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 Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 2:01 pm
this is a private rp between drake & ketrin
do not post if you are not sauru or latianna
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 10:20 pm
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╣ ☒ D R A K E W A Y N E ☒ ╠
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✚gyarados▐ seventeen✚  ❝ Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
No one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try
I'll be your detonator ❞ The sun tossed the crusts from its eyes and blazed against the painted blue background, white puffs floated past, avoiding the sun's angry glare. Long before the sun had risen, Drake had bolted out of the house, leaving his family to sleep. His school had a raffle for a free ticket, and he won it. Some muttered rigging, and they were correct. Drake had swindled everyone out of their tickets. Somehow. It wasn't that he was a villain, he just wanted the tickets badly. They were to his favorite place:
The amusement park.
Not just a thrill. Long lines, screaming kids, screaming adults, overpriced snacks, and special gazebos for tobacco suckers. A reflection of human society. Filth, whining, and smoke. Still, Drake pursued the trivial affair, after all what was more fun than a day at a theme park? Drake slipped through security. No snacks on me, I'm just a normal patron, he thought as he slipped a candy bar out of his pants pocket. Cargos were the perfect pants for theme parks. They were bags that could go unchecked.
He chewed the bar, and swiped a map, studying the locations of the most popular attractions, bounding for the ones that would be the longest if he didn't get on them now. Luckily, no line had formed yet for the bumper cars, a favorite of Drake's. Unlike real driving, he could run over anybody with little to no penalty. A few people had gathered for the first run, some pairing off with a friend, a driver and a director. Drake shrugged. He didn't' need some nag in his ear while he cruised. The gate opened to the bumper cars and everyone rushed for their favorite color, but Drake just slid into a nearby white one with a huge seven written in thick black lettering.] ❝ Make no apologies
It's Death or Victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded ❞
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:01 pm
 「『 hmmph ! ! you're not worth it . 』 」 With her designer bag swinging from her shoulders, Ket's rhinestone heels grinded around the corner quite theatrically. Now all I need is a James Bond soundtrack blaring and some special effect gun shots behind me, she noted, laughter bubbling out as she remembered her yellow screened sunglasses nestled in place below her ribbon. The 5'4" pseudo-spy was heroically escaping two of her own guards, in high fashion of course. From this alleyway, she would burst out and encounter...an amusement park? A quick glance around before she darted through the thin crowd and snagged a spot in line. Perfect. Sixteen-year old teenage girls were fine going to a fun park. Two suited up men, however...
As Ket slipped through with a few bats of her lashes, she was dismayed to find that the guards had indeed made it in, although they seemed to have lost her at least. Security these days! Her eyes had seconds to scan the crowd as she spun around, seeking the quickest line. There. The bumper cars. Not the best ride, a bit more jerking than she liked, but the limited seating was a good bet. She ducked under the dividers and dove into the first seat available - and then realized it was occupied.
The problem with American cars is that they insist on arranging things the opposite way. She fumed, her eyebrows momentarily creasing. Well, no backing out now. With no time for an introduction, she managed a brief flash of a smile before muttering, "Hi, um, here, drive, quickly. Go! Now!" She strapped herself clumsily, eyes darting to the entrance just as the goons followed her in. A shrieking tone, and the cars were on. 「『 it ' s not me , it ' s you ! ! 』 」
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:41 pm
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✚gyarados▐ seventeen✚  ❝ Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
No one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try
I'll be your detonator ❞ Just as the gate was about to be shut, a wild eyed blonde came bursting through and hopped right next to Drake. He raised an eyebrow, straining his neck to look beyond her. She commanded him. "Geez, where's the fire, girlie?" Beyond her sunny specs, he caught sight of two suits heading for her. They said something about protecting her. Oho, I gotta VIP. The bell signaled the activation of the cars, and Drake sped off without waiting for an answer. Most people had friends next to them, some were closely group couples. One was a girl squeezing to dear life to her boyfriend as he wildly rammed two little kids. Drake's eyes rolled. "Some guy, lemme show ya how it's done, buddy!" Drake rammed into the butt of the couple and shoved them right into a corner, maneuvering the cart to avoid any kickback. The girl squealed in fear, visibly smacking her boyfriend to get them out of the corner. He was sweating bullets. They were stuck.
Drake's familiar smirk curled on his lips as he slid out and drove away, right into a pair of friends, calling behind him. "Hey kids, have some fun!" He shouted to the victims of the couple who rammed excitedly into the cart. The girl cursed and the guy whined. Drake looked back at the girl, the air billowing past his blonde hair, tinged with light blue highlights. The bright yellow bandanna around his neck fluttered as he sped into more people. He hit every car and shoved them all into corners with the exception of the kids. Everyone was cursing him out, shouting from all sides, even a very large and well-dressed pair squeezed into one of these mini cars. He smirked and slid in front of them as the cars powered down.
"Hey, girlie," he looked at the stranger sitting next to him. "These your friends?" Drake sniggered, watching the grown men struggle, the lap bar had pushed down their muscular bodies a bit more than they could take. ❝ Make no apologies
It's Death or Victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded ❞
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 5:12 pm
「『 hmmph ! ! you're not worth it . 』 」 With or without her, it seemed the guy was going to have fun. She kept her lips pursed as she braced herself with her legs pressed against the car, barely registering the background squeals as she busied herself thinking what a field day the guards would have if she managed to unseat herself into their lap. After adjusting her perfunctory impression of him as a punk, she struggled to place him. There was certainly a daredevil look in him, although he dressed smart enough. His driving was loose and careless in a professional manner - she decided immediately it was a lot better to be next to him than on the receiving end. When he flashed his electric eyes at her, she involuntarily felt defensive.
"Friends? Oh yes, we do this all the time, playing tag in amusement parks with suits on, pretending we're James Bond...it helps when you have grown men with you, of course," She gave him the friendly version of her classic roll of cerulean eyes, but didn't push it further. After all, it was no good antagonizing the driver in a penned in all-you-can-crash box. She had kept her tone slightly shy of sarcastic, but now eyed the guards a little nervously, although a giggle did escape at their ridiculous situation. Did she remember to bring her phone? She whipped it out for a quick picture, debated briefly on sending it to Marche but didn't. No need to send him out of his way to come pick her up now that he was busy, "Actually, right now we're in an, um, contest. Feel free to cut all reserves and ram them all you want." Her lightly glossed lips pressed together in an innocuous smile.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 5:36 pm
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✚gyarados▐ seventeen✚ ❝ Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
No one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try
I'll be your detonator ❞ Drake's natural smirk broadened. The guards struggled, vigorously shaking their heads like a baby would a rattle. It was just a motion, not a sign to stop. A cocky chuckle escaped Drake's full lips and he slammed on the gas and drove her "friends" right into the corner. "Bond, huh?" He managed to whirl the guards around and use them as a cue ball and tossed them into the screaming couple, who were just recovering from their trap.
"So, I'm James and you're the special lady he rescues?" Drake chortled, now strolling through the stuck cars and dodging attempted swings with ease. He drove with one hand and slid his other on the back of the Chinchou's. His bright eyes were on the timer. There were only ten seconds left for the ride. He looked back at her goons. They and the couple were butting each other in the same corner while the kids giggled and rocked their car back and forth. Most cars were avoiding him now. He saw the time winding down. "You know the best part of those movies?" Drake sped the white vehicle toward the exit and a loud bell chimed. All the cars lost their energy and the lap bars released. The hand behind the girl's head slid right onto her wrist and dragged her out of the car. "It's when he gets away!" The duo were off like Batman and Robin. His heels barely touching the ground as he made his way through the crowds and over a bridge. He was laughing like a master thief getting away with a precious, untouchable jewel. It hadn't occurred to him that he was kidnapping, after all, he was a kid, too. Drake paused and his eyes hopped from one place to another, searching.
"Okay, Mary Goodnight, where ya wanna go?" He looked at her, his smirk etched on his face and his eyes glinting. It was up to her to choose the next ride. ❝ Make no apologies
It's Death or Victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded ❞
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:54 pm
「『 hmmph ! ! you're not worth it . 』 」 "If Bond ever dyes his hair blonde-blue, I'm all for it. And that'll be Ket, if you please. I'd much rather prefer to be thought of as one of the smarter heroines," Her mind whirled a bit after they had flown halfway across the park, accompanied with the heady feeling of a successful flight. She found herself absentmindedly smiling and tried to sharpen up, relieved that no one else was paying attention. It was good to be unknown here, even if a city without a set siesta time always walked over her come the two o'clock chime. With her manicured cobalt nails she gently patted her stray strands back behind her ears, tossing the rest over her shoulder. Secretly she was miffed that he could produce a genuine smile or two that was generally reserved for Marche. At his comment, she remembered the thirty dollar ticket that was shoved in the pocket of her bag. Might as well take advantage of the time, wasn't that what she had meant to do anyway? Turning back towards the gyarados, she offered a more guarded expression,
"I wouldn't mind the Buccaneer [[if it's called that there]]," Used to directing, she made a quick decision based on the proximity, then realized that with another person involved she should ask for confirmation. One eye was still out for burly men-in-black attire, but she flicked her attention back to him, with an awareness that he was a stranger. "That is, if you don't mind coming with me. It's closest, and this is my first time coming to this particular park anyway. I'm game for anything except the most extreme." Part of her screamed The first time I should be going on these rides should be with Marche!, but she suppressed it. She'd save a few for him, but otherwise the day would go to waste.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 2:12 pm
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✚gyarados▐ seventeen✚ ❝ Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
No one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try
I'll be your detonator ❞ Drake's eyebrows lifted at her suggestion. The arched ship with a pendulum motion was loading passengers, some little kids were demanding the back and scared preteen girls aimed for the middle, avoiding the biggest drop at the bough or the rear. His eyes returned to the blond's. "Well, princess, looks like you wanna ride on the pirate ship, huh?" Without warning, Drake scooped up the girl with both his arms and ran over to the boat and placed her inside. He snickered. I guess a day at the park ain't fun solo. Drake sat next to her. They were near the back, the kids had taken all the other spaces.
"Looks like you just abducted by the infamous Captain Drake Wayne." He locked the lap bar in place before she could reconsider taking a venture with him. "Hang on tight, and remember to scream!" He chortled, gripping the bar as the boat began to swing. ❝ Make no apologies
It's Death or Victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded ❞
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 4:15 pm
「『 hmmph ! ! you're not worth it . 』 」 The trick, Ket blinked as she was lifted up by a guy other than her brother, a stranger no less that wasn't that much taller than her, is to stay calm. Well, that's what all the handbooks said, but they weren't exactly referring to theme park rides - more like abductions and the like. She didn't scream for those, but apparently the rules were reversed here, as the ride operator proposed a screaming contest.
"I don't know if I'm the screaming type," She said airily, debating whether or not she was just being stubborn or doing what was smart. Both, maybe, "But I'll give it a go for the sake of having fun."
As the ship began launching higher, so did the dropping feeling in her stomach. It tickled, but wasn't entirely uncomfortable; it wasn't worth all the exaggerated screaming the others were doing. That was, until it climbed even higher. They were practically the height of a treetop, and the deliberately slowed descent managed to squirm a belated squeal out of her. Embarrassed, she found herself laughing until she was leaning forward and yelling into the whoosh of the fall. Shouting out of enjoyment, which was new. The ride ended much too quickly, and she was still lightheaded from giddiness afterwards.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 5:14 pm
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✚gyarados▐ seventeen✚ ❝ Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
No one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try
I'll be your detonator ❞ The ride swung in a single swoop, like an axe over James Bond. He laughed, Sean Connery never rode on rides like this, he was too busy running or kissing girls he hardly knew. As the boat plunged, he heard the prim girl give a squeal. He smiled, or rather he smirked wider and gripped the bar, chuckling at her more than the drop in his gut. After the two minute ride slowed and everyone was walking off, Drake took Ket's hand again and made his way around the crowds, watching out for black suits and stony faces.
"You seem pretty happy, huh?" Drake paused behind a lemonade stand, away from the main path of the park. He brushed the loose hairs away from Ket's head and cocked his head. "So, mind telling me why you have a couple of giants following you?" He crossed his arms, looking at Ket much closer now that she was standing up, and cheerful. Not to mention, she was away from her entourage. She had pillowy honey colored hair that fell below her waist and had intense cerulean eyes. Naturally, Drake measured her. He just looked over her head. ❝ Make no apologies
It's Death or Victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded ❞
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