Re: Feeling (not so) Good.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:18 am

Dalian turned slightly to face her, his gun now at her. "What did you say, miss?" he questioned, before yelling "Get up!" gesturing vertical movements with his gun. "Now!"

Dun. Duun. DUUUN!

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:27 am

Batman?

Two guns on me? Even after I said please? Ilia, you're going to be in the hanger soon dear.
She stood though it was difficult with the person holding the gun tigthly to her neck now also holding her arms behind. The worst thing was that she dropped her muffin, but Ilia knew that was bound to happen soon.
She gulped slightly, her eyes not leaving his face/mask; she knew that if she did it would make things worse, the movies said so.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 3:40 pm

MADE ME LOL
The muffin part :3
"Fletch, If you will." The burly bloke said, taking a step back so he was now the one with the gun against Dixie's head. The thinner of the duo stepped forward, quickly wrapping an arm around Ilia's neck as the woman had done to Marco. Marco's eyes widened, in fact, as he began to struggle against the woman's grip, put she kept a firm hold. That was something that Marco hadn't accounted for. Something seemingly inconcievable. And the other ten knew nothing of their mistake.
"Now." began the woman, her smile made invisible by the mask as she adressed the collection of men and women in the shop. "If any of you do anything stupid, you'll have the lives and blood of both of these innocent little beauties on your hands." At that point, she ran her pale fingers through Marco's dark hair, in false affection. "We'll being seeing you later." She finished.
"Or not." added Damian with a smile, as the two with prisoners dragged their prey through the doors. Slowly, others followed, about half stepping over the body of an unconscious girl. Of course, everyone's back faced the door until they escaped, Dalian being the last to exit, with a sardonic salute.

Marco and Ilia were thrown into the back of a white bakery van, very loose ropes wrapped around them, just as part of the act in case anyone saw them.
The girl removed her mask in sync with the men, giggling a little, and revealing a red ocean of hair. "I think that's a record!" she squealed from the driver's seat to the two men beside her, as the rest followed in their seperate transport.

(Sorry it took so long, had dinner and then had to type this... D: )

by **Cali** Wed Dec 01, 2010 3:44 pm

x.x i'm confuzzled. x.x

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 3:52 pm

About...? x

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:00 pm

Nice new pic Wink

Sorry, I was doing it on my phone and it didn't send due to some reason. Do it in a sec though quickly.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:02 pm

I get really pissed off when that happens >:/

You can tell what I was doing today! :')

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:02 pm

No worries, long posts do take forever to type up m'dear

Ilia sighed deeply, closing her eyes ever so slightly. She didn't know if she should say anything or what. She was stuck in the back of a bakery van with a hot Italian and loosely bound ropes... Maybe this was an X rated film or something similar.
She looked over to the guy and attempted a small smirk despite her feeling like crud. Honestly, she just wanted to go to work, something that she thought that she'd never say. That little restuarant could easily be hell.

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:06 pm

Making a little snow flower? I was too busy trying to giggle my head off from some different things. One thing is that there's a shed that is the middle of the building (the building's like a huge circle shape so the shed goes in the middle) and it was chucking it down with snow and it honestly looked like Santa'a Grotto. Me and my friends were half-tempted to ask the teacher if we could put red tinsel on the green shed so that it looked even more like it. Ah, I remember the lesson when we were meant to have French but the grouchy ICT teacher wouldn't let us (the owner of the shed) made us put up a huge tent thing. It was fun(!)

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:11 pm

Marco shrugged his ropes off easily and expertly; he'd done it so many times before. Moving with the motion of the van, he refused to meet Ilia's eyes. All he could think, was 'Shit.' His muscles tensed as he rubbed his fingers against each other, before sighing. Heavily.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:13 pm

Strange girl...
Made snowflower with a cookie cutter ^.^

by **Cali** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:15 pm

seriously, where should lalianna be???

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:17 pm

This is peculiar, eh?
Ilia sighed before taking the ropes off, not as effortlessly as Marco did though; she caught her hand up a few times. She gave up on trying to meet her eyes with his for the simple reason that he was ignoring her blatantly.

Cookie cutter? I have a load, maybe I'll have a go for the hell of it tomorrow Wink

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:28 pm

What are you confused about?

He broke the silence with yet another deep breath, and then began to speak. "What the hell were you thinking?" he whispered spitefully. He wasn't expecting an answer. He just looked down again, not sure if he was furious or just damn pissed off.

by **Cali** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:31 pm

like where she should be

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:33 pm

I did tell you earlier... hold on a sec.

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:33 pm

"I dunno," she muttered, "I... It's a long story."
She didn't know, she's just always used that excuse since she's grown up. She looked at him, deep with regret; his face said it all.
"But I guess I'm just an idiot that loves the smell of leather."

by **Cali** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:38 pm

fuck i gtg.
i hate my school
>.<

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:41 pm

She can just be one of the others in the coffee shop, who just had a gun to her head O.O Dixie, the Saturday girl is still in there...

He ignored that comment, and began again, finally looking up, his expression almost fearful. Almost. "You're not telling anyone, got it?" he told her firmly, the almost-fear swept away from his face with the wave of stern on his expression now.

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:44 pm

"Any about what?" she raised a brow at him.
Her face met that stern expression as did her voice. She didn't feel like talking anyway...or coffee and chocolate muffins.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:51 pm

He blinked. Then he smiled. "Nothing, it was nothing..." he trailed off, looking to the side, the smile stitched onto his face. "So what happened to the muffin and coffee then?" he asked, his tone lighter suddenly.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:53 pm

Be back in a bit!

by **OpenTheDoor** Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:56 pm

Ilia sighed, again, "The muffin was on the floor when I got grabbed behind my back, the coffee I never ordered, y'know? Someone had a huge order and then got tackled etcetera."
She put her hands on the top of her knees, tapping a small rhythm out. Now she was regretting the skirt thing but she didn't know about getting chucked in the back of a bakery van.
"At least this is better than work."

Don't leave me too long Very Happy

by **Charlie** Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:12 pm

Alex stood up and went to the counter, "You okay?" He asked the girl who seemed to be having a bad day.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:48 pm

hope it hasn't been too long my lovely!

"The idiot." Marco concluded with a smile. He laid his legs out, his shoes just touching hers. "Do you like where you work?" he asked softly.

by **peachie-keen** Wed Dec 01, 2010 5:54 pm

Dixie nodded several times, her eyelids fluttering like the wings of a bluebottle. "I'm fine," she managed to utter, her body trembling.

by Sponsored content