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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Do You Know The Mayhem Man? Yes I Know The Mayhem Man! (CER)
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 24, 2015 2:31:47 GMT -5
Screams would fill the streets, as a blur of red sped down the roads, swerving at corners, tires screeching from the strain. Two men were in the car the driver, dress in black and red. Shout like a mad man and pumping one arm in the air, as he forced the car around bends it shouldn't take at the speed it did. The other, a suited man dressed in black. Also screaming but from abject terror, at the near misses the car had. Only to breath a sigh of relief as the car slowed, spun and stopped facing the way it had been coming from, a few meters from where the driver wanted to be. Jumping out of the car. The man looked back at the other man.
"Relax relax. I ain't killed you yet."
Mayhem would roar with laugher as he walked down the street, and pushed the door open on a bar he had not entered in quite some time. He grinned at the sight of the place, and strided through the room with a jaunt in his step. He would walk up to the bar, and see the barman. "Well well what hell gates opened and let you out bringing you here?"
"No hell could hold me, and you know it. That bottle."
He would point to one of the large bottles of vodka behind the bar, slamming 5 crisp $100 note on the counter. The bottle would be removed, with a some complaint but handed over nevertheless and the money quickly taken away.
"Much obliged Saul."
Mayhem would crack the bottle open, and take a large gulp. "Do not trash the damn place, Caine." Saul would order him, not showing fear at the death glare Mayhem gave him. Which would turn to over the top grin all of a sudden.
"I would never ever do such a thing....today."
Mayhem roared with a laugh and down more of the bottle before heading to the back. Those that normally would prevent people heading where he was were smart enough not to get in the damn way. They recognised the coat that he wore.
Mayhem would descend in to the pit below the veil and see the cage out in the main area. Before anyone could realise what he was doing, Mayhem charged bottle in hand. Leaping down and then leaping again into the side of the cage. Climbing with a insane speed, only using one hand as the other spilling vodka. Mayhem would get atop the cage, left arm out spread, his right pulling up the bottle to drink from liberally before shouting out the crowd and fighters he was disturbing.
"My my how long has it been. I'm on the prowl. Anyone here from 552. From what I've heard many a student love the underground..."
Mayhem would cut off what he was saying, as he saw something, someone in the down below that he recognised. With roaring laugher, he would drink some more before calling out to her.
"My my my little Cer bear herself. How perfect does the day be."
Mayhem would leap off the cage, on the side the would put him closest to where Cereza was, and start to walk towards her. Well walk was a word that did not do it justice, he practically danced his way there with out stretched arms.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 24, 2015 14:04:53 GMT -5
'Oh, do you know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Oh, do you know the muffin man, That lives on Drury Lane?
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Oh, yes, I know the muffin man, That lives on Drury Lane.' [OOC: Damien was given permission to NPC Saul for anyone's reference. ^_^]
--- The night was young in The Veil. Despite it still being relatively early for them the bar had more than enough patrons. Some stayed up top while most had went to the back and down below into the masses of people cheering and betting. Down below in the "Pit" as Saul named it or rather the guy before Saul had taken over did was fairly large. There was another bar down there naturally so they didn't have to continue coming back up to Saul's normally run business. Naturally there was a back entrance/exit as well but many of the combatants came through the bar usually to greet Saul first and see who was on the cards that night. In the 'Pit' there was a rather large cage in the middle of everything where everyone slugged it out. Everyone including Cereza Nova Grey, or just Nova as she went by in her fights.
--- She always enjoyed the rush and thrill of it. The nitty gritty of the underground. Honor was checked at the door, well if you were smart you'd leave it at the door. There were so many different types of fighters and you were pitted against each type so long as you won. Cereza had been finished one no more than ten or fifteen minutes and was relaxing amongst the crowd now. There were some that had tried dubbing her Queen of the ring and she always laughed. She allowed them naturally but never let it go to her head despite the confidence she held. There were plenty of times she had come so close to losing but managed to pull off some last ditch effort of a win. Losing she didn't mind so long as it wasn't to some nonsense that she should've overcome. But well she had't lost in this circuit yet. It was boring that way sometimes yet all the same not cause she had some really good fights. Her back faced the cage as she unzipped the front of her attire allowing the white sports bra to show fully. She was feeling a little hot so she needed to breath as she took a sip of her bottled water. Her headphones were on so she didn't note Damien's in the small commotion he caused with his feat.
--- The tunes played as she ignored the masses. That white fedora sitting nicely on her head though her hair wasn't tucked in this time, instead was pulled back into a ponytail. She really honestly couldn't hear him otherwise she'd rolled her eyes at his name for her. It wasn't the first time but still she couldn't fathom out of all the things he could've chose, he chose to call her something close to those tattooed stomach 'sharing is caring' care bears. Her back would be facing him as she bent over to look through her duffle bag that was sitting on a small crate on the ground. In that moment she removed her headphones putting them in the bag as she shifted through and all he was getting was her latina behind. The spandex catsuit only accented her curves. Had she know Damien was coming up behind her with open arms she'd turn to face him, but she was about to be surprised wasn't she? Besides when was the last time she had seen him anyways? That was a good question.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 24, 2015 20:32:03 GMT -5
As Mayhem came closer he would realise that Cereza had fail to both hear and see him. Back turned and headset only just being taken off. It wasn't often that someone would get the opportunity to sneak up on her like this. He would calm his dance of a step and move in slower, as to not alert her to his presence and remain silent.
Before he would suddenly wrap his arms around her waist from behind and pull her up and toss her into the air, making it so the should spin to face her as she did so. It wouldn't be hight just enough to scare her a little, before he would catch her on the way down under the arms with careful grace as not to hurt her and place her back down on her feet. The whole time her hat somehow managing to stay on like it was attached. He had always wondered how, he had seen it off before but never would have knocked it off her on purpose. He thought about his bright red jacket that he wore. You don't mess with the clothes after all.
"The pit's little Super Nova, perfect."
With that he would stand there arms out spread once more. Wondering how the much younger underground fighter would react to seeing him again. It had been some time ago, before he had ever though of allowing those so young in to his ring. He normally prowled the underground for fighters, find the best and wait for them to grow. With a flourish his free hand would reach into the inside of his jacket, and he would spin on the spot slowly, a piece of card being spun around his fingers. Twirled around and the reached out and held the card out to the younger fighter.
The card would be an advert for the tournament he would be holding at some point. A tournament for those from the school system, those that he wished to see fight to the pain on his ring floor. To find someone he already knew, that fit the bill so well, he would be pleased.
"How... have... you... been?" The words would be a loud excited noise, hit home harder by the pauses in between.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 25, 2015 0:41:36 GMT -5
--- Indeed it was a very very very rare treat for anyone to get the jump on Cereza. She usually paid attention to her surroundings especially within a big crowd. But it was 'The Pit' and she had been going there for so long that there was a certain comfort level. A level of knowing no one was stupid enough to try anything with her unless A) they were new and didn't know any better or B) they had a thing against her. Which happened on the occasion from those in rival mafia's of her step father that knew who she was and got angry cause she beat them. Those she usually heard coming cause they always opened their mouths before they actually acted. Defeats the purpose of sneak attack no? Just as she was zipping the bag she felt arms around her waist. It was so quick and she was actually caught with her guard down for once that she couldn't react accordingly. Her eyes widened with a single gasp as up in the air she went flipping around.
--- In the spin she would face him and realize who it was. Catching her she would blink a little considering it was all unexpected but then considering who it was, it wasn't at all. Of course her hat stood on. Magic, that's all anyone needed to know. It was a freaky thing but it just did. Don't mess with it. You don't go messing with people's things. He put her down and believe it if wasn't him she'd kick or knee him so hard in the balls. With a roll of her eyes she smirked unimpressed and decided not to give him an embrace this time. She just folded her arms over her chest.
"Lucky it's you Damien. Lucky I like you enough to not kick you in the balls. I actually wanna see what Hell spawns you bear."
--- She quipped in truest Cereza fashion at him. This was the norm, anything else would've just been odd. Cereza shook her head at his little showing off. Spinning around like some top and producing a card during. He was always so damn flashy but it made her laugh every time. Though there were times she managed to keep a straight face but he was ridiculous. Curious of course she naturally reached out for the card reading it over as he spoke.
"A tourny for students huh? Is this what you've been up to?"
--- Holding it with one arm folded over her stomach and the elbow of the other resting on it holding the card between two fingers. The excitement in his words cause those greys to look up to him with a smirk, not able to help herself from bantering with him.
"Don't get too excited now. It might show. There's a time and place ya know."
--- Cereza chuckled before taking a step towards him and her free hand reaching for the bottle he had been drinking from. If she was successful in retrieving it she'd take a swig and give it back. If not she'd just look at him with a smirk and a 'hmph'.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 25, 2015 1:06:48 GMT -5
Damien would let her take the card, noting the lack of hug he would normally get upon a meeting. She was obviously a little annoyed if only the slightest hint. Maybe as big as the width of the card she now held. At her teasing, knowing that while a kick to the sack could hurt him only a little, he was glad not to get one from her. Without missing a beat he would retort..
"Let find a room, and in 3 hour and 9 months, I'm sure you'd be the first to know Nova."
He would grin and wink at her, at his not so subtle teasing flirt, and arrogant mention of his own ability to last, a night of fun. As Cereza went on however he would let the grin stop for a moment. She sounded surprised, well maybe it was a little new. He did try to keep purgatory for over 18 after all. Having other places for youth fights normally.
"Yeah what you think? Wanna piece of purgatory at last?"
He would ask making not of her final ribbing she gave. He would look up to the ceiling the to where there would be back areas of the pit. Then drink some vodka and then throw in an addition to his previous flirt.
"Again there called the back rooms."
Was he serious, was he not. Could Cereza ever tell, it was hilarious either way. He would hold out the bar sized bottle out to her with one hand.
"So are you coming or going?"
He would ask, meaning if she was getting read for a night in the ring or had actually already been so. Either way he didn't mind. If she was getting ready, he got to watch the little rabbit in the ring. Always a very satisfying sight. If not well she would be free for awhile.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 25, 2015 2:11:06 GMT -5
"Only 3 hours? Is that with or without breaks? But still only 3?"
--- She playfully pouted her full lips at him. She wasn't subtle about it either with him. His banter was always on point with hers without skipping a beat. It made their interactions entertaining and it had been so long since she'd seen him that had to catch up for all the missed times. It was ironic that it had been so long considering other things, but overall he had been absent. She wasn't really so surprised at what he was planning, but more intrigued and curious as to why he was opening the gates of Purgatory to the younger crowd as he put it. Yeah sure Cereza herself was 17 it was a measly one year below his norm, but she didn't look her age at all. She never really protested cause she had all the other places she was able to fight in with no issue.
--- She couldn't lie Purgatory had interested her. Him asking her in a egging way only made her itch a little for it. That fighters itch. That wanting a challenge. Purgatory she knew would provide heightened challenges and that actually really interested her. The question really was, was either of them ever serious or not? If Mars was around he'd certainly be annoyed and protesting how she never truly gave him overly teasing flirtatious responds but did for Damien. She actually thought about that for a moment and snickered to herself. Oh the amusement it would've caused. Taking a swig of the drink she'd hand it back licking her lips of any excess liquid as she bent her knees a little scoop up her bag. She walked close to him turning and scooting herself under his arm, whether his arm laid over her shoulder or rested at her hip she didn't care.
"I had a bout already. I was considering another but considering your back I guess I'm all yours."
--- The white rabbit would glance up with a smirk and a wink. She would move once he started guiding the way. She could always change her clothes are any point.
"I like the idea, I am however curious what made you consider this. You just want to see how violent the delinquents are hmm? A true King is never without a plan."
--- She stroked his ego as usual though it really wasn't hard to do so. Laughing she would slid her free arm under his jacket as oppose to over, resting it around his waist, a little more in the middle if anything. Her other was holding the bag and the card still.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 25, 2015 12:09:45 GMT -5
Mayhem grinned at Cereza's sharp tongue, letting the girl drink and taking back the bottle after it was handed back. As she moved closer, Mayhem would indeed wrap his arm around her. Lower around the waist and pull her next to him. He could see the eyes of those that had followed his interaction with Cereza after his display a top the cage. Some having switch for him crazy nature to take in her body. His grin would turn dark and he would glare back at any on lookers. Making them look away.
"Without, they do say only once is all you need."
Mayhem would say, implying that that 3 hours would be not a the night but a single round. With that his dark grin would drop and he would start to lead the pair away. He would be heading back up toward's Saul's bar. His car was still out front. Hope she was up to a thrill while they talked.
"All mine? The men of the world will cry out."
Mayhem would continue to tease before getting slightly more serious about the question for the tournament. Did the king have a plan. Or was it just his drive to see people fight that had driven his course. Well...Money was always a nice part of any plan. However to be truthful, he personally didn't need more, his kingdom would love the additional wealth, but him he would just waste whatever he took from the take. Mayhem would lift the bottle up as the walked and tapped the side of his nose a couple time with the top of the bottle before drinking.
"Rumours reached my ears of a man of incredible ability and the student of the school that fought him off. I'm curious, those student are young still and if they can fight that well already. Just imagine the improvement of conflict the ring could bring. One might even be able to beat me. I need that thrill."
Mayhem would explain, there was more to it however. That was mealy his personal interest in the events. He did indeed have a plan, however there were still prying eyes and ear as they made there way upstairs. That explanation could wait.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 25, 2015 14:58:00 GMT -5
--- Ah witty bantering done right could brighten any sour day. With a glance from those grays she would note the stares of the onlookers. Not like she hadn't been stared at before. Besides every night that she entered the ring she was eyeballed so it was nothing new to her. Though it was more eyes than usual which made he think he must've done something crazy that she missed entirely. Oh wells. She laughed at how quickly they looked away when he stared, Damien just had that about him. Then again at his next string of words.
"Well then drink their tears."
--- If he looked down at her he would noticed a mischievous smile after that comment. Bad girl. Again she chuckled and gave a little squeeze to the area she held, pushing the side of her body a little tightly against his for a brief moment. There was his hug. With words her admitting she might've kinda sorta missed his presence even a little was totally not happening. Cereza didn't really do the whole 'missing' thing. At best she'd say things were a little lack luster without him, but 'missing'? Yeah no. His tone changed and she would glance up a little towards him as they made their way up the steps and into The Veil. Obviously the roar from down there couldn't be heard as the atmosphere changed just like his demeanor. Her brow perked but she wasn't surprised that he had learned about it. It wasn't something that could be kept so hushed. She knew about that sense of thrill all to well. It's what she looked for in a fight as well. It was the reason why she did her thieving, aside from her real father, being a master thief from what she had learned. She stole things she honestly didn't even need to. She didn't need the money or the objects either. It was the thrill. Though despite his words she felt there was something more. But to note what did intrigue her was it sounded like there was a chance to face him, she must've missed that in her quick skimming of the card.
"A crack at you in the ring? I'm already sold."
--- It wasn't for a lack of hearing his words and tone she did, but felt there might've been a need for privacy. Passing the bar she would pause, releasing him. She felt the need to change if they were going out into the cold. At least she could dress a little more warmly.
"Let me change."
--- With that she would walk past the bar and into Saul's backroom. Meanwhile Saul had been watching and smirked at them both just shaking his head and continuing about his business. He really had nothing to say other than to tell them to 'behave' but he remembered who he would be talking to and decided to just laugh it off returning to living it up behind the bar. In about five minutes she would emerged in a new attire. Always the stylish one. Hat still on but her hair was out. She still carried her duffle bag coming back over to Damien, she waved to Saul and scooted back under Damien's arm hooking around his waist again. Gray's looking up to his icy blues.
"I'm late for an important date."
--- To many those words were what they were. To a select few there was a hidden meaning. She was trying to say 'a talk was overdue'. She would let that read in her eyes, meaning she had something to say as well as he did. More likely in relation but again she'd let him lead once more.
[OOC: Minus the bag and earrings everything is the same except the shirt is white not black. HA! References FTW!]
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 25, 2015 18:58:13 GMT -5
Mayhem would laugh at her commets of drinking people tears. He was a more a vodka and redbull sort of guy. Not mixex together that was a waste. Redbull to stay awake durning the days, with the vodka straigh as part of the party. Besides tears were way to salty for his taste. Mayhem would let her break of and go change her outfit in the back. While she was gone he drink some more of the bottle of Vodka as he waited. Eventually she would reappear from the back. Mayhem would give a low whistle.
"Very nice..very nice looks comfy."
Mayhem would let them get back into their previous position before guiding her to the door and opening it for the both of them. The cold would hit them both as they stepped outside. Though they were better off then the guy in the car. He was still there, in his suit and obviously waiting for Mayhem to return.
"Take a load off Jack."
He would order and thumb over his shoulder as a visual cue as well. Jack would get out of the car and head into Saul's. As Mayhem broke off from holding Cereza and slide across the front of the car, swinging his body and landing into the drivers seat. He would wait until she got in as well, and hand her the bottle so that he would both hand free.
"I know I don't have to say this but hold onto you hat Nova."
Mayhem would say with a grin, turning the car back on before slamming down on the accellator. He probably should have been behind the wheel while having be drinking, but that never stopped him. Never would. He would start to feel the rush of speed he enjoyed before taking one arm of the wheel and drap it over Cereza's shoulder.
"I guess you want to hear the plan then. Or shall we just go have fun?
He knew that she would be expecting to get the plan explained but that was so dull. There were so many other thing they could do. However he wouldn't let her awnser, instead going into the plan anyway.
"It simple, see what the school can throw at me. See its best fighters it has to offer. Once seen I plan to sink my claw in deep and play with it to my amusement."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 25, 2015 20:11:39 GMT -5
--- Hearing his whistle upon her reemerging like usual she just smiled and continued on their merry way. Once the doors opened she felt the cold air touch what skin she exposed to it. It wasn't as cold as she originally thought. Maybe it was from being inside the whole time and warming up in the cage that the cold held no real effect on her currently. Cereza looked at the man in the car who visibly looked as pale as a ghost. Hell transparent even. The poor guy was still shaking as he got out of the car and headed into The Veil. Cereza's gaze followed him knowing he had just bared witnessed to Mayhem's driving. It was an acquire taste. She glanced over the car with a faint whistle. He was more fancy than she believe it or not. The fanciest looking car she drove once in awhile was her uncle's Mustang. Cereza loved her good ol' American muscle car, her '67 Chevy Impala. Mm the hum of the engine.
"Alright smooth criminal."
--- She mused as she got in the car. There was this little hint of anxiousness for him to start and drive off. She wanted to feel the rush. To feel the thrill, the danger. When he looked at her handing her the bottle and giving his unneeded warning he would be able to see that little glint in her eyes. Yes she made sure to buckle by the way. Still some kind of safety first geez. When the car turned on and he slammed on the accelerator, as expected, with her free hand she held her hat as she laughed and exclaimed with enthusiasm.
"WOOOOO!"
--- Her laugh turned into a calm chuckle as she took a sip of the bottle he brought. Her hair danced in the wind and if she let go of that hat it was a goner. Putting the bottle to rest between her thighs she decided to remove the hat and quickly place her long loc in a bun to avoid too much of her hair whipping herself and maybe even him. At his touch she looked over listening. Not even giving her a chance to answer he proceeded to give her the low down of his plan.
"Hmm, so you want some new toys basically."
--- She rested tilted her head back a little so when she looked at him again her cheek was resting on his arm.
"So five five two caught your attention after the attack huh."
--- Yes she knew what school he was referring to cause she went there. She was there that very day not that he knew that any of that.
"From what you said earlier I don't know how much you know, but the attack on the school was by two different parties. The Riot Squad I've learned them to be call. And this man you speak of his name is Rusty of some group called the Dragons. Not exactly sure of the connection but it's not something I bothered looking into."
--- She remained in her rested position finally sharing that information with someone. Yes she held it back before but she had nothing truly until most recently so to her it wasn't worth spreading. But since he heard something she chose to elaborate. Funny she didn't check into things considering she was all about gathering information but at the time before she didn't care. With people asking about it was peaking the little rabbit's interest. However she did want to go and have some fun tonight as she had been so busy with everything else from operations to especially little Princess Amara. That three year old had so much energy to burn, but Cereza was always able to keep up.
"So?"
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 25, 2015 21:18:02 GMT -5
Mayhem would take his hand off the wheel and stroke his chin in though, before re grabbing it quickly. Listening as Cereza passed on the info. So there was a dangerous gang and a group that named themselves after some of the most dangerous creatures of mythology.
"Interesting."
He said, the new info would actaully cause his new plan to change and adapt. Becoming more interesting and in his mind a lot more fun then what he had originally planed. See what the student's could do, beat them, claim them and then use them.
"What better thing to do with your toys, is show them off as you crush other peoples."
It was amazing, use the students in his normal way, causing destruction, making wealth and having as much damn fun as he could. He wonder just how great a claim he could put on the school. Maybe he could bring a wave of violence to the school greater then the attack from before had been. If that didn't breed better fighters what would. However with that out of the way, it was time for fun. He would remove his arm from Cereza and pull out a phone.
"Rooke. Mayhem here. I need something good for fun, drinks....music...live of course. Maybe something rocky modern something famous but something new to me."
He typed in the number and started talking, waiting as the person on the other replied as he went on and on.
"Starset. Never heard of them, but little Nova why. She better. Terminal 5 got it."
He would toss the phone over his shoulder and spin the car around, changing there destination. Expecting that Cereza could piece together what the call meant. He hope it was fun enough for the little white rabbit.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 25, 2015 22:26:33 GMT -5
"You have that look. I know that look."
--- Referring to his face after she produce the information she had recently acquired. He might've even felt the playful poke to his cheek from her finger before she grabbed the bottle from it's resting spot between her thighs. It sounded like he wanted to broadcast it which honestly didn't sound like a bad idea. Ecko probably would love to get her hands on that. She was always recording and board casting that crazy girl.
"Board casting? You know Ecko would never let you hear the end of it if you don't let her in on that."
--- That is of course if that's what Mr. Mayhem here had meant. There were various takings on the sentence to be had. He would know how much truth Cereza spoke about Ecko. She'd latch onto him like a cat until he hopefully gave into her or until she grew bored. Whichever came first. She lifted her head so he could remove his arm and took a small sip this time. Yeah no more for her after that one. Mentally she caught herself. She wasn't at her limit but she didn't want to even venture near this time. Listening to his phone call there was a glint in her eyes. She really like that band. Good music indeed. And Terminal 5? Hell's Kitchen? Umm yes? It was a popular place in New York and most certainly usually packed but come on now, it wouldn't be an issue for either. With the whipping of the car Cereza laughed placing her right on the door to prevent sliding into it.
"You're spoiling me!"
--- She chuckled in between her words. Cops were probably not stupid enough to give chance to something they weren't going to catch, so she was just enjoying his manic driving. She took out her phone and sent a text to her uncle letting him know she'd be home late or not at all. It really all depended.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 25, 2015 23:31:52 GMT -5
It wouldn't have mattered if they were stopped by the cops even if they were stupid enough to try. Mayhem would have in fact even pulled over if they tried. Before putting them down hard and fast. His lawyer would have a field day when that came up, but Mayhem would be fine in the end. He always was. However Cereza was still adding to his ideas. Broadcasting it, that would not be bad at all. He would have to wave some money around for that, and let Ecko get in on that as Cereza said. He didn't want her, gnawing his ear off after all.
"Spoiling you? Maybe I just feel like expanding my musical horizons."
That was a straight up lie and Cereza would know it. He was a adrenalin junky, the only reason he might have gone to a concert of any kind was if he could expect a mosh pit, to have some 'Fun' in. Terminal 5 would be some distance away, however at the speed that he drove, it wouldn't take long.
"And you love it anyway, don't you lie to little old Damien."
He would laugh, reaching out for the bottle with one hand, after she had some and actually tip his head back and drink while driving. Steering with his knees as he did so. He would hand the bottle back once done.
"So tell me, how have the others been while I have been so busy setting this gig up?"
He would pause.
"And the family, old Raiden and the little Firecracker?"
Mayhem would ask, referring to there mutual acquaintances like Ecko, as well as to her uncle and her niece. He hadn't met them much, but it was polite of him to ask, he had to be every now and then. The name for the little girl was one he came up with because of Nova. He often called her a Super Nova, well Amara was a little bundle of energy, almost like a small Cereza. A little Firecracker, in comparison to the her Super Nova.
He grinned.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 26, 2015 0:47:00 GMT -5
"Mmhm. "
--- She would look at him from a sideways glance. She knew his bs on that one. He was totally spoiling her and just getting his fix out it on top of it. She rolled her eyes allowing him to take the bottle but then watched with a careful eye at his antics. Yeah she knew he was a nut. Yeah he could get her killed in that car but he never did before. That still didn't mean that she shouldn't be weary enough to grab the wheel if she needed. Thankfully it turned out she didn't need to. Yet.
"Smoothly as usual. Though about time you show your face. You had Ecko concerned. She wondered if you left a will behind would she be getting your jacket."
--- Cereza looked at him and smirked. They all knew if it happened they would know about it. There wouldn't be any silence.
"My uncle is my uncle what can I say... And she's still as fiery as usual. Her energy seems to halt only when she sleeps, boiling, and then just bursts again full blown from the morning onward."
--- Cereza laughed thinking about it. Amara really was her world. She did everything for that little girl. Maybe a part of it was guilt for her father, Cereza's brother, being comatose and deep down Cereza felt it was her fault. But those were thoughts and feeling buried too far down to be felt on the surface. But those at least mildly close to Cereza knew that Amara was beyond off limits. A simple threat made and Cereza was ready and willing to take heads. One didn't even have to touch her.
"I'm sure she'll be more than happy to have you come by for her infamous tea parties."
--- She would grin and laugh. She arched her back in the seat a little stretching her arms up. She was just trying to loosen up her muscles a little. Usually have a bout she continued moving before taking a warm shower. She wasn't used to being completely stationary. She would pass over a musingly warning towards him.
"Don't kill nobody when we get there."
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 26, 2015 16:32:04 GMT -5
Mayhem would smile, it was good to hear everything was going well. He really should have spent less time away, there was no reason he had to over see detail of thing by himself. Jack and Rooke could deal with most issues of any kind, but still Mayhem had made surs to go over most things himself.
"Ha ha."
He gave to short bursts of sarcastic laugher at her, telling him not to kill anyone. You would think that he was an over the top violent man. Okay that way true to some extent. However bodies where a hassle, clean up cost more then just having punch someones face or breaking arm.
"Plus I would have to die for her to get her hands on it, even them I might just take it to the grave for a laugh."
He didn't want to get up there hopes, he may have vanished but he had a long long life left in him. As long as he had something to say about it. His health was amazing, so it was unlikey he would die from that. He had survived multiply accidents as well, so he still felt pretty lucky. Even target attacks would have some trouble. Due to the nature of his clothes.
The were Miguel Caballero, the greatest maker of fashionable but bullet proof clothing money could by. Tailor made, and flow over from the other side of the country for his use. The jacket obviously wasn't from the battle damge in places and repair. It was old, one of the first he had.
"I shall gladly suffer those parties, I have been to duller."
He said, and it was true, some of the rich and famous parties were the most boring around. It was so so sad. Regardless of other parties, the car would screeched to a halt. They had reached their party.
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