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Post by tamlin on Jun 14, 2009 7:10:43 GMT -6
There was no way the old truck could outrun that motorcycle, it was fairly obvious from the start. Unless that motorcycle was as old as the truck was, (which was about three years older then God as far as the three young men could figure), then they had no chance of making a clean getaway. Even now they could hear the engine heaving from the strain. And yet, as obvious as their predicament was, the figure on the motorcycle seemed to be maintaining their distance easily, as if they were doing so purposely.
Caedmon's fingers delicately ran over the lightly blistered skin of his palm, staring at it with abject horror. He'd never actually touched iron before, and before coming to this place had always thought it a myth, something to scare children with. But it hurt much more then he had thought it could, and he went back to quietly cradling it, all traces of his earlier brevity gone. Tam Lin would have to see to it once they were out of harms way, but there was nothing, sadly, he could do about it now as they raced on through the woods, trying to escape whoever it was that was pursuing them.
And, as if on cue, as they broke free of the forest's sheltering arms, the motorcycle roared louder, like some encroaching beast, and tore off to the side, pushing past them, and further up the road, before skidding to a halt and turning, blocking their only path, leaving only enough room to slam on the break or hit the vehicle; judging by the one who was driving, either or was a very good possibility.
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 14, 2009 12:46:09 GMT -6
"Dammit," whispered Puck.
His eyes, green as the moors of Ireland, opened wide as the motorcycle moved to block their path.
The truck would not survive the crash (and neither would they, he figured), but stopping meant endangering their escape. It also meant that whoever was chasing the poor young lady they'd picked up would definitely have a chance at her again.
But surviving seemed more important at the moment, as their is always a second chance at escape as long as one looks hard enough for it. So Puck chose the brighter option. He slammed his conversed foot on the brakes as hard as he dared.
The truck shuddered and convulsed before obeying and sliding, albeit obstinately, to a screeching halt.
"Oy, caffler!" called Puck, "What're you doin' in the middle of the road?"
Upon future speculation, Puck would realize that these words were not the best choices of what one could shout to a burly man blocking one's way, nor that a reprimand of that sort would hold much ground coming from a teenager wearing no shirt and no driver's license either. He should have glamoured, as he would discover later, as it was their current presence that the man was tracking.
But Puck, at the moment, was not as quick as he was usually, nor thinking very clearly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Why are we stopping?"
It concerned her; she'd heard the motorcycle go, and it had a great possibility of bearing her Da and her Da's cohort on its seat, but the motorbike was not riding heavily. It also was traveling too fast to be bearing two fully grown Irishmen on its back. Meav released her inheld breath, hoping instead that it was the police, or someone helpful of that sort.
Thanking her stars she still had her backpack, she clutched it to her, hoping to hide it in case the eyes were not as friendly as she originally intended...
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Post by tamlin on Jun 24, 2009 16:43:56 GMT -6
The sound of boots on pavement echoed through the trees as the man dismounted from his vehicle, removing his helmet. Even in the darkness, Tam Lin's eyes could easily pick out his features. He was human, about thirty, but he carried himself fearlessly. Tam Lin could see it in his eyes; this man was a warrior. A modern one, perhaps, but he held that spirit that only those who have tasted battle and lived can ever truly feel and maintain. It would have been impressive, to say the least, had they not been on the receiving end of said warrior's gaze. Tam Lin tensed, not certain of what they should do, nor could do. The man reeked of iron, something they all despised, which meant he was capable of, at best, neutralizing the three young men from actually being able to fight. At worst, well...
He looked to the Puck, who seemed to be about as much in control of his wits as Tam Lin was at the moment. There was no answer for something like this, especially if they were to try and keep their secret from the lady in the back of the truck. And what of Caedmon? He'd never be able to fend off a human armed with so much iron. It would up to him and Puck then, to ensure the group's safety. Those were odds that he didn't like.
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"You kids want to explain what you're doing riding around in the middle of the night?" the man asked Caedmon as he walked closer, dark eyes narrowing as they met the unnatural violet of Caedmon's, who was too pinned by the stare to actually respond.
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 24, 2009 23:33:42 GMT -6
"Jus' lookin' fer a bit of fun, mister," shot Puck, though the question was more directed towards Caedmon.
But Caedmon is an idiot, Puck told himself, Therefore I shall answer any and all questions posed to his person...
It was a logical claim, he thought. Besides, his adopted brother was obviously too entranced by chewing gum to be of any use.
Not like he's ever been of any use.... thought Puck, spiteful as ever. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Running from me Da an' some fecker..." whispered Meav, as quietly as she possibly could. It felt good to say it (sort of) out loud, to maybe reveal what was going on so somebody could say the wonderful word, "Are you all right? What can I do?"
But, then again, she didn't want to be found, discovered as the waif she was, as that would not only belittle her in the eyes of others, but reveal her Da. And she knew her Da had too many connections to let her stay alive if she accidentally squealed...
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Post by tamlin on Jul 25, 2009 16:24:50 GMT -6
"I cannot help but wonder, young sir, just what sort of fun you're looking to have with a young woman," the man replied coldly, eyes narrowing. "I don't think she quite understands just what entertainment you mean to have either." He looked towards Meav and frowned, though the actual look in his eyes softened. She was definitely human, and more then likely these three had scooped her up in an effort to whisk her off to the Fairy Court...or worse, the Unseelie Court. It was hard to tell with fairies exactly which court they hailed from, even for a man who's family had been fighting the Fae Folk for centuries.
Extending his hand towards the young lady to help her, he gave out a small sort of growl at the one in the flatbed, who had started moving to stop him. "You'll stay put, unless you want to get a taste of iron with your pretty face, lad," he spoke, his tone pointed, the threat very real, the man not even bothering to try and hide his dangerous words.
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Post by Daeiel on Jul 26, 2009 7:21:44 GMT -6
"No..."
Meav pressed herself against the far wall of the flat-bed, as far away as she could get from the man threatening the boys who had saved her. For all she knew, he was a Mafia-man working for her Da, and one that would surely bring her back screaming and bloodied to him, to repeat the process.
"No..." she practically whispered once more, her eyes shining wilder than the Irish moon, her body curled into a pitiable, vulnerable position. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
"If'n his damn motorbike wasn't in the way of everything, we could escape...."
Puck was in a particularly foul mood, before an idea struck him.
It was never a good thing, when an idea struck Puck, as it usually involved someone he disliked becoming unusually physically harmed, or cursed, or kidnapped, or something of that dreadful ilk.
This time, however, the idea was one that would save all of their necks.
"Hey, Tammy, listen up," whisperd Puck, leaning close in to his Scottish prisoner-friend, "I'm going to swipe his motorbike, right? Then you hop on over to the steering side, and open this crock of shite up, right? Then he's stranded, see, and we're...."
Puck stopped himself from saying 'home-free', because, for the three of them, 'home' was not and would never be 'free'.
"On our way," finished the coppertop, "You see?"
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Post by tamlin on Oct 23, 2009 22:38:05 GMT -6
"I do," was all Tam Lin had to say regarding this shallow plan, which he did not like in the slightest. Bes, they would b moving again, but what then? They would have someone's motorcycle that would likely be relayed to the police as being stolen. They did not need the police on their trail as well as this man who so obviously knew what they were, and was not about to let them go. But 'go' they were going to do, and immediately. And so, nodding his consent to the idea, he unbuckled his seatbelt, readying to hop over the armrest and take the wheel. -------------------- "Little lady, I ain't gonna hurt you," the man said quietly, trying to sound firm, even as his voice softened. This poor girl-what did she think he was going to do? Of course he could understand some apprehension, but she seemed flat-out terrified. Had these boys already done something to her? Perhaps an enchantment to make her see others as monsters? It was a possibility given the company she was with, but even so, he could not let her be held by these sorts. "Come on, lass. Nothin' to be afraid of. We're just gonna get you someplace safer'n this. I'll take ya to the police station and from there we can see about getting you a ride home."
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Post by Elli on Oct 25, 2009 14:27:12 GMT -6
((Okay, I have noticed that this roleplay has been revived. Where would you like it to be moved?))
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Post by Daeiel on Oct 29, 2009 17:59:55 GMT -6
"No, no, please..." whimpered Meav, "You don't understand. I can't go home...."
Meav felt the tears start again, begin trickled down her cheeks. "Please leave me alone..." -----------------------------------------------
Puck winked once, grabbed the side of the truck, and wriggled his way out of the window. Landing without rustling a pebble, Puck crawled forward, using a Fae's innate vanish, or the ability to go unseen.
Nearly crouching, he crept towards the motorbike, making sure he kept well out of sight, before placing his hand on the throttle and checking over his shoulder.
Are you ready? he asked, his green eyes boring into Tam Lin's, Because you'd better be...
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