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❛this time please someone come and rescue me❜
░ NAME :: Miranda C. James
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❛'cause you on my mind it's got me losing it❜
░ MOOD :: Annoyed, Irritated
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❛I'm lost, you got me lookin' for the rest of me❜
░ LOCATION :: At House Two; Living Room
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❛love is testing me but still I'm losing it❜
░ CURRENT INTEREST :: Tragic Cop.
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Miranda batted her eyelashes up at the cop, awaiting his reply. She was distracted; however, as yet another person entered the scene! Miranda turned her head to find, this time a real girl (Zeke could hardly qualify in Miranda's mind), enter the room. She was suprisingly quite normal looking. The only one of the bunch besides Miranda. Miranda raised her eyebrow as the girl came forward. She was rather plain looking and Miranda certainly didn't see her as a threat - for now anyways. The girl began demanding to know what was going on, looking quite baffled and confused at the whole situation.
Miranda gladly would have filled the girl in on how these people had wronged her; however, her attention was placed on the cop as he began to speak. Miranda's eyes flashed happily as he said that he would help her again. She was right in thinking that this man would be easy to manipulate it seemed. The cop immediately began admonishing the thief. "Oh please. Are you really gonna be that kind of person? Her room was marked before you got here. I saw it." Miranda nodded in confirmation. The cop then sighed and looked down at her before saying continuing. "I have an individual room myself. You can use that." He said. "There, solved. I don't care if she 'vandalized' your room. Put the door back on the room. Cover it if you have to. We don't need to be tearing doors down already."
Miranda blinked. It seemed that just like that the problem had been solved. This cop seemed quite noble and capable. Although Miranda would've rather had her own original room; at least she had "a" room and that would satisfy her for the time being. This cop was like putty in her hands. Miranda was about to throw her arms around the cop and thank him for getting rid of these foul vermin; however, just then the thief began shouting and all of a sudden the door was coming barrelling towards them!
Miranda had been in many situations before in which objects would fly at her; she didn't even flinch at the sight of the door being chucked towards them. The cop managed to jump in front of her, shielding her from harms way, as Miranda would expect no different. Luckily for him; however, the door narrowly missed and hit the wall making a loud noise and small dent. Miranda frowned in annoyance as she looked back to the thief; however, before she had time to react her expression was turned to suprise as she saw that the man had pulled out a gun! How had he even managed to bring that weapon?! Surely Mediocracy would screen these people to make sure they weren't lethal - then again, Miranda, even without weapons was quite lethal herself.
Miranda was distracted as the cop straightened up, facing the man again before putting his hands up in front of him and speaking, "Hey.... don't shoot me... please. I've been shot once. It's sorta painful you know." Miranda just gaped. The cop then began to step CLOSER towards the man with the gun. Was this cop in his right mind?! What cop would surrender so easily to the forces of evil?! "Really. Please. You ever heard a cop beg, cause I'm begging and I hope that's not gonna get me killed faster. I ever tell anyone I have a fear of death?" The cop continued only to ... beg? BEG?!! Miranda's jaw dropped in disbelief. She was beginning to have second thoughts about the capability of this "cop".
All of a sudden, almost out of nowhere, Zeke jumped into the scene in between the cop and the man with the gun. Throughout the whole ordeal, Zeke had been making obsceure noises and gestures; however, Miranda had opted to ignore her and tune her out. She'd deemed the girl as "mentally ill". Yep, this definitely proved her theory true. The "girl" had jumped out in front of a man ... a man with a GUN!!! "Don't you worry about a thing, Officer, you see... I got this. I may not look it, but I'm totally a detective-slash-spy-slash-private eye-slash-ninja and that means I got all sorts of cool gadgets on me like I got this little-" Miranda raised her eyebrow as the girl took out ... a bean? A BEAN?!?! Miranda sighed. If things didn't turn around soon she might have to take matters into her own hands. "--see that? THAT, my dear nemesis, is what you may refer to as.........." There was a dramatic pause in which Zeke flared her nostril. "....... a smoke bomb."
Okay, a smoke bomb. Miranda had to give the "girl" credit - that was a pretty good move. Miranda was even willing to reconsider her theory about the girls mental health if this plan followed through. Miranda watched as Zeke grabbed the pellet and threw it to the ground where it let out a loud "POP"-ing sound and then... a small haze of smoke slowly seeped out from the pellet; however, only enough to cover the thiefs feet. There was a long silence in which everyone in the room simply stared at the absurdity of the gesture. Finally, "Oh, GOD dammit!!", jumping a full one-hundred and eight degrees she spouted to the cop and Miranda, crying out, "Save yourselves!", before stealing a donut, skirting around them and breaking wind towards the kitchen.
After a moment Miranda simply crossed an arm in front of her chest and brought the other up to rest on her temple. "I'm surrounded by idiots.." She mumbled. It seemed the theif agreed because he suddenly spoke. "You're both crazy, and together your theatrics have spared you." The man put his pistol away. Miranda removed her hand from her temple and brought it to cross her chest with the other one, lifting an eyebrow at this man. Surely he didn't mean her. Impossible. He probably meant that thilthe who'd just exited the room. The thief continued to blabber about why he had spared then; however, Miranda was caught off guard as he addressed her. "Consider retrieving your belongings from the front of my door within an hour, or I'll shave your pretty hair off in your sleep."
Miranda frowned as the man departed.
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Princess Kitaaa · Wed Aug 25, 2010 @ 05:49pm · 0 Comments |
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