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paixaorpg2007-04-13 09:00 am
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Character(s): Mello, Matt, anyone who notices/wants to join
Content: Mello and Matt are really bored and decide the best way to smoke out who's in charge around here is to blow things up.
Setting: One of the nicer areas of town, near shops and cafes, with fountains to be blown up.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: explosions, cursing
Mello mentally ran over the details of the plan again as they walked, checking for flaws, far more nervous than he'd admit to being. He wanted no repeats of what had happened last time. No, this seemed fine. Loud and obvious, but that was the point. God, he was sick of this place. How boring could you get?
And these natives! Mello and Matt strode past, dressed strangely by their standards, Mello eating chocolate and Matt smoking as they walked, both of them carrying shopping bags that had to look a little odd, and not a second glance! No one was even checking him out and he could tell you, that was definitely weird. Did these non-people even lack a sex drive? How the hell did they survive?
He stole a glance at Matt, wondering what he was thinking. Did he have doubts, too? Was he afraid Mello had made a huge mistake and would get him killed again? Sometimes Mello wondered how the hell Matt could still trust him, after what had happened. And yet he relied on that, counted on it even.
At last they were close enough. Mello stopped in the shade of an overhang, target in view, crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper into a tight ball with an air of finality and turned to Matt, his smile vicious. "All right, you know the plan. Blow it, then meet me back here to watch the fun. Ready?"
Content: Mello and Matt are really bored and decide the best way to smoke out who's in charge around here is to blow things up.
Setting: One of the nicer areas of town, near shops and cafes, with fountains to be blown up.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: explosions, cursing
Mello mentally ran over the details of the plan again as they walked, checking for flaws, far more nervous than he'd admit to being. He wanted no repeats of what had happened last time. No, this seemed fine. Loud and obvious, but that was the point. God, he was sick of this place. How boring could you get?
And these natives! Mello and Matt strode past, dressed strangely by their standards, Mello eating chocolate and Matt smoking as they walked, both of them carrying shopping bags that had to look a little odd, and not a second glance! No one was even checking him out and he could tell you, that was definitely weird. Did these non-people even lack a sex drive? How the hell did they survive?
He stole a glance at Matt, wondering what he was thinking. Did he have doubts, too? Was he afraid Mello had made a huge mistake and would get him killed again? Sometimes Mello wondered how the hell Matt could still trust him, after what had happened. And yet he relied on that, counted on it even.
At last they were close enough. Mello stopped in the shade of an overhang, target in view, crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper into a tight ball with an air of finality and turned to Matt, his smile vicious. "All right, you know the plan. Blow it, then meet me back here to watch the fun. Ready?"
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At the sound of the gunshots, he felt his heart skip a beat, his breath quicken just a bit because, no matter how much he tried to hide it, he was scared. Fuck, who wouldn't be? It had hurt like hell when he'd been shot and the last thing he wanted was to go through it again; a twisted sort of post-death trauma? Perhaps.
But, still, when Mello stepped before him, gun held at ready, he stalled. He himself didn't have any weapons (fat lot of use that smokescreen gun had been, in the end), but he couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Especially if this was gonna be a shootout. Dying at the muzzle of a gun had been bad enough, and hearing of Mello's death was worse, so, combine the two, and you had his worst nightmare right there; it seemed all too plausible at the moment. "...Mello..." The voice he said that name in was much hoarser than he would have liked, dripping with wary caution, saying without words, 'Please don't go get yourself shot up.'