Post by Fhujeth on Dec 25, 2009 17:58:22 GMT -5
OP TOOLBOX
Technically this wasn't the first time she had been in this situation, fighting for the life of a man she held dear to herself, using a kingdom of watchmen and soldiers to fight off the dark and ever ruling opposites on the field. Her dear one’s life depended on her every move, and if by chance she was to make a bad decision, "Bloody Hell, Vincent!" Her shrill voice let out in frustration and before she could even think to control herself she threw her arm across the table, knocking the everlasting war into oblivion. "Why the Hell did you do that?"
The leader of the other troop stared innocently at her, a blankness to his gaze and an expressionless tone to his face. "Why did I do what, Roz?" Vincent quickly looked at the table, then the floor, registering what had just happened to their simple game of chess and trying to understand why she had taken such a violent action to his final move. "Why is the game on the floor? I was just about to call 'Check Mate'."
"Exactly!" Rozalynd, or Roz as her friends called her, growled, throwing her arms above her head in despair, groaning at the fact she had been so easily defeated at the hands of her pathetically weak teammate, "Is chess the only thing you're good at beisdes sewing?" She inquired absentmindedly, lowering her arms, not at all looking for a response, "'Cause that would explain a lot."
Vincent, now looking at her, gave a bemused expression, trying to figure out how to form a proper sentence in response to her question. He opened his mouth in an attempt to explain himself, yet before he could, he was cut off by his opponent yelling, shouting, and pointing toward a table behind him.
"It-It was just there a minute ago! Where did it go?!" She exclaimed, still pointing at the space in which a device resembling a toolbox had sat some while ago. Her eye twitched as she spoke, staring at the now empty space, "We are so, so, SO, f**ked!" She began to pace back and forth now, folding her arms as she went, glaring at the table with a vile stare. "You..." She turned and raised an arm at her opponent again, pointing at him with ferocity, "This is all your fault, Vincent!"
The boy stared at her some more, now having the blame put on him for something he hardly thought of concerning him, "What is gone?" His toneless voice inquired to her, trying to remain as calm as he could, so as not to upset her even further. "The toolbox?" Turning to face the table in the room, he noticed too what the girl was trying to explain, "Oh... sh*t."
"'Oh sh*t,' is right, Vincent! Now where is it!?" Taking a few steps closer, Rozalynd put her hands on his shoulders from behind, preparing to shake him senseless until he spilt the information, "Numbuh 902 cannot know about this! He can’t!"
Vincent shuddered at the codename of his sector's leader and pushed the British girl's hands off his back, "W-What makes yo-you think I took it?" He responded harshly, turning around to face her, his height overbearing hers by over several inches, "I-I didn't take anything!"
While neither of the children knew what the toolbox was, they knew they were asked to watch it closely and protect it from everything. It was their mission to do that while the others were away on an even greater mission across the globe.
Rozalynd glared at him again, her mind trying to come up with the most sophisticated reasoning a 10 year old child could."If it wasn't you, then who took it?"
Vincent blinked a few times, grasping the comment she just made inside his dense mind. "I-I'm not--" Stopping, he realized who it could have been, "You!" As he shouted that last word at her, he pointed at her, shaking his arm with force and rage, "You could have st-stolen it and put the blame on me!"
Raising and eyebrow she just glanced at him, "No, I don't think so. I wouldn't be bothered with a toolbox, if anything I'd steal your soul." She ended the conversation with that, turning around and walking toward the couch to figure out what to do about their situation.
He began to follow her until she said the last part, which ran shivers down his spine, "Y-You'd steal my soul?" This thought interested him and he moved closer, "How?"
"What do you mean, how? You actually think I am capable of that?" She scoffed, lifting her feet up onto the table, unaware of a note stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
"Y-You said you were...." Vincent sat across from her, instantly noticing the note and pointing at her foot with frustration and curiosity, "R-Rozalynd!?"
"Says the same boy who called me a murderer." Grinning, she changed her position slightly, "What?"
Vincent widened his eyes, "There is s-something on your shoe."
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Written by us both but I did a lot of the writing after she dropped. She edited it 100% and I wrote like 65% of it... She did the other. XD This is Sector E characters 858 and 745.
Technically this wasn't the first time she had been in this situation, fighting for the life of a man she held dear to herself, using a kingdom of watchmen and soldiers to fight off the dark and ever ruling opposites on the field. Her dear one’s life depended on her every move, and if by chance she was to make a bad decision, "Bloody Hell, Vincent!" Her shrill voice let out in frustration and before she could even think to control herself she threw her arm across the table, knocking the everlasting war into oblivion. "Why the Hell did you do that?"
The leader of the other troop stared innocently at her, a blankness to his gaze and an expressionless tone to his face. "Why did I do what, Roz?" Vincent quickly looked at the table, then the floor, registering what had just happened to their simple game of chess and trying to understand why she had taken such a violent action to his final move. "Why is the game on the floor? I was just about to call 'Check Mate'."
"Exactly!" Rozalynd, or Roz as her friends called her, growled, throwing her arms above her head in despair, groaning at the fact she had been so easily defeated at the hands of her pathetically weak teammate, "Is chess the only thing you're good at beisdes sewing?" She inquired absentmindedly, lowering her arms, not at all looking for a response, "'Cause that would explain a lot."
Vincent, now looking at her, gave a bemused expression, trying to figure out how to form a proper sentence in response to her question. He opened his mouth in an attempt to explain himself, yet before he could, he was cut off by his opponent yelling, shouting, and pointing toward a table behind him.
"It-It was just there a minute ago! Where did it go?!" She exclaimed, still pointing at the space in which a device resembling a toolbox had sat some while ago. Her eye twitched as she spoke, staring at the now empty space, "We are so, so, SO, f**ked!" She began to pace back and forth now, folding her arms as she went, glaring at the table with a vile stare. "You..." She turned and raised an arm at her opponent again, pointing at him with ferocity, "This is all your fault, Vincent!"
The boy stared at her some more, now having the blame put on him for something he hardly thought of concerning him, "What is gone?" His toneless voice inquired to her, trying to remain as calm as he could, so as not to upset her even further. "The toolbox?" Turning to face the table in the room, he noticed too what the girl was trying to explain, "Oh... sh*t."
"'Oh sh*t,' is right, Vincent! Now where is it!?" Taking a few steps closer, Rozalynd put her hands on his shoulders from behind, preparing to shake him senseless until he spilt the information, "Numbuh 902 cannot know about this! He can’t!"
Vincent shuddered at the codename of his sector's leader and pushed the British girl's hands off his back, "W-What makes yo-you think I took it?" He responded harshly, turning around to face her, his height overbearing hers by over several inches, "I-I didn't take anything!"
While neither of the children knew what the toolbox was, they knew they were asked to watch it closely and protect it from everything. It was their mission to do that while the others were away on an even greater mission across the globe.
Rozalynd glared at him again, her mind trying to come up with the most sophisticated reasoning a 10 year old child could."If it wasn't you, then who took it?"
Vincent blinked a few times, grasping the comment she just made inside his dense mind. "I-I'm not--" Stopping, he realized who it could have been, "You!" As he shouted that last word at her, he pointed at her, shaking his arm with force and rage, "You could have st-stolen it and put the blame on me!"
Raising and eyebrow she just glanced at him, "No, I don't think so. I wouldn't be bothered with a toolbox, if anything I'd steal your soul." She ended the conversation with that, turning around and walking toward the couch to figure out what to do about their situation.
He began to follow her until she said the last part, which ran shivers down his spine, "Y-You'd steal my soul?" This thought interested him and he moved closer, "How?"
"What do you mean, how? You actually think I am capable of that?" She scoffed, lifting her feet up onto the table, unaware of a note stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
"Y-You said you were...." Vincent sat across from her, instantly noticing the note and pointing at her foot with frustration and curiosity, "R-Rozalynd!?"
"Says the same boy who called me a murderer." Grinning, she changed her position slightly, "What?"
Vincent widened his eyes, "There is s-something on your shoe."
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Written by us both but I did a lot of the writing after she dropped. She edited it 100% and I wrote like 65% of it... She did the other. XD This is Sector E characters 858 and 745.
