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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 22:21:33 GMT -8
Oh all the stupid things Heracles has done in his life, this one most certainly takes the cake. The man was capable of falling asleep damn near anywhere if he put his mind to it, so what right did he have to test out mattresses in a warehouse? He fell asleep almost immediately, and Nicoleta was upon him soon after, perhaps also seeking a nap.
Nap, however, quickly turned into sleep, and as the day passed on and no worker made a motion to wkae them from their slumber, the hours drew by faster and faster until all was quiet in the warehouse save the quiet chatter of crickets and the breathing of the people sleeping within. Heracles' green eyes fluttered open and he stretched on the mattress. It was kind of cold and-- was that a draft. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he finally became aware of where he was, and though he did not scream, or gasp, or make any sort of alerted sound, he did facepalm at himself, as if he were repeated an event he had previous been through.
"Damn it." He swore, gently brushing Nicoleta off (hopefully not disturbing her) to evacuate the mattress and take a look around. The warehouse was eerily quiet at night. He half expected some kind of beast or monster to pop out and attack as he rounded a pile of boxes, but such a thing didn't happen. How did no one notice them, or at least have the decency to wake them up before closing? Assholes!
Turning back to the mattress he quickly made his way over, shook Nicoleta awake with a hand on her shoulder. "Looks like the staff left us in here," he said. "We should probably find a way out."
His cats were going to be pissed.
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Post by Nicoleta on Mar 24, 2014 20:58:35 GMT -8
They were at the… supermarket, right? Before the couple indulged themselves in an unplanned napping session, Heracles and Nicoleta had snuck to the back area so that Nicoleta could use the restroom. It was an emergency, of course. She felt a little something (a feeling he surely will never understand), and so a rush to the bathroom was an order. False alarm, thankfully, but she popped a pill to make sure that her lady parts are working, as they should.
However, unexpected drowsiness then took over her, casting an iron veil over her eyelids. Her made her movements as heavy as lead. After stumbling around to do some aimless walking, her brain registered a familiar haven of which she climbed on top of.
From thereon, everything hazed out to a dreamless sleep. Occasionally, she was conscious of the soft cushion against her cheek. It was warm, and it had a beat. It pulsed up and in, smooth like the ebb and flow of the tide. Sometimes it wrapped around her, held her tight, before releasing her, leaving her half-alertness puzzled.
The rumble seized her from her sleep, but it probably took the person several tries to rouse the woman. In a heartbeat, her eyes opened and her hand tightly clenched around the wrist of what she thought of to be an arm. Had Heracles not spoken, she would’ve attempted to shatter the wrist in her grip.
“Ah… Herc—“ She breathed out, relieved in a drowsy sigh. It was dark from what she could see, with patches of gray out in the far corners. The darkness settled in her eyes in a moment’s notice, and she found herself scanning the periphery as she craned her head around. How the fuck did they even get here? Why were they on a bed of all things--?
“We’re on a bed---cute.” Nicoleta sputtered a laugh. It was not like this was the first time anyway.
“This is different though. Not my ideal, but it's adventurous.” She joked as she let out a yawn. There was a bit of an anxiousness hooked on in her head. Nicoleta quelled it silently, and affirmed herself that they were safe. Still, there was something about this place that didn't seem right...
Their voices even shattered the eerie silence, muffled by the dusty air. Little feet scrambled across a wooden surface. Meh. Thinking about it again, she had been through worse.
So, whatever.
“Oh, we’re still in the storage area,” she commented. Nicoleta paused at his remark about getting out. When she had the thought, she immediately spoke her mind. “Cameras are everywhere. They'll think we’re up to something shady. Might be alarms too, unless we pretend to be as little as a mouse.”
She hopped off and landed light on her feet. Looking up, she saw that the aisles were very narrow, with steel shelves high up, stocked with crates and boxes. It seemed to her that they stacked mattresses at the bottom row, and somehow these two fuckers managed to sleep on it. Minus the fucking (for now, she thought amusedly).
A faint, red light caught her eye. She squinted at it, and then sidled close against the shelves. A camera—yeah, nope. Nicoleta had worked long and hard to get herself out of the public eye, so she wasn’t going to let this act of stupidity ruin it.
“Ok. Herc, boost me up.” She commanded as she adjusted her messenger bag. The next shelf was several feet away, too high for anyone to even jump and reach.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 20:20:19 GMT -8
This was the last time he was going to nap in public. This was inconvenient and an irritation. If they tried to get out of the store they’d likely set off an alarm and then things would get even worse. They really had no choice but to sit in the warehouse until morning, and then explain the situation – and maybe yell at the employees for being careless enough to leave customers napping in the back. Or, well… that could also end badly. The back areas were off-limits for a reason. Confessing they were back there wouldn’t help their case at all.
As Nicoleta stirred awake and took to her surroundings as if a natural in the dark. The way she moved about, one could tell she was most at home in the shadows, and she slinked about through the aisles like an expert, dodging the line of sight of open areas that could potentially hide cameras. Heracles followed her steps to the letter until they pair finally came upon an area blocked by a camera hanging from the ceiling, its bright light shining ominously upon them.
“Ok. Herc, boost me up.” She demanded.
He wasn’t about to argue. She looked like she knew what she was doing. Tentatively Heracles took the woman into his arms and gave her that boost up to the top of the shelf. That camera blinking at them ran the chance of alerting the authorities of the “intruders.”
“Try not to trip it, alright?” Heracles said through a yawn. God, he was still tired. He figured after that ‘nap’ he would have been full of energy, but instead his eyes were watering from what felt like fatigue. That was kind of ridiculous, but also his fault. Long naps out of schedule would do that to anyone, even if he made up for his insomnia often.
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Post by Nicoleta on May 21, 2014 0:47:36 GMT -8
"You better catch me if I do." Nicoleta reached for the second shelf and then pushed herself onto the flat surface effortlessly. The free space was awfully small, and crowded by many boxes. Whatever the boxes contained, it was large and was stacked on another by two's. Feeling cramped by the height limitation, Nicoleta began to mutter some curses before beginning her work.
After a quick scan of her environment, and her feet were on the move. She pushed one of the boxes closer towards the edge, and then pushed in the box on top of it to form a make-shift staircase. The right foot was set on the top of the box, then her leg and hand, followed by her other leg. She took a daring glance down to see how far she was from the ground. The height was nothing compared to her previous endeavors, but it would still be a pain if she fell--or rather, if Heracles were to fail to catch her.
Not that she was going to fall. Nicoleta knew she was bloody damn good at maneuvering, and so falling was always a choice. Here, she climbed, nimble as a feline. From the top of the stacked box, she sprang up for the third shelf, and secured a grip--but only with her left hand. While in a state of shock, Nicoleta tried to budge her right arm upward to release it from whatever held it back. Something caught on to her sleeve. Dammit.
Adrenaline rushing, she began to wiggle her arm, but every small movement made it more strenuous to hold on her body weight. Her breath thickened, slinging a line of Romanian curses until it became a stifled breath. Her legs danged, and she tilted her toes in desperate search of footing.
"Fucking hell," the woman mustered a curse hotly between clenched teeth. From the looks of it, one of the hooks from the support bar latched on to the fabric sleeve. A weight eased off her her foot, and she felt her heeled slipper fall off--and it probably hit something too. It didn't matter though; her hands and fingers were getting the initial bites of fatigue from pulling her weight. Think, Nicoleta, think. Violent thrashing isn't going to work here.
She pursed her lips, and the heat of irritation flushed her face. As if she's going to let a tiny fucking hook hold her back.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 10:12:30 GMT -8
And here, Heracles watched Nicoleta pull off movements he knew he would never be able to do. How anyone would be so lithe was beyond him, and he knew full well that it was likely he could never achieve this degree of flexibility. In the past he’d wondered what about Nicoleta had so attracted him, and at this moment he felt he had a definitive answer: every time he saw her do anything, he was reminded of a cat.
Not a common housecat, ooh no. She was more than your average tabby or domestic shorthair. She was exotic, she was one of any number of graceful, gorgeous beasts roaming the unsettled lands like the untamable beast she always had been. She may be willing to act civil with him, to talk and tease and then completely brush off his advances, but she was a creature that could never be brought to her knees… unless it was by choice in some erotic setting, but this tirade is getting a little too silly. The bottom line was like Nicoleta was really fun to watch and he never really got tired of observing her acrobatics in motion.
“You know I would.” He smirked up at her. She was probably joking and wouldn’t make good on a threat if he accidentally missed – accidents happened sometimes, of course. But the bottom line was that he’d kick the accident’s ass and catch her regardless of what it wanted.
Slowly, but surely, Nicoleta’s careful and expert movements slowed until finally she was caught in a tangle of items, and an oddly musical string of foreign swears reached his ears. Or, what he assumed to be swears. He wouldn’t imagine anything said with that much venom could be anything but a swear. “Do you need help..?” He inquired, but if she said there, therein lied the problem of figuring out how someone like him could do anything.
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Post by Nicoleta on Jun 22, 2014 20:34:18 GMT -8
"Oh, I'm just hanging out until certain death," Nicoleta commented. "That'd make a great line for my epitaph."
It was a joke, a morbid display of her unique kind of humor. It served as a way to distract her from getting angry, because she was aware of how clumsy she can get whenever her ire constitutes her movements.
To make matters more uncomfortable, her arm had a fire in her flesh from the fatigue. She made one weak attempt to move her arm, and the restricting tug of the cloth angered her. There was a long and tempting feeling to just rip off her sleeve---oh. An idea. It was such a simple idea too.
"I'm fine," she replied. "Cover your pretty virgin eyes."
The groove that the hook made on her cloth made it easier for her hand to slide back in the sleeve. Once she retreated her arm from the sleeve, she pulled the shirt over head, reached for the ledge, and then switched arms. Relief, she sighed. Once more, she shook her arm out of the sleeve and pulled it over her head, until it was completely off of her person. Her blouse danged limply, like a corpse of a girl in white that hung by the noose.
Nicoleta pulled up her body weight with a grunt, and then sat back on the flat surface with a chime of success. The red bra she wore clung on to the ampleness of her breasts, and like a shy maiden, she covered herself with her arms.
"If you can get my blouse, I will appreciate it. Otherwise, I'll be prancing around without a shirt." She said with an archly smile. This was not a part of the plan, but it was not a bad alteration. She found pleasure in teasing Heracles, because there was no doubt that she wanted him. According to her speculation, he did too. Yet this sense of want and desire was a familiar theme to her; lust is sated with a kiss--and it can be sated too quickly.
She didn't want to think about it, especially not now when the tides have made it too fun. After rolling her shoulders back a couple of times, she continued her ascent. Whether he was going to fetch it or not was up to him, but she was already sure she will be amused with his reaction either way.
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“Buried with her hundred boyfriends and a million euros.” Heracles added on, hands gesturing towards an imaginary gravestone as he read the invisible writing. “Please don’t dig up the grave. Asshole.”
He chuckled. Watching Nicoleta maneuver about was satisfying and quite funny. She seemed so sure in all her movements, so skilled and professional, but even that went out the window when cornered by her mortal enemy – hooks! Oh no! And here Nicoleta was perfectly intent on saving both their asses and now she needed to be saved herself. It wouldn't look very good on either of them for the staff to find them in the morning like this. No, no! We weren't trespassing at all, we just... fell asleep.
Yeah, that would go over well.
"I'm fine, cover your pretty virgin eyes." She would warn, but Heracles would do no such thing of course. The woman slipped out of her clothing as if it were just barely on her, an incredible skill within itself, and dropped down away from the snagged blouse leaving her entirely exposed to the elements. And his eyes. He enjoyed that part too. Fortunately she'd have to indeed prance around like that all night. There was absolutely no way he'd be getting to that blouse with how high it was.
"Ah, why would I go and do that?" Heracles quipped, in fact not closing his eyes at all but staring up into the darkness with an amused smirk. "I'm enjoying the show."
And she probably expected that reply to begin with and she continued to move about. Finally when she was free and away from all her enemies in the ceiling she covered herself, as if she were a young girl undressing before a man for the first time. What a load of shit she was.
"Aw, if you're that shy I can give you my jacket." He teased back. To some degree he was serious. It was cold, and he didn't really want her to end up freezing, especially if he could do something about it. Heracles was pretty much a heater, anyway. It wouldn't take a lot to keep him warm enough to not be miserable.
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 14, 2014 19:03:42 GMT -8
Nicoleta settled down on the edge of the shelf, her legs swinging. “Oh, a hundred?” She sputtered with a singsong mirth. By that figment of imagination, she found that to be especially appealing, and she found it funnier that this came from an anthropology professor. Is that how he thinks of me, she thought, a goddess? If she could get her hands all over him, she’d sooner make him worship her with those lips.
“They should have known. I only need one.” Following that was her trademark, coquettish grin and a wink.
She primped up the bust of her bra, fingers sliding over curves without a shame. “There’s a lot to see.” She said, as she would as if she confirmed a fact. Nicoleta stood up and made her way up the next tricky obstacle. These boxes weren’t all so stable. However, she was swift enough to not wait for the cardboard to collapse. Once within reach, she reached and gripped the handlebars that extended out from the next shelf. She pulled up, half-torso over the bar, hooked one leg over it and, and then---and then she started fucking around.
Nicoleta threw her arms back, gravity threatening to send her to her death. The momentum sent her swinging. She squealed with delight, the exhilaration overcasting on the fact she was, once again, dangling from a precarious height, and upside-down for that matter. It was a good day to have a leg. Now she had a whimsical wave of sympathy for amputees—well, considering the fact that most of the amputee victims she knew were such convincing beggars.
“Nah. I’m okay.” She assured with a natural ease of a tone. Then again, his jacket did look really fluffy and comfortable. Hell, she was used to being half-naked anyway. This was nothing. “This is so much fun. Crap—I forget what I’m supposed to do.”
Nicoleta hung out there for a few seconds, folding her arms as she tried to recall her original intent. The blood was rushing to her head, and her cheeks flushed red. “Oh right.”
She made an abdominal curl, and that gave her cramp on the side. Damn, some food would do really good right now. Either way, this was where she wanted to stop. From her pocket, she pulled out a radio interference rod—something she gingerly referred to as her ‘lipstick’. It should be no surprise that most, if not, then all of her feminine accessories had an incognito utility ability on it. Of all things, this little contraption finally gain its' use during this 'normal life' situation.
Hm. This wasn't particularly what others would deem as a 'normal life' situation, but being stuck in the supermarket's warehouse was more normal than breaking into a drug lord's abode in Wales. So with all that was said, she was giddy to be able use it.
She pulled it out, aimed the butt of the applicator at the camera and---.
“Done!” Nicoleta announced. She turned around and looked down. The woman paused, rubbed the side of her cheek, and then snorted.
“Haha! I don’t fucking know how to get down.”
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Heracles moved along the floor, staying just under Nicoleta and out of sight of cameras as she moved. Even if she fell from that height and he caught her, someone was going to get hurt. Better hurt than outright dead, though. Every moment, every time she flew through their air like a bird, he was almost awed by her skills… until she made some stupid comment that only served to make him laugh.
Nicoleta was, despite her smug exterior and confident attitude, a total dork in every sense of the word, and he loved it that there was such a huge contrast between how she acted and how she really was. It was that dorkiness that made her call him in the middle of class with Rick Astley classics shoved into his ringtone. It was that dorkiness that made her completely forget she was up there for a mission, much too enthralled by her acrobatics to care one bit for her goal.
She was silent after this, moving along stealthily through the supports of the ceiling until she reached her goal. With the darkness he couldn’t quite she was she was doing save the small flash of bright metal reflecting off what little light there was, and until she cheerfully exclaimed her success he held his breath. It was a long way to fall.
A click. Victory!
But then a pause as Nicoleta turned, looked around, and seemed sheepishly embarrassed up there in the rafters.
“Haha! I don’t fucking know how to get down.”
Heracles sputtered and he leaned into the wall, his usual soft chuckle evolved into a thoroughly entertained, boisterous laugh. This woman was an idiot! All of that fancy footwork, those skillful gymnastics moves… and she couldn’t get down? She really was a kitten, and now she was stuck in a tree. Unfortunately for Nicoleta, Heracles didn’t foresee there being any firemen who would come and rescue her.
Hell, he wasn’t about to risk his neck to go rescue her either. This particular problem was not his forte.
“You’re kidding!”
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 18, 2014 20:41:55 GMT -8
“You’re kidding!”Nicoleta chuckled, her laugh feminine and airy. It was a change in pace, however the authentic expression of her emotions was not her style. Yet it was pleasant, she found, to be able to share her mirth with someone once in a while. She almost forgot that this was supposed to be dangerous. There she was, half-dressed woman sitting her nice ass on a metal bar, around 20 meters or so up in the air. Speaking of her ass, it was starting to hurt from being against the bar. The thrilling factor melted into an uncomfortable one, and it situated around the plush of her ass. Bizarre as the situation may be to a normal bystander, Nicoleta was unmoved by the dilemma she put herself in. They say it takes a stupid person to do something stupid; twist that logic, and they’d say that take dangerous person to do something dangerous.The mystery would start and end here, behind that facetious smile Nicoleta donned. Tonight she felt wild, and the absence of her blouse made it even more evident. She patted down her pockets, and then gave her sculpted abdomen a pat, as if she was looking for something there. With sureness, she groped for her bra. Ahh, Nicoleta. She liked to put things in the most unconventional places."Alright tough guy. Want to see something awesome?” Nicoleta propped her legs up on the bar, the soles of her feet rocking against the metal rounded surface. She looked like cat ready to pounce. With one arm holding onto the bar, she used her other arm to fiddle with cylindrical thing she pulled out of her bra. Second thoughts?. She took a deep inhale, and her body was already a heartbeat ahead of her rationale. One, two—and the bar vibrated and groaned from the force of her propulsion. In the air, time lost its’ substance in the pull of gravity. The hairs on her neck bristled, her senses burning with exhilaration and panic for her own survival. This was a long fucking descent to hell.This was when she began to have second thoughts thing come back again. She looked down. She trusted him, right? That face there, his eyes large with anticipation and focus—oh and fear, there was some of that too. Heracles had his arms stretched out, and he looked calm and attentive enough to be reliable. And trustworthy. Poor sap for having to deal with a crazy bitch like her, but his dedication-slash-tolerance oughta be something boasted about.Nicoleta numbed down her thoughts, looked up at the ceiling, and aimed. Vrrrt., the sound of metal ripping the air in two. A long coil thrust upward as a bullet, and there was a loud, screech of metal grating against metal. It secured onto something, and the rope became taught from the support. Then she started the inertia again. Fucking---. Something broke off up there, and she could see the piece of whatever it was peeling off of the air vent. It looked like the whole thing was going to break off. Whoops.Fear left in as soon as it was kicked in. Her surroundings materialized again, and she realized that her pace downward was slower. Oh fucking yes, not tonight, death. And too bad for anyone who's going to fix that. When the line reached its' endpoint, Nicoleta precariously floated a meter or two above the man. In a sweet demand, Nicoleta exclaimed, “Catch!” With a simple click, the head of the grapple released. Onward, Nicoleta descended, quite comfortably this time, like an angel returning to her bed of clouds. It should be something close to that, otherwise this metaphor would get screwed up real quick. made by MISSO for use only by ICY
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 16:10:33 GMT -8
What followed above in the rafters was certainly not kitten-like. Only moments ago Nicoleta was stuck, and the acrobatics that ensued were… well, he should have expected them. Nicoleta surely was not completely helpless, and he knew unless she managed to get down herself she probably wouldn’t get down at all until she was arrested for trespassing, and he along with her! She flipped, she swung, she fired upward into the rafters with a gun of some times, and as her weight pulled down against the thin rods that supported the roof his trust in her abilities grew only larger, until a sharp, metallic rip from above her signaled a dangerous happening.
The crack jolted his body and he took a startled step forward, knowing full well that even if she felt and he caught her someone was likely still going to get very hurt. They were in no position to call for help and there was a chance even if they could, they’d get in trouble for being there in the first place. For half a second, he was almost convinced the bar wouldn’t simply stop in the air as it had done, but continue to rip from the vent and fall to the ground, crushing them both. However, his fears did not come to fruition and the Romanian was safely halted in the air.
He breathed a soft sigh of relief., both from being spared the issue of a grave injury and also from the simple fact she was safe. Well, as safe as anyone could be a couple dozen feet in the air.
The line grated quietly against the gun’s barrel as she was slowly lowered to its very extent, and she hung only feet above him safe and sound. The grinding metal in the ceiling had gone quiet, as if whatever had broken off was finally secure in its new position.
“Catch!” she chirped, unhooking the grapple from its position and descended that final few feet into Heracles’ awaiting arms. He caught her gracefully and securely, but was still trying to comprehend exactly what had happened.
“… so, you have a grappling gun.” He commented, eyes glancing back upward for a moment, then back to her as he set her back onto her feet. “What other unusual things do you carry around?”
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 24, 2014 21:04:06 GMT -8
“Ohh, nice catch.” She purred. His arms were as strong as they look when he cradled her towards his chest. There was glimmer of delight in Nicoleta’s eyes, glistening along with the broadness of her smile. She began to hoot with laughter, a survivor’s triumph. Her fingers were still trembling from the exhilaration, and she gave her knuckles a crack on each fist. She half-expected him to share her enjoyment, but it was confusion and relief that clouded his expression. Nicoleta kept in mind that he was just an ordinary civilian, and the most he had gotten out of this was out of the films. However, that didn’t stop that smile turn into a smirk between pressed lips, the corners tilted up to milk out the satisfaction.Nicoleta was set back onto her feet slowly enough for her to feel stable on solid ground. He was very careful with her, she noted. As the adrenaline faded away, she began to miss his touch. Her hands crawled to her neck, and she rubbed it as if it was sore.“Well, yeap.” She replied plainly, as if all girls had a grappling gun. A correction: all girls have a tampon but not a tampon grappling gun. This useful little gadget had gone through plenty of security checks, each checker seldom wanting to brush their fingers against it. She snorted, enjoying his reactions to her whimsy. “Gymnastics offers a lot more than fancy footwork.”
Heracles can figure it out. Wondering if she had anything else unusual, she paused and began, “I have…” Nicoleta placed her hands on her ass pockets and pulled out a pack of gum. “Explosive gum.” With a deadpan expression, she took out a piece, unwrapped it, and then popped it in her mouth. “Explosive as in, it tastes real damn good.” She offered him a piece. The truth of the matter is, she left the functional pack of gum at home.A side-ways glance at her dangling blouse and then a look up at the ceiling, Nicoleta concluded that there was too much evidence left around. No shit, Sherlock. There was no reason to worry, however; The Lynx’s Kittens can lick up this bowl clean. The next obstacle was well… getting out. “Anyway, let’s start exploring--.” Then there was a shuffle of noise, a baritone voice calling out for an answer. A far-off gleam of gray light pierced through the dark their eyes had adjusted to. The light was dispersed in a wide area, so she surmised that the source was still a ways off. Nicoleta lowered her voice to a whisper, “Or… we can start avoiding whoever that is.” She chewed on the gum with annoyance. Sheesh, why would anyone have security guards in a supermarket at night? Were they afraid that some hooligan was going to steal all of the potatoes during the breath of midnight? How basic. Nicoleta gave it a second thought but brushed it away while she gave Heracles’ a shoulder tap to move. There was a swirling feeling in her chest, something she considered as her stirring intuition. Nicoleta surmised that she was going to have more fun other than being shirtless and doing fancy-footwork. made by MISSO for use only by ICY
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“Explosive gum, huh?” That would have come in handy if it didn’t turn out to be just regular gum, which he took when it was offered. He popped it into his mouth. Hm, she was right! Explosive grape flavor. Too bad grape flavor can’t knock down a wall.
“Gymnastics almost got you killed. Try not to do that again. I can’t catch very well when people fall from thirty feet up.” Heracles slipped his jacket from his shoulders and held it out to her. “I’ll be fine.”
Footsteps in the distance alerted Heracles’ ears, but for a moment he thought it was his own as the two walked along looking for an exit… but no. Too far away, they didn’t match the tempo of their own steps. Nicoleta saw him first as a bright flash lit up the hallway adjacent to the warehouse’s main area and the two ducked quickly behind the wall. Nicoleta said things, but what she was thinking was precisely what Herc was wondering.
His green eyes narrowed towards the intruder. Actually, that was kind of funny. Weren’t they the intruders here, stuck in the middle of a supermarket at night when most normal people would be at home in bed? Heracles mentally shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes on the man down the hall, who flashed his torch about from wall to wall in a desperate ploy to catch whomever made the noises. Good job, Nicoleta! Apparently ripping a vent apart was sufficient enough to alert the authorities.
But that was a distracted and unneeded digression. The point was that the paranoid assholes in management apparently felt their supermarket was high risk enough to need a security guard. Were they hiding a golden goose or something? Was that how they supplied their Easter chocolate every year? Was he simply being an idiot with those kinds of images which, while silly and stupid, still made him smile a little?
“So now we have to get out of here without being caught,” Heracles muttered to himself, acknowledging Nicoleta’s tapping only briefly as he did so, “but after all that chaos he already knows we’re here…”
Just not where, but he was guessing pretty much exactly correct as his booted came in contact with the hard floor, the knocking noises growing ever closer. Now able to properly see in the focused dimness of his light Heracles took a notice to the fact this man’s uniform was not typical of any cop or security guard he’d ever see – and he’d seen plenty. The guards at the museums always had gear to tell people they were officially trained and employed. A badge, a patch… something. It was incredibly suspicious.
Something was very off here, this man brandishing a gun in his short-sleeved, tattooed hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
What they needed was a distraction and Nicoleta’s fancy footwork wasn’t about to do the trick. The last thing they needed was another broken rafter and even more noise, so Heracles instead opted for a more practical, adorable approach. Since he was a child, Heracles had noticed his gift with animals, particularly cats. Heracles was able to influence them, befriend them… talk to them. It was an odd strength that rarely benefitted him, but now this talent could work to their advantage.
His time to shine had finally come.
Heracles brought his hands to his mouth and cupped them around his lips like a megaphone, and spoke a single, solitary word.
“Meow.”
The sound he whispered into the stagnant air of the market’s warehouse carried through the steel and concrete walls to the outside, to little tufted ears that lay waiting, ready for such a call.
The summoning reached cats in boxes, cats in trash cans.
It was heard by tabbies that lay under their masters’ beds, waiting to attack their vulnerable and unsuspecting feet. It was heard by shorthairs distracted by laser pointers who now, suddenly, had a far grander purpose. It was heard by folds who posed dramatically for videos filmed by their owners. It was heard by particularly mean cats who felt no allegiance to any one human save the individual who spoke their sacred language.
As if following a order given by a great and powerful leader, soft furry paws padded along through thin and hidden pathways towards the area of the call’s origin and soon bright eyes reflected in the dim darkness at Heracles.
They had answered him. He had his army.
And with a single point of his finger, he directed them at the guard.
“Go, my little friends!”
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 29, 2014 23:03:40 GMT -8
"I knew what I was doing!" Nicoleta said between chews, settling her expression somewhere between a playful pout and look of hurt. She then raised a brow and crooned in assurance, "But you still caught me." He must not know how might this phrase weighed out in diamonds. Going on with the cool guy act, he shrugged off his coat, the double-stitched fabric sliding off his built frame. It was always a good time to marvel at his bod like it was no one's business. Heracles held the jacket out to her, and Nicoleta stared at it as if it was a dead corpse. Her expression was absolutely candid. "I'll be fine." He reassured. The professor was a full-time gentleman who only worked on call. Too bad he received zilch from this quirk of the resume, and Nicoleta thought this gesture to be too cute for playful mockery. Nicoleta straightened her neck and made a sly smile, then accepted the jacket. "Why thank you."Her hands slid through the arm holes of the coat, and then she straightened the collar. She zipped it up only half way, so that her cleavage was bare. It smelled like him; how distracting. While they hid, Nicoleta popped over her hood for added drama. Between the two of them, her identity mattered more. What care she had for him did concern her about his lack of concealment, but she reckoned that the shadows were enough. Plan B was conceived: kill any baddies that lay eyes on this Greek. The lawless had good eyes and though she knew little about this situation, caution was a safe bet. She had been making more safe bets more often. Nicoleta scrunched her nose, her fingers sheepishly adjusting the hood. The pair padded to the side and squeezed in between the boxes. Primal in her stance, Nicoleta crouched low and peeked around a corner. She recognized the dull sheen of a gun moments before he passed by. Those tattoos were unusual, she noted. Those symbols looked familiar, but she could not wrap her finger around it. Her neck bristled with irritation. It would be nice for work and play to not overlap. A sigh. Whatever then, fine! Nicoleta flexed her fingers, nails yearning for some flesh. If she gotta do it then she gotta---. "Don't worry, I've got this."Puzzled, Nicoleta stared at Heracles. What could a civilian professor do in this situation? Was he wrestle that creature out there and disarm him with his bare hands? A Herculean task, she imagined. The joke brought a huge grin to her face, and then she pressed her lips to silence it. Before she could open her mouth to question, Heracles made his move. He craned his body out, lunged a foot forward, and cupped his hands. If staring could burn holes through fabric, his ass would've been as naked as it was on his first birthday. She coughed. So... seriously, maybe he was going to make pigeon noises or something to distract the guard. Like okay, so a pigeon ripped open that hole in the vent. Heartbeat, agitation, restlessness... The silence ticked away to unravel the brilliance he seemed so confident about. [tangent= ლ(=ↀωↀ=)ლ*:・゚✧*] "Meow."[/tangent] Her ears perked, feeling drawn to this... command. This was no ordinary mewling. It lacked the innocence of a submissive feline. No, it was the summoner's call, the trumpet of war manifested into two syllables. She shook away the fuzziness, sinking her teeth in disappointment. Men can be so fucking predictable. Nicoleta grimaced to the side and muttered, "Well that was..." He pressed a finger against her lips and shushed her. Silence ensued. In a moment's time, her ears picked up some fidgety movement in the dead space. It merged form a noise. Delicate noise brushed against the floor like feathers. The rumble then swept as a wave, a wave of plush paws skittering from all over. For a moment, this noise came from everywhere until it began to localize to one area; it was going towards them. Nicoleta glanced around her, lips parted open and aghast. When her eyes met his, Nicoleta looked a him in a way that cried witchcraft. "What. The. Fuck." She mouthed as she moved her arms up defensively. No this was not fear--this was full out confusion. Nicoleta looked left and right like a child waiting to cross the street. Her heart pounded with the sound of the march from this invisible army. Slowly, Nicoleta beamed, then covered her lips with both hands to suppress a shriek. Of delight! Ack! Cats! A myriad of cats! Enough cats for Oprah to give out to everyone in the audience! The balls of fluff brushed against her legs, but they heeded her no attention. Those illuminant eyes were affixed under their master's gaze. The king and commander of his spartan loyalists, Heracles merely raised his head and scrunched his masculine brow. He pointed his finger with absolution, with assertion, with absolute authority. This was he, her Herculean hero. "Go, my little friends."
The four-legged shadows ghosted away in controlled movements. The longest cats were strategically located in the frontline to execute the brilliant Grecian felinynx position. When she regained her breath, she heard the startle of the man. "Cats...? So... So many of them! So many... too many! So---wuh--ahh!" A catastrophe marked the end of this one, his voice drowning out into the abyss of fur. This reminded her of her own Kittens--all swift, greedy, and merciless. Murder was the sound of purr. The flashlight dropped, the clang of the metal screeching to a stop. [tangent= Oh my God] Oh Doamne[/tangent]. Nicoleta melted to land her knees, like how the unworthy would to a god, and then she fell over to the side like a rag doll. Curled up with her arms around her face, Nicoleta laughed until there were tears in her eyes. The thickness muffled the sound of her laughter, but the radiance of her mirth were found in traces all over. When she found the will to stand up, she slumped back down and giggled, rolling back to her side to guffaw. "Let me---let me breathe you just. You just... Cats. Those fucking cats." The light dizziness overcame her, and so she took a sharp inhale. Ok. Alright. No more messing around. She swallowed, took his hand when he offered it to her, and held onto it while donning an intent expression. "I don't know how I'm going to take you seriously from now on, Herc." made by MISSO for use only by ICY
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 13:28:54 GMT -8
By the time the animals had fully arrived, the Greek and his Romanian companion could barely see over the massive meowntain before them. Nicoleta’s cattitude would change as soon as she realized their new best furriends were going to save them!
At Heracle’s command the cats crouched down and fell into a deep purrsuit of the target, padding along like Hobbits through Mordor until the great Eye itself lay upon them, shining a wave of light over their bodies.
Three hundred of Heracles’ finest furry little warriors funneled through the hallways towards the guard, who currently stood between these fully armed fighters and their next meal. Also honor. ‘Come back with your food bowl, or on it,’ they would recall from their mothers giving a farewell as they left to do with duties.
And in the moment before the war began, the guard pawndered his fate. Would there be no purrsuading these cats to not destroy him?
Sliding aside the pawful puns populating these posts, the ensuing chaos was a veritable cornucopia of incredible.
He held up his gun, poised to take a shot, and yet nothing came from his gun for indeed he never pulled the trigger. Like most humans he was drawn to the cuteness of the cats and he dropped to his knees, the flashlight falling from his hand as he took a cat into his arms for a nuzzle. He sat happily, immersed in fur and purrs until his hand unwittingly slid over the soft belly of a particularly fluffy cat… resulting in a violent reply.
The cat twisted, claws outstretched, and sank every one of its eighteen razor sharp weapons into the man’s flesh. He screeched and dropped the gun, which fell uselessly to the floor only to be swarmed by cats pushing it out of the way. His scream sent the creatures into frenzy and soon his shrieks of agony were muffled by fuzz.
Completely covered by angry felines, the guard disappeared and there was no force on the earth who could explain what horrors lurked within the dome of soft plush destruction save the mighty Heracles himself, who chose instead to shield himself behind a wall while he watched Nicoleta fall to pieces.
The event that had just taken place seemed to tickled her funny bone, for instead of marveling at his saving of their asses she chose instead of laugh. He quirked his brows at her, confused. He thought he did pretty damn good! The guard was out of the picture and they were free to roam the halls, so long as they didn’t step on any poor, wiggling cat.
He held his hand out to pull her up and as soon as she took hold he tugged her along through the hallway, sidestepping the writing mass at their feet to try and find an exit. It had to be around here somewhere!
Unfortunately where he led them was not, in fact, an exit but even further down under it. The ominous stairway spiraled down into what could only be hell, and the devil himself spoke to his little demon friends in with fervor. No, literally. There were voices coming down from below, but far too muffled and saturated with echo to figure out what was going on.
The man under the pile of cats was no true security guard. Something was apaw! Er... afoot!
Heracles turned to Nicoleta. "Seems pretty suspicious."
Part of him was curious, but there was that old adage, 'Curiosity killed the cat.'
He took a quiet, tentative step forward. Then, another. And another! Before long they had descended they entire length of the stairs and stood on a steel balcony overlooking a large, underground warehouse. Boxes of ill-smelling items populated the area, but deep within its core was a table of men and women crowded around discussing something.
Here, however, the voices were loud and very clear.
"Vermont has become quite popular on the streets," proclaimed a rather excited Englishwoman. "And with such an obscure name, no one knows what it is."
"Whomever came up with the idea is brilliant!" Another Brit, male this time. He stood up, and punched the air with his fist. "Anytime anyone reports it, the police don't know what to do! One tapped line yielded the golden line, 'Vermont? Isn't that in Canada?'"
Chuckles rattled the table.
"Profits are through the roof and no one can stop us!"
And then, boisterous laughter echoed through the room. It was the kind of laugh a group of supervillains would do just as the scene faded to black, but there was no fade to black here so when the laugh was done all they really did was taper off awkwardly.
"... Yes."
Heracles stared, even more confused than before. He looked at Nicoleta like, 'What?!'
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