Post by The B-Witch on Jul 7, 2010 12:30:31 GMT -5
*The bakery was on fire thanks to the battle with Llyron. But it was nothing the built in sprinkler system could not handle...and it did have one benefit...it drove Llyron off. He would be gone a awhile...and the heat would have weakened his seaborn powers considerably.
With that prince of atlantis out of the way....the schemer could attend to other matters. Notably....Hard Core was recovering from the effects of Llyron's weapon. Using the omniblaster as a cane to hobble to her side....the Schemer inquired as to her condition.*
Feeling better, dearie?? Grab a few bags of chips from the counter up front. They'll help you replace the lost salt that ninnynoodle Llyron's weapin stole from you.
*That accomplished...he sent out a telepathic signal to other agents nearby. Those newer ones still loyal...and his son...Prodigy. He needed time to bake the exploding nanties into the cookies, pies and donuts....not to mention the other weaponized bake good his lethal bakery was going to produce. And that could hardly be done with the national guard and MRD coming forth to attack.*
This is one of my best scheme's honeypot. *He said to Hard Core.* Imagine...bringing the nation its knees from a bakery. Don't you agree, pumpkin??
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"I'm a bit better..." She had to rummage through the chips before finding some that didn't further upset her unfortunately delicate nature. The kids seemed to be very picky about her eating habits, and having to replenish salt to her system was going to have them raging. "Whoever came up with salt and vinegar chips needs to be shot."..she says before putting a handful into her mouth.
She winces a bit at the flavor, but finishes the bag easily enough as her elderly darling continued talking.
"It's definitely one of your more imaginative plans. Though, bakeries have been fattening them up for a long time, incinerating them with nanites and saturate fats will be fitting."
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He was cruising down the road, Lotus reaching 125 miles per hour, the electrical poles whispering by like a transparent wall on each side of the road, the heads up display and windows going black and the driver seat laying back. The steering wheel collapsed and went into the dash board, and Prodigy laid back relaxing. "Lotus, do you always have to drive as fast as you do..." He laughing as he reached over pulling his cellphone up checking it.
"Yes Winston, I always have to drive this fast, I don't think you understand what it is like to have a consciousness and be a car, but at times...it's very TIRING..." Winston groaning and smacking his forehead with his palm. "Lotus, that's horrible..." The car chuckling as it pushed to 150 miles per hour, the car whistling down the road, an erruption of dust rolling up from the gravel road below them.
As they entered town a cop pulled off the side of the road flipping it's lights off, being surrounded by the dust of the gravel road it lost all visibility, pulling off the side of the road to try and get a glimpse at the car that had gone by faster than it could be seen, the cop pulled off the side of the road, the wheel tipping into a ditch, the cop car sliding down and crunching into the dirt. Further down the road the car would come to a stop, the hatch door would slide up, and Winston's seat would raise up, he sitting up and getting out. "Thanks for the ride Lotus!" The car chuckling. "Not a problem Winston, I'll be here if you need me..." The skin of the car morphing into a 1988 Chevy Cavalier with some rust, the door shutting, engine going off.
He smiled and walked into the shop, adjusting his tie as he looked left and then right, seeing his father he whispered to him in his mind. ~"Hey Pops..."~ Smelling cookies his stomach began to grumble. "Awww man, those cookies smell awesome, can I have one Grandma..." His lips curling into a grin as he began to laugh loudly walking over to Schemer and taking a seat, unbuttoning the button on his suit jacket, his blue eyes gazing around.
He then looked at Hardcore and smiled, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi Mom..." Looking around at stuff and finally saying..."There any fruit around here...dying for an apple here..." He relizing he touched the counter top, he walked over to the sink and began washing his hands, taking some time to wash them good and long, closing his eyes with a sigh of relief.
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Man, my head still hurt. You'd think I'd have gotten used to it by now. I hadn't. I had a constant headache for the last 16 years. I cracked my neck. The cardboard box set up before me always drew them in. Those losers that thought they knew everything. heh. "Come on pops. Which one is it under? fourty bucks if you pick the right one." I knew he couldnt. I was reversing my scam this time. You know. A girl had to eat and sleep somewhere instead of the streets. The old man looked at me leachoursly and I smiled at him while I really just wanted to tear his nuts off and shove them in his mouth. I guess, having a constant headache really did make a girl a pregnant dog. Or I really was just in a bad mood. Nah, I was in a bad mood because the old man wanted to touch my boob. I let him.
This time. He reached out a trembling hand and then pulled it back. "Come on pops. I ain't got all day." I said. He nodded. "So you gonna give me a date, too?" I looked at him under the sunglasses I wore. I toyed with the ring of my lip and chuckled as charmingly as I musted. "Depends on if you lose or win." I said, giving a shrug. "You lose, I get the money and you can have a date. Its the least I can do." I grinned. "If you win, well you can just buy me dinner, deal" of course I had no intentions of giving this grandpop a date. I'd just as soon kick his teeth in than let him touch me again. And I had a feeling thats all he was good for anyway. That an a few extra twenties in his wallet. He grinned wider, reached out and picked up the old paper cup. The ball wasn't there. Of course it wasn't. It was in my glove. Duh.
"Aww sorry old man, you lose." I deftly picked up the cup furthest away and the ball was in my hand. I'd gotten pretty d**ned good at this over the years. But blocking his thoughts and everyone else for a five mile radius was wearing on me. I wanted to get high, ya know? just for a few hours of sleep. I snatched up the money, stuffed it in my pocket and smiled. He was not happy. "Whoa old man.. it was a fair game." I said. He leered at me. "You cheated me you little very *friendly* person!" he snarled and dove over the box. I jumped about three feet, landed my right foot on his back and headed across the street, ducking right towards the bakery. The old man was giving chase, but I didnt care. I was younger, and faster. I just needed a place to hide.
Could I pick them or what? I ducked into the Donut shop, hit the floor and lay there as the old man and his friends ran past. "f***.. them old buggers are runnin faster these days.." 'course I didnt know if there'd be customers.
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*Pleased Hard Core was feeling better...he turned his attention to taking some pies out of the oven....special pies with C4 filling. Meanwhile....the battle between his clique agents...the police....rogue elements of the old clique...and the new gods had been moved quite a distance from the bakery....leaving the Schemer time to complete his plans.*
Truly my telepathy is potent, sweetums. *He boasted to Hard Core.* I managed to get an entire squad of police to attack the clique and not come into the donut shop. Do you know how difficult it is to get a police officer to forget about donuts??
*He laughed at his own attempt at humor...and greeted his son with a hug after he had greeted Hard core with a kiss.*
Hello Porkchop!!! And how's my big man today!! *He gestured to the counter where the real donuts were placed.* Here my boy...have some coffee and donut...a big strapping young man like you needs to eat. And after you eat....I'll show you the complex nature Granny's newest Scheme.
*Behind him....another oven went off....and motioned for Hard Core to get it. Even as he did so...someone stepped into the shop.*
Everyone act natural....we've customer. *He said telepathically to Hard Core and Winston Jr.* We don't want this nice young lady to suspect this is just a front for the Clique.*
Hello!! *The Schemer said brightly as the the shapely young woman in red appeared in the bakery....how can Granny help you?? Perhaps some chicken pot pies....fresh from the oven, dearie??
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"Hey kiddo." She kisses Winston the younger's cheek.
She watches him head to the sink and shakes her head a bit, then looks back to her darling. "I can imagine...though, the smell has been making me hungry in here." She rises slowly as the oven goes off and grabs a mitt to open it, pulling the explosive pastries out gingerly, as the pan was hot, and the food on it was dynamite.
"Someone got past the cops outside? They really are distracted, though I think the fight may have moved farther south by now." She sets the pan down gently, then takes the mitt back off before absconding with a scone near the "safe to eat" food.
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He saw her enter the place falling down seeing people running by he held his hand out, the men stopping in step. He smiled as he closed his eyes, then unbuckled their belts and unzipped their pants, letting them fall around their ankles, pulled their mind's thoughts of the last day of time, pulled their wallets out and pulled the money from them...then vaporized their wallets, letting them go from his telekenetic hold as they fell down in the street bare asses showing.
As his eyes opened they glowed a bright blue, it was so easy to read her mind, for god sakes she had an open telepathic river of information swarming in and out of her. He looked at his father then to the lady and smirked. "She isn't a normal customer dad..." Taking a donut over to her and kneeling down. "Welcome to Grannies donut shop..." He looking over his shoulder. "What is the name of this place pops?" He laughing then looking back to Angelina, his eyes looking into her's. He could sense her pain, her overwhelmed sense of telepathic overload...and without a word reached down placing his hand on her shoulder.
A soft blue glow slid over Angelina's body, a telepathic resonence field wrapping over every inch of her as he attempted to help her up, her mind being freed completely of the thoughts of all those that were within a five mile radius except for other telepaths, which there were currently only two around, he smiling and attempting to move her to a chair. "Come, Grandma just made some donuts, you look like you could use something to eat, or a drug rehab program...my name is Winston." He smiled walking with her to the counter if she would go, then he would eat one of the many donuts on the plate, after the first bite, relizing he'd not washed his hands in the last five minutes moved over to wash them clean, looking at the donut he'd laid down relizing it wasn't set on a clean counter, and reached down throwing it away, then washed his hands again.
Schemer...~"Your not the only one that's been screwing with the minds of the cops pops..."~ He looking over at his dad and starting to laugh. ~"And I'm not talkin about Alyssa either."~ He laughing some more and smirking. ~"But she's my favorite to screw with."~ He continue to wash his hands.
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She hadn't fallen, she'd kicked the door open and slide across the floor on her stomach. Everything she owned was either on her person or stashed at the train station lockers. Actually she was wearing and carrying everything she owned. Drugs included. heh. 'course those weren't being broadcasted. Her thoughts were muted compared to those around. The guy went to touch her, she slapped his hand away and did the crab crawl backwards on her ass to get away from him. The door stopped her from going further as her back hit it. Bloodshot eyes looked up at Winston Jr. Then slid over the old pregnant dog and the pregnant chick. ".. Kanas is far far away... f*** me." she muttered, then stumbled as she tried to stand, and act like she slid across floors on her stomach all the time.
"I.. uh... " her eyes narrowed. She could hear everything the two speaking telepathically were saying and she could read the outpour of emotions too. That part always made her sick. Her already pale skin grew a bit more white but her stomach growled loudly. Warning! warning.. tangent incoming. She mused in her mind. the f*** did I walk in on. Right right. That guy isn't what he looks like. This touchy guy isn't what he appeared and I'm not sure but the babe isn't either..
"I'll stay here, next to the door. If its all the same to yous folks." it was clear she was speaking in 'bum'. She was educated, but mostly because she liked to read. And she'd went to good schools before her family abandoned her no longer able to deal with her.. gifts. ****s. Cheap bastards and cowards.
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*The Schemer's wrinkle face soured at the mention of Alyssa.*
Really my son...must you upset Granny with mention of the big meatloaf girlfriend of yours. Please refrain from doing so.....*His eyes narrowed dangerously.* Or you'll make granny very...very angry.
*He turned to mention his distaste for Winston Junior's choice of girlfriends.....when his new woman made quite an enterence....and her low apparel instantly convinced the Schemer he was likely dealing with a fondling woman. A street walker....better known in street lingo as a hooker. Even the better neighborhoods had them apparently.*
Stand by the door?? *He glanced at his son...then at Hard Core....shaking head in the process.*
Now really, pumpkin...this is a store set up to making money...we don't allow pickups in here. The local woman's shelther is a mile down the road dearie.
*The Schemer turned to Hard Core and his son.* Toss her out my dumplings. Bakery or not...we can't have tarts in here.
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"I don't know, Granny...it looks like she's been thrown out of a few too many places already."
She looks the girl over, thinking she looked like a rather tasty tart anyway and picks up the tray of safe donuts and walks over to her.
"Really, you do look like you're a bit starved. Go on, help yourself...on me."
She glances back to son & ancientwomanlikefiance, then back to the girl. "You'll have to excuse them, they've never had it rough before...living on the streets."
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"Okay, listen up wrinkles.." Ang pointed a finger at the old lady. "You shouldn't just suspect someone of being a hooker..." he hadn't said it, he thought it. "And another thing, Wrinkles, just because I wont go down on you doesn't mean you have to be so pissy about it. I'm sure you were pretty hot in your day..." she smirked and glanced at the pregnant woman. "I can throw myself out Lady. I'm used to it..." well she should be. Her own parents kicked her out when she was 12. Not to many kids could have survived this long and NOT truned to trolling for tricks.
Ang couldnt back up any more, with the wall stopping her from doing so and reaching around to find the doorknob wasnt exactly a smooth thing to do at the moment. "Thanks, but I'm not into women. So if your still offering one of those without eating it ON you... " Ang gave a half smile at the woman. "Sorry.." she muttered reaching for a donut and shoving half of it in her mouth speaking around it. "thanks. really..." she chewed slowly however, as if she knew this was the last bit of food she was going to get for a week or more. And that wasn't far from the truth.
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*The Schemer raised an eyebrow at Hard Core as instead of doing as he bode...and tossing this shapely strumpet into the street where she belonged....instead...she offered the little minx food.*
Help yourself?? Those are free, dearie. *He said to Hard Core....but then...she was offering to pay...and that made all the difference. The Schemer had charity in his heart for the less fortunate....provided it was being paid for by others..or he could write it off his taxes.*
Well...in that case...help yourself my dear. *He to Angelina. But his mood soured once more as Angelina retorted to his remarks with a series of crass old lady comments.*
Wrinkles indeed!! Tiresome trollop. What nerve. Really my darling...*He said to Hard Core...you should be be defending your Granny's honor at this point.
*His telepathic powers picked up the presence of the MRD swat units...they drove down the block...and went into the midst of the battle between the clique agents...new and old going on down the block. But one truck stopped in front of the bakery. Mutant detection devices...that could sense a mutant's presence via the higher electrical functions of the brain had no doubt told them mutants were inside the bakery.*
Blast and botheration....curse that ninnynoodle, Llyron. When he attacked the bakery...he must have destroyed the dampening fields preventing us from being noticed.*
He grabbed a tray of donuts...and stuck timers in them.*
Jelly donuts with C4 filling sweetums. *He said to Hard Core.* Shall we greet our guests with some free samples.
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She hears her darling wrinkly old ass's comments and glances outside to see the SWAT team vehicle and furrows her brow. She sets the plate with the safe donuts down and gets one of the single serving bottles of milk and sets it down next to it.
She motions for the younger woman to sit at the table, "Go on, sit down and eat, we'll take care of the boys in blue."
She moves over to the tray of "fresh donuts" and picks it up and moves to the door, opening it to let the aroma waft towards the boys in blue. Offering the donuts once, before simply letting them fly at the men, armored or not to flash fry them, as it were.
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Ang rolled her eyes and swallowed the first half of the donut. She licked her lips and grinned at the 'old lady'. "Trollop? Tart? come on pops. " and she winked at the old lady. "You can do better than that can't ya?" Then she felt his mood sour even more. Quickly looking out the door, then back at the two in the shop she cursed under her breath in spanish. She'd been dodging these guys for a while now. It wasn't easy, but it was doable. She shoved the rest of the donut into her mouth and nearly swallowed it whole as she dug into her bag. She pulled out something that looked like a gun, though it really was kind of special. She'd taken it off the last agent that'd tried to tag her. And she was pretty d**ned sure she was a beacon going off.
Ang looked at the Pregnant woman and blinked a couple times. "I can help you know..." she muttered softly, but moved out of the way, tucking the nuerolizing device back into her bag, and kind of hoping it hadn't been seen. She didn't use it if she didn't have to, as it drained the battery and she didn't really have the device to recharge it. Emergancy use, more or less. Shuffling to the counter, she eyed the milk, dug a dollar from her pants and put the wrinkled bill on the counter where the milk had been sitting before she picked it up and drank it. All the while keeping a bead on the boys outside. Not to mention Wrinkles and Hard Core. 'course she should have just ran out the back. But this was mildly more interesting.
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Oh most assurdly I can do better, woman. *He said in kindly tone that was the direct opposite to his threatening words.* Stick around dearie....perhaps I will show you. But for now...I've other matters to attend too.
*The Schemer....hobbling forward slowly on rickety...aging legs...opened the door to the bakery as the MRD appoarched.*
Hold right that, grandma. You and everyone inside is under arrest. You're not registered mutants. Article C...section 3 paragraph 2 of the mutant registion act states....
*The old woman interupted making a dry sound in her throat.* I know what says dearie....that ninnynoodle Senator Kelly...and his token mutant lackey senator Lamont are fools....just as you are sweetums.
*He set a timer on the C4 filled donut...and tossed it at the leader of the MRD squad. there an explosion....and the man was gone...blown up. The rest of the MRD took defensive positions one yelling....*
Holy crap!!! That crazy old pregnant dog killed the captain!!
Well...such langauge!!! Is their no respect for the elderly?? Snap that naughty little monkey's neck.
*He looked back in at Angelina at this point.* Enjoying your treats my dear??
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"Snap that naughty little monkey's neck?" She chuckles softly, simply taking another pastry and flings it into the open door of the SWAT vehicle to watch it burst into flame, followed by the explosions of the ammunition inside going as well. She lifted into the air slightly, then began to simply dash around the rest of the SWAT team, either pulling their weapons from them, or flinging them back against the flaming charred remains of their transport. And of course, simply snapping the one man's neck like a twig underfoot.
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The explosion didn't cause Angelina to drop down or yelp. She was used to it. Ducking and hiding was easy compared to just outright dealing with them. Of course, she wasn't as outnumbered here and technically they weren't just after her, now were they? She grinned widely watching Hard Core. The girl had many secrets, though she was sure that old woman thing could find them out in a heartbeat. Not something she was looking to stick around for. Sometimes you just had to.. hide things. Despite not being anything the old bat had suggested she was there were still things the kid wasn't proud of. She closed her right before chuckling and finishing her milk. "five....four..." BOOM.. 'Oops.." she shrugged. Ang snickered softly, then had a serious expression on her face as he looked back at her. "Yes, thank you Grandma." oh that was hard to say without laughing outright. She was slowly but surely inching towards the back of the shop. It had to have a back door, and that was her destination. She didn't swipe any of the 'good' donuts. Nor did she take anything else that was ediable. Hell she didn't steal anything from the shop at all.
"Thanks for the milk.." she nodded to the counter. "Hope thats enough..." she was still grinning but that was kind of hard to do when her head felt like it was going to explode. "I'll just see myself out...." she knew she was talking to herself but hell it just helped her cope. Finally she turned and moved toward the back, looking for the exit.
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With that prince of atlantis out of the way....the schemer could attend to other matters. Notably....Hard Core was recovering from the effects of Llyron's weapon. Using the omniblaster as a cane to hobble to her side....the Schemer inquired as to her condition.*
Feeling better, dearie?? Grab a few bags of chips from the counter up front. They'll help you replace the lost salt that ninnynoodle Llyron's weapin stole from you.
*That accomplished...he sent out a telepathic signal to other agents nearby. Those newer ones still loyal...and his son...Prodigy. He needed time to bake the exploding nanties into the cookies, pies and donuts....not to mention the other weaponized bake good his lethal bakery was going to produce. And that could hardly be done with the national guard and MRD coming forth to attack.*
This is one of my best scheme's honeypot. *He said to Hard Core.* Imagine...bringing the nation its knees from a bakery. Don't you agree, pumpkin??
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"I'm a bit better..." She had to rummage through the chips before finding some that didn't further upset her unfortunately delicate nature. The kids seemed to be very picky about her eating habits, and having to replenish salt to her system was going to have them raging. "Whoever came up with salt and vinegar chips needs to be shot."..she says before putting a handful into her mouth.
She winces a bit at the flavor, but finishes the bag easily enough as her elderly darling continued talking.
"It's definitely one of your more imaginative plans. Though, bakeries have been fattening them up for a long time, incinerating them with nanites and saturate fats will be fitting."
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He was cruising down the road, Lotus reaching 125 miles per hour, the electrical poles whispering by like a transparent wall on each side of the road, the heads up display and windows going black and the driver seat laying back. The steering wheel collapsed and went into the dash board, and Prodigy laid back relaxing. "Lotus, do you always have to drive as fast as you do..." He laughing as he reached over pulling his cellphone up checking it.
"Yes Winston, I always have to drive this fast, I don't think you understand what it is like to have a consciousness and be a car, but at times...it's very TIRING..." Winston groaning and smacking his forehead with his palm. "Lotus, that's horrible..." The car chuckling as it pushed to 150 miles per hour, the car whistling down the road, an erruption of dust rolling up from the gravel road below them.
As they entered town a cop pulled off the side of the road flipping it's lights off, being surrounded by the dust of the gravel road it lost all visibility, pulling off the side of the road to try and get a glimpse at the car that had gone by faster than it could be seen, the cop pulled off the side of the road, the wheel tipping into a ditch, the cop car sliding down and crunching into the dirt. Further down the road the car would come to a stop, the hatch door would slide up, and Winston's seat would raise up, he sitting up and getting out. "Thanks for the ride Lotus!" The car chuckling. "Not a problem Winston, I'll be here if you need me..." The skin of the car morphing into a 1988 Chevy Cavalier with some rust, the door shutting, engine going off.
He smiled and walked into the shop, adjusting his tie as he looked left and then right, seeing his father he whispered to him in his mind. ~"Hey Pops..."~ Smelling cookies his stomach began to grumble. "Awww man, those cookies smell awesome, can I have one Grandma..." His lips curling into a grin as he began to laugh loudly walking over to Schemer and taking a seat, unbuttoning the button on his suit jacket, his blue eyes gazing around.
He then looked at Hardcore and smiled, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi Mom..." Looking around at stuff and finally saying..."There any fruit around here...dying for an apple here..." He relizing he touched the counter top, he walked over to the sink and began washing his hands, taking some time to wash them good and long, closing his eyes with a sigh of relief.
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Man, my head still hurt. You'd think I'd have gotten used to it by now. I hadn't. I had a constant headache for the last 16 years. I cracked my neck. The cardboard box set up before me always drew them in. Those losers that thought they knew everything. heh. "Come on pops. Which one is it under? fourty bucks if you pick the right one." I knew he couldnt. I was reversing my scam this time. You know. A girl had to eat and sleep somewhere instead of the streets. The old man looked at me leachoursly and I smiled at him while I really just wanted to tear his nuts off and shove them in his mouth. I guess, having a constant headache really did make a girl a pregnant dog. Or I really was just in a bad mood. Nah, I was in a bad mood because the old man wanted to touch my boob. I let him.
This time. He reached out a trembling hand and then pulled it back. "Come on pops. I ain't got all day." I said. He nodded. "So you gonna give me a date, too?" I looked at him under the sunglasses I wore. I toyed with the ring of my lip and chuckled as charmingly as I musted. "Depends on if you lose or win." I said, giving a shrug. "You lose, I get the money and you can have a date. Its the least I can do." I grinned. "If you win, well you can just buy me dinner, deal" of course I had no intentions of giving this grandpop a date. I'd just as soon kick his teeth in than let him touch me again. And I had a feeling thats all he was good for anyway. That an a few extra twenties in his wallet. He grinned wider, reached out and picked up the old paper cup. The ball wasn't there. Of course it wasn't. It was in my glove. Duh.
"Aww sorry old man, you lose." I deftly picked up the cup furthest away and the ball was in my hand. I'd gotten pretty d**ned good at this over the years. But blocking his thoughts and everyone else for a five mile radius was wearing on me. I wanted to get high, ya know? just for a few hours of sleep. I snatched up the money, stuffed it in my pocket and smiled. He was not happy. "Whoa old man.. it was a fair game." I said. He leered at me. "You cheated me you little very *friendly* person!" he snarled and dove over the box. I jumped about three feet, landed my right foot on his back and headed across the street, ducking right towards the bakery. The old man was giving chase, but I didnt care. I was younger, and faster. I just needed a place to hide.
Could I pick them or what? I ducked into the Donut shop, hit the floor and lay there as the old man and his friends ran past. "f***.. them old buggers are runnin faster these days.." 'course I didnt know if there'd be customers.
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*Pleased Hard Core was feeling better...he turned his attention to taking some pies out of the oven....special pies with C4 filling. Meanwhile....the battle between his clique agents...the police....rogue elements of the old clique...and the new gods had been moved quite a distance from the bakery....leaving the Schemer time to complete his plans.*
Truly my telepathy is potent, sweetums. *He boasted to Hard Core.* I managed to get an entire squad of police to attack the clique and not come into the donut shop. Do you know how difficult it is to get a police officer to forget about donuts??
*He laughed at his own attempt at humor...and greeted his son with a hug after he had greeted Hard core with a kiss.*
Hello Porkchop!!! And how's my big man today!! *He gestured to the counter where the real donuts were placed.* Here my boy...have some coffee and donut...a big strapping young man like you needs to eat. And after you eat....I'll show you the complex nature Granny's newest Scheme.
*Behind him....another oven went off....and motioned for Hard Core to get it. Even as he did so...someone stepped into the shop.*
Everyone act natural....we've customer. *He said telepathically to Hard Core and Winston Jr.* We don't want this nice young lady to suspect this is just a front for the Clique.*
Hello!! *The Schemer said brightly as the the shapely young woman in red appeared in the bakery....how can Granny help you?? Perhaps some chicken pot pies....fresh from the oven, dearie??
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"Hey kiddo." She kisses Winston the younger's cheek.
She watches him head to the sink and shakes her head a bit, then looks back to her darling. "I can imagine...though, the smell has been making me hungry in here." She rises slowly as the oven goes off and grabs a mitt to open it, pulling the explosive pastries out gingerly, as the pan was hot, and the food on it was dynamite.
"Someone got past the cops outside? They really are distracted, though I think the fight may have moved farther south by now." She sets the pan down gently, then takes the mitt back off before absconding with a scone near the "safe to eat" food.
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He saw her enter the place falling down seeing people running by he held his hand out, the men stopping in step. He smiled as he closed his eyes, then unbuckled their belts and unzipped their pants, letting them fall around their ankles, pulled their mind's thoughts of the last day of time, pulled their wallets out and pulled the money from them...then vaporized their wallets, letting them go from his telekenetic hold as they fell down in the street bare asses showing.
As his eyes opened they glowed a bright blue, it was so easy to read her mind, for god sakes she had an open telepathic river of information swarming in and out of her. He looked at his father then to the lady and smirked. "She isn't a normal customer dad..." Taking a donut over to her and kneeling down. "Welcome to Grannies donut shop..." He looking over his shoulder. "What is the name of this place pops?" He laughing then looking back to Angelina, his eyes looking into her's. He could sense her pain, her overwhelmed sense of telepathic overload...and without a word reached down placing his hand on her shoulder.
A soft blue glow slid over Angelina's body, a telepathic resonence field wrapping over every inch of her as he attempted to help her up, her mind being freed completely of the thoughts of all those that were within a five mile radius except for other telepaths, which there were currently only two around, he smiling and attempting to move her to a chair. "Come, Grandma just made some donuts, you look like you could use something to eat, or a drug rehab program...my name is Winston." He smiled walking with her to the counter if she would go, then he would eat one of the many donuts on the plate, after the first bite, relizing he'd not washed his hands in the last five minutes moved over to wash them clean, looking at the donut he'd laid down relizing it wasn't set on a clean counter, and reached down throwing it away, then washed his hands again.
Schemer...~"Your not the only one that's been screwing with the minds of the cops pops..."~ He looking over at his dad and starting to laugh. ~"And I'm not talkin about Alyssa either."~ He laughing some more and smirking. ~"But she's my favorite to screw with."~ He continue to wash his hands.
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She hadn't fallen, she'd kicked the door open and slide across the floor on her stomach. Everything she owned was either on her person or stashed at the train station lockers. Actually she was wearing and carrying everything she owned. Drugs included. heh. 'course those weren't being broadcasted. Her thoughts were muted compared to those around. The guy went to touch her, she slapped his hand away and did the crab crawl backwards on her ass to get away from him. The door stopped her from going further as her back hit it. Bloodshot eyes looked up at Winston Jr. Then slid over the old pregnant dog and the pregnant chick. ".. Kanas is far far away... f*** me." she muttered, then stumbled as she tried to stand, and act like she slid across floors on her stomach all the time.
"I.. uh... " her eyes narrowed. She could hear everything the two speaking telepathically were saying and she could read the outpour of emotions too. That part always made her sick. Her already pale skin grew a bit more white but her stomach growled loudly. Warning! warning.. tangent incoming. She mused in her mind. the f*** did I walk in on. Right right. That guy isn't what he looks like. This touchy guy isn't what he appeared and I'm not sure but the babe isn't either..
"I'll stay here, next to the door. If its all the same to yous folks." it was clear she was speaking in 'bum'. She was educated, but mostly because she liked to read. And she'd went to good schools before her family abandoned her no longer able to deal with her.. gifts. ****s. Cheap bastards and cowards.
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*The Schemer's wrinkle face soured at the mention of Alyssa.*
Really my son...must you upset Granny with mention of the big meatloaf girlfriend of yours. Please refrain from doing so.....*His eyes narrowed dangerously.* Or you'll make granny very...very angry.
*He turned to mention his distaste for Winston Junior's choice of girlfriends.....when his new woman made quite an enterence....and her low apparel instantly convinced the Schemer he was likely dealing with a fondling woman. A street walker....better known in street lingo as a hooker. Even the better neighborhoods had them apparently.*
Stand by the door?? *He glanced at his son...then at Hard Core....shaking head in the process.*
Now really, pumpkin...this is a store set up to making money...we don't allow pickups in here. The local woman's shelther is a mile down the road dearie.
*The Schemer turned to Hard Core and his son.* Toss her out my dumplings. Bakery or not...we can't have tarts in here.
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"I don't know, Granny...it looks like she's been thrown out of a few too many places already."
She looks the girl over, thinking she looked like a rather tasty tart anyway and picks up the tray of safe donuts and walks over to her.
"Really, you do look like you're a bit starved. Go on, help yourself...on me."
She glances back to son & ancientwomanlikefiance, then back to the girl. "You'll have to excuse them, they've never had it rough before...living on the streets."
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"Okay, listen up wrinkles.." Ang pointed a finger at the old lady. "You shouldn't just suspect someone of being a hooker..." he hadn't said it, he thought it. "And another thing, Wrinkles, just because I wont go down on you doesn't mean you have to be so pissy about it. I'm sure you were pretty hot in your day..." she smirked and glanced at the pregnant woman. "I can throw myself out Lady. I'm used to it..." well she should be. Her own parents kicked her out when she was 12. Not to many kids could have survived this long and NOT truned to trolling for tricks.
Ang couldnt back up any more, with the wall stopping her from doing so and reaching around to find the doorknob wasnt exactly a smooth thing to do at the moment. "Thanks, but I'm not into women. So if your still offering one of those without eating it ON you... " Ang gave a half smile at the woman. "Sorry.." she muttered reaching for a donut and shoving half of it in her mouth speaking around it. "thanks. really..." she chewed slowly however, as if she knew this was the last bit of food she was going to get for a week or more. And that wasn't far from the truth.
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*The Schemer raised an eyebrow at Hard Core as instead of doing as he bode...and tossing this shapely strumpet into the street where she belonged....instead...she offered the little minx food.*
Help yourself?? Those are free, dearie. *He said to Hard Core....but then...she was offering to pay...and that made all the difference. The Schemer had charity in his heart for the less fortunate....provided it was being paid for by others..or he could write it off his taxes.*
Well...in that case...help yourself my dear. *He to Angelina. But his mood soured once more as Angelina retorted to his remarks with a series of crass old lady comments.*
Wrinkles indeed!! Tiresome trollop. What nerve. Really my darling...*He said to Hard Core...you should be be defending your Granny's honor at this point.
*His telepathic powers picked up the presence of the MRD swat units...they drove down the block...and went into the midst of the battle between the clique agents...new and old going on down the block. But one truck stopped in front of the bakery. Mutant detection devices...that could sense a mutant's presence via the higher electrical functions of the brain had no doubt told them mutants were inside the bakery.*
Blast and botheration....curse that ninnynoodle, Llyron. When he attacked the bakery...he must have destroyed the dampening fields preventing us from being noticed.*
He grabbed a tray of donuts...and stuck timers in them.*
Jelly donuts with C4 filling sweetums. *He said to Hard Core.* Shall we greet our guests with some free samples.
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She hears her darling wrinkly old ass's comments and glances outside to see the SWAT team vehicle and furrows her brow. She sets the plate with the safe donuts down and gets one of the single serving bottles of milk and sets it down next to it.
She motions for the younger woman to sit at the table, "Go on, sit down and eat, we'll take care of the boys in blue."
She moves over to the tray of "fresh donuts" and picks it up and moves to the door, opening it to let the aroma waft towards the boys in blue. Offering the donuts once, before simply letting them fly at the men, armored or not to flash fry them, as it were.
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Ang rolled her eyes and swallowed the first half of the donut. She licked her lips and grinned at the 'old lady'. "Trollop? Tart? come on pops. " and she winked at the old lady. "You can do better than that can't ya?" Then she felt his mood sour even more. Quickly looking out the door, then back at the two in the shop she cursed under her breath in spanish. She'd been dodging these guys for a while now. It wasn't easy, but it was doable. She shoved the rest of the donut into her mouth and nearly swallowed it whole as she dug into her bag. She pulled out something that looked like a gun, though it really was kind of special. She'd taken it off the last agent that'd tried to tag her. And she was pretty d**ned sure she was a beacon going off.
Ang looked at the Pregnant woman and blinked a couple times. "I can help you know..." she muttered softly, but moved out of the way, tucking the nuerolizing device back into her bag, and kind of hoping it hadn't been seen. She didn't use it if she didn't have to, as it drained the battery and she didn't really have the device to recharge it. Emergancy use, more or less. Shuffling to the counter, she eyed the milk, dug a dollar from her pants and put the wrinkled bill on the counter where the milk had been sitting before she picked it up and drank it. All the while keeping a bead on the boys outside. Not to mention Wrinkles and Hard Core. 'course she should have just ran out the back. But this was mildly more interesting.
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Oh most assurdly I can do better, woman. *He said in kindly tone that was the direct opposite to his threatening words.* Stick around dearie....perhaps I will show you. But for now...I've other matters to attend too.
*The Schemer....hobbling forward slowly on rickety...aging legs...opened the door to the bakery as the MRD appoarched.*
Hold right that, grandma. You and everyone inside is under arrest. You're not registered mutants. Article C...section 3 paragraph 2 of the mutant registion act states....
*The old woman interupted making a dry sound in her throat.* I know what says dearie....that ninnynoodle Senator Kelly...and his token mutant lackey senator Lamont are fools....just as you are sweetums.
*He set a timer on the C4 filled donut...and tossed it at the leader of the MRD squad. there an explosion....and the man was gone...blown up. The rest of the MRD took defensive positions one yelling....*
Holy crap!!! That crazy old pregnant dog killed the captain!!
Well...such langauge!!! Is their no respect for the elderly?? Snap that naughty little monkey's neck.
*He looked back in at Angelina at this point.* Enjoying your treats my dear??
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"Snap that naughty little monkey's neck?" She chuckles softly, simply taking another pastry and flings it into the open door of the SWAT vehicle to watch it burst into flame, followed by the explosions of the ammunition inside going as well. She lifted into the air slightly, then began to simply dash around the rest of the SWAT team, either pulling their weapons from them, or flinging them back against the flaming charred remains of their transport. And of course, simply snapping the one man's neck like a twig underfoot.
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The explosion didn't cause Angelina to drop down or yelp. She was used to it. Ducking and hiding was easy compared to just outright dealing with them. Of course, she wasn't as outnumbered here and technically they weren't just after her, now were they? She grinned widely watching Hard Core. The girl had many secrets, though she was sure that old woman thing could find them out in a heartbeat. Not something she was looking to stick around for. Sometimes you just had to.. hide things. Despite not being anything the old bat had suggested she was there were still things the kid wasn't proud of. She closed her right before chuckling and finishing her milk. "five....four..." BOOM.. 'Oops.." she shrugged. Ang snickered softly, then had a serious expression on her face as he looked back at her. "Yes, thank you Grandma." oh that was hard to say without laughing outright. She was slowly but surely inching towards the back of the shop. It had to have a back door, and that was her destination. She didn't swipe any of the 'good' donuts. Nor did she take anything else that was ediable. Hell she didn't steal anything from the shop at all.
"Thanks for the milk.." she nodded to the counter. "Hope thats enough..." she was still grinning but that was kind of hard to do when her head felt like it was going to explode. "I'll just see myself out...." she knew she was talking to herself but hell it just helped her cope. Finally she turned and moved toward the back, looking for the exit.
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