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Post by Eden on Mar 16, 2008 20:02:32 GMT -5
*Eden giggles softly, even as her eyes narrow. Center mass. She could do that. She aimed the wheel carefully, the tires grating against the pavement. Content with her line up, she squealed happily.*
"Hit it!"
*She gripped the wheel hard, anticipating the impact.*
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 20:17:06 GMT -5
This car is a hundred percent death proof. Only to get the benefit of it, honey, you REALLY need to be sitting in my seat.
"Sir, yes sir!"
*War gave Eden a quick salute with his bottle as he floored the gas, the car lurching forward rapidly and barreling right towards the crowd. Giving a shout of excitement War grinned and threw back his bottle trying to chase away the dizziness caused by what was obviously bad booze away using his good booze.*
Don't know what Brandi's problem is... this parenting thing is easy... oh shit... that fat one's going to make a mess on the windshield....
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:24:00 GMT -5
*Eden gripped the wheel tighter, as if she could rev the engine herself. She liked this feeling, this power. Absolute. She’d like some more of that. She steered the coupe straight into the crowd, the grill coming hard into contact with soft tissue and bone. Eden squealed delightedly, but kept her grip this time. Blood and entrails spattered delectably against the windshield and the bodies made wonderful bumps as they rode over them.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:24:04 GMT -5
“Spot on!”
*War jostled in his seat as the wheels rolled over a body, the unharmed pedestrians scattering in every direction. Braking he looked back over his shoulder to see the arm of one of Eden’s victims raise slowly, blood dripping from the fingertips.*
“Uh oh… looks like that one’s still kicking…”
*Shifting the car into reverse he chides her.*
“The judges will penalize you if he continues breathing…”
*War’s voice drops into a conspiratory whisper.*
“Ready to go backwards?”
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:24:36 GMT -5
“Most definitely, Mister.”
*Eden squinted as she tried to look behind her and over his seat. She tested the wheel again, it was different going backwards. She frowned hard in concentration.*
“Go go go!” *She shouted happily.*
*She wasn’t about to be penalized for anything. Especially something she could rectify so easily.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:24:39 GMT -5
“Sir! Yes sir! Initiating reverse direction….. now!”
*He grinned and gunned the engine causing the car to peel out and lurch backwards. The rear bumper impacts with the woman’s shoulder as she tried to rise up from the ground. Again the wheels bounce over their victim and Eden catches a little air before landing back on War’s lap. As the car clears the gory puddle War eases it to a stop.*
“Damn fine work there… I’d say you’re sittin pretty at fifty four points. A new record.”
*He winked down at her and shifted the car back into drive.*
“Now… we can keep playing on the way to replace that sammich of yours… now keep on the streets and head towards the tower.”
*He motions towards the Eiffel Tower with his bottle of booze.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:25:27 GMT -5
*Eden squeaked in delight and refocused; her small eyes bright as they narrowed. She hunched over as if it would make the car go faster as she pointed the vehicle in the direction he pointed.*
“I’m ready! Let’s go already!”
*She bounced up and down on his lap eagerly.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:25:29 GMT -5
**A FEW MINUTES LATER**
*A very bloody coupe blasts its way through the front gate of a well to do estate. Loud punkabilly music blares as the engine revs urging the car directly towards the large bay window of the family room. The two blonde occupants of the drivers seat both yell the same word as the car launches itself through the glass and wood.*
“INCOMING!!!!”
*War slams on the brakes as the front tires touch down on the floor, catching a rather portly blue blood under the front bumper and pinning him there. He reaches through the widow and opens the drivers side door lifting the young girl from his lap and helping her to the floor.*
“And the crowd goes wild as the home team scores again in overtime… bring the final tally to two hundred and seventy five!”
*War steps out of the car and pulls a shiny automatic pistol from behind his back, putting a single round in the twitching man’s head. He turns and points the firearm at the nervous family and servants huddling at one end of the room.*
“Ok Crowd… go wild.”
*He waves the gun in their general direction until a very timid and frightened cheer is offered up.*
“Right… this here little girl needs some food. So if you’ll kindly point us to the f***in kitchen.”
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:26:00 GMT -5
*Eden’s smile dampened as he shot the guy that was under the car. She just stood, blinking. Then the biggest grin washed over her face and she bounded to his side, tugging on his tight white t-shirt as she followed him and some very frightened people to a respectable kitchen.*
“When can I have one of [i[those[/i]?”
*She whispered, her eyes sparkling at his pistol. A car was one thing. Effective for sure, but that….that was just neat.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:26:03 GMT -5
“When you hands are big enough to hold it, Tiny Terror…”
*He held one of his hands up to her little one allowing her to compare the sizes. His other held the pistol on the nervous huddle mass of people.*
“Right… now… fix something nice and healthy for a growing…”
*He looks down at Eden with a quizzical look on his face. How was he to know these things.*
“How old are you anyway?”
*Without waiting for an answer the family’s staff get to work pulling pots and pans down from their places and get the stove going.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:26:48 GMT -5
*Eden shrugged.*
“Few days I guess.”
*She bit her lip and looked around the room idly while the people worked. This part was a lot more boring. She kind of wanted to get back in the car. She rocked on her toes.*
“So…when will that be?”
*She looked longingly at the gun.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:26:50 GMT -5
*War shrugged and scrunched up his nose.*
“Hmmm ‘ell if I know kiddo… I’ve ne’er paid much attention to the growth cycle of humans. They send their boys off to trainin at round eight in Sparta… but you could proly hold a gun before then. Especially if we get you a wee little one. Thirty eight or twenty two or…. Hey! Where you going?”
*War put a single round into the leg of what appeared to be the lady of the house, the shin bone shattering and crumpling under her weight. She had been edging her way towards the door into the hall. He trained the gun back on the rest of the family causing them to flinch and stop in their rush to help the downed matron.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:27:29 GMT -5
*Eden’s eyes widened, unable to focus on anything else. It wasn’t so much that she was overly fixated; just that she was so small that she could only really hold one thought at a time. And right now, it was deeply set on the polished pistol.*
“So…like…tomorrow?”
*After all, that would be a huge chunk of her life that she’d have to wait.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:27:33 GMT -5
*War shrugged and reached for his bottle… which he had left in the car. Damn corporeal distances.*
“When tomorrow gets here we’ll check… now do me a favor… go get my bottle from the car. And check Mr. Hole in the Head for any shiny bits.”
*He turned back towards the family waving the gun to punctuate his sentences.*
“You rich folk have such neat stuff.”
*He frowned at their whimper.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:28:10 GMT -5
“I’m on it!”
*Eden smiled and scampered back to the car. Within seconds she was arm-deep in brain and skull, digging around. Then she remembered his bottle. Not wiping her hands, she crawled up into the cab, retrieving it. Then she was back on the man, digging around, trying to fit her tiny fist in the conveniently-sized hole left in the man’s skull. Eventually she made it back to War’s side, her hand leaving blood and brain matter on his shirt where she tugged at it.*
“Like this, Mister?”
*One hand held the bottle and in the other was a chunk of metal.*
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