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Everything was back on track and the painstaking process of planning a wedding had started. Sophia was surprised at how much Buster had actually committed to the process even though she knew he was ready to blow his brains out most days. Weddings were for the brides to feel pretty and have the whole world centered around them for one day. A small prize before they became moms and their world revolved around screaming toddlers. Though Sophia didn't intend of having kids any time soon or maybe ever and she was sure Buster didn't mind. [break][break]
Maybe in a couple of years, they would be ready but for now, she was just enjoying being happy for the first time in her life. After spending the morning looking at invitations for some unknown reason that Lulu insisted on. Not like they were gonna have a load of family besides the fools there and that was a simple text message. Her next appointment was to go look at the dishes and crystal that would be serving the guests and at this point she was hoping to get hit by a car.[break][break]
Sophia would've been happy to just put out plastic cups and paper plates. Or at least that's what she told Lulu and secretly kept to herself fantasies about princess-like weddings. The plan was to meet Buster at the shop Lulu picked out then head to a late lunch and maybe even go out for a few drinks. She knew once the Fools needed to start making a name for themselves they would be super busy with club business and less time for them to be alone. That was the best time with buster when he didn't have to put on some heartless bad boy routine. Neither of them had to be super guarded around each other. Heading down the sidewalk she took a detour through a alley to hopefully make the trip faster.
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Oliva grew tired of the mundane routine of calling meetings and overseeing the ever growing heap of fucking messes her agents were causing. There were good times where she could never imagine how GADEM could fail their cause and then there were the bad times where everything slowly turned to shit. When she got to the office the day before she put in a notice and took off, she left her meetings open for a hopeless reschedule and opted to spend the day far from her duties, to some degree at least. Relaxing wasn’t something she was used to, it was hardly a word she considered a part of her vocabulary but she thought she’d spend the anniversary of her daughter’s death doing something better than board meetings.
Her eyes narrowed at the nostalgic feeling of something familiar at the sight of a dark haired girl slowly making her way along the sidewalk. It took a near full second for Olivia to place the face to a name, Sophia Cromer. She recognized the dark hair and sharp features in an instant, Olivia’s fingers danced over the cold metal of her firearm tucked into a holster under the warm fabric of her coat. A sigh left her lips and a grin tainted her features. Olivia hardly expected to be working on her day off, she didn’t mind either.
Her entire existence was plagued by the image of her little girl dying in her arms, doing something else than drowning in the sadness of her loss was absolute bliss. Olivia found herself smiling at the sight of Sophia darting into a quiet alleyway, she set down the coffee she bought two blocks down and darted across the street before slipping inside the alley after the mutant. Her gun slipped out of the holster with ease, she already had a steady aim on Sophia’s head when she spoke out.
“Well, I’ll just tick this off as my lucky day”, Olivia felt her face wash over in a brutal seriousness she’d come to known. “Let’s set some rules mutt, you make a move you lose your head. Simple enough for even a fucking fool to understand”, Olivia felt the corner of her lips tilt into a happy grin before rolling her shoulders into a shrug.
“Actually, let’s bend ‘em a little”, Olivia pulled the trigger, she didn’t care if it attracted attention or not. There was a fake FBI badge tucked into her inner pocket for aid and she’d be able to drag Sophia to her car across the street with a simple authoritative gesture.
“Wouldn’t want you using that nasty little party trick of yours”, Olivia watched the bullet rip into the flesh of the girl's shoulder, her hope was that the wound would transition even if she shifted into her other form. Olivia’s feet carried her to Sophia'’s side with haste. She pressed the cold barrel of the gun into the girl’s side and whispered in a dark tone of voice, “there’s not a plan B this time, no escape”.
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Walking down the alley she pulled her phone and dialed buster's number before putting it to her ear. "Hey, babe On the way there just taking a shortcut through an alley across the road." She spoke when he answered and a smirk tugged at her lips when he made some crack about her obsession with alleys. Though when she heard a voice behind her she froze and listened. Whoever it was knew she was a mutant which left a sinking pit in her stomach. "Look I swear I have my rabies license somewhere." Her bitter tone spat out as she shoved the phone in her pocket during the still active call.[break][break]
Buster would be able to hear what as going on and after a moment a gunshot rang in the air. The bullet hit her shoulder and she screamed in pain hitting the ground as the blood started to soak into the leather jacket on her shoulders. That really took her chances of a quick getaway down because now she wouldn't be able to shift. She heard the woman getting closer and suddenly there was the cold metal of a gun digging into her side. "This is cruelty to animals your fucking psycho. I'm calling PETA."[break][break]
In hindsight, her joke probably wasn't funny but it was her best retort right now in her situation. "Why can't you fucking people just leave us alone. We aren't fucking hurting anyone and we just wanna live out our damn lives. I guess I should thank you since you got me out of the tedious chore of picking out plates for my wedding." Sophia laughed a bit trying to take her mind off the searing hot pain in her shoulder. Her eyes darted around as she tried to figure out her options of escape here.
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Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jun 29, 2018 17:44:10 GMT
GREASED LIGHTNING
Buster was on the phone with Sophia when it all came tumbling down. One second she was talking about wedding planning and la-de-fucking-bullshit! The next minute there was a silence in his ear.
A long enough pause at least to get his attention. "Hey! Am I boring you?!?" His ego was insulted. Even though he was the one not listening. He was casually leaning on a counter and staring at some snot-nosed little weasel in the glassware store. The kid was picking his nose and rubbing the buggies under the low counters. He was about six so he had to reach above his head to accomplish it.
Buster grinned a moment as he continued watching the display of snotty vandalism. 'Ain't buying shit from this nasty ass place.' He thought. Buster. He sat up from his slouching position. "Hey! You there?" Then he heard the gunshot. Buster's mind went blank. Eyes widening as she sped out the door. The gust of wind and the door ripping open seemingly by it self caused the kid to jump and knock over some expensive plates his mother would have to pay for.
Buster was across the street and down that special alley Sophia mentioned. He knew what she was talking about vaguely, but it wasn't hard to find. What he saw sent his blood boiling. He was moving at superspeed. Faster than anyone could even see or react too.. Blinding speed. He was just a skinny black and white blur. The black of his fool's jacket and the white undershirt bled in the air like a hollo mirage.... Just a few blurry lines dancing in the air when he stopped moving for a second.
Buster ran towards The woman pressing a fucking gun into his fiance's side and grabbed her. Barring his teeth he did all he could not to rip her fucking head off Buster shoved her back. Olivia went flying in slow motion. Her hair twisting back a micrometer at a time. Her expression was still twsited in a sneering grin as her face hadn't had time to change yet as she sailed back over a dumpster in slow motion. Buster turned his head back to Sophia.
She was on the ground bleeding. Buster leaned over quickly and kissed her forehead. It was just a shoulder wound. Buster was well aware of her fast healing, but it didn't mean it didn't fucking bother him. He was still holding his phone in his hand. The call was still on. Buster looked at the phone lying next to Sophia on the ground. The call read "Shitface." He raised an eyebrow as he stared at a picture of his own face on her phone. The call duration 3:23.... Buster grabbed the phone and gently slipped it back into her jacket pocket. He had blown the phone out of her pocket in a gust of wind as he arrived on the fucking scene.
Buster was about to exit. He turned back to Oliva who had only moved a fraction of an inch from her last position. She was a few inches off the ground and traveling upward in an arch. The force at which he shoved her could be felt, even in this form of statsis, though her sneering grin hadn't changed yet. Maybe a micro-movement of a facial muscle, but Buster could stretch a second out for an out if he was really moving.
Grabbing Sophia carefully he scooped her into his arms and began to run with her. He was turning his head left and right looking for a car that wasn't jammed the fuck up in traffic. He spotted a Silver Acura turning down an empty street. He ran up to it and Opened the back door. The car itself was frozen, only traveling at microfractions of distance as the world around him crawled to his sickeningly quick pace. Buster set Sophia in the backseat after getting a good look at the guy's face. He took his wallet out of the cup holder and stole his ID.....Crawling in beside Sophia and sitting in the backseat Buster looked at the guy's name. "Wesley Spencer?" He said aloud. No one could hear him. His voice was at super speed too. It was inconceivable to the human ear..
Buster tucked the ID into his jacket pocket. "Take care of my wife asshole... Or I'll fucking make you pay." Buster leaned into the front seat and programmed the guy's gps to the nearest hospital. The smartcar's screen flipping through menu's at impossible speeds as he pressed in the directions. Buster Stuck $300 in the guy's hand grasping the steering wheel.... And then climbed over the consol seperating the front and back seat. He opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car before it had even slighlty moved more than a few micrometers. He glared at the driver distrustfully, but sadly he didn't have alot of choices.
He recognized that snug bitch.... When he was taken by GADEM and taken down into the labs he had seen her face on a computer screen. He had seen her name too. Lidia or some shit like that. Buster ran back to the alley where the bitch was. She was just higher than the trash can now and still moving upwards and backward through the air. Her hair fine spaghetti noodles of chaos against the sky behind her. Buster walked around her quickly, For him it was slow, but it was quick. Moving at high speeds and watching everything as it came in front of his two brown furious eyes.
Buster grabbed her and began to run. He ran and ran and ran... His arm wrapped around ther slender waist and he had his other arms under her legs. It sickened him to carry her this way. The same way he would carry Sophia over the threshold of their apartment after they got married. But he wanted to get her as far away from Sophia as possible. That place would be Mexico, right at the Mexican boarder. Buster took Olivia INTO Mexico and set her down by a couple of boarder patrol guards with a couple of german shepards on leeshes.
"Smug bitch." He spat as he walked around her..... He circled her like an angry shark. Buster grabbed the weed from his pocket and slipped it inside her bra... He coped a feel by mistake as his had slipped in, but the pot was there... Nestled in it's hidden place where the dogs were sure to smell it. He took the gun from her hand. Her expression was changed now. It was still a sneer but now resemlbing mild surprise. "Won't need that." He said. Taking the gun. He took the clip from the gun and emptied it on the ground. Using his thumb he flicked each bullet out of the clip. FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK FLICK. CHICK CHOCK! And the one in the chamber.
Buster slipped the empty clip back into the empty gun and stuck it back in her hand. He Zipped away into Mexico. Not really needing too but unable to help himself the cocky asshole had a sneering grin on his own face now as he zipped down the isles of a few Mexican stores. He grabbed what he needed and was out before anyone even know the little blur was there. Buster ran back to Olivia and put a sombrero on her head and slapped a fake mustach on her thick and beautiful and rugged. He slipped the poncho on first though, because the look wouldn't have been complete without the poncho. He took her arm holding the gun and aimed it at one of the boarder patrol officer's heads. And then he took her fake FBI ID Then he gave her the finger. "Adios muchacha puta." (See ya later bitch girl)
And he zipped back off to New York.... Before his muscles burned and ached and he had to slow down. He came crashing into a brick wall and that stopped him flat. Nothing broken. Hurt like fuck, but he wasn't going that fast when he crashed. He was already almost human speed. "AHHHHH! FUCK!" Buster was panting. Remaining superspeed for more than 10 minutes straight was a strain... And it was enough to give him a crap in his thighs. He'd have to walk to the hospital. He pulled out his cell phone as the world around him resumed it's normal everyday speed. The sounds of New York loud and obnoxious against his ears. He looked at his phone. The call duration said 3:23...."Babe you there? Put the driver on the phone....."
Post by Wesley Spencer on Jun 30, 2018 18:17:20 GMT
Wesley Spencer
Wesley wasn't sure how, but one second he was minding his own fucking business... The next there was a gunshot victim in his backseat. He swerved and almost hit a curb when suddenly there was a moaning groaning voice in his backseat. "WHo the fuck are you lady?!?" He asked.
"Oh shit are you bleeding? Hey uh... Could you do me a favor and move my sneakers they're..... Nevermind." He said annoyed. He was going to say they were $200 Jordans, but what the hell right?!? "How the fuck did you get in my car?" He asked trying to come back to his senses. "Take the next right on Halifax Ave..." The GPS informed. What the hell?
Wesley turned to the GPS which hadn't even been on and saw that the destination was a hospital. Well....No shit, but how did it happen? He adjusted the rear view mirror. He wanted to keep an eye on his mysterious brunette friend. He didn't give a shit that she was attractive. He only cared that she was messing up his things and seriously inconveniencing his day.
"Okay...Here's the deal.. I'll take you to the hospital and take you inside, that's it. I don't know got in my...." He was cut off by Buster's voice on speakerphone. "Hey asshole.... Shut up for a second. You have in your car someone very special to me. Take her to the hospital right now and your life will be fucking peaches and roses. Take her anywhere else and I'll break you fucking skull... We clear Wesley?" Wesley looked around and came to a stop.
His eyes were narrowed as he glared at Sophia. He didn't know who these fucking people were but they were starting to piss him off. He was on his way to take this car to a chop shop. It wasn't even his....Now he had this bitch in the backseat bleeding on the leather and making it useless. He grunted and turned on Halifax.... "This is bullshit.." He grumbled, but he wasn't doing it out of fear but out of morals. He wasn't raised an asshole. He wouldn't just let the chick die.
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Within fractions of seconds, things had changed and her scenery was different. Instead of bleeding on the ground in an alley with a gun painfully dug into her side. Sophia was now in the backseat of some assholes car and Buster was nowhere to be seen. God, sometimes she hated that he could just zip around like that and he had used it too much when they would argue. One moment shes pissed as hell and the next she would be holding gifts and looking at the smug cute face. forgiving him for whatever dick thing he did to her within moments. [break][break]
Her eyes fell on the driver who was Demanding her name and she just ignored him and found a t-shirt to pressed to her wound. "No, I'm not bleeding. I have a can of tomato sauce leaking in my jacket." The guy went on giving her some lecture about her ride to the hospital and she just ignored him for the pain she felt. Hearing Buster's voice she pulled out her phone and looked down at the active call. "Yeah, I'm here. Just kinda bleeding in the back seat with grumpy the worlds worst uber."[break][break]
Sophia's tone was snarky and bitter as she held the phone up for the driver to hear. When Buster stopped talking she pulled the phone to her lips. "Not to be critical but hurry up and get back. Lulu will be mad if we don't pick out plates..." Sophia spoke into the phone and after a moment she passed out in the back seat. Quite a bit of blood was soaking into the upholstery and it left her weak and light headed. When Wesley got to the hospital doctors and nurses came out and got her on a stretcher wheeling her inside.[break][break]
She was taken to the back and worked on for a little less than an hour as they stabilized the wound and gave her a blood transfusion. when she woke up she found herself in a hospital room with Grumpy staring at her from a seat at the end of the bed. "You know. I was shot so you could show a bit more emotion grouchy." She coughed out a bit before grabbing a glass of water on the table beside her. "Did buster get here? Why are you even still here? I thought you would ditch by now." Sophia was probably the most talkitive gunshot victim on the planet. Her body had already started healing and she would be fine in a day or two.
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Post by Buster Fleetfoot on Jul 2, 2018 20:56:38 GMT
GREASED LIGHTNING
Buster hated having to walk. It was bullshit, but running for so long for so far he had to slow his role a bit. Otherwise, he risked his heart exploding. And he was kind of used to it being in his chest. It was embarrassing. Walking around like a common man. Buster gasped for breath and walked out of the alley with his hands on his hips.
Some asshole looked at him like he was a jackass. "The fuck you looking at? You like your teeth? Want to keep them? That's right keep moving old man. You better scoot away!" Buster shouted after an old man in a motorized wheelchair. He was annoyed. He didn't give a shit. Everyone and anyone would feel his wrath if he didn't get to that damned hospital soon.
He was actually worried about Sophia. She should be at the hospital soon and he had to walk to get there. More importantly, His phone battery died. He no longer had a direct tie to Sophia. Asshole boy could have taken her back to his place for a little nonconsensual. Buster grinded his teeth. For being a criminal and an asshole he had a surprising lack of trust when it came to the good nature of other people. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
He saw a bus heading in the direction of the hospital and he began to run. "Hey! wait up! The bus did not. Buster watched some little fat kid sitting in the back laugh and give him the finger. He was so focused on the little bastard kid that he didn't see his foot slip into a storm drain. He managed to not break his ankle, but he definatly twisted it....
That and the fucking storm drain ate his converse allstar. It was specially crafted to not catch fire when he ran. Yes, he requested they were made of fire resistant materials. "Fuck!" Buster leaned down to look into the storm drain and stuck his hand in a pile of dog shit. He turned his head to it slowly... As if looking slowly would somehow change his sticky fate. Buster groaned. He was still blocks away.
He wiped his hands on the ground and growled at everyone who even dared look at him. He was mad and limping. He smelled like shit. When he finally did get to the hospital Sophia was already there, being treated. Buster had to tangle with a nurse who had too much sass for her own good. He argued with her that his fiance had been shot and he should be allowed to go back.
She insisted that he had to fill out a phonebooks worth of paper work and wait in the lobby. It was policy for the police to be called for gunshot treatments. THe paperwork was meant to keep Buster busy. Buster knew this game. He agreed to do the paper work and when she wasn't looking he slipped into the back anyways. It took him fucking ages but he found Sophia's room. He saw good old Wesley.
"Hey! You made it! Get the fuck out! Now!" Wesley got defensive of Sophia. Almost protective of the her in a strange way. Putting himself between Buster and her. Buster looked like a crazy person. He had hair that looked like it he stuck his finger in the light socket. He smelled like shit and he was missing a shoe.
"Hey, fuck off asshole. Don't make me ask twice." Wesley said and his hands began to glow a bright orange and radiate a heat the could be felt clear across the room. Wesley wasn't backing down. Buster cracked his neck. He was intenting to make him ask twice.... 'Oh please ask twice asshole.' He thought with a grin.
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Seems that she didn't really need this strang man to answer the questions. Buster came in the door looking like something a dog would roll in on the side of the road. He smelled horrible and his hair looked like ass. It all made her smirk and she watched as this new guy stepped between them. "What happened to you? Get in a fight with an electrified pile of shit?" Sophia spoke as she watched them start to measure their dick size. "Okay, boys no need to get all pissy. Buster, you should really thank this guy for taking care of me."[break][break]
The tone she spoke it was serious as she carefully shifted herself to sit up. The mechanical hospital bed was a tremendous help and she let her gaze move to the stranger."What is your name by the way? Don't worry about him his hair gel must've run out." She was calling his attention to her instead of Buster because she didn't feel like watching a fight. After being shot she wasn't really in the mood for foreplay. It was a typical game she liked to play just to get him jealous and the sex after was always amazing. [break][break]
Then again now that she got shot she was gonna have to sit in that god damn bed for another few weeks. The wedding was never gonna get planned and the rate she was going her wedding gown was gonna be a hospital gown. All of it was so frustrating and she just let a sigh escape her lips. "Thanks for bringing me to the hospital. You could've just dumped me out on the road but that was very noble. Hey, maybe we should bring him back as a prospect." Sophia mentioned as she looked over at Buster. "After all that car was stolen. Right? I saw the hotwire job you did."
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Post by Wesley Spencer on Jul 8, 2018 16:45:09 GMT
Wesley Spencer
Wesley stood breathing heavy. The air around them was thick and toxic. Something about this skinny fuck didn't sit well with him. Maybe it was the smug look on his face, or the damn way he burst in the door and started ordering people around like an escaped mental patient. Wesley watched him a moment longer until the tension was broken by the girl.
He turned around. Reactively his hand stopped glowing and the heat in the room lowered a few degrees. There was a thin line of sweat dripping down the center of his back from the rising hit. Steam poured off his body like a mystic cloud. Wesley's face was confused. 'Prospect?' What the hell was she talking about. Then she mentioned the screwdriver sticking out of his ignition.
He had completely forgot about it. Swept up in this notion of doing the right thing like a studip fuck. Damn. He remembered being outside and arguing with a cop about not being able to park in a no parking zone. He had given the guy the finger and now Wesley was concerned about how long it'd take the tow truck driver to spot the stolen nature of his ride. "Uh... I didn't steal it.... I lost my key."
He rubbed at the back of his neck. Even he didn't buy that bullshit. He was getting nervous and shifty. Suddenly he wanted to be anywhere besides this fucking hospital room. That and the crazy haired asshole kept staring at him. Wesley shot him a look. "You got a fucking problem man?" Buster had already smoothed down his hair with the come he kept in his pocket. He was smriking at Wesley. "Nope. No fucking problems at all. So you broke out your fisher price set and boosted a car? That's cute. You dropped this buy the way."
Buster tossed the screwdriver in question at his feet. Crossing his arms Buster leaned on the doorway. He was chewing some bubble gum and looking around Wesley at Sophia. "Yeah we might introduce him to Lulu. Sure she'd love to get her hands on a shiny new prospect." Wesley had enough. "What fucking prospect?!?" He blurted out. Just then a doctor came in the room. "Ms...Fleetfoot?"
Wesley chuckled. 'What kind of fucking name is Fleetfoot?' Buster's smrik faded, though he still chewed his gum and ided the guy who whe supposed he owed an thank you too. "She's resting doc. Come back." Buster shoved the guy out of the door and closed it. Looking back at Sophia he knew she had to get out of here before the police came to question about the gunshot. He wasn't getting married to her in prison. That wasn't how their story started.
