Icy can handle herself so I was never worried about that. Though I don't like that it's someone I know, I'm glad it's someone I know. Makes it just that easier to find you -if- anything happens. evil Anyway, I didn't know that whole time. I only found out a little over a year ago. twisted
-he watches at the wheels in Hornes head turn, the confused look on his face changing to one of knowing then embarrassment. Facepalming, Horne looked out the window and mumbled something about knowing he shouldn't have called Stubbs for help. Snickering, he turns back around in his seat and continues to watch the mirrors. Looking at the last car in is mirror, he frowns slightly. After the passionate and adrenaline rush finally settled, he started thinking. Although he was thinking with the wrong head last night, he knows dame isn't ready.
Fear, adrenaline, stress and lust can make for a menacing concoction. The after effects of what would've happened had they not been disturbed would probably have been monumental. She was already losing it and to add himself to the mix in such a way would be dead wrong on his end. He wanted her in every way, but he wanted her when she was in her right mind, if that was at all possible, not grasping at escapes. Closing his eyes, feeling his heart starting to weigh itself down already, he knew what he had to do. He'd have to step back-
.......hours later........
*after hours of traveling, making one stop for gas, they pull into what appears to be an abandoned airstrip. The grass was horridly overgrown, damn near to a person of average heights waist. Parking behind the hangar, the Russians in the first car get out and walk up to a side door. Knocking, they wait for an answer. Soon the door opens and a handsome looking Swede greets them, shaking hands and nodding with the Russians. Turning, one of the Russians signals for them to exit and come inside. trunks popped, doors open and everyone exits the sedans, grabbing their gear and swiftly walking into the private hangar*
{{there. feel free to mod away}}
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:09 pm
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((LOL, I meant dame was going to actually use the phone. /shrug I'll do it anyway! xd ))
During their trip, dame had asked Brat if she had any contact with the bar. After some scathing comments from Icy, Brat had nodded and told her Kat had an uncompromised phone. dame lit up at this information and asked Brat if it would be alright for her to message Kat. Brat looked at her skeptically and then relented, letting dame see the phone. Icy rolled her eyes and kept quiet.
dame's Texts to Kat Through Bratty's Phone Hey Kat, it's dame. We are on our way...I have a lot to tell you...and it has nothing to do with the danger we are currently in... sweatdrop See you soon. Oh! Also... redface I'm going to send a second text...could you make sure to give it to Karrie...please? Thanks, Kat. You're the best. -hugs-
dame quickly sends another text off before giving the phone back to Brat with a thanks and a half hug.
dame's Text for Karrie I'm safe...We...need to talk when I get back. I'll be home soon. -dame
When the Russians inform them they are getting close to their destination, dame rifles through her bag and quickly changes, making sure to stay decent. She puts on another wig, a hat to further obscure her features, long sleeves, tights that hide her tattoos, and boots that come up to her knees. She grabs her bag and steps out of the car, holding her hat to her head, following the others into the hanger.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:53 pm
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