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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Oct 17, 2010 21:28:41 GMT
"Stupid bike!" Suzie screamed, kicking the offending vehicle. Somehow it had managed to break down outside a graveyard. How was it broken anyway? Suzie was messing around with the engine, various components and bits lying on the floor beside her. Her hands (and some of her hair) covered in engine oil, there was a smudge over her goggles as well (which she'd put on to keep oil out of her eyes).
Suzie got up from under her motorcycle, kicked it again, hurt her foot and looked around. There was a small road next to her, at the moment Suzie had no choice but to hold her thumb out and wait for someone to stop by with a toolkit.
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Post by Marcel Labat on Oct 17, 2010 23:32:05 GMT
Marcel was walking around the gravestones, leaving with a dead bouquet of flowers from a grave. He opened the gate, closed it again, and began to walk, when he noticed a woman with a motorcycle in apparent need. Being the man that he was, he walked towards her.
"You seem to be in need of assistance." Marcel said, his French accent prominent. He glanced at her bike, "Do you want help?"
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Oct 18, 2010 19:14:50 GMT
"You seem to be in need of assistance." Suzie whipped her head up and looked behind her, a young man was standing there. "Do you want help?"Suzie smiled, he was French, that was a very good thing."Yeah," She grinned "Wouldn't mind some help,"
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Post by Marcel Labat on Oct 18, 2010 21:57:47 GMT
"What do you need?" Marcel asked as he walked closer, "An extra set of hands? Tools? Parts?" He glanced down the street a bit towards his bike. He had some tools with him, and he could get them if she needed them.
"By the way, nice to see a Scottish woman." He said, "I see I'm not the only one out of their element here."
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Oct 19, 2010 13:08:08 GMT
Robin's Dominator tore down the highway. He pulled off the four lane road onto to a small dirt road, a short-cut he had found years ago that leads into London. It also took him by a small cometary he used to spend his time as a child.
As he rounded the corner he saw a pretty red haired girl and a young man on the ground fidgeting with a bike. Almost intentionally he speeds past them, kicking some mud up onto them, and stops his bike a few feet farther away. He pulls his helmet off and locked it inside the bike's seat, not even giving the others another look.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Oct 19, 2010 21:10:34 GMT
"Well I think at the moment all I need is a-"
Something breezed past her, well "breezed" is the wrong word as it coughed up lots of dust, and a bit of mud onto her. Suzie stayed still for a second and then looked at the boy behind her.
"What the Hell!?" She cried, rubbing mud off of her face "What the actual Hell?" She stomped up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Do you have any idea how long it'll take to get this out of my hair?"
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Post by Marcel Labat on Oct 19, 2010 21:48:32 GMT
Marcel rose and walked to join the woman, but didn't speak up. He was just there in case he was needed.
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Oct 19, 2010 22:05:59 GMT
Robin halts for a second and looks back at the redhead. He gives a look as if she wasn't there, like she was made of glass. He turns back towards the graveyard and continues walking while he adjust the straps of his back pack.
He makes his way to a large white tomb near the entrance and settles down on it. From his sack he removes a small plastic container with a sandwich and an apple.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Oct 19, 2010 22:27:21 GMT
Suzie growled something very unladylike under her breath and walked over to where the very rude gentleman was nomming away on his lunch.
"Hey! Jerkass!" She called "I think you owe me and ... and ... I didn't catch your name," She turned around to Marcel "Sorry ..."
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Post by Marcel Labat on Oct 19, 2010 22:30:16 GMT
Marcel followed her, "Marcel, Marcel Labat. And you would be?" He then cast his look to the man, "You owe the lady, at the least, an apology."
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Oct 20, 2010 9:50:14 GMT
Robin ignored them and continued slicing his apple into wedges. He hadn't come to play, all he wanted was to each his lunch in peace.
It was so rare for him to be in the company of totally dead people lately.....
He sighed and turned his back to the Frenchmen and the red headed Scott.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Oct 20, 2010 21:04:31 GMT
[OOC: I won't be here for two weeks, you guys feel free to keep playing]
Suzie seethed with fury and walked back to her bike, she'd just have to fix it herself!
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Post by Marcel Labat on Oct 21, 2010 0:19:58 GMT
Marcel turned as the woman left, without even giving her name when he asked her. He looked back at the man eating, and feeling an uneasy feeling coming from this man, he rushed after her, to at least help her with her bike, if nothing else.
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Post by Robin Jarvis on Oct 21, 2010 9:41:42 GMT
Robin barely noticed them leaving. He finished his apple and set his sandwich to the side for later. He rose from the tomb he was sitting on and made his way into the old cemetery.
It had been a while since he had come here. As a young boy whenever his father left on long business trips, he disappear for hours at a time from his mother's grasp into the surrounding areas of their little house on edge of London.
He had found this quiet place. This 'safe haven' as he called it. He knew all the names on the stones by heart. As he walked through the rows he let his fingers run across the worn engravings.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on Nov 5, 2010 1:34:15 GMT
Suzie made her way back to her bike murmuring obscenities under her breath. She glanced at Marcel.
"So, how can you help fix thi-" She stopped and looked up "Did you hear that?"
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