Yumei -really- just wanted to go home now! Screw the Anime Festival! Her idea of seeing America for the first time had NOT included being knocked over the head (twice), stuffed into a meat locker, wrapped into a smelly shirt, or nearly smothered with an equally smelly sack.
Americans weren't just sick, they were downright psychotic. Yumei ventured back into the main room once more, still glaring angrily around. Someone here had tried to kill her yet again, and she still had no idea who! You would have thought by now she'd have picked up on a hint, or something, but her attackers just seemed to fade away like bad dreams at sunrise.
This was getting out of hand, Yumei thought miserably. If they didn't get it right soon, she might just have to show them how herself.
Mafia Round 3: Mafia Hit - Foreign Relations:Round Two...
...I'd Like to Buy the World a Coke
“Okay…for real now. We’re really going to kill her this time. Yep. That girl is –so- dead.â€Â
“Awww, but she’s so…â€Â
“There’s no time to discriminate.â€Â
~*~
Brad hung up the phone with a moody sigh and walked to the back to talk to his female co-conspirators. “Well, they agreed on the helicopter, but it’s going to take time and they’re still asking for a hostage.â€Â
“Wait.†Mural frowned as she lugged another corpse into the walk in freezer. “Why did you ask for a helicopter?â€Â
Brad looked at the bespectacled girl as though she had grown a third eye in the middle of her forehead. “You always ask for a helicopter.â€Â
Mural dropped the legs of the cadaver with a sick thud. “What do you mean ‘you always ask for a helicopter’? You think this is some kind of game? Damn it, Brad, this isn’t a movie; people are dying!â€Â
Brad stood up, letting the chair he was sitting on fall to the floor with a loud clatter. “I –know- this isn’t a movie! I’m not stupid!†This was, in fact, getting just a little too real for Brad. Somehow everything had gone so wrong, so out of control, but stopping everything, letting everyone go, would only make things worse for them all. There was no way out.
Ellie spoke so softly that the rest of the group nearly didn’t hear her. “He really isn’t, you know.†She looked to Brad. “We know you’re not stupid.†She continued, very gently. “But I don’t think a helicopter is going to work.â€Â
Brad fiddled with the safety pin he had driven through the skin between his finger and his thumb during this talk before thumping his fist on the wall. “I’m doing the best I frickin can. If someone else has a better idea…â€Â
“Guys guys guys guys GUYS…†Justin stumbled into the back at a sprint, grabbing a nearby shelf and swinging around it a ways to stop himself. While he caught his breath, Mural muttered.
“And girls. Women. Whatever. And you left the hostages!â€Â
Justin ignored Mural’s mutterings and continued. “Guys. We got another note.â€Â
~*~
Yumei knew it wasn’t a wise idea to wander off alone, but she just couldn’t stomach being around these people any more. Besides, she knew someone was after her now; maybe it was better to lay low. Deciding the kitchen might be a better option for hiding than the back room, she wrapped the smelly work shirt tightly around herself and headed for the little fridge.
Perhaps a real American coke would cheer her up.
She bent over to grab a plastic bottle when she heard a noise behind her. Oh –not- again. A burlap sack that smelled as though it once held Columbian blend coffee beans was shoved roughly over her head, leaving Yumei in darkness.
This is just getting ridiculous now.
Then a rope pulled tight around her neck, and she thought no more.
~*~
“I can’t find her anywhere! Damn it, how did this happen?â€Â
“Wait. What was that?â€Â
The group turned as one to regard the loud report of pots and pans falling, then took off to the kitchen.
Brad couldn’t help it. He snorted a little. It was just so…cute.
A tiny girl in a too short skirt with a flour sack over her head was stumbling blindly through the kitchens. She ran into a wall, squeaked a little, and fell back on her rear end in a most comical and adorable fashion.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Brad?†Mural shot him a dirty look before approaching Yumei carefully and removing the bag from her head, observing the rope lying on the floor as she did.
Brad privately thought that she looked cuter with the flour sack on; that glare she was giving the room kind of ruined the effect in his mind.
~*~
The group huddled in the corner were talking in unhappy whispers amongst themselves but no one really cared enough to pay attention, people were dieing... Everyone has heard someone say "I'd kill for a cup of coffee" but this was getting ridiculous!
"What the -hell- happened?" One voice murmured angrily "She's not dead, you screwed up."
"Stand up and admit it." Another one agreed.
There was a shrug and lots of looking at the floor. " I thought it would work, ya know, not having to look at her. I could do it. Must not have hit her hard enough."
"Ya think?" Was the sarcastic return.
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Jinheim
20 years ago
Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence was both angry and sad. This was not uncommon, since his emotional range didn't extend far beyond these two, but today his situation actually warranted the whining and angst that was occuring in his inner monologue. Life is so unfair. All I wanted was a latte with some whipped cream and some god-damned chocolate sprinkles on it, but instead I got kidnapped by idiots. That God that I so vehemently deny the existance of yet whose name I constantly curse must truly be out to get me. Oh, woe is me. The nearly incoherent and self-pitying rant continued inside the head of Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence for a few moments until his ADHD kicked in and he got distracted by something bright and colorful.
That bright and colorful thing was a little japanese girl with purple hair and a sickeningly cute Hello Kitty backpack. Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence was, like most acne-beset, socially akward, adolescent outcasts, a complete Japanophile and obsessive anime fanatic. Somewhere in that black abyss of pain, angst, and self-loathing that Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence called a soul, was a bright little cubby where he harbored an unconditional love for anime with cute and happy storylines and adorable characters voiced by even more adorable Japanese girls.
As Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence looked at this little Japanese girl, he became sure that he was right. He had spent many nights admiring in a completely non-sexual and hands-free way ;) ;) ;) pictures of her cosplaying as the characters she voiced. He could not believe that he had been here this entire time without recognizing her or even noticing her. In a fit of raging adolescent hormones, he dashed across the room, nearly stumbling and losing his balance twice, and stopped in front of the girl.
Panting, manic, oblivious to the fact that she had almost been killed twice, and almost completely beside himself with excitement, he blurted out, "OH MY GOD ARE YOU YUMEI HIMAKE???!!!"
That bright and colorful thing was a little japanese girl with purple hair and a sickeningly cute Hello Kitty backpack. Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence was, like most acne-beset, socially akward, adolescent outcasts, a complete Japanophile and obsessive anime fanatic. Somewhere in that black abyss of pain, angst, and self-loathing that Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence called a soul, was a bright little cubby where he harbored an unconditional love for anime with cute and happy storylines and adorable characters voiced by even more adorable Japanese girls.
As Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence looked at this little Japanese girl, he became sure that he was right. He had spent many nights admiring in a completely non-sexual and hands-free way ;) ;) ;) pictures of her cosplaying as the characters she voiced. He could not believe that he had been here this entire time without recognizing her or even noticing her. In a fit of raging adolescent hormones, he dashed across the room, nearly stumbling and losing his balance twice, and stopped in front of the girl.
Panting, manic, oblivious to the fact that she had almost been killed twice, and almost completely beside himself with excitement, he blurted out, "OH MY GOD ARE YOU YUMEI HIMAKE???!!!"
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Yumei was taken aback by this strangely-painted young man who suddenly appeared in a most inappropriate way right in front of her. Her love of tradition and manners warred briefly with her ego for a short while, and then a small voice inside her told her she deserved a little cosseting.
Pulling the old work shirt around her with as much dignity as she could muster, she bowed politely to the young man and then gave him her most adorable smile.
"I'm flattered that you recognize me," she said in her somewhat broken English. "I am Yumei. This is my first visit to America."
She rubbed her head ruefully. "Perhaps my last."
Pulling the old work shirt around her with as much dignity as she could muster, she bowed politely to the young man and then gave him her most adorable smile.
"I'm flattered that you recognize me," she said in her somewhat broken English. "I am Yumei. This is my first visit to America."
She rubbed her head ruefully. "Perhaps my last."
Jinheim
20 years ago
Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence stood silent for a moment, with a dumb look on his painted face. He hadn't fully thought out this encounter, and now he was faced the terrifying and seemingly insurmountable task of actually speaking to a girl. It wasn't just any girl, either. It was Yumei Himake, one of the most KAWAII ^_^ anime voice actors in the business, and she had actually spoken to him! He mustered all of his will and focused, determined not to say or do anything stupid to embarrass himself.
"So... you enjoying your trip so far?"
He had failed.
"So... you enjoying your trip so far?"
He had failed.
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Yumei's eyes betrayed nothing of her incredulous reaction to the teenager's obvious awkwardness, and she had the good grace not to retort impolitely, although she did want to give him a taste of how it felt to be whacked in the head twice and thrown into a meat locker.
Don't be unfair, Yumei, she thought to herself. So she hid her annoyance and peered more closely at the face in front of her. Goth... the word filtered slowly into her mind. Sort of like Cosplay. No wonder he recognized her. Still, he had the look of an insecure, depressed kind of person. Her ego took back seat momentarily to the innate friendliness that really was in there somewhere, and she lowered her hand to her mouth to give him a genuine smile.
"What is your name?"
Somewhere in the back of her cute little head, she thought perhaps he was just misunderstood.
Don't be unfair, Yumei, she thought to herself. So she hid her annoyance and peered more closely at the face in front of her. Goth... the word filtered slowly into her mind. Sort of like Cosplay. No wonder he recognized her. Still, he had the look of an insecure, depressed kind of person. Her ego took back seat momentarily to the innate friendliness that really was in there somewhere, and she lowered her hand to her mouth to give him a genuine smile.
"What is your name?"
Somewhere in the back of her cute little head, she thought perhaps he was just misunderstood.
Tor
20 years ago
On the opposite side of the room, Willie cleans bubblegum from one of the corpse's shoes. Startled that Baal would talk as a fan to the Japanese girl, he listens in while etching away the funk from the tread. This'll be odd, no matter what.
Willie smacks his forehead in astonishment..."there is someone more socially inept than me", he thinks to himself. Pleased at this revelation, a contented smile splays across his lips as he continues to scrub away, whistling while he works.
Willie smacks his forehead in astonishment..."there is someone more socially inept than me", he thinks to himself. Pleased at this revelation, a contented smile splays across his lips as he continues to scrub away, whistling while he works.
Jinheim
20 years ago
Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence was stuck with a difficult decision. Should he give the woman the same name he told everyone else (which he believed was an excellent named, due to its emotional depth and roots in ancient mythology) or show his tremendous respect for her by giving her his birth name (which he was not very fond of). He decided to do both.
"Everyone else calls me Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence, but you can call me Dudley."
This was going better than he could have ever dreamed!
"Everyone else calls me Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence, but you can call me Dudley."
This was going better than he could have ever dreamed!
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Yumei was feeling slightly overwhelmed by the lengthiness of the name. So she smiled, cued the blush, dipped her head shyly, and acted appropriately flattered. "It is nice to meet you, Dudley."
The word was strange on her lips, and she knew it came out sounding an awful lot like 'Doodree' but perhaps, in this case, that was a good thing. Reaching around behind her into her backpack, she rummaged around and pulled out some Pocky. Offering it to him, she self-consciously pulled her skirt back down with the other hand.
"You seem to know a lot about anime," she said. "Were you planning to go to the Anime Fest tonight? If we get out of this, you're welcome to come along."
Not sure why she was making such wild invitations or friendly banter, she simply sighed inwardly and resigned herself to trying to forget the previous two assassination attempts.
The word was strange on her lips, and she knew it came out sounding an awful lot like 'Doodree' but perhaps, in this case, that was a good thing. Reaching around behind her into her backpack, she rummaged around and pulled out some Pocky. Offering it to him, she self-consciously pulled her skirt back down with the other hand.
"You seem to know a lot about anime," she said. "Were you planning to go to the Anime Fest tonight? If we get out of this, you're welcome to come along."
Not sure why she was making such wild invitations or friendly banter, she simply sighed inwardly and resigned herself to trying to forget the previous two assassination attempts.
Tor
20 years ago
Willie turns seventeen shades of pale pink as he shockingly tries to hold in his laugher... Baal, the Bringer of Pestilence, also known as Dudley...Do-Right, of the Canadian Mounted Police. Sputtering, trying to fight of the explosion of laughter at this unfortunate parallel that his mind just drew, he moves a bit farther away to try to hear less and reduce the chance of an aneurysm.
Jinheim
20 years ago
'Doodree' certainly sounds better than 'Baar, The Bringer of Pestirence' would, Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence thought as she offered him some Pocky. I made the right decision. Although he usually avoided sweets and candy because it went against his belief that life was to be full of nothing but suffering and misery, he was too distracted by her skirt being hiked up as she twisted to retrieve the pocky from her backpack to refuse. Plus, he didn't think he could manage to refuse anything this girl offered him. He took a bite of the pocky as he quickly composed himself and replied.
"Oh, yes *munch munch*. If I get out of this alive, I'll *munch* definately be there. I live for anime cons."
His mind raced desperately as he tried to think of something else to say to her, but he could only produce an akward silence. He anxiously took another bite of the pocky and hoped she would continue the conversation.
*munch munch*
"Oh, yes *munch munch*. If I get out of this alive, I'll *munch* definately be there. I live for anime cons."
His mind raced desperately as he tried to think of something else to say to her, but he could only produce an akward silence. He anxiously took another bite of the pocky and hoped she would continue the conversation.
*munch munch*
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Yumei ignored the way the makeup on Dudley's face picked up little bits of Pocky, making him look... well, a little bit like a puppy, she supposed, thought she wasn't really sure quite how.
His adoration was soothing, and it never once occurred to her that this might just be one of the people who was trying to kill her. He talked the talk but it didn't seem like he could walk the walk... if the way he'd stumbled over here in the first place was any indication.
So Yumei politely continued to ask him any number of mundane questions, from his favorite color (let's see.... black, black, or black?) to his favorite kind of food. She didn't think it occurred to him at all that she was just trying to be nice. But then again, he was a fan-boy! They were all like this.
She sure wished she had a coffee though, all this talk was making her thirsty. She licked her lips unconsciously...
His adoration was soothing, and it never once occurred to her that this might just be one of the people who was trying to kill her. He talked the talk but it didn't seem like he could walk the walk... if the way he'd stumbled over here in the first place was any indication.
So Yumei politely continued to ask him any number of mundane questions, from his favorite color (let's see.... black, black, or black?) to his favorite kind of food. She didn't think it occurred to him at all that she was just trying to be nice. But then again, he was a fan-boy! They were all like this.
She sure wished she had a coffee though, all this talk was making her thirsty. She licked her lips unconsciously...
Jinheim
20 years ago
Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence decided that it was time to up his game.
"So, have you ever considered doing hentai work? I bet you would sound great as a girl being forcibly penetrated in all three holes by demon tentacles."
"So, have you ever considered doing hentai work? I bet you would sound great as a girl being forcibly penetrated in all three holes by demon tentacles."
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Her pretty brown eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously. Yumei's face suddenly became pale.
"Who told you that?" she snapped. "And how much did they offer you to come and talk to me?"
"Who told you that?" she snapped. "And how much did they offer you to come and talk to me?"
Jinheim
20 years ago
Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence was confused. Was Yumei already involved in the hentai industry? Perhaps under a fake name? A boy can only dream. Hearing her voice.. like that... his spankbank would be full for months.
"I... what? No, no. No one told me anything, it was completely my own idea! It's just that whenever I think about your voice, I always imagine it in situations like that, and it always sounds great in my head!"
Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence winced. Even he could recognize the horrifying blunder he had just made. Oh, man. That came out completely wrong.
"I... what? No, no. No one told me anything, it was completely my own idea! It's just that whenever I think about your voice, I always imagine it in situations like that, and it always sounds great in my head!"
Baal, The Bringer of Pestilence winced. Even he could recognize the horrifying blunder he had just made. Oh, man. That came out completely wrong.
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Unable to resist herself this time, Yumei whipped an unbelievably enormous paper fan out of her tiny little backpack and, with lightning speed, nearly bent it double over Dudley's head.
She leaned forward as if to put emphasis on her words, trying not to put her chest in boy's face, but she was pretty worked up.
"For the last time, I... don't... do... hentai!"
With that it was over. She flushed a tiny bit, primly straightened her fan and tucked it into her backpack, and leaned her head back.
Damn her agent.
She leaned forward as if to put emphasis on her words, trying not to put her chest in boy's face, but she was pretty worked up.
"For the last time, I... don't... do... hentai!"
With that it was over. She flushed a tiny bit, primly straightened her fan and tucked it into her backpack, and leaned her head back.
Damn her agent.
Jinheim
20 years ago
Baal, The Bringer Of Pestilence stood in shock after being bitchslapped by a comically huge Japanese paper fan. He had ruined everything, and any chance of friendship with Yumei. Tears welled up in his eyes and his jaw started to quiver, and then he suddenly burst into tears and ran from the room as he rushed to lock himself in the bathroom and cry.
LIFE IS SO UNFAIR!
LIFE IS SO UNFAIR!
Eve
20 years ago
Perched on one of the little chairs, elbows leaning on the table, she watched the goth boy talking to the purple haired girl who seemed to have a nasty habit of being bashed in the back of the head. It was all very odd. Not just those two, but this whole day was just snowballing out of control. She knew why, or at least could guess, what was going on with her captors. But what about these other hostages? It seemed that the ones keeping them here were the ones that seemed to keep riding to Yumei's rescue, yet weren't they the ones who were supposedly the danger? It was beginning to look like that really wasn't the case after all. Perhaps she should go try to hang out with the crazies holding them, because the crazies out here were more deadly by far....
About the time she came to that conclusion, Yumei cracked "Baal" over the head with her fan and the fan boy ran from the room in tears. Kelly couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"There's something you don't see every day," she giggled, fan beaten by fan!" Her laughter continued until she too cried, though her tears were more a case of simply laughing too hard, or so she told herself.
About the time she came to that conclusion, Yumei cracked "Baal" over the head with her fan and the fan boy ran from the room in tears. Kelly couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"There's something you don't see every day," she giggled, fan beaten by fan!" Her laughter continued until she too cried, though her tears were more a case of simply laughing too hard, or so she told herself.
ROzbeans
20 years ago
Carol watched the whiny little goth boy run to the bathroom in tears. With as much emotion and compassion that she could muster she reacted accordingly.
Carol laughed so hard she snorted.
Carol laughed so hard she snorted.