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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 8, 2011 1:34:00 GMT -5
Her grave was just getting deeper and deeper with every word that left Melanie's lips. She sounded firm, unmovable, utterly powerful. And she had every right to be, since she was the one on the front end of the bike. Crisis could only take it sitting down, literally, as Melanie saw clear through her white lie.
"Geeze, yer so nit picky," she retorted with a sarcastic snort. So a lie wasn't enough for the girl, huh. She leaned back and lowered her eyes toward Melanie. Crisis obviously wasn't pleased, but not quite to the stage of annoyed yet either. Simply--dissatisfied was the word. Not with Melanie, though, but with her own damned luck. She just had to ask for a ride from someone who seemed far too ninja-like to be a normal person.
So she sat back up straight in the seat and stared dead ahead at Melanie. Her hands now free, she stuffed them into her pockets and let her legs dangle off the bike. Now, what could she do here? Melanie wanted the truth, but realistically, the truth wasn't an option. Or was it? Crisis sucked in an irked breath and then let loose with more sarcasm then a bad comedian. "Ya really wanna know, huh. Well suit yerself--" she paused and heaved a heavy shrug. "--I've gotta plug in the back of my neck 'n electric signals bug me, kay? Wanna hear the story behind how I got it? It's pretty bad ass."
Along with her obvious lie, she'd pulled her hands from her pockets and gestured with them to exemplify the sarcasm. Her eyes stared flat at Melanie with the same eyes that lied, but this time they spoke the rare truth (though with the hopes that it would be perceived as a lie). Plan A was that Melanie would take it as another lie, drop the subject, and then be back on their way on the bike. Plan B was that Crisis' bad joke would throw Melanie over the edge and Melanie would throw Crisis off the bike. Lastly, plan C was that Melanie takes her seriously, Crisis makes a dashing escape therefore, and then she slips into the shadows and disappears off the face of the earth for two months until she thinks the coast is clear. Only time would tell which plan would go into action.
ooc: You're welcome c;! 'n it's ok, sorry my last post wasn't much to go off of huh D;
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 8, 2011 13:58:40 GMT -5
Melanie ignored Crisis' sarcastic snort and just simply raised an eyebrow. She remained silent until she heard Crisis' answer to her question. A plug? Well the only people that Melanie could think of doing such a horrific and low thing was the school. Melanie laughed softly couldn't believe her own luck. Another experiment, well if Melanie was going to take someone along with her it might as well be another experiment right? At least another experiment would understand where she came from and how she came to be on the run constantly. Melanie shook her head. "Just my luck another experiment." She mumbled under her breathe.
Well since Crisis spilled her beans about the chip Melanie might as well spill her beans about the whole wings thing right? It seemed only fair. Melanie then thought about the last sentence she said. To another experiment she sounded just like an eraser. Melanie cleared her throat hoping that she didn't scare Crisis too bad already.
Melanie turned her torso back around so her back was facing Crisis once again then in one swift motion she let her jacket drop off her shoulders revealing the folded and contorted pair of wings on her back. Without thinking Melanie let her wings slump and hang off the motorcycle not quite stretched to their full length but just enough to get the picture that they were extremely large. The upper halves of her wings were an off white shade of feathers that slowly transitioned into the black smoky splotches near the tips and edges of the pair of wings. Still leaving her wings out and extended to the ground Melanie twisted her torso around to face Crisis again. "So what is your story?" She asked calmly.
Melanie wasn't concerned about anyone spotting them out here on the Italian countryside and if Crisis did appear that she was going to bolt she would let her go. No experiment of the school would rat out other experiments on the run. So the dilemma was in Crisis' hands now. Would she run and leave Melanie to continue on alone or would Melanie have to steal a more comfortable ride for two?
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 8, 2011 18:32:19 GMT -5
Another experiment, she says? At first, Crisis was genuinely confused. Despite having been used as a lab rat and seen other experiments being treated even worse, well, there wasn't much that could leave any experiment speechless. Ah, but except for themselves, of course. But her brief moment of surprise was quickly brushed away as if it'd never been there. What an unlikely situation. She just happened to land right in the lap of an experiment.
Crisis slouched in the seat and put on her uninterested expression again. Said expression only changed when Melanie turned around and quite literally brandished her wings in Crisis' face. It wasn't shock that was on her face, though, more of irritation, again. "Whoa, hey! Ya gotta passenger back here!" she snapped. She raised her hands up in defense, though the off-white feathers barely brushed by her. Well, at least Melanie was sure to not smack Crisis needlessly in the face with them. They were huge. Crisis certainly couldn't beat a show like that. Again in defeat, she let out a huff and slouched back into the seat of the motorcycle. Looks like she was going to keep her place after all.
She ran her fingers through her white mess of hair and pulled back the strands. So Melanie was an experiment as well. An avian experiment, to be precise. "The usual sob story--" she replied toward her question, "--Woke up in the school, treated me like a lab rat, I escaped, end of story." For someone who had indeed gone through a version of hell, Crisis sounded oddly calm, as if she wasn't bitter at all. In fact, that wasn't quite wrong. She didn't hate her past, she didn't scorn the school, and she didn't despise her power. It was all done and away with. Why regret? But, that didn't mean she wanted to go back. This, she reminded herself, as she briefly stroked the back of her neck again to brush her fingers over the USB port.
"What's yours," Crisis questioned in return, removing her hand.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 9, 2011 0:49:00 GMT -5
Melanie chuckled at Crisis' comment as her wings hung freely. "Chill i won't hit you off the bike." she said rolling her eyes. Melanie tucked her wings back into place around her spine and shrugged her jacket back on zipping it up after making sure the gun was still in place. Once she got situated once more on the front of the bike she listened to the sad and pathetic short version of Crisis' story. And Crisis' told it with so little emotion, no anger, no scorn, no anything. What was wrong with her? Did Crisis have a different upbringing in the school than the rest of them. For Melanie it was a living hell each day in that school.
Melanie had her hands in her jacket pockets as she heard the question. Her story? It would take too long to fully go into the sadistic upbringing of her own, how she had to take down one eraser to get each of her meals. How they had broken her spirit down so much that she killed without remorse and sometimes enjoyed it extremely, how bad the school had twisted her up mentally. No she wouldn't go into the deep dark secrets and demons of her past with Crisis just yet. Maybe in the future when she actually called Crisis a friend and a loyal companion then she might tell her "sob story" to her but not now, Melanie would not allow a pity party for herself.
"I was born in a test tube certain genes were selected to make me an assassin for hire. The school trained my to kill anyone with simply tools and when I was sold to Britain as a gun for hire I escaped and started running." Melanie said emotionless her hands back on the bike handles her face straight ahead her expression hard as stone. Her whole body was tense looking as if because she told something about herself she needed to run away at once so that the school will not hear her voice on the wind.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 10, 2011 1:02:30 GMT -5
Melanie almost sounded human when she chuckled in response. The key word there was 'almost'. Neither of them were truly human. Despite the fact that Crisis' DNA was 100% human, there were still aspects of her that, well, lessened her humanity. In painful silence, Crisis listened to Melanie's tragic story. She listened intently and respectfully, for once. Crisis may be a jerk, but she wasn't so much an ass as to downplay the horrors of the School. Melanie looked tense, as if just speaking of the School was going to draw it right back to her. Unmoved, Crisis zipped her lips shut, even after Melanie concluded.
She let the silence soak and hang, until finally she opened her mouth to speak. "Well, good thing its over now," she shrugged casually, as if she was confident they would never go back. That's right, she thought optimistically. In retrospect, she and Melanie had oddly similar pasts, but at the same time distinctly different ones. They'd both been born and bred to be assassins. Yet Melanie had made her escape on opportunity. Crisis had only jumped ship when it became clear she wasn't going to survive otherwise. A question lingered in the back of her mind. If they hadn't decided to terminate her, would she, perhaps, still be working under the school? Sharply, Crisis shook her head. No, that would be impossible.
"Well then--" she started to the change the subject, "--ya gonna get movin' or what?" She looked ahead at Melanie and actually brought up the topic to do more then just change the gloomy subject. She really did want to get a move on. Realistically, if they didn't, who knows how long it would take before they hit civilization again? Camping out at the side of the road was not fun, nor was hunting in the wild for food.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 10, 2011 22:21:23 GMT -5
Melanie closed her eyes and wondered at the silence that followed her short explanation. Was Crisis afraid of her now? Well everyone had their opinion about her and if she was terrified then this was the opportunity to jump ship. Then she heard her comment and snickered, it was never over with the school she would be haunted by them for the rest of her life no matter how long or short that would be.
"Well where are we going captain?" Melanie asked sarcastically. "Because I have absolutely nowhere in mind." She revved the engine waiting from a response from Crisis. Melanie honestly could sleep out here in the fields under the cover of darkness or sleep in a tree, but maybe that wouldn't be the best thing now considering she had a tag along. Melanie absently wondered if Crisis was used to sleeping on rocks and in cars or wherever there was room to lay down. Now that she had an extra body Melanie would have to find better places for them to stay and possible stay in areas longer. That idea upset her extremely.
With her foot still out to support them she turned her torso back around to look at Crisis for an answer. She could tell her where to go but Melanie was still going to drive, she stole the bike she would drive it.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 10, 2011 23:46:12 GMT -5
She paused. It was obvious when Crisis was thinking, since she wore a dumb blank stare into empty space. Maybe she'd take back her last thought. Sleeping out in the open wasn't fun, but if it came down to that it would have to do. She made the mental note that she'd slept in worse places. Up in her IQ-enhanced head, she thought back to the tourist map which she'd discarded before. Like a computer, she zoned into their approximate location and then trailed along the imaginary line to the nearest town.
An irritated huff indicated that Crisis hit a mental stump. Despite her sharp memory, she'd forgotten how the map was scaled. Without that, she had no idea how far the three inches between them and the next town was. Oh well, guess that wouldn't matter now. Her eyes clicked back into focus at Melanie. "Oh--d'ya say somethin'?" she asked dumbly. All she caught was something about 'captain' and where they were heading. Blankly, Crisis shrugged, which indicated 'I didn't hear you so I'll just nod'. Guess that meant it was all up to Melanie, then. She set her hands lightly on Melanie's shoulders again, signaling that she was ready to go.
Briefly, Crisis craned her neck up toward the sky. The once blue sky above them was dimming, and the sun was beginning to recede beyond the horizon. A light breeze picked up her white strands and scattered them in the wind. Nothing but fresh air filled her lungs. Hmm, maybe being outside wasn't so bad after all. Or, maybe it was Melanie's presence, the presence of another human being, that suddenly made the once bitter air sweet. Nah, no way. Crisis wasn't that cheesy. She barely let out a chuckle and then looked ahead. "Let's just get going," was all she said.
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