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Post by Rip on Oct 7, 2007 20:55:18 GMT -5
Head? What head? Gabri had to backtrack before he recalled his present to Taxi. "Oh, your welcome. And... I don't remember what I did with it after I gave it to you-"
The poor, unfortinate employee had ran all the way up the steps, swinging the head by it's hair, screaming, "ITS A HEAD ITS A HEAD" When the higher ranking assholes, worried they would loose customers over this rediculous behavor, came to look two fainted (an older, overweight woman and a man with pursed lips) and one dashed to the bathroom to revist his lunch from that afternoon.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
"W-w-w...!"
"IS THAT A HEAD!?"
"IS HE DEAD?"
"You fucking moron OF COURSE HES DEAD HIS BODY IS MISSING!"
"CALL THE POLICE!"
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"Maybe your erm friends came and cleaned it up?" Gabri continued, their floor being too high up for him to hear the commotion on the first floor. Ah, if only he was as super human as he thought he was.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 7, 2007 21:10:24 GMT -5
Sensitive ears had just barely caught the noise, being only a little bit better than humans. Curse his inadequate senses as far as being a vampire was concerned, but atleast he was able to hear the CALL THE POLICE and the IS THAT A HEAD!?
Taxi grabbed his sweater and pulled his socks on, scrambling around the room before he had the common sense to grab Gabri by the sleeve, "Hey, Mausi, we uh, gotta haul ass. Get yer stuff, we can find a backway out-"
Shit, the blonde would normally just dive out of the window and smash himself up good and proper. But he couldn't because his companion was mortal and he wouldn't be able to stand back up again if he jumped out a fifteen story window. "They found your present."
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Post by Rip on Oct 7, 2007 21:24:40 GMT -5
Gabri was extremely confused as to why Taxi was running around like he was late for something... all... of... a sudden, but as it seemed extremely rude to go 'hey, wtf are you doing did your brain fall out or something', he just stood there rubbing the back of his neck akwardly. "Um, hinn-"
... oh dear.
"Oh. OH, uh oh." Gabri matched Taxi's hustle, snatching his hatchet and hiding it in his coat, much better then he normally would have, half hopped putting on his shoes before opening the door wide. Outside, employees were running like mice, hollering 'THERES A KILLER IN THE HOTEL, EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR ROOMS THE POLICE ARE ON THE WAY'. ONe of the girls came up to Gabri, ushering him back. "Sir, there's a m-mur... please go back inside."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 7, 2007 21:48:03 GMT -5
Stolen green eyes went wide, mind turning blank. Usually there were a bunch of stupid ideas in his head at this point. Pretend to be the police, scream that there was another body in the room, someone was giving birth, anything. Anything to distract them and run past.
But nothing formed. Heart started beating unnecessarily, breath following as he stood behind the taller man and peered over his shoulder. Was he scared? Maybe. Taxi never got caught at the scene of the crime, or if he did, he would just run like crazy without concerns for his health. But he couldn't this time, the blonde wouldn't abandon Gabri and just dive through whatever forces were trying to stop him and probably get shot in the process. So he gave little choked breathes behind the polish boy, hands grabbing the bottom of the back of his shirt and clutching.
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Post by Rip on Oct 7, 2007 21:56:37 GMT -5
Gabri had explored this room previously, looking for possible excapes- he had found none. There wasn't even a fire escape near the window. How incredibly unfortinate... not like he wouldn't get shot climbing down it anyway. Oh god, this was bad. The Pole knew what was going to happen to him, or what he thought was going to happen to him. Get shot. Shot dead.
However, if he managed to not get killed, they would probably just lock him up for study. He was, afterall, an extreme case of schizophrenia not usually seen at all. He was the Sybil of his mental disorder.
But he didn't know that. He only knew that he did not have any desire what so ever to die. He had seen so many people bite the dust and it was never a 'peaceful floating'. Beasts came and ripped souls to peices if they weren't good enough. Ate them with razor sharp teeth and saw like claws. And Azrael was angry with him. Gabri needed to act, there was no time for thinking.
I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die
You need to die.
With reflexes no one would ever expect from the skinny Polish boy, Gabri rushed her and shoved her further down the hall, grabbing the hatchet from his coat and thrusting the handel into her brain. He wrenched it out and left her twitching and seisering, mummbling an apology as he grabbed Taxi by the arm and pulled him.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 7, 2007 22:24:09 GMT -5
Taxi didn't think his eyes could get any wider. But they did. Just as that hatchets handle met with the poor girls skull. He couldn't be sure, but, that didn't seem like one of his planned Crow killings. Not at all. It seemed like Gabri panicked just as much as he did and rammed metal into her skull.
He was pulled along till his senses came to him, breathing heavily as his shoes hit against the carpet of the hotel hallway. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. There hadn't even been any evidence bfore, why had Gabri done that?! Now there was, they had the obvious murder weapon and and and- No, they had to get out. Not that Taxi thought for a moment anything would happen to HIM. In the few occassions where he had been put in cuffs, he had just broken his own wrists to get out and created hell till there was nobody left standing to stop him.
So he ran alongside Gabri till they were once again blocked. This time is was by a police officer who had been called to the scene. Gun drawn, shouting at them to stop. News traveled fast through such a tall building when it took such an awfully long time to get to the bottom.
Didn't have time for this. Taxi surged ahead of the other as a bullet tore through his stomach, grabbing him by the head and twisting it at a sharp angle. Snap, crackle, pop! The body fell and with a glance to make sure Gabri was still with him they made it to the bottom floor. There were those beautiful double doors, just welcoming them to freedom.
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Post by Rip on Oct 7, 2007 22:54:31 GMT -5
Having not gotten used to the idea of his companion being immortal, a look of horror exploded on his face when the bullet cannoned through Taxi's stomach, but once he saw that the vampire was not dead and was entirely capible of taking out the cop, he calmed down. If you could concider what he was as calm, that is, as he ran around the second person they killed that day, whiping his face vigorously with the inside of his coat to get as much blood and brains off as possible.
The lobby was mobbed with vocally terrified guests and equally scared employees. Police were moving through the hallways, guns out. Gabri felt numb. Oh jesus he really was going to die. They would never get out. Slipping into the crowd, trying to get lost among them while keeping a firm grip on that damned bee hoodie, serial murderer number 1 snuck and inegrated amongst the people until he was closed to the door. Christ it was bound to be closed-
But it wasn't. Someone had abandoned protocall and fled without finishing his job of a lock down.
He opened it just enough to get out, hoping to God no one saw, and rounded the corner just before wailing sirens sped down the street and slammed the breaks on infront of The Mirage.
There were alot of back allyways in Vegas. There were alot of places for rats to hide. When the sounds of alarms were far enough, Gabri fell to his knees against a chain linked fence, panting while his heart beat like a card against a bike wheel.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 8, 2007 13:55:05 GMT -5
It was fairly hard to blend into a crowd when you had a bullethole in your gut. The difficulty level only increased by the burning heat of where it was lodged in his stomach, the metal being rejected by his body and screamed at to get the fuck out right now so it can heal. This was not the pleasant sort of stinging shocks of pain he got off on. It wasn't even a nice type of burn. It was an i'm going to double over soon type of pain.
The blondes mind tried to stay off of it and simply focus on following Gabri. He knew what to do. He had essentially gotten them out of there (Although halfway through the bastard survival instinct was asking him nicely to just ditch him) so he was grateful for that. Body leaned against the fence, taking long drawn out breaths as he stared at at the wound.
Cursing in German would ensue as two fingers dived into the hole, forcing their way through the flesh of his gut. Blood had dripped down and was escaping, sneaking through and trying to return to the earth unnoticed. A few drops had already splashed out and more would get a free ride home on the digits which were wiggling around in his internal organs hunting for the invader. Head pressed back as he hissed out hair from between his teeth, but finally he found the little hellish piece of metal and pulled his hand out from inside of himself. "Verdammt~" The vampire exhaled the word in relief as he sunk to his knees, yet still wincing as he could feel his body ever so slowly mending itself. If he had been any other vampire he would have already healed around that fucking bullet, but no, he was going to have to deal with this gaping wound for quite a while.
And then something even more horrible than that sunk in. "MY NEW SHIRT!" He clutched the fabric which was ruined by an unwanted bullet and fleeing blood, looking over at Gabri with big green eyes that glittered with tears threatening to drop. Was that a lip wibble?
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Post by Rip on Oct 8, 2007 18:48:17 GMT -5
Gabri pulled his back against the fence, hanging his head between his knees, trying to catch his breath. A metal taste welled up in his throat, and he knew it was blood without even testing it with his tongue. His chest ached and heaved and his head throbbed where he hit it the previous night. But at least, he realized as he looked up at Taxi, he didn't have a bullet in the belly. He wanted to ask if he was ok, even if it was a stupid question, and if he wanted help, but he couldn't remember how to talk- he could hardly remember how to breathe for chrissake.
The sirens wailed blocks away- they had ran a fair distance in a short amount of time. You'd be surprised what you could do if your life depended on it. Gabjel knew staying here was a bad idea, at least for him. He had an idea that if Taxi could survive wars and 600 years worth of continuous murder, he'd be fine in this instance. But when that vampire looked at him with those teary eyes, he felt like he had been the one who got shot and his stomach twisted up in knots of guilt. "I'm sorry hinny," he said breathlessly, rubbing his forehead. "I'll find you another one..." After a moment, he shed off his coat. "Here, sit on it. No sense ruining your pants too."
He stuck his legs out infront of him, sighing heavily, holding himself up with one hand while the other crossed his stomach. "I think I'm..." the word seemed difficult to say. "screwed."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 8, 2007 19:55:41 GMT -5
Taxi took the offering without a second thought, sitting himself down on it and curling his legs up to his stomach. Atleast it hadn't been a headshot, those were the worst. Well, no, he would rather he had gotten shot in the face than ruin his brand new hoodie. A few sniffles, rubbing his eyes on the sleeve of his now-wrecked shirt. "But it was on sale." Tiny little remorseful whine, as though he was at the funeral for his poor piece of clothing, remembering the good times they had together. Oh. This was sad. Tragic. Truely an epic tale of love for the ages, it should be made into a movie. But his tragic mood was destroyed by depressed sounding words.
"You're not screwed. You still have your car, and, your hatchet, and, you're alive?" Taxi wasn't the best motivational speaker but he tried his best while constantly listening for approaching footsteps. "I'd give everything for just a chance to be human." Voice took on a sort of sadness, resting his chin inbetween his knees. That was something he seldom told anyone, how much he lusted for that zest of life. How unlike most vampires Taxi Teufel Ungeheuer had never gotten a chance to be mortal. Even if it meant being a human like Gabri who was insane and haunted by some disturbing as all fuck imagery.
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Post by Rip on Oct 8, 2007 20:28:36 GMT -5
"There are no surprises for you." Gabri replied, not bothered that he wasn't thanked for the coat or that Taxi hadn't fought him about it. He wouldn't have offered if he expected something like that. "You can.. do what you want forever, can't you?" A bit of a smile actually slip on his face. "I've known people who'd sell their own grandmothers for that. You're excempt from rules, Taxi. No one can touch you." The idea of immortality was very tempting, extremely tempting, actually. The things he could see and do were endless, but he couldn't help wondering if it were worth it. "As for the rest of us, we're just fair game."
Working for Azrael until the end of the world. The idea wasn't especially lovely, but... so many things he could see- He saw enough. More then enough. "But I don't think I'd want to live for that long. But I don't want to die either." God, this was confusing. "... what makes you think it's so good?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 8, 2007 20:46:21 GMT -5
The blonde had had this conversation with a countless number of people over the course of his existance. But this was different, wasn't it? He usually wasn't discussing it with people who claimed to be working for the Angel of Death.
"Exempt? Whatever I want? Freedom. Yeah right." Taxi actually managed a laugh, but he quickly regretted it when it reverberated down to his stomach and pain flared up making him cringe. "This isn't living forever, remember, i'm -dead-. This is being a shadow of humanity, some undead wretch which feeds off of the living, cursed to watch them but never truely be one of them no matter how hard you try."
"Too afraid to love because you know with eternity infront of you you'll end up getting your heart broken. Wondering if you even -can- love. I've never even seen the sun, fuck, Mausi, never would I choose this type of existance-" From the corner of lifeless eyes he looked at Gabri, "Nor would I curse someone with it. Because they all regret it. You'll die peacefully, years from now, satisfied with your life. I'm so fucking scared to die because I know where people like me go."
The blonde never directly answered the others question, he just sort of rambled and ended up burying his face in his arms which were folded over his knees. God, it didn't sound so bad when he didn't talk about it. But when he said it like that it really did make him utterly miserable. He didn't even feel the need to mention that most vampires simply killed themselves in the first few years of their creation, through insanity, heartbreak, or simply not wanting to 'live'. Or all of the horrible things he'd seen which he couldn't unsee no matter how hard he tried to lock it all away.
Despite what a happy guy he seemed to be, it would become apparent now that beneath that the cheerful demeanor was a mask overtop of centuries of torture.
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Post by Rip on Oct 8, 2007 21:14:59 GMT -5
"You seem very real to me, hinny." Gabri replied, waiting for Taxi to be done; he didn't want to interupt. For the wannabe reaper, 'real' was the equivlent to 'alive'. It was the difference between the two headed snakes he now saw slithering across the ground and the people driving the cars down the street. It had a different feel, the real and the unreal, and though Gabri would never admit to being insane there was a feeling in the pit of his gut. Oh, yes, the little voice in his head, the only one that was normal to have, was very aware. It often whispered that his entire way of life was only the product of a defective brain. One day he would wake up in a mental institution with wires attached to his skull and realise that nothing he thought he had ever existed. Nothing that was important would be there. No- worse then that. Everything that was important would simply have never existed at all. His memories would only be fantasies, little more then day dreams. He would never know what was real and what wasn't. There weren't enough prayers he could say to make himself normal or to make him live events that never actually happened.
It was devastating that he was ignorant to this and couldn't get solace that there were other people in a similar boat. If he gave into logic, he'd just think Taxi was another doppleganger anyway. Regaurdless if his brain would let him know the truth or not, he felt an odd, dull ache spreading through him, and since he was only confused by it, he didn't know what else to do but try and comfort his friend. Obviously, what he was feeling was guilt because he had no reason for self-pity. Of course. The flies buzzing around in his mind were much louder then the strained little voice calling 'there's nothing, nothing there'
"I don't know what they'll do with me when I die." He said. "God's work or not I am still a killer. I take away people's lives. When they shoot me I'll die, or when I fall in the water I'll die. Do you think being shot is the same as drowning? They'll leave me in the dark after that. I just hope it's quick, but I have a feeling it won't be. Murderers shouldn't get quick deaths." The Pole was silent for a moment then leaned over and put a hand on the vampire's shoulder. "C'mon hinny, I'll find you another sweat shirt. I can carry you on my back if you don't want to walk."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 8, 2007 22:03:57 GMT -5
There were things Taxi wanted to say. He wanted to continue ranting, or maybe thank Gabri and tell him what a sweetie he was, or that he didn't have to worry about him. But everything the little blonde wanted to say could be summed up in one action.
It wasn't a sneak attack like some of the things he'd done before had been, it was a needy little motion that was hungry for comfort and to express how he felt. He shifted to wrap his arounds around Gabri's chest and place his face in the others shoulder, squeezing him gently. It would only last for a few moments whether or not the Pole returned the hug, because that was all he needed to say.
Living in the moment was the only way he could escape the dread of immortality, so he released the taller boy (as long as Gabri would let him go) and stood, looking into the alley way. His stomach hurt but he didn't want to be carried even though he was quite light and it would be a simple task. Where they were gonna go Taxi had no idea, but they really couldn't stay here.
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Post by Rip on Oct 8, 2007 22:38:41 GMT -5
Gabri hadn't been expecting to be hugged, but Taxi had often did things he did not expect. Having gotten used to it, he didn't react in surprise. The black haired boy just moved his arms out of the way. It was difficult to see his new friend as a person with centeries of wisdom, as someone old. The German was very childish, which wasn't nessisarily a bad thing, as children often knew more things then they wanted to admit. They behaved differently because they thought differently. He waited until Taxi let go and let his eyes follow the direction he was looking. Yeah, it was time to go.
His car was still in the garage, and he was suddenly thankful the hyperactive blonde and spazzed while they were driving and made him park in a random lot. It was far enough away from the hotel that.. well. It wouldn't be searched right away. But if they did find it, there was traces of blood under the seats where his hatchet frequently laid, out of sight from passengers but not from scent dogs and persistant CSI agents.
He stood up, picking up up his coat and shaking it out before putting it over the 600 year old 19 year old's shoulders. "Don't want them seeing your belly hole, hm? You can take it off once we find something else for you, it's ok if you don't like it. I know it's shabby." Gabri adjusted his hat and had to fidget until he had the hatchet comfortably hidden under his shirt. "Where have you been staying, before I picked you up? You remember where it is, or how to get there?"
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