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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 20:43:21 GMT -5
The man turned deep scarlet, a red not even Gabri had reached yet. Grinding his teeth togeather he shut his eyes tight, heat radiating off his face from the impossible to miss blush that washed over him. The bottom of his stomach ripped out and hit the floor, and worse of all, he reconized that he didn't particuarly hate it.
Oh fucking God!
The doctor was almost crying by the time he was moving across the room, heading to the file cabinate and unlocked it using a small, blunt key. He fingered through the folders until he came to one labeled Gabrjel Gorski, and pulled it out. There was writing in red on the front, 'Important'. "H-here."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 21, 2007 21:01:39 GMT -5
Taxi released the mans neck to grab the file and walk with a bit of a sway in his hips to the drawer, bending over so he could reach down and grab the keys from it. Okay. You have the keys. The file. What else, what eelllsseeee. The blonde thumbed through the file, grinning when he saw Gabri's last name. Interesting. But everything else in here was boring, their theories, everything. Utterly dull.
"Is this all I need, Herr Doctor? What about release forms? Good legal release forms, for his name to be cleared." He leaned against the edge of the desk, almost looking lazy. But it was horribly obvious from the way his eyes were half lidded that he was a predator ready to spring.
This was becoming less of a chore by the second, and more of an enjoyable game, watching this human react. Cat and mouse. Taxi didn't want to leave any loose ends to this, for once he killed this man, there was no bringing him back. And if he could, the blonde wanted Gabri's name restored.
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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 21:10:37 GMT -5
"I don't have that power!" He snarled, wheeling around, suddenly insulted. It was true. The court had ruled him insane and Gabri was meant to stay here until he died. It was either that or a needle in his arm. "Who do you think I am!? Your just as crazy as your friend if you think I can just SIGN OUT murderers! THIS ISN'T A FUCKING LIBRARY!"
Fuming, his pride mortally wounded and forced to remember that he was most certainly not top dog, the doctor balled his fists, shaking, this time, with actual anger.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 21, 2007 21:23:15 GMT -5
"Well then, if you're no longer useful to me, Herr Doctor..." Tie was pulled off his own neck and with a few swift steps forward Taxi assaulted the older looking man once again. The documents of the file had been crumpled into a little ball in his fist and forced into his captives mouth and forced there with that silk tied about his head.
The body was thrown over his shoulder and he made his way out of the office heading back for Gabri's cell. Key twirled around his finger and he hummed to himself, not relenting on a strong grip on his captive. This was fun. The man was sufficently gagged, unable to make any noise as Taxi sauntered down the hallway of cells till he reached his friends.
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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 21:38:38 GMT -5
The doctor started to run when he heard what Taxi said, but unfortinatly he didn't get very far. Even more unfortinate, he had no way to defend himself against a short, blonde, german kid as he was gagged. His stomach heaved, nasuia flowing as he was flipped over the shoulder and carried out.
This couldn't be happening. He had fucking degrees, he made more money then some people would see in their whole lives and andandand- he fought but couldn't go anywhere, couldn't even put up a good struggle. Worthless little moron.
Gabri was where Taxi had left him, sitting in the same position more or less. He had taken off his hat at some point and left it sitting in his hat, looking at the note inside it blankly. He couldn't remember what letters were or what they meant. He figured Taxi would know though, because he seemed to know alot of things, being 600 years old. Except buying food, he didn't know how to do that very well, but it wouldn't be nice to say that.
When he heard footsteps, he turned his head without blinking and swallowed. "Hinny I think this says something but I don't know what." He didn't seem to notice the pig-man doctor on his friend's back, or didn't care.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 21, 2007 21:57:58 GMT -5
Fingers twisted around the key jammed in the lock, loving the sound of it clicking and releasing the door, kicking it open and leaving the keys there. Hand extended to take the note from Gabri, hmming as he read it. Shuffling around in his pocket, still clutching the man over his shoulder tight and then dropping the car keys on the floor of the cell.
"C'mon Gabri. We gotta go. First, however, I have a delivery to make." Hand delivered a swift smack to the doctors ass, the german laughing in unison with the loud slap. Revenge was so sweet.
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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 22:11:08 GMT -5
The doctor sqirmed, making a muffled protest, as Gabri looked up, dumbfounded. Go? Leave? He wasn't suppose to leave. They said so. He had to stay there forever until he died, thats why he thought about swallowing his tongue. But if Taxi said they had to go...
The Pole slowly got to his feet, using the open gate for balence, and followed. "Ok." He didn't notice the keys, and if he did he probably would have picked them up assuming his friend had dropped him. Good thing he didn't.
Down the hall, as they walked, the boy noticed the doctor for the first time, and eyes went a little wide and voice sounded a little panicked. "Whats he doing here I don't like him hes not coming is he he's not even a real doctor"
Doc looked over at him, inraged, trying to free himself from the fucking kid's grip to kick the schizo. He failed miseribly.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 21, 2007 22:28:37 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Mausi, this sick fuck isn't coming with us." A grin, jostling the man on his shoulder as they made their way down the hallway and out the door. "Oh no, not him, do you know he totally wanted to fuck me? I look, like, 18! Or me fuck him. I'm not quite sure." A sadistic smile coated his features, glancing to make sure Gabri was still there. Atleast his friend could walk, he was worried for a second. Time to go. Out the back door again, to the car. Goodbye, crazyhouse. Hello nice car. I'll miss you. Taxi had left the trunk open and that's where he deposited the Doctor and then slammed the trunk closed, taking Gabri by the sleeve and tugging him over to the concealment of the bushes where he crouched down to watch, waiting for Chuck. They were a good twenty meters away and hidden, though it was still easy to see the car. "Don't worry Gabri, they won't get the nice car. It's gonna explode when he turns it on." And then the blondes expression could only be described by the following emoticon:  |
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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 22:48:25 GMT -5
Fuck? What the fuck did fuck mean? Gabri had to ponder this, looking at the ground as he walked. Fuck meant... fuck meant... oh OH!! A familiar red climbed to his cheeks, and the boy rubbed his left arm, looking embarissed. "He's a pig, i can see his tail, and he smells like vasiline, you don't want that i hope" Another choked protest from the doctor. Still no one cared.
Outside, the Pole looked back and forth, face confused and a little frustrated looking. He didn't voice any concern, but he felt like he was lost. Walking upside down, maybe. Sky and ground flipped. Maybe. Something like that? Underwater, possibly? He didn't know, but he stuck close to his rescuer. He saw the doctor getting put in the trunk and moved when he was pulled, sitting when Taxi sat and listening to what he said. He crocked his head, thinking.
The gaurd, Chuck, came out, whistling happily to himself, twirling his new car keys in his fingers. The man looked over the car, grinning, and got inside.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 21, 2007 23:04:12 GMT -5
"Course not, Mausi."
Taxi raised himself up on his toes, seeing Chuck approach, getting excited, smiling, tapping Gabri on the shoulder and then throwing his arm around the other and pulling him close.
There was never anything more exciting or more terrifying than an explosion. The raging hot fire, even a spark or a piece of shrapnel could set him up in flames. It seemed irrelevant now, as Chuck turned the keys and an absolutely beautiful explosion blossomed out from the once-magnificent car.
Red, orange, yellow, blue, it all mushroomed out. And then there was black, twirling pieces of vehicle going everywhere, that noise shattering the air around them. It was so pretty. Taxi wished he could hear their screams.
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Post by Rip on Oct 21, 2007 23:14:29 GMT -5
Gabri knew they were going to die, thats usually what happened when you exploded, but he wasn't prepared for such a loud noise or bright light. He had been in a dimly lit cell all night, which was basicly completely silent since the hyena grabbed Taxi, and he winced when the fire boomed in the night and turned to hide his face in Taxi's shoulder. It wasn't anything remorseful- he didn't like the ward and he didnt' like the doctor. He would have killed them both himself if he could, since in the day he could see the crows all over their shoulders. One was greedy and the other was unbarible. It was all the same to him. It just hurt his eyes and ears.
When the inital blast was done, Gabri looked back at the wreckage. Aw, that was a nice car too. Not anymore, since the metal was gnarled and twisted into odd angles, and he could almost make out a dark, charred figure in the driver's seat.
"Are you judging them now too, hinny?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 21, 2007 23:44:58 GMT -5
"I suppose, Mausi, I suppose."
The police and fire fighters wouldn't arrive for quite a while, if at all. Nobody around to hear except for Gabri and Taxi. Taxi who had taken to affectionately petting his friends hair as his head met with his shoulder, watching the blaze through twinkling green eyes. The red of the smoldering wreck reflected off of the yellow, creating an add display of green and orange in those stolen orbs.
Hand snuck into his pocket, yanking out a cellphone and calling the number of a limo service. It only took ten or so minutes in which the vampire spent watching the wreckage. The smell was intoxicating, burning flesh, hot metal, smoke in the air. The german was almost dissapointed when the long black limo rolled up and he ushured Gabri towards it and in, settling down and motioning for the driver to take them to the hotel Taxi had holed himself up in.
Well. That wasn't as hard as he had been expecting it to be.
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Post by Rip on Oct 22, 2007 18:51:07 GMT -5
The bright colors and flickering flames sent Gabri's drugged up brain on a rollercoaster ride. Where the typical person would see an already spectacular display of lights, the Pole was seeing something closer to the end of the world. From the fire danced creatures that must have come form hell, they're nasty little black smokey hands grabbing at the sky and groping themselves in disrespect towards heaven. While rats and dogs and rabid things nipped at their heels and bayed to the dark moon, the Pole felt around his wrist and played with the plastic bracelet the doctors made him wear. It was itchy, but he didn't snap it off. He hardly noticed when Taxi lead him to the car, and in he went without a second thought. He forgot where he was for a second, blinking, then looked back down at his hand, fiddling with the plastic.
"Taxi, you don't think I'm schizophrenic... do you?" Gabri didn't seem to be anticipating a responce though, as he leaned up against the door to the limo and closed his eyes.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 22, 2007 20:00:21 GMT -5
"Probably, Mausi." The blonde was watching Gabri like a hawk, sitting back on the leather seat and examining him. A limo was expensive, but his wallet was still fat as hell and Taxi well... Taxi really hated calling Taxi's. He couldn't deal with the irony.
Jeeeze. Gabri just seemed to sad. And fucking adorable. Was this what it felt like to look at him? No, because, Taxi wasn't a schizo. And Gabrjel apparently was. A normal person would have lied and assured their poor insane friend that they weren't so, but Taxi wasn't a normal person, and he usually tried to refrain from lies. It wouldn't take long for the limo to get to the hotel, but till then the German would shift closer and put a hand on the taller mans shoulder.
First thing would be to get him out of those hospital clothes. God those things were awful.
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Post by Rip on Oct 22, 2007 20:51:53 GMT -5
One odd looking hazel eye opened, the other closed against the limo, and shifted from Taxi to the bracelet. "Oh." He had little emotion in the word, no indincation of actually understanding. Afterall, he was still foggy on the meds and it wouldn't wear off until later in the morning. It was probably kinder that way.
"Thankyou" Not sure where that came from, Gabri scrunched his nose and decided to assume it was graditude for getting him out of the crazy house. That was the most logical thing, anyway. He had almost called his friend Azrael, but fell asleep before he could get the word out.
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