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Post by Bastina Le'sar on Jun 4, 2019 19:01:53 GMT
A prison was a prison no matter what it looked like or what freedoms you were made to believe you had. Going from being trapped in a hostile home to being cooped up in a apartment alone. Sure she was with Buster most nights unless he had some car to steal or job that was assigned. Though when she wasn't with him she was busy during the day remodeling the apartment. With her thee Lulu was able to get in and get the place to look better than a crack house in a ghost town neighborhood. Lulu had been most generous to her because of the circumstances that brought her to Benny.
The whispers around the club from some of the women said it was because Lulu had been through stuff similar in the past. So at least someone here somewhat understood what she had been through to some level. Sitting on the new comfy suede couch she flipped through the TV channels bored with what she had seen so far. Stopping on some loud show called Jerry springer she smirked at the drama unfolding. Bastina was never aloud to watch TV because Diablo said it would give her ideas of things she couldn't have.
When the Phone she had been given started ringing she leaned over and looked down at the screen. Swiping the green button she let her attention go back to the TV. "Hello, This is Greg from Shades, Curtains and Drapes. The order you placed has just come in and needs to be picked up." The man spoke and she gave him a thanks Before moving to slip on her heels. Making another call she tried to reach the man rordy who was supposed to be her escort but he didn't answer. what could be the harm in going alone she though as she grabbed the keys and her purse before heading out the door.
Sure she was wanted by the diablos but they had been rather quiet lately with her being under the fools protection. A simple trip to a fabric store couldn't possibly be the end of the world. Which it certainly wasn't she got there and was in and out in a few minutes. Deciding to take a stroll a few blocks home probably wasn't the best idea when she was grabbed and drug into an alley. Dropping the bags she was slammed into the wall with a knife at her throat.
There was panic in her eyes as the two Latino men cursed at her and talked about taking her home to diablo. In her mind she started to call out for any bugs that could possibly due damage. A swarm of wasps or bees or hell she would take some hungry locusts at this point. Letting out a scream she had her mouth covered quickly as they tried dragging her down the alley to a car at the other end.
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Post by Crawler on Jun 4, 2019 22:12:40 GMT
When around cities Crawler preferred to move quickly. The sooner he got out, the sooner he got away from people who would surely hurt him. Flying high and out of sight over Detroit with a pair of dragonfly wings for speed, Crawler felt a strange feeling wash over him. Someone was in danger, and he knew where they were, he didn't know how he knew, he just knew, and whoever it was, he felt the need to help. He quickly turned around and flew towards the cry for help.
Descending lower and looking down towards an alley, he saw a woman with blue hair being dragged towards a car by to angry looking men. Crawlers lips curled back into a snarl as his wings retracted and four large spiders legs grew out of his torso allowing him to catch himself on the alley walls before letting out a guttural shriek and charging the men, his body beginning to grow chitinous armor and a scorpion like tail as he scurried forward. one of the men drew a pistol and fired a few rounds at Crawler, but the bullets bounced harmlessly off his armor before he plunged his stinger into the man's chest and turned to the man who had knife held to Bastina. Crawler spat out a small stream of acid at the man's face causing him to release Bastina and reel back in pain before being quickly put down by Crawlers stinger.
Once the threat was gone, Crawlers thoughts began to go back to normal. He did not know that it was Bastina's power that gave him the urge to help so he was confused as to why he wanted to help her in the first place. People were bad. All they did was hurt him, the scars on his arms and torso proved that, so what made her so special? For all he knew, she was just like everyone else who called him a monster and a freak, even other mutants hurt him. Not letting down his guard, Crawler picked up the two corpses as he figured he needed to eat later, and began scaling the alley wall, never taking his eyes off her in case she tried to hurt him as well
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Post by Bastina Le'sar on Jun 5, 2019 13:02:05 GMT
The struggle was exhausting but she wasn't just going to willingly be taken back. She scratched and kicked as they tried t drag her along and soon the rescue squad came. Not in the form of wasps of bees but something she hadn't expected. The men were attack by a giant being of mixed matched bug parts. Being shoved to the ground she watched the fight turned from a cloud of bullets. To just two bodies in the alleyway as she breathed heavy and watched the creature. His attention turned to her but not in aggression she just sensed the fear in him.
Slowly she rose from her position on the ground and fixed her skirt. Her shirt was torn a bit and she has bruises forming on her arms were they had tried to take her away. As she looked at the bug man crawling up the wall she stepped closer. "Wait! Were are you going?" She asked in a french sounding accent. "Can i not thank my rescuer whom answered my call?" Her voice was soft as she watched him carefully. Grabbing the bags she had dropped she also picked up her purse. "I wont hurt you. Bugs are my friends."
Bastina didn't want this strange being to go because she felt like for once someone would get her. Sure Benny got her needs as a woman but not really her power because she hadn't used it around him really. "Do you have a home mister bug man?" She asked with a smile as the being seemed to watch her carefully. "I have a extra room at home, You could sleep there." She offered not really caring what Benny would have to say about it. She was confident that he would be happy that the bug boy had saved her from her own stupidity.
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Post by Crawler on Jun 15, 2019 4:34:42 GMT
As Crawler began to scurry away with the aid of the spider legs protruding from his torso, he heard Bastina's voice call out to him. She didn't sound scared or disgusted. "She's.. Grateful?" he thought to himself as he cautiously approached Bastina. Her words seemed sincere which left Crawler confused. "Who would want to be friends with a freak like me?" he thought cocking his head curiously as he stared Bastina down as she spoke saying that she wouldn't hurt him. "Bugs are her friends?" her words stunned Crawler for a moment and he felt something he hadn't felt in years; Hope. Maybe she really wasn't like everyone else.
"Do you have a home mister bug man?" Crawler felt himself cringe slightly, when she spoke to him like that he felt like a children's cartoon character, the thought of such made him chuckle quietly before answering. "No.. I always moving" his voice was raspy and strained from years without use and he felt a small trickle of his own blood run down his throat. Talking hurt, which was why Crawler kept his words short and quick even though it made him seem like he had the speaking ability of a child.
Bastina offering him a place to stay further stunned him and for a moment he looked at her dumbfounded. "You... Sure?... I can have... room?" his cautious and fearful expression suddenly warmed as a small smile crept across his face. This was the first time in years anyone was kind to him and for once he felt joy, the emotion causing him to let out a guttural clicking sound, some sort of insectoid purr. His hand quickly covered his mouth as he thought the sound might be mistaken for a sign of aggression or ill intent rather than an expression of joy. "T-Thank... You..."
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Post by Bastina Le'sar on Jul 5, 2019 15:42:47 GMT
In her short life Bastina hadn't had much experience with other mutants. To find one so closely connected to bugs was just a bonus which made for a instant connection. Maybe it was due to her power drawing him it but she loved having someone to talk to. Not that Benny was bad to her but he was also very physical. She had only known him a short time and the emotional parts of him weren't exactly flowing out. They had fun and sure she had a blast 'breaking in' Many many places. Her eyes watched as he got closer and she smiled at him.
His voice was raspy and the the following clicking noises made her giggle. Moving forward her hand gently patted his head before she grabbed her bags off the ground. "Come on.. Lets go home." Bastina spoke as she walked out of the alley and slid into a cab that was waiting for her. Once Crawler was in she gave the driver the address and they were moving. It was a short 7 minute ride before she slid out of the taxi and they headed into the apartment building. On the 9th floor was apartment 12i and her key slid in and the door unlocked with a click.
Flipping on the lights she moved in and dropped the bags by the door. "Make yourself at rest. you like drink?" Her accented voice spoke in broken English. Truthfully she didn't have the most experience speaking because most of her time with Diablo she was expected to be seen and not heard. Buster wasn't exactly chatty Kathy either unless it was him and William going back and forth in some battle of sarcasm. In the kitchen she poured from fruit flower nectar into some glasses and moved into the living room.
Slipping onto the couch beside Crawler she offered him a glass. Due to her shared bug like aspects she just assumed it was the best drink choice. "So you change into any bug? Or just parts of bug?" Bas inquired as she sipped liquid and leaned a bit closer. Mostly just curious about her new found friend. She had the ability to change aspects of herself such as eye color, tattoo patterns and her hair. Just one of many perks of her ability along with insect aided healing and growing wings.
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Post by Crawler on Jul 6, 2019 9:44:50 GMT
As Bastina's hand reached out and patted his head, he felt himself lean into her hand letting out the guttural purr again before quickly pulling his head back with his face now a bright shade of red. Although Crawler was far more used to fear, he could still feel embarrassment, and these reactions to Bastina's actions were more then enough to embarrass him. Still, Crawler was able to keep himself from shrinking back in embarrassment and silently followed Bastina to the taxi.
In the back seat of the taxi, Crawler could tell that the driver was eyeing him weirdly. Then again, Crawler couldn't blame the guy, he looked a mess. Crawlers cloths were essentially tattered rags that lazily hung over his body barely doing their job of covering him. Every time he transformed, the cloths would become more and more torn as his body shifted into insectoid parts. Luckily the taxi ride was short and Crawler was quick to leave the car before following Bastina to her apartment
Entering the apartment after Bastina, he felt a smile tug at his lips as she told him to rest and asked if he wanted a drink. Crawler wasn't used to kindness like this, but he definitely wasn't complaining. "Thank... You" he said quietly sitting on the couch. When Bastina entered the rooma nd handed him a drink before sitting next to him, he couldn't help but laugh as he realized what he was given. "Favorite" he said pointing at the glass before taking a drink. Crawler was used to trash and scraps, but he still remembered what things like this tasted like, and that he had one hell of a sweet tooth.
Listening to Bastina's question he turned to her and answered "Parts and abilities, mix.. and match... Love flying... night flights best" he said smiling not realizing that in his moment of imagining flying that he was sprouting vibrant blue butterfly like wings until the wings pushed him off the couch. Falling down he quickly swatted at the wings making them shrink back into his body before getting back onto the couch visibly red faced. "Why the hell am I so awkward?" he thought to himself
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Post by buster on Jul 6, 2019 22:12:03 GMT
| | "You're a dead motherfucker. After i finish combing my hair you're a dead mother fucker." | "Come on baby let me give you a dance." Benny looked up annoyed at the tall glass of skim milk. Soft creamy skin that could make a grown man cry. Tits that would make you want to slap your mamma. "Nah doll.... Not tonight." Benny replied. His hair flopped down over his face as his ringed fingers circled the rim of his glass. He had been sitting at this strip club for the last 40 minutes. He was here on business, but business concluded a long time ago.
Sitting by his feet was a duffel. Filled with AK's and semi automatic handguns. Benny never nailed down that whole "responsibility" thing. It was for the club. They had little use for them. Each one of them could do damage on their own, but hardware still sold. Plenty of humans arming up for the big race wars. And Benny didn't really give two shits if humans used these things on other mutants. As long as their money spent.
"This dance is on me baby." She pleaded. Taking Benny's hand she began to lead him back, until he snatched it away. "You deaf? I said piss off!" Benny raised his voice to her, but he would never slug a woman. It went against the grain of everything he believed in. What the club believed in. It was enough however to get the attention of the bouncer....
"Time to go little man." A deep brooding voice spoke up from behind him. Benny casually looked over his shoulder. The dancer looked worried and she did the right thing in getting the fuck out of there. Benny didn't actually turn around, but looking over his shoulder he spoke calmly and casually. "Get your hand. Off....My fucking shoulder. Or find out what it feels like to swallow it." The laughing reaper on the back of Benny's leather jacket said he was bad news. The words Fool's Dice stitched across the patch, with the words "Life's a Gamble." Subtly reminding this asshole that his chances were 50/50.
"Let's go clown." The bouncer urged and squeezed tightly on Benny's shoulder. "Alright. Alright." Benny replied standing up and complying. Benny stood up slowly and just when the bouncer thought he was going to get his way Benny swung a chair into his face. It shattered. The hard corner of the chair leg broke a cheek bone and splintered off. Benny was half drunk and done with people telling him what to do. Benny began to stomp and kick the massive man. Like he didn't realize there was a huge size difference or just didn't give a shit. "LIKE THAT ASSHOLE?!? YOU'RE GOING TO BE DANCING ON THE STAGE NEXT WHEN I MAKE YOU MY BITCH!"
Benny was enraged. Too enraged to see the other bouncers swarming him. They collectively kicked the fucking shit of out of him. One guy holding each arm while a third took his sweet time landing punches to his ribs and jaw. The first punch snapped Benny's head to the side. "Dam... I hope your insurance covers this..." Benny laughed. It earned him another punch to the ribs. "You assholes are dead." Another punch made him gasp for air. He cocked his fist for a third but Benny kicked him in the face. "Fuck you chickenshit!" He dared.
There was no arguing with a flapjack across the back of the skull though. Benny's unconcious body was tossed out into the alley. Into the rain. He slumped against a dumpster. Bloodied, beaten and a tear in his favorite Haiwiian shirt. When he came too, the guns were gone. Of course they were fucking gone. Someone saw an oppurtunity. Benny just lost a lot of money for the club. That was a club approved buy. Fuck.
Everyone was busy with the whole change in leadership deal. No one was really pressuring him for the hardware right away.
Benny wiped the blood off his lip and pushed himself to his feet. Stumbling out of the alley he managed somehow to make it to his car and drive home. Kicking himself the whole way home he knew he had to come up with more guns from somewhere and he had to steal them. He didn't have the out of pocket cash to pay for them himself. "SON OF A BITCH!" He screamed punching the steering wheel. On the passenger seat his phone lit up. UNKNOWN NUMBER. Persistent motherfucker aren't you? He thought glancing at his phone and promptly ignoring it.
It was the 7th missed call tonight. Benny whipped into his parking lot and stumbled up the stairs. Somehow he found a way to get the key in the lock and shove the door open. Meandering into the room he tossed the keys at the table in an underhanded arching throw. They sailed well over the table ad landed somewhere in the kitchen, sliding under the fridge. He didn't care or notice. Benny stripped his jacket away and allowed it to hit the floor. His hot pink, blue and yellow UGLY AS FUCK Hawiian shirt hung deserpately from his scrawny shoulders.
He was burised, black and blue. His hair hung in his eyes and he just looked exhausted. He didn't even notice the stranger on his couch at first. He collapsed into the chair at the table and just sighed. When he finally did notice Crawler on the couch he just stared. His eyes shifted subtly to Bastina. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Just a vacant expression with no real way of knowing what he was thinking. He noticed the wing tips and raised an eyebrow. "Who's your friend?" He asked.
Benny was already spinning wheels on how he could use a patsy to do some of his dirty work. A friendly smile washed over his face. His arm over the back of the chair dangled harmlessly. "You looking for work kid?" He asked. Reaching up his other hand he slicked back his wet hair and waited for the shoe to drop.
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