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Post by Raki on Feb 3, 2008 22:03:27 GMT -5
This was it. This was the last, the last delivery he was EVER going to do. After this, he was quitting. Because he was sick of it. Sick of being sent out to deliver pizzas the most random, obscure parts of the world just because his boss couldn't seem to understand the concept of a 'prank call'. Honestly, who, out in the middle of the desert, ordered a pizza from Station Square? By the time the pizza got to them, it wouldn't even be hot anymore! Actually, no, scratch that- he WAS out in the middle of the desert, afterall. So it was still hot, alright. And so was the delivery boy- as in going to have a heat stroke, pass out, and die in the middle of the desert hot. Which was just more reason for him to quit after this. Never before did he think "delivering pizzas" would be an occupation that may get him killed. But then again, that was his luck. He could probably get a job doing desk work and somehow recieve a near fatal paper cut while licking an envelope. It just seemed to be his destiny. Dashiel Tadelesh. Whipping Boy of the Universe.He frowned as he trudged along the sandy dunes, scanning his surroundings with heat blurred vision. There weren't even any HOUSES out here. Let alone a home belonging to a "Mrs. Pleedplee" who ordered three large pizzas and a bottle of (now searing hot) soda. The tenrec sighed, shaking his head, his spines clumped together from his sweat, and he turned to return to his bike, which he'd somehow used primarily to even GET to this far out location (barring, of course, the few train rides he also took to get here). However, he never made it back to his bike, instead, rather suddenly, and probably not helped by the fact he was totting around things that radiated even MORE heat, passed out, falling forward. And forward. And forward. And - oh, it stopped. THUD.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 2:59:36 GMT -5
CRASH.CLATTER.BANG. Lance jumped in his seat, immediately twisting around and staring at the huge pile of sand that was now accumulating behind him. "Yo Doc? Inari?" he called out, ears flicking about as he listened for signs of any of the others coming to investigate. His ears flattened back along with his features. " Aw man." He hopped off the couch and cautiously approached the pile. Sand still continued to trickle from the hole above at a modest pace, and he noticed the body laying face down and unconscious within it. Lance furrowed his brow, turning the person to get a good look. One of his eyebrows migrated back up almost immediately. "Dude, a chick!" He paused, then noticing the three boxes that had ended up scattered about with 'her'. "With pizza!" Lance shook his head, finding the sense to pull out his hand-held and make an alert over what had just happened. He then knelt down to hoist the 'girl' up to carry off toward the detention center. But before that? He smirked to himself, glancing around to either side shiftily to make sure he wasn't being watched. His organic hand then sound its way toward the 'girl's' posterior and giving it a couple good squeezes. A mischievous little snicker escaped him as he hefted 'her' over his shoulder and walked off. It was awhile later when Finitevus finally got in. Having been at his legitimate job, and what's more in the middle of an appointment, it had taken him awhile to actually get away. Once having inspected the damage to his ceiling and setting a few droids to fixing it, he set off on his way to confront the intruder who apparently thought himself rather cute according to the getup he was told he'd been found in. First his network gets hacked a few days prior, and now this. He was going to line his ventilation system with razor blades after this. The pangolin scientist entered a small interrogation room with which he had ordered the still unconscious tenrec to be restrained inside of. He looked the teenager up and down a few times, his belongings having been earlier confiscated, before pulling out a laptop computer and setting it down on the room's single table. Now there was only the task of waking the tenrec up. Of course, there was only one completely reasonable way to go about achieving this. Pulling out a bottle of soda that had been found on the tenrec's person, he gave it a good shake, and then proceeded to open it while pointing its contents at him. "Wake up."
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 20:49:35 GMT -5
Few (read: No) species could breath soda. So with the onslaught of fizzy liquid, the tenrec roused from his comatose state, sputtering and flailing the best he could against his bonds. "Hey! (sputter) HEY! HEY!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 20:52:56 GMT -5
"Morning sunshine. Sleep well?" Despite the air of jest in his words, Finitevus looked dead serious.
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 20:55:30 GMT -5
Dash blinked, trying to rid himself of the blurriness of having soda in one's eyes and heat stroke on one's brain. It could of been because of the latter, but... he didn't recognize the guy in front of him whatsoever. "... who are you?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 20:59:48 GMT -5
The pangolin scoffed. "Alright, let's just cut to the chase, because quite frankly, I'm a busy man and have more important things to do than games. Who are you, who sent you. I will find out if you lie to me."
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 21:01:53 GMT -5
Cue more confusion. "... uh... Dashiel Tadelesh... and my boss. ..." ... there was no way this guy was Mrs. Pleedplee.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 21:06:23 GMT -5
Finitevus turned toward his laptop and immediately began to search for that name, still keeping on eye on Dash. "Your boss...?" he asked, urging the tenrec to finish his sentence.
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 21:47:27 GMT -5
"Luigi Franklin... the guy that owns Luigi's Pizza...?" the tenrec paused, as if just now realizing he was tied down. "... why can't I move."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 21:50:10 GMT -5
Finitevus frowned and idly pulled out a second soda. "I gathered that much from that cute little uniform of yours. Now, would you like to try telling me the truth?"
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 21:56:30 GMT -5
"... that IS the truth." Dash just... stared at the pangolin with a boggled expression. Who in their right mind would even LIE about working at such a crappy job as his??
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 21:59:25 GMT -5
"Is it?" Finitevus gave the bottle a good shake. "I think you're lying." He pointed the second bottle at Dash and twisted the cap off.
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:00:57 GMT -5
SODA SOAKING! ... POINT TWO! NOW WITH ANGRY YELLING FEATURE! "(SPUTTER) STOP THAT!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:02:39 GMT -5
The pangolin groped at his chin as he contemplated that. "No." He pulled out a third bottle and waited.
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:05:07 GMT -5
THIS WAS HIGHLY ANNOYING. DASH DEMONSTRATED HOW ANNOYING HE THOUGHT THIS WAS BY CREATING AN AFRO WITH HIS SPINES. "I'M NOT LYING. WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT WORKING AT SUCH A CRAPPY PLACE?! IF I WAS GOING TO LIE I'D TELL YOU I WORKED FOR THE CIA OR SOMETHING!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:18:55 GMT -5
Fini's eyebrows raised considerably. "Oh ho, now we're getting somewhere," he turned to his laptop and began typing something down, "Tell me, who is your superior? And at what source was your information gathered?"
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:22:25 GMT -5
Dash just... glared. Was this guy serious? "... I was giving CIA as an example of jobs that are better then delivering pizza to the friggin desert." Pause. "Some other jobs that are better are underwater basket weaver, bungie rope tester, and alpaca groomer." He frowned. "... and THAT was sarcasm."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:23:53 GMT -5
Cue a flat glare. Finitevus stood calmly, picking up the bottle he'd pulled out earlier. Gently unscrewing it he began to dump it slowly over Dash's head.
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:24:58 GMT -5
Well, he certainly wasn't going to have fun cleaning THAT out of his spines later. "........................... that wasn't necessary."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:35:04 GMT -5
"I can think of other things that aren't necessary either..." he smiled pleasantly, "Such as your life. And no, that wasn't sarcasm."
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:37:47 GMT -5
Stare. "..." More staring. ... If his hands weren't bound down, he'd be rubbing his face right now. Instead he just squinted his eyes shut and shook his head. "Why'd I even bother to go to work today..."That muttered, he looked back up at the pangolin. "What do you want from me anyway?!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:39:49 GMT -5
"Oh come now, surely I shouldn't be the one to have to answer that?"
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:42:06 GMT -5
"I already told you where I work!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:43:18 GMT -5
"And I've already made it clear I'm not buying that."
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:44:36 GMT -5
The tenrec sank back into the seat, looking frustrated. "... why don't you call my boss then?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:45:21 GMT -5
"Because I'm not buying that either."
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:46:57 GMT -5
"I guess you're too poor to afford the truth then."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 22:48:33 GMT -5
Arching his brow, the pangolin snerked, then began to chuckle into the back of his palm.
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Post by Raki on Feb 5, 2008 22:51:16 GMT -5
The tenrec just... sat in the chair. Soggy. And angry. And since the soda was drying up a bit, sticky. "..."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 5, 2008 23:00:58 GMT -5
It took the pangolin a second or two before he's calmed down, and when he did, he stared the tenrec down with a predatory gaze. "Alright, I'll give you an ultimatum. You can either explain to me how you, a pizza delivery boy as you claim, could have found an underground bastion out in the middle of a desert - to my satisfaction, of course, or... I can take the information from you by force and sacrifice your colon to science."
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