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Birthday
• 1983-08-05
Gender
• Male
Location
• Vancouver, BC
Member Since
• 2003-08-02
Occupation
• Writer; Part-Time Hero
Real Name
• James

Personal

Achievements
• Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far
Anime Fan Since
• Winter 2001
Favorite Anime
• Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure)
Goals
• Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
Hobbies
• Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general
Talents
• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory

myOtaku.com: SomeGuy

Friday, February 20, 2004

Cream Filling & Nougat: Second Coating (Chapter VII)
(Alright, here we go. As it turns out, my little jotted down outlines in my school planner ended after the last chapter. I'm on full-impov mode now (ahh! kowaii!!!). With luck this won't take 'til 5am . . . though if it does, it'll be fair, since that's what I did last night with blasted Civ3 . . . alright, on with the story!)

"You notice we're always getting rides to these things?" Nougat said to Cream as they rode in the back of the police cruiser.
"Hey, you were the one that didn't want to drive anymore," Cream returned.
"And don't think I'm not enjoying this," Nougat said with a toothy smile. Cream shoved him a little while his left arm was up from putting a kevlar vest on over his shirt.
"Oh hey," he said to the officer riding in the passenger seat, "thanks again for the vest. I'll try to get it back to ya in one piece." The cop nodded and looked back over his shoulder.
"And my gun?" Cream palmed the pistol hostered at his side.
"Yeah, that's comin' back too, don't worry . . ."
"One way or another, yeah," Nougat added. when both Cream and the cop looked at him, he shrugged. "Hey, we have a knack for gettin' shot. I'm sure someone'll be able to get it back to ya even if it isn't Whip'." Cream lowered his brows.
"Oh, gee, thanks Noug'."
"It's what I'm here for, ya know . . ." Cream shoved him again when his arm was back up putting his suit jacket on over the flak vest; after hitting the older man, Cream slowly slid his arm into his sleeve, being careful of his makeshift bandage job on his wrist. The officer that was driving parked the car.
"Alright, I'm stopped behind the City Centre. Keep your radios on, and call us in if you need anything. I think I should be able to talk a couple more cars into the area if you need it." Nougat responded,
"Can do, though I doubt it'll have to come to that." The two of them waited patiently as the officers opened the doors for them to get out. "Oh hey," Nougat added as the one officer started to get into the driver's seat, "you mind if I steal your gun & vest too?"

"Hey, hurry up old man!" Cream shouted in as quiet a whisper as he could to his lagging-behind partner, who was still throwing his jacket on over his vest.
"Easy," he said, finally catching up to Cream against the outer wall of the centre, "you know I'm not about to put a vest on over my clothes."
"Come on, how attentive a shooter could he be?" Nougat took a turn to shove Cream.
"oh gee, like I'm gonna go out there and pretty much invite him to shoot me in the head, right?"
"Hey, it'd save me the troub' . . ."
"Ah, shaddup . . . hey, do your job!"

The plaza was a large glass structure that towered high over the ground. Outside, the ground floor and the two above it were blocked by long curtains of various colours. Above that, though, the clear glass ceiling was visible along with all the scaffolding beneath it. Neither man had actually seen the exhibit yet, and thus didn't know what to expect inside; of course, that was currently the least of the problems.
"'kay . . ." Cream said quietly once they were both in front of the front doors, " . . . how do we get in?"

"Looks like your less-noble skills are gonna be lost here, Whip'," Nougat said as they looked at the magnetically sealed door.
"Think they're in here?" Cream asked. Nougat pointed across the street.
"That car seems to ring a bell," he said, thinking back to the description the Fections had given them of Basil's car. Satistied, Cream looked back to the door and jiggled the handle and forth, feeling how it was held shut. It was completely pointless, and both men knew it, but Cream continued to do it. "So . . . you have an idea yet?" Cream continued jostling with the locked door. "Come on man, this isn't useful for any of us . . ." Cream started banging at the door. "Whip', don't do this, we'll think of . . ." Nougat was cut off fiercely by Cream's actions. "Holy crap, man!" Cream fired two more rounds through the glass of the door, shattering it spectacularly. Nougat stood stunned as Cream leaped through the broken door, alarms ringing all around him. "Dude what the hell are you . . ." Again, Nougat was interrupted by nearby events: metal bars were being dropped from between the above curtains to block off any entrance or exit through the front doors. Nougat dove through the broken door just before the bars touched down.
"Quite screwin' around!" Cream shouted back as he ran. "They know we're here now!"

(Yeah, I kept this one short . . . . . it's almost 1am my time, so I think you can understand that, right? Yeah . . . . . um . . . I'll try to think harder for tomorrow. later!)
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