06-08-2006, 06:08 AM
The choked scream stopped short of escape as the human?s eyes snapped open. All around her was liquid, and she was naked. Her arms were folded across her breasts, as if modesty could really atone for the fucking she got just moments ago. How the hell she made it in this giant glass tube was beyond her, but with a short burst of energy surging down her arms, her fists smashed through the glass, tiny clear shards tinkling on the cement floor like rain.
Emerging from the destroyed tube, she shook the wetness from her glistening body and shivered. Sure was cold?
?Ma?am! You haven?t??
?Can it, asshole;? she snapped, glaring at the short, white coated man. He stared back at her, confusion moving across his eyes. ?Where the hell is my clothes??
Another white coat came up, a pile of black material piled in his hands, and shoved them into her arms. ?You?re lucky we managed to salvage that Bio Armor.? He said, adjusting his wide rimmed spectacles.
?No;? She said coldly. ?You?re lucky that I haven?t chosen to fucking blow this place to hell. Just the kind of mood I am in right now.? Moving past them, she hurried off into a small room just beside a set of the long rows of empty and occupied tubes, and quickly dressed in her new suit.
Fucking lamewads?she thought to herself dryly. The whole lot of them. They took her leader, they took pretty much all of her clan?and even turned Minoshia, the Konat she had begun to grow fond of, against their brethren. She laced up the front of the suit, tucking the strings below the collar. Patting herself down, she took a deep breath and exited the room.
Her gaze lingered on the still filled tubes, just a few left?Minoshia?s drew her eyes, though. No particular reason. Sighing, she turned, wishing silently to herself for their successful escapes, and hoped everything will at least return to a sense of normalcy between the tight knit Civil Unrest clan.
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As she exited to the lobby, a voice caught her attention.
?Ma?am!! Ma?am!?
?What now?!? Violet turned, not letting one ounce of her annoyance escape.
The woman, short, mid forties, grey hair spidering through the brunette she wore in a bun atop of her head, shrank back in her chair. ?Are you one Violet Uzumaki??
Her brow forked. What the hell did these people want now? ?Yeah.?
The woman behind the desk shoved a package towards her, a small note on top. ?I was told to give you these.? She said simply, and returned to her work.
Taking the package, Violet sat in one of the plastic chairs lining the side of the lobby and unfolded the note. It was a message from the Konat, requesting she take his items and hold them for him until he managed to return. Sure?I?ll hold on to your stuff, Minoshia?and when you return, you will get it back, and then some?
She still couldn?t forget the horrible atrocities he had committed during the game. Oh well, he?ll pay sooner or later.
Opening the package, she saw assorted personal items of his, and wrapped inside of a piece of cloth, was her dragonball. So the asshole did protect it?well, that is worth SOME brownie points? Rewrapping the parcel, she went back up to the receptionist.
?Can I help you??
?Yeah?I was wondering, did you see a man, oh, a little over six feet tall, shoulder length black hair, really sexy eyes?an android, walk through here??
The woman turned back to her computer, scanning over something. ?No, ma?am. No one of that description has come through here.?
Her heart sunk a few feet. ?Do you have any idea where he could be? Name is Seventeen.?
?Hellfighter, or Android??
?Oh, for the love of Kami? Android, I guess.? She sighed, exasperated.
The woman shook her head again. ?If he didn?t come through here, then I am sorry, Miss Uzumaki, but he is dead.?
Dead. ?Dead? What do you mean, dead? I thought-?
?In certain cases, some fighters actually lose their lives. You should have read the rules.?
?I did.? Violet snapped back. ?You mean that he isn?t?alive, right??
?Exactly.?
?Fuck.? She cursed, perhaps a little too loudly.
?Well, have you decided where you are going to go??
The female shifted the package under her arm, and flipped her hair behind her. ?Yeah. Vegeta. Now.?
?Alright?? She punched a few keys into her computer, and smiled. ?Off you go, Ma?am.?
?Quit fucking calling me that!?
Emerging from the destroyed tube, she shook the wetness from her glistening body and shivered. Sure was cold?
?Ma?am! You haven?t??
?Can it, asshole;? she snapped, glaring at the short, white coated man. He stared back at her, confusion moving across his eyes. ?Where the hell is my clothes??
Another white coat came up, a pile of black material piled in his hands, and shoved them into her arms. ?You?re lucky we managed to salvage that Bio Armor.? He said, adjusting his wide rimmed spectacles.
?No;? She said coldly. ?You?re lucky that I haven?t chosen to fucking blow this place to hell. Just the kind of mood I am in right now.? Moving past them, she hurried off into a small room just beside a set of the long rows of empty and occupied tubes, and quickly dressed in her new suit.
Fucking lamewads?she thought to herself dryly. The whole lot of them. They took her leader, they took pretty much all of her clan?and even turned Minoshia, the Konat she had begun to grow fond of, against their brethren. She laced up the front of the suit, tucking the strings below the collar. Patting herself down, she took a deep breath and exited the room.
Her gaze lingered on the still filled tubes, just a few left?Minoshia?s drew her eyes, though. No particular reason. Sighing, she turned, wishing silently to herself for their successful escapes, and hoped everything will at least return to a sense of normalcy between the tight knit Civil Unrest clan.
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As she exited to the lobby, a voice caught her attention.
?Ma?am!! Ma?am!?
?What now?!? Violet turned, not letting one ounce of her annoyance escape.
The woman, short, mid forties, grey hair spidering through the brunette she wore in a bun atop of her head, shrank back in her chair. ?Are you one Violet Uzumaki??
Her brow forked. What the hell did these people want now? ?Yeah.?
The woman behind the desk shoved a package towards her, a small note on top. ?I was told to give you these.? She said simply, and returned to her work.
Taking the package, Violet sat in one of the plastic chairs lining the side of the lobby and unfolded the note. It was a message from the Konat, requesting she take his items and hold them for him until he managed to return. Sure?I?ll hold on to your stuff, Minoshia?and when you return, you will get it back, and then some?
She still couldn?t forget the horrible atrocities he had committed during the game. Oh well, he?ll pay sooner or later.
Opening the package, she saw assorted personal items of his, and wrapped inside of a piece of cloth, was her dragonball. So the asshole did protect it?well, that is worth SOME brownie points? Rewrapping the parcel, she went back up to the receptionist.
?Can I help you??
?Yeah?I was wondering, did you see a man, oh, a little over six feet tall, shoulder length black hair, really sexy eyes?an android, walk through here??
The woman turned back to her computer, scanning over something. ?No, ma?am. No one of that description has come through here.?
Her heart sunk a few feet. ?Do you have any idea where he could be? Name is Seventeen.?
?Hellfighter, or Android??
?Oh, for the love of Kami? Android, I guess.? She sighed, exasperated.
The woman shook her head again. ?If he didn?t come through here, then I am sorry, Miss Uzumaki, but he is dead.?
Dead. ?Dead? What do you mean, dead? I thought-?
?In certain cases, some fighters actually lose their lives. You should have read the rules.?
?I did.? Violet snapped back. ?You mean that he isn?t?alive, right??
?Exactly.?
?Fuck.? She cursed, perhaps a little too loudly.
?Well, have you decided where you are going to go??
The female shifted the package under her arm, and flipped her hair behind her. ?Yeah. Vegeta. Now.?
?Alright?? She punched a few keys into her computer, and smiled. ?Off you go, Ma?am.?
?Quit fucking calling me that!?
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