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Post by madmarionette on Nov 13, 2012 21:27:05 GMT -5
As if this were an everyday thing, Bount rose slowly from his chair, hands stuffed in his pockets as he strolled along, following the scarched pavement at his leisure as people stood gawking and trying to figure out just what the hell happened.
Though a block down a pair of binoculars were sticking out from behind a dumpster in an alley, watching Bount as their holder smiled maliciousy, "There you are..."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 13, 2012 21:39:51 GMT -5
Note and Tunes watched the strange blonde walk off Tunes leaned forward, trying to follow him as far as she could. And then she turned to her brother. "You think he needs help?"
"Nope," Note asked, sitting back and taking a sip of his drink.
Tune's nose wrinkled. "Well. I'll go see." She rose, picked up Lemondrop, and hurried after him.
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 13, 2012 21:50:20 GMT -5
Bount continued strolling along, completely oblivious to the fact he was being watched or that Tunes was following him, only listening to his music as he followed the burnt trail at his leisure. His headphones though switched over to a newer song, this one seemingly adding an ambience of tension, be that word at all in existance with Bount (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdGeHd_gK1c)
All the while the man behind the binoculars watched, malicious muttering, "Finally have the rat bastard..."
The mysterious man was definitley large, but not in height. His fitness had probably seen better days, and about the only menacing thing about him was his swollen nose and handlebar mustache under the uniform hat of Team Rocket, but it seemed he had an accomplice as he handed the binoculars to another, "check it out, there's the punk, in the flesh."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 13, 2012 22:15:14 GMT -5
Tunes slowed as she reached Bount's side She smiled at his curiously and let the music play about halfway through before she spoke. "Does he do this often?"
His accomplice, a thin man with perhaps the darkest skin in the region, peered through the glasses, and a wide smile spread across his narrow face. "It is, it is! We found the motherfucker!" he let out a wheezy giggle, giddy at their victory.
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 18:58:50 GMT -5
Bount continued to walk along, his music blocking out the question, and paired along with his onbliviousness, he hadn't even recognized she was there yet while he lazily scanned about, the lightning storm from Zap now gone. All that was left was to follow the scorched pavement to him.
The fat man smiled as he gave a grunt, standing up from behind the dumpster with malice in his eyes. His bravado of Macho severely betrayed by his fitness. He punched his fist into the palm of his other hand, a wide grin beneath the unkempt mustache.
"C'mon!" he bellowed to his partner, "Let's tail the bastard and get his scrawny ass to the boss!" as he slowly made his way out of the alley.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 20:52:02 GMT -5
Tunes made a face as she was ignored. She looked ahead, her blue-green gaze falling on the scorched path they were following. "Can you not hear me, or are you ignoring me?" she asked, smiling at him curiously.
With a wheezy snicker and an excited nod the skinnier man slithered after his heavyset accomplice, ducking into the alley as he watched the two go by. "We snatch um from behind. We're gonna snatch up from behind, right? Yeah, we'll snatch um from behind," he whispered, his eyes following the blonde pair as they walked past the alley, oblivious to their presence.
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 21:16:28 GMT -5
Bount finally gave an ear to the girl, now that he actually knew she was there. His head tilting towards her somewhat as they walked. A few seconds after his response drolled out, "...Hm?"
Now, with a fire in his eyes, he walked out into the street, but he at least wasn't stupid. Staying a good few paces behind to keep from arousing suspicion. But hyis temper was heat, gritting his teeth as they followed. All the while mumbling something, "... Gonna finally.... Little bastard.... after all this time..." Everything about him screaming a nasty grudge.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 21:21:23 GMT -5
Tunes' smile turned to one of amusement. "Does Zap do this often?" she repeated, a little louder.
His gaze shifting curiously to his companion as he walked out, the other man followed in his footsteps. He stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to look casual until the right time struck: they just had to turn onto a less crowded street, and then they could snatch them... his heart raced at the thought.
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 21:42:43 GMT -5
Bount answered with his usual meager shrug, his music switching over to a bit of a more upbeat song as they strolled along (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOQ-ghYhlzI)
The diminuative man saw the street coming up. Whatever path they were following, it led them into one of the deadest parts of the city. He mouth curled into a half sneer and half smile "Fuck yes." he whispered. No one to get in the way. And by god he was itching to give a thrashing before they bagged the two.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 21:48:16 GMT -5
His companion waited until shadows crept over their path before he even spoke. "Now," he said, so softly that he could barely be heard by anybody, and then he sprung forward like a leopard, grabbing Tunes around the waist and clamping a hand over her mouth. She let out a surprised cry that was cut off by his hand, and as she was pulled off her feet and backward she kicked and thrashed, to no avail.
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 21:54:01 GMT -5
The fatter one leapt into action, if you could call it leaping. The short, fat man was filled with enough apparent anger to charge bull-headedly at Bount, a fist raised and ready to pummel the child, "Finally have you, ya' rat ba-!" his words cut short in an event rare for anyone. Boiunt in that instant, betrayed every single aspect of his usual sluggish self as he whirled around, flying his own fist straight into the man's bulbous nose. While not horrificly strong, bount's own torque combined with the man already running at him, cut the team rocket member's sentence short and sent him reeling to the ground with what was probably a broken nose.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 22:04:04 GMT -5
"DAMN!" the other grunt shrieked, putting Tunes between himself and the blonde boy. "Get up, you fat bastard!" he hissed, his wild eyes shifting from Bount to his partner.
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 22:13:14 GMT -5
A flurry of curses rang out from the fat man as he rolled around on the ground, hands covering and craddling his now even more swollen nose, but he rose fast enough to Bount's demise, who was about to launch another punch. The man graabed it in time, and squared the kid off with a headbutt. Bount staggered, but fell to the ground hard, obviously unconcious.
The man grumbled, kicking Bount a couple time in the side before picking up the kid and slinging him over his shoulder, still griping over his nose, "God damnit kid... Ow! I swear, I'll kick your ass AGAIN when you're awake, motherfucker." His irratable mood elavating as he finally registered the ungodly loud music from Bount's headphones, "Fuckin' hell, what is that noise?"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 20, 2012 22:22:55 GMT -5
"Sounds like some cracka shit to me," the man muttered, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Damn. That don't even sound like music."
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Post by madmarionette on Nov 20, 2012 22:28:00 GMT -5
After some fishing, the fat one found Bount's little MP3 player and shut it off, silencing the music from the ever screaming headphones, for now. With a shrug, the kid was now slung properly over his shoulder as he looked over to his partner, "You got the bitch?"
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