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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Jan 26, 2014 1:28:17 GMT -6
vegas paid little attention to her recovery until she'd already found herself upright with the assistance of her power as it seemed the security had caught his attention enough to that he could not think of the safety of his companion. but it was something like this had been precisely what this hero of justice had been trying to avoid; had he brought forward fate by acting rashly, had he incurred a fate with the police so soon? short answer, kinda. julio was hardly one for short answers as time was of an issue then. his dishonourable companion certainly had no intention of waiting around; evanthe had shot off almost as soon as she got up and it was something that quickly caught the attention of the men in uniform. he stepped backwards, hand going up to his neck and took a quick look at his blessed citizens. should the hero of justice count himself lucky that they were speechless? no wait, actually, one valued civilian had already begun marching towards the authority at hand. the kid taking photos earlier? from the steady way his phone was angled he was possibly recording evanthe's daring escape and julio's stillness. that time julio did not strike a pose. instead, he turned sharply himself and took after evanthe. while doing so his uninjured arm raised his hand to his neck, fingers digging at the edge of the improvised armour. part of the epidermis cracked off but nothing that made the fast movement comfortable enough. his throbbing arm still stung as intensely as when she burnt him. her struggling up the stairs got confusion from him until he remembered. evanthe's greatest foe!!! her biggest weakness!!!! she met with it again!!! something she could not conquer in a time of peace lest she even try with the fake messengers of the law sure to follow. julio was already ready to pick her up even with nary a thought of leaving her behind. bitterness over the situation or his blistered arm was hardly on his mind. only two things consumed him now 1) avoiding transport police and 2) be an almighty, effortless hero of justice!!!! paying nothing more than a passing glance at her attempt at an unsuspecting expression he immediately set to ease himself behind her, arm going to one shoulder before he crouched, hooking under her legs and immediately sweeping evanthe off her feet bridal style. his burn protested even more at the new eight at that but all vegas did to acknowledge it was a sound - a little pitiful but he'd just have to practise for the next time he needed to lift a dashing damsel out of trouble!! vegas could consider this a warm-up in that he was instead lifting a dashing villain out of trouble, even if their problem at hand was technically his doing. vegas just pulled her in closer to him as he started pacing up the stairs, not even bothering to look behind him to see if the transport authority had already started following them. he considered asking evanthe to attempt at a look but with his size against hers in his arms, he wasn't sure whether she'd be able to see, and let how she'd settle up to her. with the jogging up the stairs, though, there was something else he needed to ask, “comfortable?” it was an echo of when he'd lifted her before, an attempt at a grandiose tone if just a little breathless, “from a hero of justice 'tis but a carry for reserved the fairest of maidens.” even if julio had already decided days before that evanthe was certainly no maiden. when julio reached the top of the stairs he didn't let her go just yet; the dismay of his injured arm could wait when he failed to remember turnstiles 'til he saw them. would inanimate objects stop at nothing to hinder their righteous escape?? he was already counting on whatever security on the next level being entirely lacklustre. while they were low turnstiles setting her down didn't cross his mind, he just pulled her in tighter, “vegas implores - nay, prays - that evanthe stay in his arms for just a moment longer.” maybe she'd make a runner for herself as soon as she sat down as she had on the platform but vegas felt sure with his service that she wouldn't bolt, optimism creeping back in even if he felt a little breathless and in pain, “he has a request, an entreaty, that he must put upon evanthe.” “one aside from asking the fair lady to reach in his back pocket for him,” was it a bit of a stretch to ask her to get his farecard? for the hero of justice may have thrown a bag in front of a train but he had no intention of adding fare evasion to his list of misdemeanours today. @toccatina / i don't know what ny subways look like? i can pretend i do rp knowing about ny thats how it'll work
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 15:07:47 GMT -6
Gosh, this was why subways were the absolute worst. Not because of the noise or smell per se, but because of the fucking stairways. Getting down was easy—a leap off the topmost step took no effort—but the ascent? Ugh. At this rate, the security would apprehend her, at least attempt to. Fortunately, the matter was quickly resolved when a certain hero scooped her into his arms and darted up the steps.
Confusion occupied her thoughts before a glance at her rescuer’s face told her that Julio had actually bothered to give her a ride up. Any amount of gratitude, however, was quickly stamped out as the pinkette was too busy enjoying herself. “You can run faster than that!” she urged with a smile on her face.
Frankly, being ferried around elicited a juvenile sense of glee. She hadn’t been carried around since she was a little girl, so she couldn’t help but laugh. Soon, the both of them made their way onto the second floor, at least Julio did. Her first reaction was to check for the pursuers, but craning her neck proved fruitless in his grasp.
When she attempted to wriggle out, he tightened his hold. She cast him a puzzled stare. His insistence to keep her there sounded illogical to her ears—the ground was level and the exit was just beyond the turnstiles. What could possibly urgent enough to delay their escape?
To her complete and utter frustration, he was concerned with paying the subway fare. This, ladies and gentleman, was worthy of a facepalm. “Come on, it’s not that hard to hop over,” she insisted, struggling to free herself. “Put me down and let me show you!” Yet he wouldn’t budge. Again.
A sigh let him know of her exasperation, as well as of her reluctant acquiescence. She twisted her body around and dug her hand into Julio’s back pocket, muttering obscenities all the while. However, as soon as the card found its way into her hand, the shouts of angry authorities indicated they were hot on their heels. She fumbled with the card after it had slipped from her fingers.
Unfortunately, her other hand had yet to cool down, and the portion of the card that would grant them freedom was now a molten mess. She held it up to Julio’s line of sight, awkwardly clearing her throat. “Um, I think I broke it.”
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Feb 4, 2014 0:13:19 GMT -6
dishonourable evanthe dared demand he go faster? a hero of justice could never say no to a challenge but, nay, this was nary a challenge so much a provocation. she dared to rise vegas out of his abilities sworn to justice? and a look down, and her laugh, gave enough indication that she was enjoying this. and while an opportunity to carry anyone was often taken by julio with an unusual amount of forthright glee it proved another challenge to do so with security following them and an arm that stung further under her weight.
so maybe he did pick up his pace a little towards the end, vegas wanted to refute it was not on evanthe's wishes so much as lady fate who definitely did not want him to become another nypd crime statistic.
still, his dishonourable companion had the nerve to look puzzled when he stopped. as expected, she thought he would further sully the name of the subway that day!! while fare-dodging was hardly a step up from what had got them in this situation he still responded to her suggestion with great offence taken.
“vegas cares little about difficulty,” as she once again struggled he reflexively tightened his grip the earlier ramifications of that, “he hath faced greater challenges in his many lives, he scarcely would resort to evil by burden!” indeed, julio was firm in keeping her in his arms for then so it was sweet victory when she gave in, a welcome relief. obviously, it didn't last for long with the advent of evanthe's sworn immortal quest: burn vegas and all manner of justice with him.
he jerked back a little as she moved in his eye-line, what she had done to his back and his arm still sore both mentally and physically. maybe this time it seemed accidental but that didn't stop julio's righteous frustration. the yelling behind them getting louder but that didn't stop his loud indignation, “must she destroy whatever good that exists?”
vegas supposed he had little choice now. while initially he started moving he lifted her down rather roughly but, to be quite honest, anything would probably poor more comfortable after last time's inelegant discount. with it came the firm refusal to let her go, though, his hand moving to pull on her wrist and her along with it at a fast pace whether she was settled on her skates or not.
“united vegas and evanthe run then,” repeating her earlier sentiments, julio returned his attention to the turnstile with something of an eternal battle going on, “as he gives permission to this dark mistress to demonstrate her diabolical skills.” whatever would get them out of the station with the sole condition that julio was intent on holding evanthe's hand while doing it. justice handholding.
@toccatina
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 17:25:58 GMT -6
On the bright side, the other contents of his pocket were still intact. That was certainly more than enough to earn his forgiveness. If she were to ever ask for it. Which would be never. Stubborn avoidance of eye contact left her pretending that she hadn’t just melted their ticket to freedom or to anywhere at all.
“Call it karma for destroying my backpack?” came her retort, accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. Perhaps that wasn’t the best choice of words, for she soon found herself dumped unceremoniously on the ground. Sass probably wasn’t appreciated at a time like this.
She crouched down, readying herself to limbo under the metal bar, before particular notion popped into her head. Her petite frame could easily slip through, but she had to take into account her cohort’s inconvenient size. His stature was great for intimidation, not so much for escape. And if their hands were going to stay locked, she’d have to adopt the mindset of an overly muscular goody two-shoes.
On instinct, her hand rejected the contact and tried to pull back, to no avail. “Put a leash on me, why don’t you?” she huffed indignantly. Yet her stream of complaints would have to be cut short, for the authorities, ever stubborn and merciless, were gaining on them.
It looked like she’d have to put her spiel on hold for now. Moving forward, she yanked him to come along. She hopped up, taking a seat on top of the box before swinging her legs over the gate. As soon as Julio followed suit, she dug her wheels against the concrete and took off with an enthusiastic “Run for it!”
Neither speed nor stealth would prove obtainable with a hulking hero of justice under her wing. Still, as they emerged from the subway station, the streets began to fill up with workers and tourists. Evanthe, through a lot of impatient tugging, ushered the two of them into the heart of the crowd.
“Don’t expect anything flashy,” she called out. “We're just tiring them out" Hopefully the subway cops had better things to do than chase a couple of misfits across the island.
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