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Post by Rip on Oct 18, 2007 17:02:52 GMT -5
Taxi's voice was a distortion of noise, ringing in his ears and slaming against his face. He even imagined he could see the actual words floating in the air and flying by a light speed, so the Pole watched like someone exhausted and unamused, confused with foggy eyes until the noise stopped. After a long thirty seconds, he blinked hard and shook his head. "Uh, what?"
Who the fuck was he talking to again?
OH!!!!!!
"HI TAXI!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled, overjoyed with an explosive grin like a child given a puppy. A few of the other people in the visitor center jumped. Someone laughed madly until he had to be dragged away back to his cell. It was like Gabri just realized who he was actually looking at. Really, he probably did. "I AM SORRY I LEFT BEFORE YOU FELTBETTER BUT I DIDNT WANT THE HOUSE TOFALL ON YOU OR SOMETHING BECAUSE IM A BAD LUCK CHARM PLEASE DON'T BE MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!"
That gaurd behind him cleared his throat loudly, and the Pole looked over at him, grey eyes narrowing slowly, upper lip curling just slightly, pushing his head forwards like he was stalking something before he snapped his body back to face his friend. When he spoke it was in Polish and much more quiet.
"I don't feel wellthey make me take drugs that I can'tpronounce and imsotired Taxi I think they try tokill me at night becauseican't ever move orthinkright. it makes me stupid tax- THE DAMN OLD WOMAN SAW MY PICTURE IN THE PAP-" Another warning grunt from the gaurd. "...she saw my picture in the paper and yelled and called the police she said that I tried to kill but I didn't do anything mean I just came to her house because she was paying me to clean, dean, lean- DAMNIT!" With a groan, he put his face in his hands, gripping his hair tightly between his clenched fingers. "My engine is aching and oh god an earthquake will rip a sean down my brain and everything will fall apart" The gibberish was grummbled, a few tears even raising up but he forced them back with a hard breath. When the tension in his muscles relaxed and his hair was released, Gabri gave a little pathetic whine, calming down but when he raised his head his face was so patheticly miserable that it was impossible to accuse him of any crime at all. "They took my hat and my brain too" The words were whispered and the sounds were muffled again as Gabri couldn't keep his focus. His gaze turned glassy and he lowered his head as if ashamed, fighting to keep paying attention.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 19, 2007 2:57:04 GMT -5
"THEY TOOK YOUR HAT?!?!" The hate that rose off of the vampire could have heated the entire room had his body not been as frigid as an ice cube, but his yellow-green eyes spoke volumes. This was now a war. Why? You simply didn't take a mans primary fashion accessory. It was a beastly horrible malicious thing to do, it would be akin to stealing Taxi's yellow and black clothing or dyeing his hair. An unforgivable sin that caused Gabri to become the battlefield of Mr. Ungeheuer vs. the Human Race. He hadn't had much of a problem with them shoving his friend in here, the man was fucking nuts afterall. But drugging him up, making him look like he was gonna cry any second, and taking his HAT?! This was not the crazy house of his days, where it was all upper drugs, straight jackets, padded walls and those ink blotches which were crazy awesome if you happened to be on acid. He hadn't even noticed it when his fist had slammed down on that box of cookies. Damn. Couldn't help it, his teeth were grinding, watching the man across him as he rambled on. Unfair. So much for Gabris vacation. Any resentment for abandoning him was forgotten and was replaced with a lust for vengeance. "I'll get you out of here, it's my fault this happened, probably. Usually is." But his mind, despite all of his desire for ruining these cretins, was wonderfully blank. There would be no rampage of bloodshed, that seemed to have freaked the Pole out last time he did that. And then he wouldn't be able to get the hat back. There had to be some way to do this. Well, there was the universal language.... Later, though, plotting later, talk now. "Does he," A finger pointed upwards, and then Taxi paused, pointing downwards, and then kind of wiggled it around because he couldn't decide whether the Angel of Death would really belong in hell or heaven. "Err, well, fuck, you know, Him, does he still bother you?"Poor guy. Taxi just wanted to go over there and hug him. They were too far away, even this short distance the table forced was bothering the very touchy-feely vampire. |
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Post by Rip on Oct 19, 2007 14:39:37 GMT -5
If anything could get him out of the stupor, it was that loud scream. Gabri responded in an instant, head springing up with eyes wide as he bit his bottom lip and nodded veraciously. Yes they took his hat and he wanted it back because his hair was so messy and it embarissed him almost as much as peeing infront of people. Almost. Not quite that bad.
The gaurd came over and said something in a low, rumbling tone that Gabrjel couldn't hear properly because he was focusing on Taxi and only Taxi. He did assume it was a warning to shut up or he'd be dragged back to his hellhole and the vampire out the door. The idea of dragging the blonde nightmare was funny, very funny, and a grin had snaked onto his face. It vanished fairly quickly.
"It's not your fault. It's the old lady don't trust them ok because apparently old people are tricksy foxes in boxes." The boy ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair while the left just dangled in the handcuffs. "The cookies are decietful." Oh wait, he was suppose to be speaking in Polish. Watching the vampire curiously, it took him a little while to actually remember what the hell he was talking about, and his demenor turned very sloutched and depressed. "No hinny, I've been..." a pause, he searched for the right word. "Forsaken." Azrael had left him to rot, not trusting him or requiring him. What could he do from a jail cell.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 19, 2007 20:00:27 GMT -5
Taxi had ignored the gaurd, he was the enemy. It was a good thing he hadn't tried to move the vampire, however, or the bastard would find himself without a neck.
"He's gone? Everything? Like, forever?" Yellow brows rose and he leaned back in his seat, knocking the now-destroyed box off of the table as though it had never existed. Well, the notion of Gabri being completely vision-less was sort of strange. Good for his head and he was still nice and sweet like a cupcake (Not a cookie) and Taxi was glad the imagery wouldn't plague him but... even his mind loathed to use the term 'boring' but...
"Is that what you want?" One eye dropped but the other remained raised inquisitively, drawing a palm underneath his chin and tapping the fingers on his teeth rythmically. His friend was all hyper and twitchy and wierd. It just wasn't him.
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Post by Rip on Oct 19, 2007 20:12:26 GMT -5
Gabri looked insulted. "No. He just don't help me get out or give me assignements. One of his assistants said I couldn't be trusted while I'm here. These people..." he looked over his shoulder, eyeing evey staff member in veiw. "listen and decipher too much. There's alot of stupid ones though, like the doctor, he thinks I'm afraid of aliens." The thought made him depressed, so his put his forehead on the table and groaned. "Aliens[/b] Taxi. What kind of theory is that? They beat me up, take my hat, throw me in here and then say I'm afraid of aliens. What kind of insane books are they reading? Everyone knows those don't exist. The other people here are more retarded then crazy. The one across from me gropes himself and cries about how much he misses sex with his mother. I hate it here and I miss my hat.[/i]" If he had been himself, he would have felt very bad for complaining so much, but as he was heavily drugged and sedated, his personality was shifting unstably during the night.
"What have you been doing hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm? flying off of buildings and cutting off your fingers?
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 19, 2007 20:44:33 GMT -5
Taxi extended his arms, pushing himself away, the legs of his chair screaming. He rose from his seat, stepping around the table, hard soles of his shoes making an upper class clacking noise against the flooring. And then he glowered down at the gaurd and jerked his head to the side, commanding him to step aside so they could discuss something in private.
The yellow of his eyes had turned venomous the moment Gabrjel had mentioned being beaten, going silent, and the green there had turned frosty and as hard as steel. He was a spoiled creature, someone who got what he wanted at any costs. Taxi Teufel Ungeheuer was not to be refused anything, ever. And if he by some ungodly chance was, the man would go to hell and back to get his vengeance. Fingers ran along his tie, smoothing it out and then doing the same to his lapels, looking over his nails. And then he managed to look down on the other even though he had to tilt his head up due to his stature, Taxi pulled it off using that rich snob air he had to him, the one which now radiated from him and his suit and his shiny shoes.
"I have a Koenigsegg CCX in the parking lot." Every man who was indeed a man knew what car that was. Even Taxi knew what car that was. This was probably only because the price tag attached to it was a ridiculous $600,910 and just thinking that number alone excited him. "And I want his hat back." The insinuation was impossible to miss.
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Post by Rip on Oct 19, 2007 21:50:03 GMT -5
Gabri stopped moving when Taxi left, staring blankly at the wall like he'd fallen asleep with his eyes open. With no stimulation strong enough to keep him alert, he went back to his stupor state.
The gaurd figured he'd be facing some annoying rant about the drug effects on the inmate. Like it was his problem what meds they gave these people? Absolutely not. All he did was make sure they didn't get out or kill anyone while they were here, and for most of them, that was going to be a very long time. When the german man pulled him to the side, the ward crossed his arms over his barrel chest and waited with an impatient scowl. God, he wanted to go home and he didn't like being looked down at- goddamnit the short little bastard was about to get clocked in the head and-
Oh, wait a second.
Both eyebrows went up, looking impressed and fighting against it. What was this dumbass getting at? "Do you know?" And then with the hat comment, he understood. The ward stared at the blonde with a disbelieving expression. "What do you think I can do? He's a conviced murderer and a schizophrenic. Even if I wanted to let him out how do you expect me to do it?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 20, 2007 13:13:17 GMT -5
Oh fuck. Thinking? This man wanted him to think? All considered, Gabri really hadn't lived up to his deal as far as it concerned no hard questions.
"I don't care how you do it. If you can't do it, i'll make the same offer to your headmaster." Headmaster? Was that even the right term? It made Taxi think of the decapitation. He really hadn't wanted to resort to violence, although he prettymuch knew any vengeance of his would involve atleast some. Or it wouldn't be very good revenge. Frozen green eyes rolled, "Tell them you're taking him for a walk or something. I don't give a shit. And so what if he's a convicted murderer and a schizophrenic, i'm an unconvicted murderer and getting impatient."
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Post by Rip on Oct 20, 2007 20:07:07 GMT -5
The ward looked frustrated and seemed to not hear the 'unconviced murderer' part. "He's in a high security cell and doesn't have those kind of privlages." But, after saying that he put a hand to his chin and glanced around at the security cameras. He leaned in. "But... if you were to try something ou better not do it tomorrow night because me and the doc will be the only ones here. Everyone else is off for the holiday. Doc passes out around 1 AM in his office and stays out til 2-3AM. It would be very inconvient if you broke in or something through the backdoor." He left it at that. "Visiting hours are over, by the way."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 20, 2007 20:51:26 GMT -5
He didn't smile. Face was cold, calculating, frozen in a scowl. Inside he was all giggles and grins but he wouldn't let that come out. Not untill he finished glaring with a, "Don't forget the hat." and then turned to ever so gently touch Gabri on the shoulder while moving past him and back out of the secure building.
And so Taxi returned to the building the following night, parking around the corner, pausing to do something, and then finally tucking the keys in his pocket and heading to go and rescue his friend. He didn't seem terribly rushed in his gait, just wearing his classic striped t-shirt and black jeans. Still the nice shoes, although those were the only hint of refinement left in him.
Time to bust in. The backdoor. Where was it. Oh, there it was. Awesome. The blonde would have preferred to have this lazy-ass gaurd hand him Gabri with a red bow on his head, but if he had to do some work, sigh, he would. Breaking doors. Easy peasy. Hand to the doorknob, giving it a quick yank without turning. And it broke, falling to his feet and the door swung open.
God that was fun sometimes. Now to find where Gabri was in this crazy place. And kill that doctor. And then destroy whatever file they had on the Pole.
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Post by Rip on Oct 20, 2007 22:56:07 GMT -5
The doctor was in his office, surprisingly still awake even if it was 1:30 AM. He was too facinated with their newest addition. Fake schizophrenics were much more common then real ones, people who got in here because they somehow managed to convince the jury of mental disturbance, but this Gabrjel guy actually seemed to be among the 1% of the population who wasn't bullshitting. But, the doctor was also easily excited. The alien thing had been so shocking- it was almost the complete sterotype. If it wasn't for the blood test and the strange speech from time to time... he hadn't noticed someone who shouldn't be there on the security cameras.
The ward glanced at the time and headed from the storage room. He walked by the half-concious half-temporary retarded Polish boy's cell and slipped a familiar hat between the bars. Inside it he took the liberty of leaving a note that read 'leave the car keys'. After that, he went whistling away to the bathroom, carring a copy of Beowulf under his arm.
Gabri looked across the floor to see his hat, and it took him almost five minutes to reach for it. Another three to scoot close enough to grab it. Once he did that though, he put it over his head and laid face down in the cot.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 20, 2007 23:39:50 GMT -5
Why wasn't there a map or something. This was so ridiculous. Right, left, straight, it didn't seem to matter which way he went, there was no Gabri. One corner after another, but finally he stepped around a corner, pushed open a door, and found himself in a hallway of cells.
This was NOTHING like the places he remembered. They had been nice, full of friendly insane people who undressed themselves and danced around and then got drugs in their veins. Or trading cigarettes for raunchy playing cards, or even getting electrocuted in the brain lots. As he walked down the hall he couldn't help but get horrible pangs in his gut. God, humans were just awful, turning on their own kind like this. People who needed help and were chucked in here to rot.
Finally he came upon Gabri's cell and felt giddy, looking in and seeing his friend and his hat. "Gabri!" Nails rattled on the bars, grinning from ear to ear. "Getting you out of here, Mausi! Not sure how yet, do you know where they keep the keys?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 0:19:01 GMT -5
Gabri mummbled in into the matress, something that might have been, 'hi taxi'. But then, when he noticed that his mouth was being clogged by something, another grumble stated 'my mouths full i can't talk' in almost unintellgeble gurgles. The Pole was unfortinatly quite out of it.
Behind the vampire, across from Gabri's cell, was a half naked twitchy man who's orange hair was sticking up as if he had gotten electricuted. Actually, from the continuous shaking and random jerking, he might have been. "Oohhhhhhh you won't be getting hiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm up." he cooed, eyes wide as he pressed his face up against the bars, snorting out a laugh. "They kiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllll him at night. Early in the moooorrrrnnnnn though they'll bring him back. Cries alot but he hides it, but not from meeee because I can smelll it over there." He gave a snarling grin. "Wonna know how to get him out huh?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 21, 2007 0:38:39 GMT -5
It was sometimes hard to tell if Taxi new the meaning of fear. The blonde did, though, he knew fear, and he knew it at times like these, with creepy bastards speaking at him while he had his back turned. But it didn't show overtop of his smile, or even underneath it, he just let mirth coat his features and turn to look in it.
"Ja, Herr Crazy Person. Tell me." Fear ignored, caution thrown to the wind. He was here for Gabri, and he didn't mind talking to a kind of scary person. They were behind bars. Taxi wasn't.
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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 0:43:52 GMT -5
"It's a secrrrrrrrrrrrrretttt." the bug eyed man sneered. "You can't tell annnyyooneee because you'll ruin it. Shhhhhhhhh!!" Sticking his head hard as he could between the bars, he looked back and forth to make sure no one was walking by. "Ok." he hissed, whispering now. "you have to.." the rest was said to quietly to hear, even for a vampire.
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