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Toledo
Sept 7, 2012 15:07:44 GMT -5
Post by Kitti Roguehart on Sept 7, 2012 15:07:44 GMT -5
*Shinji struggled out of his wet things and used the only slightly damp shirt to try and dry himself.*
"You sure you aren't Homo?"
*He asked quizzically at the Englishman's latest comment. Struggling in the cramped confines of the car he wriggled out oh his wet jeans and put on the dirty, but blessedly dry clothes from yesterday. He wrinkled his nose at the disgust of it, but it would seem that they pair would be roughing it from now on.
Sufficiently dressed Shinji climbed into the front passenger seat , though not without nearly kicking theo in the face on the way round. He threw the meger change from his own excursion into the money well next to the gear stick and let out a sigh*
"Do we have a plan? Are we staying here or making ground whilst we can?"
*Shinji was not good at being on the run, and looked to his partner in crime for answers.*
"I can get GPS up on my tablet if you need me to?"
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Toledo
Sept 7, 2012 15:45:23 GMT -5
Post by Bramwell on Sept 7, 2012 15:45:23 GMT -5
Azuya clearly hadn't noticed that he was the one that had automatically assumed that the biggest threat Izzy posed was trying to cop a feel in the dark and not say, stabbing him up, smearing himself in blood and wearing Azuya's face for the next few weeks, but instead he rolled with it and replied smoothly.
"Who knows? You'll probably start to look pretty good after a few weeks on the run."
As "Shinji" grumbled on to himself, Izzy started the car up again, the engine rumbling quietly, the wipers sloshing rain on the windscreen. It was only by chance that he avoided a knee to the face as Azuya scrambled in to the first seat, drier for his change in clothes. Hopefully his mood would brighten a little once they were back on the road, or so Izzy hoped. The next few weeks, potentially the rest of their lives, was likely to be pretty tense and Azuya was going to need to relax into the situation soon or there was likely to be problems.
In truth, Izzy knew nothing of his new comrade in arms, they'd met less than 18 hours ago and now they had to rely on each other for everything. He had to place his utter faith in the huffy Asian youth or they would be captured and arrested, tortured and executed. Not that the EDF would ever admit to such practices, of course.
"We're good. You should probably shut that thing off."
He replied finally, trying not to let the gravity of the situation hit home. A feeling of dread burbled in his stomach each time his mind wandered, so for now he would cover it with easy jokes and a false bravado. Azuya couldn't ever know the panic he really felt.
"We'll possibly need it in an emergency and we don't know when you'll be able to charge that thing. Besides, I bought a GPS map from the store."
A pause.
"We may not be able to use either long though. If they get the MAC for either, they'll probably be able to track us using it and we can't afford that kind of risk."
Checking around, Izzy pulled away from the pavement and started to drive through the street of Toledo, feeling momentarily safe in their bubble.
"I put the map in the glove compartment if you wanna have a look, you seem pretty good with gadgets. Try to look for a route further in to Ohio, using country lanes if you can. We need to start moving away from civilisation, Christ knows it's gonna hate us when they find out what we did"
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Toledo
Sept 9, 2012 16:51:46 GMT -5
Post by Kitti Roguehart on Sept 9, 2012 16:51:46 GMT -5
*With a forlorn look Azuya turned Shinji switched off his tablet and carefully placed it into his bag. He grabbed the GPS and fiddled with it effortlessly for a few minutes before getting it to calculate a route. He placed it haphazardly on the dashboard- this piece of tech was not one of his "babies"*
"Well now what, you reckon they are gonna catch us. torture us and label us Suess minions?"
*Azuya asked flippantly, trying to act cool, but probably terrifying them both all the more. He paused*
"Do you, you know, know why they are chasing us perhaps?"
*Azuya asked casually, trying to figure out what it was that Izzy knew, as he asked the question, e made himself hyper sensitive to Izzys thoughts so that he could hear what was not said as much as the Englishman's answer. It was cheap yeah but Azuya needed to know how much Izzy knew and more importantly, how much he thought he knew, th idea of Izzy turning on him and turning Azuya into an Asian pancake was not on his list of priorities.*
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Toledo
Sept 9, 2012 17:34:56 GMT -5
Post by Bramwell on Sept 9, 2012 17:34:56 GMT -5
For a moment there was peace as the pair drove down the street in silence. Azuya fiddled easily with the GPS, the technology a second nature to him that Izzy could not have mastered in a lifetime, for he was useless with most things electrical. The rain pattered of the car and it was easy to forget this wasn't just a standard road trip and in fact the pair were fleeing for their lives. The Empath quickly stamped out the calm though, with his metaphorical boot of ill-timed conversation.
"It..."
Izzy sighed as he checked the oncoming road signs, making sure not to break any further laws today. The last thing he needed was minor driving infringements on his ever growing criminal record.
"It is likely that if they catch us, they will be thorough in their investigations."
The hidden connotations lingered a moment behind that statement. If they were caught, innocent or no, they would likely be black bagged and never heard from again. As a soldier during World War 3, Isambard had seen his fair share of just what the allied forces were capable of when desperate for answers. The thought momentarily made him pale and as he recovered, dearest Shinji brought up a further topic that so far had been pussy-footed about.
"They think you're a Seuss Minion"
He said plainly. Though he wasn't sure how, he knew that whatever had happened in those moments he was unconscious, those events were pivotal to this whole mess. He played it over in his mind. He saw the rat-faced hotel owner, his eyes slick with a hunger and greed born only of avarice; in Azuya he had seen something he could exploit. Something Izzy had missed. The rage flickered through him again as he thought of the owner's inappropriate glare, as a rapist would look upon his victim, and his resolve to protect the stranger burned only brighter.
...But Izzy had failed.
In his impotence, he had been injured and Azuya had been the one to rescue him from the jaws of the big, bad wolf. Whatever action Azuya had taken had caused the boy to be labeled a terrorist,a Seuss Minion, the most despised of all things. The Crusader didn't know how, or why, or even what had happened in that hotel cafeteria, but it was his weakness that had doomed them both.
Izzy would set this right, if it could be fixed at all. He would not fail Azuya, not as he had failed his friends, his parents, his wife, his child.
The Casanova's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the force. Outwardly, a calm face reflected to the world.
"But I will keep you safe, Azuya. I promise."
The last word was whispered with a grim determination, because so long as Isambard drew breath, he would do anything to keep him from harm.
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Toledo
Sept 24, 2012 11:08:34 GMT -5
Post by Kitti Roguehart on Sept 24, 2012 11:08:34 GMT -5
*it was all going so well for Azuya, at first, he sighed with relief when he realised that Izzy had no reason to suspect him. That was until the flood of emotions washed over him as Izzy delved deep into his past. The depression, wrath and self lothing hit him like a tank, it crushed Azuya visibly and he sank whimpering into his seat. Frantically he tried to sever the connection, but the damage was done. Azuya sniffled weakly, mewling like a kitten. shaken to his very core.*
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Toledo
Sept 24, 2012 13:53:31 GMT -5
Post by Bramwell on Sept 24, 2012 13:53:31 GMT -5
Isambard was lost to his ow world of determination when he heard the gentle mewl from his companion who was now in tears.
"Azuya?"
All thoughts of his own self inflicted misery dissipated into the aether as he glanced over his Asian companion, now crunched into the seat as though trying to hide from the world. Half distracted from driving, the Crusader pulled over and leant across the car, placing a consoling hand on the other's shoulder.
"Do you...wanna talk about it?"
Izzy guessed that the reality of the situation had finally hit home for the Japanese boy who was probably feeling overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. Besides, if what happened at the cafeteria was really the item playing on Azuya's mind, then this may be his chance to weedle just a little more information from him, however underhanded.
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