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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 0:00:30 GMT -5
(The basic idea is that they're all demons who've broken out of prison and are now on a road trip to stay out of jail)
Cameron howled with laughter as the sirens wailed, alerting every staff member that there'd been a breakout. Not that it mattered, they were long gone. They'd been planning this breakout for quite some time and finally they were able to execute it. The cambion ran through the parking lot, heading for one of the vans they used to get the prisoners from one site to another. "Go go go!" he exclaimed excitedly, practically ripping the door open and clambering into the seat with the grace of half a baby seal. "Come on come on come on," he urged, trying to get the thing to start up because they'd managed to swipe a set of keys. As guns went off and the sound of dogs echoed through the lot, the engine roared to life and he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, tires screeching as he kicked it into drive and went careening over the asphalt. The van crashed through the fence and they were headed off down the road, staff behind them yelling as they scrambled to get into their cruisers to pursue the escaped criminals. It wasn't like they were all that bad, at least, Cameron was sure they weren't? He'd been thrown in for trying to enslave an entire community, again. But hey, could you blame him? It was in his blood, in his genes, to try and enslave lesser beings to do his bidding. Oh his poor dad was going to be so distraught when he saw the news and saw that his son had just broken out of jail. The poor guy only wanted what was best for Cameron, and well, he'd had no clue how to raise a half demon child. And it wasn't like his mother was around his whole life, because as soon as she gave birth to him she dropped him off on the father's doorstep and left. So here he was, years on down the line, running from the cops with a band of other demons. It was the totally perfect scenario!
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 0:08:16 GMT -5
(I'll join just one sec~)
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 0:11:19 GMT -5
Take your time my friend, take your time I might make him a quick little form because I'm lazy and don't wanna describe him in rp
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 0:15:00 GMT -5
Arc wasn't one to let himself travel with other demons. They never really tried to 'blend in', which was sort of his thing. He was a being who's entire existence was based in blending in and pretending to be someone else. He hadn't been in his true form in ages. Even now as he tore after the other demon and barreled into the back seat of the car and slammed the door behind him, his face was changing to hide as another being. Now wore brown hair and green eyes, though the skin tone was still off. He could never make up an identity easily, which was why it was so much easier to steal them. Sort of how he'd ended up behind bars. He'd only followed the other's lead to get himself out. He'd make his way on his own as soon as they lost the police. He ducked down behind the driver's seat as the guns began to fire, trying to see out the windows from this angle to see if they were actually getting away.
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Post by amberice on Apr 26, 2017 0:18:46 GMT -5
Buck had been waiting for this day for what felt like ages. Every moment spent trapped behind these walls was wasted time. He could be out in the world, doing as he pleased wherever he pleased, but instead he had been trapped in this pitiful hole for a few petty crimes. Luckily, he wasn't alone. And his friends were just as eager to get back out to the human world as he was.
The sirens blared as the group approached the vans. Buck brought up the rear, a rifle in hand. He had tackled a guard for it earlier and was certainly glad to have it now, laying down some covering fire before hopping in the back of the van just before it peeled out He let out a deep laugh, slamming a massive fist against the side of the van as he enjoyed this first sweet taste of freedom.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 0:34:34 GMT -5
His heart was pumping and he could hardly think as he gripped the wheel, doing his best to keep it under control as he sped off towards town. The cruisers were after them, trying their best to avoid crashing into one another in their frenzy to get the inmates back. "Alright so, any ideas on how to ditch the cops?" he asked, grinning widely, revealing his sharp teeth as he looked in the rearview mirror at his new "friends". Some of them he legitimately knew and had befriended, others he just sort of knew. Not that it mattered, he'd call them all friend at this point. Because hey, inmates who break out together stay on the run together. Right? Of course! Now they just totally needed to ditch the ugly orange jumpsuits and they'd be good to go. Not that it would really matter, since not all demons could blend in nicely with humans. Like him for instance, with his wings, eyes and just overall demonic appearance there was no way he would be able to blend in. And as soon as their pictures hit the news, well then some of them would be as good as dead.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 0:48:57 GMT -5
Arc tried to consider a way of escape, but nothing came to mind immediately. He looked over the others quietly. They truly could have planned this a little better. He didn't know the area outside the prison, so he couldn't really make use of the terrain or roads. They'd just have to hope they could get out to a main road and steal a different car. He'd better speak up now before something else happened. "We need another car. We need to get ahead of them and get in a vehicle they don't recognize."
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Post by amberice on Apr 26, 2017 0:59:47 GMT -5
Buck leaned out the back door. One hand wrapped around a handle on the inside, short claws sinking into the metal like a hot knife through butter. The other slammed the trigger, sending a spray of bullets towards the police on their tails and a few unfortunate civilians who had just gotten in the way. Buck glanced back at the interior, grumbling, "Don't care what y'all do. Just don't stop." He pulled the door shut for a moment as he caught a glance at a cop leaning out the window and several dull thuds echoed around the back as the bullets tried and failed to penetrate the armored plating.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 1:15:15 GMT -5
"You got it!" He chuckled, forcing the poor gas pedal to the floor as he drove, tires screeching loudly as he took a sharp turn, part of the van seeming to tilt before straightening out. Cameron really didn't care about other people on the road as he swerved and dodged, because while he might not have cared he certainly didn't need to hit someone at the speed he was going. Blasting through a red light he looked about, trying to find another vehicle for them to get into. "Oh, well well well," he snickered, looking back before looking ahead. "I have an idea!" He declared as he took another turn. Each turn allowed them to lose a couple more card here and there. Which was certainly good as he had his eyes set on a delivery truck for them to swipe and use to get away.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 1:23:07 GMT -5
I'm gonna sleep guys, I'll be back tomorrow)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 1:28:22 GMT -5
(okie sleep well~)
Arc looked ahead out the front window, looking at the large car they seemed to be approaching. "If we get it, let me drive. I can change so they won't recognize me. You two can duck down out of sight and they'll drive right by us." He said, sitting up a little higher. He looked back at the other two a moment, waiting for them to agree or reject his idea. But if it worked, they could have a fair-sized vehicle to hide out in. It would be nice to stretch out in it where they couldn't be seen.
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Post by amberice on Apr 26, 2017 11:51:26 GMT -5
Buck glanced back out the back for a moment, "We'll be clear in about ten seconds." Shutting the door , he began to clamber forwards towards the front seats, ducking his head as he attempted to shuffle his large frame through the tight spaces. His large tattooed head poked forwards between the two in the front seats, rifle still clutched in a massive clawed hand, "Ready when you are. "
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 13:33:04 GMT -5
"Alright, sounds like a plan," he mused, looking back curiously when the vehicle seemed to rock slightly as Buck moved about, grinning in amusement. "Looks like you need a little bit more space," he snickered. He inhaled deeply, letting it out as they got closer to the truck. And then it hit him, they should probably start slowing down other wise they were going to collide with the vehicle and end up ruining their chances of escaping. The demon took his foot up off the gas and slammed it down on the brake pedal, the tires screeching as the poor prison van started slowing down. Awful noises erupted from up underneath it and it was a really good thing they'd come across this truck when they did because there was no way this van was getting back on the road anytime soon. Pulling hard on the steering wheel to get the van to turn, he grit his teeth, hoping that it wasn't about to flip over. Thankfully it didn't and with even more horrific noises it came to a harsh and abrupt stop. "Time to go," he insisted as the police sirens could be heard getting closer and closer. He practically kicked his door open and scrambled out quickly, heading for the back doors of the truck so he could climb in.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 13:41:08 GMT -5
(Ack I'm sorry, i just gotta ask first, is the new target van moving or parked?)
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 13:44:29 GMT -5
(Oh no, you're fine man, it's parked. I should probably have specified that better, pfft, my bad friend)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 13:54:09 GMT -5
(XD It's all good, I was thinking they were on the road or something and they were about to jack someone's truck with them in it.)
As soon as the van was stopped, Arc leapt out of the vehicle and sprinted over to the other one. He covered his fist in this jumpsuit, hoping it would be enough before shoving his fist and forearm flat against the truck window. The glass gave in easily, caving away, though a few sharp fractures did piece the orange attire and slice his arm. Whatever, he had the window clear!
He jumped up, climbing through and tossing the glass out as fast as he could. Again, the sharp edges left thin red lines on his fingers, but he could care less. He went under the wheel, severing and connecting wires. He hadn't done it often, but he knew it enough. He heard the engine roar to life and straightened himself quickly. He needed a new face now. He started searching for anything in sight - a magazine, a billboard, anything. He spotted a little white card sitting on the dashboard and grabbed it, turning it over. The fool had left his license! Perfect! Using the image on the front, Arc changed shape, mimicking the man's tired green eyes, buzz cut black hair, and heavy frame. He got the skin right this time, thankfully. The best part, the shift let him mimic the man's shirt that showed in the picture. He opened the top of the jumpsuit, rolling it down to act as just a pair of pants. This would look so much less suspicious! He waited for the sound of the back doors opening, ready to take off.
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Post by amberice on Apr 26, 2017 14:50:12 GMT -5
Buck waited a moment longer, getting his bearings after that rather tumultuous stop and giving the other two a moment to make their way over to the truck. Once his head had finished spinning, burst out of the van and sprinted towards the truck, his large frame unfolding as he finally was free of those horribly tiny spaces. He caught up just as Cameron reached the back doors and reached up to rip off the padlock, the metal groaning before it snapped. Tossing it to the ground, he immediately realized that was a bad idea and grabbed it to shove in his pocket. No evidence. He swung open the door and reached over to grab Cameron by the back of his neck so he could chuck him in.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 15:14:46 GMT -5
Cameron's wings stretched out as he ran, enjoying the space they had before it would be taken away once again because that delivery truck didn't look like it was going to have enough room for his wings to hang out. His eyes seemed to light up when Buck straight up ripped the lock off and he peeked around the truck to see Arc climbing in. This was all going so well! Or at least as well as a prison break could go. As he was about to come back around to climb in he felt a hand around his neck and then suddenly he was being thrown in. Which was probably really easy for Buck since Cameron was more of a lean, thin type. With a thud he hit, sitting up and looking around, grinning widely,"awesome! Let's get rolling!" he insisted, looking towards Buck as he climbed in before peeking past him towards the police cars pulling in. "Oh," he reached over and pulled the doors closed, holding them there and falling silent.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 15:25:07 GMT -5
Arc heard Cameron's call and put the vehicle in reverse, backing out to the road and stopping briefly to put the truck in drive. He spotted a sign for the speed limit and slowed the truck to match. Ha, the cops would fly right by them, if they didn't stop to investigate the discarded van first. Either way, they'd be states away before they got wise. He tapped the back of the van behind his head to get the other's attention. "You good back there? Can you hear me?" He asked. His voice might have been a little drowned out by the wind flooding through the window. At least he'd cleared the glass enough to make it look like the window was just rolled down.
He tried to think of a plan. They had a ways to go before they could ditch this truck for another, maybe steal the keys and actually have a car or something that was in one piece. They could probably steal a surplus of food anywhere and stash it in the vehicle. They'd be able to go a fair distance this way.
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Post by amberice on Apr 26, 2017 17:44:20 GMT -5
Buck clambered in, flopping out on the metal floor in relief. As the truck began to rumble beneath them, he slowly sat upright and made his way towards the front, his deep voice echoing in the empty space, "We're alright. I can hear you." While in the light, Buck nearly looked human aside from his pale, jagged claws, in the darkness of the back of the truck, it was abundantly clear he wasn't. His eyes, typically appearing a rich brown, glowed red like hot embers and it was as if fire ran below his skin, creating a full red light that was faintly visible in any area that wasn't covered in his jumpsuit or ink.
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 26, 2017 19:27:02 GMT -5
OoC :: Mind if I jump in somewhere?
IC :: words
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 20:45:11 GMT -5
Cameron scooted over and grinned cheerfully,"all gokd back here! Yeah, we can hear you!" He answered, turning his attention to his acquaintance. "Woah, that's cool," he mused in awe, looking him over. The cambion didn't have cool little abilities like his buddies, he didn't shapeshift and he didn't glow. He wasn't able to blend in either, not with his wings sticking out from his lower back, his frog like eyes, small horns, sharp teeth and slightly gray tinted skin. "So remind me again what your names are?" He asked, looking from the wall to the massive brute beside him. He was sure he'd heard them before but there were so many people in that prison it was hard to remember them all.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 20:45:25 GMT -5
Go right ahead man!)
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 26, 2017 20:56:28 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: "I-" a small female purred out in a slightly annoyed manner, "-can't believe you three didn't othering waking me up before we switched these cars. Do you know how irritating it is, to be woken up by the cops violently opening up the van's doors? And then have to escape within seconds before you get sent back to that stupid cage? Not fun." Kat had to use her precious powder to make them all go to sleep, and then carefully run to this stupid truck because she did not have wings to use. A useless tail and ears that hear far- which gets irritating when she just wants to sleep. 6 horns across her head and cat eyes were so useful as well. She was lucky enough to have saved some dust that allowed her to go through walls, and now, she sat angrily in a corner of the vehicle staring at them.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 21:08:16 GMT -5
Um just one question, how could she have slept when they just broke out and were in the prison van for a few moments?)
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 26, 2017 21:09:28 GMT -5
OoC :: Eep, sorry. Uhm, well, she does sleep like a hecka a lot though, it's in her character to fall asleep within seconds if she wants to- but I could change that for this if you need me to?
IC :: words
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 21:10:30 GMT -5
No you're fine, I just wasn't sure if you knew that or what, but I gotcha. I just wanted to clear it up because ngl, I was a lil confused there)
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 26, 2017 21:16:05 GMT -5
OoC :: Okay, sorry about the confusion. Glad it was cleared.
IC :: words
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Post by Bleating Ram on Apr 26, 2017 21:17:03 GMT -5
You are a-okay my friend)
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Apr 26, 2017 23:06:37 GMT -5
(back sorry, we went swimming )
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