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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 10:20 pm
Lt. Torbernite was patrolling.
Ok, maybe that sentence was a little too much of a contradiction in itself. It was more honest to say, Toby was wearing his Negaverse outfit simply for the sheer comfort (and it looked snazzy too!), and was out wandering after dark. Maybe it was because the dark hid things better that he felt more comfortable wandering around as well.
Besides, if he could get away with calling it "patrolling", and simply report a 'nothing suspicious was ever spotted when I went patrolling' if ever asked, life would still be very simple, and easy.
He neared a more desolate corner of the city, one that lead to a stray road down into the beachside. Meandering down there (it was less likely encounter people in isolated areas after all), he sat on the abandoned street railing, musing about all sorts of things, such as how much duct tape he had left at home, if it was possible to build a rocket ship out of crackers, important boy stuff. He pulled out his 'weapon', a novelty Dragon Ball from Chinatown, and fiddled with it, delighted to see that a part of it reflected against the isolated streetlights.
If only every evening could be as quiet as this one.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 6:52 am
The quiet would not last very long. It would be interrupted by the rumble of a motorcycle.
Tonight had been the perfect night to take a ride. Her mom had just left for a business trip that day, and her dad had decided to sleep over at the car lot so he could take care of some extra paperwork he had been procrastinating on. This meant that Ellie had been left home by herself. Taking advantage of such, she had decided to go out on the town. Well, sort of.
She needed to make a few stops, one being at the local drug store. These days, it was hard to find any sort of lotion that didn't have any sort of scent, but this particular drug store sold one that was completely devoid of any girly scents.
Not noticing that she had just passed some boy who had been walking around on the street, late at night, the girl rode her yellow motorbike into a nearby parking lot. She was wearing a helmet and had her backpack over her shoulders. Stopping her vehicle in between two white painted lines, she parked and began to head towards the drug store entrance. She didn't take her helmet off until she got into the building, since the faster she finished with this errand, the faster she could get back to the road.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:49 pm
He nearly jumped a foot at the loud roar of the motorcycle, the blur of lights and driver passing by him. Toby had half the mind to chase after them and tell them to watch it, but, obviously, he wouldn't have gotten too far.
With a grumble, he continued scuffling, annoyed, on the paved asphalt highway. A couple of minutes later and he was looking at what seemed like one of those mid-way convenience stores, strangely warm in the overcast night. The store seemed mostly devoid of customers from what he could see, and the parking lot was empty except for one sole inanimate denizen.
Oh, hello.
And was it ever a beautiful (temporary) resident: he whistled as he neared it. Though it was hard to tell in the lighting what colour the bike was, every single metal plate, pipe, and mechanism practically shimmered in its own light. Oh god, he just had to touch it, maybe even-
- he shook his head. Stealing something so large was wrong, right?
But taking a look sure as hell wasn't. He could have sworn the bike practically purred as he pressed one (slightly dirty) hand against the smooth finish. What would holding a REAL bike handle be like? Curiously he reached for that too, all but pretty much sitting on the seat itself. Oh man, if he ever got one of these, he could die happily (assuming that of course, his bike went with him), and he drooled, lost in his fantasies.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:12 pm
The girl stood there at the counter with her item to purchase and was getting CRAP. She found what she wanted quick enough, but the employees seemed a bit scarce in this establishment. Sighing rather notably (and hoping it might get some attention of ANY sort in her direction), she leaned against the counter for a good 15 minutes. Having boundless amounts of energy, she eventually got to tapping her fingers. About 5 minutes in, she realized that it probably came across as a girly way of venting out her aggression. Instead, she switched to drumming her palms to some song in her head at the moment.
When she finally got an employee's attention (who apparently was the night-shift manager), she was able to pay quickly and start towards the door, quickly shoving her lotion in her backpack and starting to shove her helmet back on her head.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:12 pm
For a second, he startled. He could have sworn he heard someone coming. Toby looked around the parking lot for a quick second, heart pounding. No, coast seemed to be clear.
With a small grin, he decided maybe it wouldn't hurt just you know, borrow the bike for a little bit. Besides, he was sure the owner was probably one of the managers at the store, working their late all-nighter shift. He would just take it for a little while and return it before they knew it!
Having justified this much, he examined the handlebars. Most bikes had a brake mechanism right? After a little fiddling with the parts, he finally manage to let go of the brakes, and nearly fell over as it edged forward slightly. It occurred to him, perhaps he should probably learn how to hotwire bikes eventually, but for now, one step at a time.
Slowly, he pushed it forwards, hands on the handlebars. For a second he paused. This was going to take forever, even just moving it for a bit. How the heck did you ride a bike without keys?
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:58 pm
With her helmet on, she stepped out of the store, ready to go to the next place. However, something was quite off. Walking out into the parking lot, she found that her bike was not where she had left it. A strange mix of Rage (with a capital "R") and panic began to fill Ellie's mind. Her eyes began to dart around the parking lot, and along the edge of the parking lot, she spotted him.
Some guy was trying to move her bike. It looked like he was having difficulty, like he was rolling it while it had the kickstand still down. Didn't he know that doing such could harm the bike?!!
Her blood was now boiling. She hardly thought about it as she ran towards the side of the building. This guy was moving her property illegally. It looked like he was planning on stealing it. And being a Sailor Scout, she was supposed to fight for justice.
"Iris Power, MAKE UP!!!" Dumping any spare possessions against the side of the building, she then began to run towards her property and the guy who was trying to take what was rightfully hers. Despite it being so dark, right now she was seeing red.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 9:47 pm
Phew. This was taking a little longer than he had expected. Would it hurt for the things he wanted for once, to be a little easier to steal?
Toby gave the bike another small little shove, and winced as the tires squeaked in protest, drowning whatever sound there could have been through the still night air. Wiping his brow, he scanned his surroundings, making sure everything still looked ok.
Was it just his imagination or was there someone running towards him? He squinted, trying to make things out in the scarce lighting. Now that he focused, perfectly still, he could definitely here the tap-tap of something, most likely foosteps headed his direction, accompanied by the outline of some girl it seemed, dressed in a weird skirt-boot combo that looked a little familiar.
Oh s**t.
His blood ran cold. What the ******** was a senshi doing out in the dark anyway, he practically whined in his mind. At this point he had two options: fight or bail. The latter seemed pretty good at this point (but the bike!)
When it came down to things, his life was ultimately more important than some stupid posession. Opting not to get potentially beaten up for 'great justice', he quickly let go of the bike, and started to run.
And didn't get quite far. A sharp pain in his foot yielded the result: his leg was snagged in the bike's footpeg. Panicking, he attempted hide by ducking behind the bike, working out the snag as best as he could, mind screaming a rather colourful selection of words.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:59 pm
As her furious steps drew her closer to the guy stealing her bike, Sailor Iris saw him look at her, panic, and attempt to run. However, he got stuck. With a rather serious expression on her face, she rushed to behind her bike where the coward was hiding. If it weren't for the fact her bike was literally right there, she might have pulled up a Rainbow Ribbon to hold the cowering boy in place while she pummeled him. Yet risking her precious Spectrum was not an option.
"So, ya think stealin' some guy's bike's gonna do ya some good? I'm Sailor Iris, and it's time t'make ya see some new colors!"
When she got to the boy who was fussing with his pants leg, she grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and gave him a good and hard punch to his cheek. For being a girl, she certainly packed a punch! It was just about this time that he managed to get his pants leg loose.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:38 pm
By the time he got untangled, panic and all, he was seeing stars. Literally.
For a girl, she sure packed one hell of a punch. Toby immediately was reminded of those seasons of "Bunny the Youma Slayer" that he sometimes saw on tv. Lesson number twenty-two: dont mess with superpowered girls.
Stumbling a bit from recoil, one hand holding his cheek (goddamnit, his jaw had just healed from the last incident too!), he cursed, pondering his options. Maybe she would fall for the pity card: it was too bad in hindsight that he was in his Negaverse outfit, but hey, most senshi didn't recognise his outfit anyway, at least it was worth a shot. "Look um, miss," he backed away a bit as he was talking, trying to hide a little more in the shadows of the parking lot, "I wasn't stealing your bike! I was just, uh, walking along, minding my own business, when my pant leg got stuck."
The last bit of the sentence had sounded a little more whiny than he would have liked, but would anyone blame him: he wasn't even picking a fight for god's sake!
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 5:09 pm
Sailor Iris' brows lowered as she listened to the boy very carefully. He had obviously seen the bike come in, but had he really seen and known it was her on the bike?
"Ain't my bike!" she growled out, "I was patrolling when I saw you takin' some guy's bike! And if there's one thing I know... if yer leg gets caught on somethin' this heavy, yer not goin' t'try and move it."
Dragging the boy away from the bike slightly, she held him up a bit higher by the collar of his shirt, then swung another heavy hit towards his gut.
"And thieves like you belong in jail! What's yer name, douchebag?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 5:49 pm
He wheezed, doubling over a bit. What was it, punch poor helpless guys day? He struggled out of her grip, rolling to one side as quickly as he could to avoid another possible swing.
"Why-" He gasped, struggling to talk and breathe for a second, "do you even care if its not your bike?" He paused. An idea was formulating in his head.
"Ok, ok you caught me." Time to play his card for all that its worth (there was NO WAY he was telling her his name, that was like giving her a 'hand me to jail free card'). He hadn't seen this 'Sailor Iris' anywhere near the parking lot when he had first scanned the parameters, which meant she must not have been near the place when the original bike owner, whomever it was, was around. "I have a friend who works at the convenience store, and I was just checking out his bike before he finished work, I swear!"
Unlike most of his fibs, this one sounded a little more plausible, and sans stuttering. Maybe it was because he really did not like getting his a** kicked by a girl.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:09 pm
Like a snarling dog, Sailor Iris barked out "I care cuz I don't like petty thieves!" She took a deep breath, as if she was trying to calm herself down, but it obviously wasn't working. In a lower voice, she snipped "Defender of Justice and all that crap, *sshole!"
Casually, she kicked the boy while he was down. Had she wanted to, she probably could have knocked him out. In hindsight, it would have made her job that much easier. Instead, her kick had been quite mild in comparison. It was after her kick that he coughed up yet another explanation.
She could have called him a bold-faced liar, or some other colorful things. However, she calmly (or, as calmly as her irritated mind would allow) asked "...so where are the keys? Yer friend knows yer out 'ere with 'is bike, right? Cuz anything else is basically illegal t'do."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:46 pm
At this point he wasn't even bothering to reason with this obviously enraged girl. He scanned left and right, searching for any plausible escape holes. Only the highway lead up and around the parking lot, and he'd rather not spent the next few minutes trying to outrun an enraged senshi (and from the looks of her approximate height, he might not make it). If he could at least distract her, he would have a sporting chance to make a dash so she at least wouldn't know where he had fled to... but how?
His muscles were starting to cramp and sore from the beatings: it was either now or never. "Oh, um, yeah, the keys!" He repeated, "Since I clearly would not do anything illegal, I must have dropped them somewhere in the parking lot! I could have sworn I heard a jingle over there or something." Desperately praying the 'defender of justice' would take the bait, he pointed randomly behind her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:56 pm
With a rather cruel smile, Sailor Iris leaned down a bit.
"Oh, I bet you wish I'd go look fer them myself." Once more, she kicked the boy, then commanded in a very snake-like tone "You go get it, boy!" Standing back up to her full height, she waited for the boy to get up. He'd get caught in his own lie by his own hands.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:39 pm
Well, there went the last of his resources. Trying to scrunch himself as to minimize contact with yet another shoe full of pain, he half-crawled, half-propped himself into a somewhat standable position. He looked up briefly, and wasn't surprised to see anger written all over the senshi's expression.
So what if he was stealing the bike? It wasn't as if he was a do-gooder for crying out loud. He edged far enough so that they were nearing the end of the asphalt lot. "All right," Toby coughed, all but spewing out blood, "I'll... I'll grab it."
And with that he reached over to a clump of dirt, as if 'grabbing the object', standing up quickly. In that same desperate burst of energy, he lunged towards the senshi, spraying the collected dirt outwards with a flick of his wrist, aiming for the eyes, desperately hoping it would buy him a few precious seconds.
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