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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:37 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Lame title, whatever. Let's start this party! Screw finals!
It was a pleasantly warm day on Ganymede, and Riley was relaxing with Esme after the two absconded with the vast majority of the earnings from their last bounty in Savage's shiny blue Swordfish to visit nearby moon. It was cramped in the Swordfish's cockpit, as it was really only designed for one person, but seeing Savage's face as they squeezed in and flew off was part of the fun. The pair had spent the vast majority of the day shopping -- they ran out of laundry detergent often because they often couldn't afford it, so having a large wardrobe was necessary, or so they said -- and were resting near the docks, their bags full of their purchases laying haphazardly nearby. Riley was lounging with his feet on the table, an exotic-looking frozen drink that he'd picked from the menu at random in his right hand and a small paperback book missing its cover in his left. The young pilot wore a simple but elegant outfit, perhaps in celebration of their first real bounty in a long time. He had on a rather expensive-looking pair of white, Italian shoes, black slacks, and a half-buttoned white shirt. Conspicuously absent from about his neck is a scarf, though there is a green one at the top of one of his bags -- likely, he decided it was just too warm to wear it. "So what do you think, Esme?" Riley asked idly, still vaguely pretending to read his book. "Has Savage fretted enough, or where should we blow the rest of these woolongs?" --- Elsewhere, a ship that was up to no good started making trouble in Savage and Layla's neighborhood back on the Angel. "Word is these cowboys just bagged Loose Tooth Ruth," the captain of the ship said in a menacing tone to his underlings. "I bet they're just rolling in dough, ready for us to take." Little did that captain know, as he burst into a fit of unnecessarily maniacal laughter, that he was not about to reel in as epic a catch as he was hoping. OOC: Okay, so unless someone has a better idea, how about the pirates kidnapped Savage and Layla because there was no money (or really anything) on the Angel, and they left the ship because it was too big for their storage thingy.
Whoever wants can decide the names/genders of the pirates. Also, if nobody likes how I started this at all, they can just redo it and I'll edit this out. I just wanted to get something started ^^; |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 7:28 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:Yay for getting started! I'ma continue with that.
I'm totally with you about finals ;___; Eliot Savage woke up suddenly from his nap in the copilot's chair to the extremely unpleasant screech of alarms. He searched blearily around for the source of the offending noise... and saw first the 'Bay Door Open' light. He put his head in his hands and sighed. He knew immediately what had happened. "Those two took the money and ran... again." "Well then, it's a good thing I swiped some of it again, isn't it?" Layla dropped a roll of cash into his lap. "Because we sure know what they're doing with what they have. They're off in some mall, buying ridiculous clothes." "They may be the two most irresponsible people in the whole damn galaxy," Savage agreed. Any more words on the subject stuck in his throat as he noticed that the alarm he'd just turned off was not the only one activated. The proximity warning was flashing as well. "Oh shit," He said, paling. "I have a really bad feeling about this, Layla..." "What is it, Eliot?" She said, brows drawn with worry. And then, someone came out of the darkness of the doorway and grabbed her. She was so startled that she screamed into the space-suit mitt of her captor. "Pirates," Eliot stated, eyes widening. "This is really all we have." He tossed them the roll of cash. Even through their suits, he could tell they were displeased. "The... the rest is with the other two crew members, who... went away," He explained, growing more and more nervous as he noticed that one of the pirates had a gun trained on Layla. The leader lifted his helmet off, to reveal a fearsome face full of scars and a bushy black beard. "Well then, you will be comink with us. Gather your space suits, you will need them. Our ship, it cannot be dockink with such a puny ship as this." It was said flatly, without fire or force, but it did not need to be. "Pyotr, Vlad, you will be followink them." Eliot was pulled out of his seat and pushed roughly out to the bay control center, where the suits were stored. Clearly, these pirates had raided at least one ship of this class, if they knew the layout so well. "You will be puttink them on now," Vlad (or at least Eliot presumed he was) said, pushing him into the locker. He stared at Eliot expectantly. "Erm... could you turn around or something? I... I would appreciate that..." He whimpered, and Layla vigorously nodded her head in agreement. These suits were the type meant to be worn in a fighter ship such as the Swordfish, and they fit closely to the body. You had to take your clothes off. All of them. "For the lady, yes, but for you, no," Came the terse answer. Pyotr, the slender one guarding Layla, turned his back. However, Vlad continued to watch Eliot with eyes that felt like laser sights on a gun. Probably to check to see if Eliot had any hidden weapons, but even then it did seem he was looking a bit too intently... Eliot laughed nervously, tears in the corners of his eyes. He then turned around and changed as fast as humanly possible. Then, the two of them were pushed into the hangar bay via the airlocks... and out into space toward the Russian pirates' ship. They were greeted onboard the vessel in much the same way. Their helmets were ripped off, making their hair rise with static. The two of them were pushed into a sparse cell. and the door slammed behind them. They sat back on their hard, gray cots so that they faced each other. "What in the hell just happened?" Savage said incredulously. "I hope to God I'm just dreaming this..." "No, we're not dreaming," Layla sighed. "Unfortunately for us..." "I wonder if we'll even be saved." "Oh, they'll save us," Layla said with conviction. "How can you be so sure?" Savage wondered. "I mean... this is Riley and Esme we're talking about, here." "They'll save us unless they want to do all the chores themselves from now on... which they don't." Layla laughed. "Yeah," Eliot agreed. He sunk his face into his hands again. "You know, I had planned to take a vacation, but I didn't imagine it would be like this..." OOC:Poor Eliot is so abused xD |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 11:35 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Dan, I'm going to go ahead and ignore the horrible Fresh Prince reference. ><
"Aw, Savage can't never fret enough." Esme reached over to pluck the umbrella out of Riley's frozen drink, chewing on the end absentmindedly. "Damn bastard gone and stole some of it, anyway. Rest's ours." She kicked back in her chair, propping her feet up on an empty chair and ignoring the angry looks that the other patrons were sending them. His damn feet were already on the damn table, anyway. Who cared about the chair? (What she didn't realize was that the stares were more due to the fact that her skirt was ridiculously short; her propping her feet up only served to draw attention to this. Like Riley, she'd dressed up a little in celebration of their windfall; unlike Riley, her idea of "dressing up" was anything but elegant.) "How much woolongs we got left, anyways? Think we gonna call Savage 'n rub it in his face 'n stuff. Damn bastard. Gone and stole our damn money." She was still grinning, which took some of the annoyance out of her words; they'd managed to buy a fair amount of clothing (although, in her case, there wasn't much fabric involved), and there really wasn't anything to complain about-- which, in itself, was cause for complaint. Esme enjoyed complaining. It got Savage all hot and bothered. She pulled her cell phone* out of her pocket and dialed the ship's number, reveling in the gloating she was about to do. Poor stupid Savage hadn't even gotten a fraction of what they'd earned, but the fact that he'd gotten any at all was enough to make her want to call him and make him miserable. "Oy, Savage," she said, as the answering machine picked up. "Damn bastard. Pick up the damn phone." There was a long pause, during which Savage definitely did not pick up the damn phone. "Dammit," said Esme. "Where'd he went off to? He don't got nowhere to run off to." OOC:*I forget whether they use these...? Cell phone, comm link, walkie-talkie. Whatever. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 3:41 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: You know you loved it XP And it's all basically the same on the cell phone thing. They have some form of mobile communications.... Also, I think things like it being really cold in space don't matter in the CB universe. I distinctly remember Spike holding his breath and jumping from his swordfish into some other ship in the middle of space at one point.... XD; So... yeah
"Savage's not picking up, eh?" Riley asked curiously, actually looking up from his book. He didn't bother marking his place -- he'd read it enough times that he could pick up anywhere and know what was going on. Actually, that's what he'd done just a few minutes earlier. "Now that's unusual. Usually he's the one yelling at us to answer calls, not the other way around." Riley appeared to become engrossed in this thought for a moment, considering just what might have happened to his friend. Only for a moment, though. "Eh, he should be fine," the pilot decided at last, idly tossing the book into one of his bags. "What do you say we waste the rest of that money? I've gotten too used to not even carrying bothering with my wallet to actually save anything in there." --- The echo of heavy booted feet echoed throughout the cell block of the pirates' ship, giving their captives plenty of time to worry about just what they intended to do. As the captain turned the corner and came into view, he wore a rather wicked grin as he fingered the pistol holstered at his waist. "So, my friends, let us havink a little chat, yes?" he said, pulling up an almost rotted-looking stool before the bars of Savage and Layla's cell. "I am hearink you lot are comink into some money, yes? But you only haff this piddlink amount, she is not even worth taking! Vat are we to do about this problem? We are working so hard to board your ship, and for nothink! How are you goink to pay for us, hmm?" OOC: I tried to be a russian pirate for you, but uh... >_>; well, I tried |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 12:20 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:Haha, we're both bs'ing it, it's ok xD
I'm really glad you're doing the pirates too, it gives me something to play off of... Savage and Layla gave each other a terrified look. "I... I really don't have anything else on me of value, especially after that little escapade with the space suits..." The captain shot him a mean look, and Savage jumped. "Sorry!" "Don't we get a phone call?" Layla asked quietly. The captain laughed. "My dear bounty-hunting comrades, do you take me for a fool? Nyet!" "But sir, the people we would be calling would be our shipmates," She explained calmly, almost sweetly. "As Eliot here has said, we only had a small part on us, to buy food and such. They took the rest to deposit in the bank. If we can reach them, then they will come here with the money." The captain tossed her his phone. "You will be callink then... but mind that if they do not bring the money, we will be havink problems." Savage was on pins and needles. He definitely did not want to 'have problems' with these guys. Things were already terrible enough. Layla dialed Riley and Esme's cell and waited for someone to pick up. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 12:57 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme "Damn bastard." Esme glared at her phone, ignoring the other customers' disapproving stares. She'd never pretended to be a lady. Besides, half the words she knew were curses, and if she stopped using them, where the damn hell would she be? "Ain't pickin' up his damn bastard phone." She fumed, tossing the phone onto the table without even looking at the caller ID. "He just 'spect me to pick up whenever the hell he feel like callin'? Damn bastard. Learn to pickup y'phone when I call, y'damn lazy ass!" This last part was directed at the phone itself, as though Savage could hear her despite the fact that she'd not yet answered it.
It continued to ring. Muttering under her breath-- the only audible words were "damn" and "bastard," in varying combinations-- she reached forward to answer it. "Savage, y'damn asshole, y'better be makin' one hell of a dinner, 'cause when I gets back on that ship I 'spect to get treated to a damn good meal. Dammit, it ain't like y'has anythin' to do all day, anyway. Can't even spare a minute to pick up the phone. The hell's wrong with you? First y'go 'n steals my money, then y'go 'n ignores me when I tries to call you. How the hell d'you know this ain't a life-or-death situation, huh? How d'you know I ain't in some kinda trouble? Maybe I need y'damn help, y'ever think about that? Y'ever think maybe you should pick up the damn phone when I calls? Huh? Savage, 's you still listenin' to me?" It occurred to her that he couldn't answer if she didn't give him a chance to, so she paused in her tirade. After all, she really couldn't keep yelling at him until he attempted to defend himself; it just wasn't right. Which wasn't to say that she wouldn't do it if she had to, but never let it be said that Esme wasn't fair. She was fair. She was the damn picture of justice. "Well? 'Splain y'self, y'damn bastard." OOC:He is so, so abused. I almost feel bad for him. XD |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 1:59 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: I almost feel bad for most/all of the characters on here. Then I just tell myself "Thank god they're only characters and don't exist," because if they did, I would've been dead a long time now XP
Riley watched Esme's profanity-filled tired with amusement, calmly ignoring the dirty looks nearly everyone within twenty meters was giving them. It wasn't entirely pleasure that he felt, of course -- every "ain't" made him twitch on the inside -- but he enjoyed watching someone rag on Savage almost as much as he enjoyed doing it himself. Wasting money was certainly a grand way to pass time, but Riley knew where his priorities lay. "You tell 'em," he encouraged, raising his glass as though toasting his companion. OOC: Yeah... I guess there's not a whole lot for me to do quite yet... |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:01 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme At the first earful, Layla tossed the phone to Savage. "Eliot, it's for you."
"Ow," Savage moaned, when he put the phone to his ear. When Esme finally stopped, he exploded. "Explain myself? Me, explain MYSELF?! Of all the nerve... I mean, we're the ones in the damn situation!" He cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw Layla desperately shaking her head. She was right, now wasn't the time for that. He had to make this conversation quick, and he had to try not to reveal that the money this pirate wanted was likely long gone. Or else they would 'have problems.' A chill ran down Savage's spine, and his anger faded. "Okay, listen. We were captured by these Russian pirates a while ago... they heard about our last capture and want the money. If you don't bring it, they may kill us..." He gulped. OOC:Oh, I know xD |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:53 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme "Oh, so now y'wants the damn money." Esme had, until this point, been thoroughly enjoying ragging on Savage. Now she was pissed. She covered the mouthpiece and turned to Riley. "He wants the damn money, Riley. The money." She uncovered the mouthpiece, fuming. (She had, by this point, stood up, and was pacing around the table, clearly agitated. "Y'thinks you the only one in a damn situation, y'jerk? My damn lazy-ass crewmate just told me he ain't even making me dinner. He ain't doin' my laundry. He ain't cleanin' the toilet. And now he want my damn money." She paused, glancing down at Riley, and paused to steal a large sip of his drink. All this bitching was making her thirsty. "Naw, Savage, y'can't have the money. We done spent the money. And the money you took? You sure's hell better get it back. I wants it back. And I wants dinner when I gets back to the ship. And... and Riley want coffee." She hated coffee. Still, it was more to pester Savage with, and she was pissed as hell. "So don't you give me no damn stories about Russians and pirates and needin' the money,'cause you got bigger shit to worry 'bout. Like dinner. You gotta be a stupid-ass loser if y'think I'm savin' your stupid lazy ass."
She tossed the phone to Riley and sat back down, arms crossed in fury. She'd been fully expecting to have the money Savage had stolen. She would have gone through his drawers when they got back to the ship; it might even have been enough to warrant a second shopping trip. And now that hope was gone. Savage was being an ass. How dare he get captured? Maybe Riley could talk some sense into him. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 2:15 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Riley looked at the phone in his hands curiously, scratching his chin. Russian pirates? There's no way Savage would joke about something like that -- Riley might, or Esme, or the two might scheme to joke about it together, but never Savage and definitely not Layla. Riley tried to remember a time when Savage had ever played a joke on them to try and guilt them into returning the money they'd rightfully earned. He couldn't come up with many. Furthermore, this story seemed almost too absurd for Savage to have made up.
And yet, that was exactly why Riley didn't believe it. Savage was surely smart enough to know that the truth sounded the strangest, and that they would never believe something like "the engine is having trouble" or "the plumbing broke and is spewing crap all over your clothes" -- mainly because they would just ask him to fix those anyway, Riley supposed. Yes, this was definitely a crooked plan of Savage's to steal the money that they earned and needed to spend on nice clothes. "So you got yourself 'captured,' eh?" Riley asked into the phone, a mischievous grin splitting his face. "Well if only I knew you, I'd help. Can you hear me Mr. 'Russian Pirate'? I don't know this guy! He's trying to scam you! And me! Don't trust him!" This last part, he said very loudly into the microphone, just to make his point, but very carefully did not hang up. In fact, he kept the microphone somewhat close to his face, to make sure Savage could hear. "That ought to show him that we won't play his games," Riley said, still smiling. "We've probably got enough for a nice pair of shoes each, or lots of ice cream. Or, a hotel room. Even better, we could get ice cream and a room, if you don't mind going cheap on the room." He winked at Esme as he tossed the thing back to her, trusting that she would play along. If she wasn't still too angry. --- The pirate leader blinked his eyes rapidly at some of what he overheard from the phone. "Are we havink problem?" he asked, leaning closer to the bars and tilting his neck sharply so that it popped menacingly. OOC: Can necks pop menacingly? Anyway, there were more sexual references in the pirates roleplay than in here, and that just won't do. Also, I just couldn't see Riley deciding to be helpful that quickly.
Forgive me, Amelia. Forgive me, Savage ^^; (PS: I originally had Riley hang up before he started talking to Esme. Then I realized what he was saying, and just had to let Savage be party to it ;) ) |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:48 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme "Don't care, s'long's there's a bed. Or a floor." She paused, glancing down at the phone in her hand. "Or a wall." She grinned, imagining Savage's expression. Served him right, the lazy ass. Lying just to get the money back-- what kind of a teammate was that? Clearly he didn't know how to share. Yes, what Savage needed was a lesson in ethics. And team playing. (Not that kind of team playing, though. Although, come to think of it, that was a suggestion that might really make Savage uncomfortable.)
OOC:Ummmm... just kinda gonna wait for Amelia to post. >< Esme has a dirty mind. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 1:16 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Savage just sat there in disbelief. For once, all his frustrations with Esme and Riley were gone; they were replaced with cold fear. He forced himself to calmly face the pirate captain, but there was no mistaking his nervous sweating. "I... no..."
The captain reached for the phone through the bars, and Savage yelled even as the phone was being taken from his grasp, "I'm not joking, you asshole!" The desperation was clear in his voice. The captain hung up on Riley and Esme without hesitation, and pocketed the phone. The captain looked at them both, but didn't say a word- he didn't have to. He walked away, shaking his head. They both knew they were definitely, positively screwed over. They were going to "have problems." Eliot curled up in a little ball on his cot, and Layla patted his head, wishing she had something positive to say. OOC:There you go xD hope it's ok
urgh, I have no idea what to do with the russian pirates now, halp |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 1:58 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Wooo! Posting!
The silly grin was quickly wiped from Riley's face as Savage's frustrated screams came through the phone's speaker. The guy was quite a ham, really -- Riley knew that already, from all the other times Savage tried to weasel his way out of giving the money to its proper recipients for its proper use -- but that just took the cake. If he didn't know better, Riley might have suspected that Savage wasn't faking it at all! Fortunately, Riley knew better. Much better. "We're not joking either, you -- He hung up!" Riley said, nearly becoming actually angry that he wasn't able to finish yelling at Savage. Now that just wasn't fair. Folding his arms, drumming the tips of his fingers against his biceps, Riley seethed for a few seconds before jumping to his feet. "C'mon, Esme," he said, his eyes full of fiery passion as he reached to yank the woman out of her chair. "We have money to waste. Then, we have a Savage to yell at. How dare he hang up before we're done teasing him!" --- "<What are we going to do, captain? It seems he has no friends and no money after all. Shall we kill them?>" "<Pyotr you are an idiot!>" the captain responded, clearly irritated -- both from the stubborn fools in his holding cell and from his crewman's incompetence. "<Of course they have friends. And money. Why else would they argue like that? It is a code, you moron! Send in Vlad. They may need persuading to tell us what exactly where the money is hidden. If their friends get to it first, I will not be a happy captain.>" "<Yes, sir!>" OOC: <> = Russian. Halp is on the way >:) Maybe not the kind Savage wants, but.... |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:13 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Moving right along.... poor Savage. Russian halp is painful halp. XD
Esme allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Even the idea of wasting money was not quite enough to make her feel entirely better, although it helped. It might have helped more had the money they were wasting belonged to Savage. (Some might have argued that the money did, in part, belong to Savage. But the idea of sharing wasn't one that had ever really been introduced to her in a way she could understand; she and Riley wanted the money, and had taken the money, and so it was theirs.) "Wants me some new gloves," she muttered, despite the fact that, if one were to look in her closet, it would be clear that she did, in fact, own more gloves than clothes. "With pretty jewels on 'em or somethin'." Oh, yes, Savage would love that. And then when he washed them and ruined them (as he inevitably would), she could yell at him more. Yes, that sounded good. "And--" She quickly checked in her various shopping bags to make sure she hadn't already bought some-- "And tape. Lots and lots of it. We got money for all that shit, ain't we?" By the time they were finished, Esme was feeling a little calmer, but no less angry at Savage. She was still thinking about the money he'd stolen. Damn bastard. Well, she'd spent everything she had (and she'd spent it furiously, scaring several of the cashiers without even realizing that her anger was so obvious), so if the stupid lazy ass had anything left, he'd better damn well be prepared to lose it. Esme was going to go through every drawer, nook, and cranny on that ship. She'd clean out his stash if it killed her. She turned toward Riley. She hadn't really been paying a lot of attention to his spendings. "You got money left?" she asked. "Or 's you ready to go yell at Savage some?" |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:53 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Heavy footsteps on the metal floor above rang out, followed by hurried, irritated Russian. And then, the sound of someone approaching.
"What's... what's going to happen, Layla?" Savage stuttered. Any number of things was running through his head, none of them good. Layla knew the answer, but didn't want to say. "You really don't want to know, Eliot. Believe me. I've... never had it happen to me, but I've seen horrible things happen to people. I've done some terrible things myself." She looked down at him with misty eyes. "I suppose this is karma for me, but for you... I wish..." They hadn't noticed the tall, skinny man's approach while they talked. But now he swung the creaky jail cell door open and dragged the stool the captain had used inside, and more or less demanded their attention. He had a large, black bag with him. Layla noticed strange indents in the side from the contents, and traced them. A screw driver, a saw, and impressions from more things she couldn't identify. Hopefully less destructive things, although that wasn't likely. The man cracked his knuckles. Layla and Savage clutched onto each other and to the faint hope of rescue like they were life-rings on a stormy sea. "I love you," Eliot sobbed. "I know." Layla smiled, lips wobbling. "So don't go dying on me." OOC:aaw ;___; don't torture- I mean, "help"- them too much, Russians!! D: |
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