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Post by Roy Mustang on Jan 15, 2010 4:18:12 GMT -5
ROY MUSTANG**
"baby, it's fact: and our love is true." Rushing.
That was what Roy was doing.
Oranges for SALE!
'God, Mustang. I thought you only hit the snooze button once..' his mind scolded, and the lieutenant Colonel rolled his eyes at the way it sounded in his head. As if he hated himself, really. With a beautiful day like this, you'd think he'd have been happy, carefree - cheerful. But when you wake up late and you know a tower of paperwork (taller than you) is waiting for you right on your desk, you get a bit pissed off.
Oranges for SALE!
'Person walking with groceries. Stop!' Roy groaned just slightly as he skidded to a halt, people staring at him and mumbling 'military swine' under their breath.
"Just because he's a State Alchemist, he thinks he owns the place.."
Roy twitched. Comments like that would be erased one day, Mustang. Comments like that would be erased one day. It was what he normally told himself to keep himself sane.
Oranges for SALE!
Not noticing. Just running. Just rushing. Just hoping he wouldn't trip and be late and have a little scolding session with Hawkeye.
A scolding session with Hawkeye.
'Shoot..'
It was obvious this was a life and death situation to him.
Oranges for SALE!
Noticed too late.
Tripped.
Slipped.
Hit his forehead on the pavement.
A string of colorful swear words left his lips as Roy fell, and he had to stumble to his feet in order to see what caused his tripping in the first place. Groaning, he looked over to look at the reason.
Oranges for SALE!
A mother was covering her child's ears, glaring at him. It was a possibility that the child was asking her what 'the 'F' word' meant. And Roy? You could say he was annoyed. Agitated. Angered. And that was only the A's.
"Oranges!?" he shouted, and the storekeeper came forward.
"Listen, buddy, you made them all fall, you better be willing to pay for them."
Roy resisted the urge to scream in frustration. So much for enduring on this May Day. Honestly? He thought he was going to die instead, as much as he hated to admit it. TAGGED ? no-one, sobb WORDS ? eh, i dunno. below three hundred? MUSIC ? Tonight - FM Static NOTES ? i copy + pasted this from an old site. e_e |
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Post by Ameena Mustang on Jan 15, 2010 4:47:14 GMT -5
Central there was no better place to be then central,attractions and shops that lined the streets just reaching out and begging on to come on in and spend spend spend.That was what one young woman wanted to do,was go into some of the shops and buy something.But no she had to resist that temptation,besides she had to get to the office and report in on what she had been doing out at the base.All the files she had signed off on and made sure to be in order,and also to report anything that might be useful to tell.Of course it had been boring there the whole time,not a whisper of anything that was going on fell upon her ears.
As she turned a corner,her light green eyes blinked for a moment.There seemed to be some sort of commotion going on near a orange vendor,there were alot of people surrounding something or someone on the ground.As she pushed her way through,she stopped for a sec as she passed the people hearing them whisper ill things about the military and something about state alchemists.How dare they utter such words from their lips,if it wasn't for state alchemists and the military protecting the people the whole world would go to hell.Making her way through finally,she spotted who it was her eyes widened as she ran over.
"Roy what the heck happened to you".
She kneeled beside him,her voice filled with concern.Glancing at the store keeper who seemed to be a little peeved,and asking for him to pay for the fallen oranges all Ameena did was frown.Reaching into her pocket she took out some money and payed the owner of the shop,there he could choke on that money all she cared.She was more concerned for her husband at the moment,and shooed the onlookers away.Helping him up she took him to a nearby bench and sat him down,and looked at his forehead to see if he needed to go to the hospital.
"You sure took quite a spill,how many fingers am I holding up".
She held up four fingers,making sure he didn't have a concussion or anything.To trip like that and bang his head,he was probably running late.And that meant he wanted to get to the office in time so Riza wouldn't yell at him,rolling her eyes at that mental thought she kept her attention on her husband. [/center] |
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Post by Roy Mustang on Jan 17, 2010 1:26:08 GMT -5
ROY MUSTANG**
"baby, it's fact: and our love is true." The sound of a familiar voice rings through Roy's ears, and when he lifts his head to look at the source, he sees her - his Ameena; like a sign from a God that does not exist that He loves him. A slow grin forms on his charming face as a response to her question, and he gives a quick shrug of his shoulders.
"Oh, you know; the usual. Getting the crap beaten out of me either verbally or physically. I doubt you really have to ask, darli--" [/color] Roy blinks once, twice, when she takes out some money to give the horrid storekeeper who doesn't deserve the nice treatment. He opens his mouth to protest, but thinks it unwise to do so; perhaps Ameena would only get cross with him, and Roy doesn't exactly like the thought of that very much. He is a little flustered, but shows no sign of faltering, and when she holds up her fingers his fingers reach instinctively upward to touch his forehead. It stings, and he resists the urge to hiss. "You're holding one million fingers, sweets. I'm fine,"[/color] Roy answers, smiling gently, looking behind him and at the people who found better business than insulting a military personnel behind his back. Roy licks his lips, and he looks upward at the sky, sees the clouds darken and become an ugly gray color. He clicks his tongue, looks at Ameena, and takes her hand, kissing her knuckles in a gentlemanly sort of gesture. "But not for long. I think Lieutenant Hawkeye will have my head on a silver platter for being late."[/color] Roy grins as though it's a good thing, and a single droplet falls onto his nose.[/size][/blockquote] TAGGED ? my sweet honey! WORDS ? shorter than your post MUSIC ? Lucky - Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat NOTES ? my roy is rusty ;; |
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Post by Ameena Mustang on Jan 17, 2010 1:44:27 GMT -5
A million fingers,was he serious.It looks like that bump on his head took it's toll,shaking her head lightly she sighed.That man at the shop didn't deserve the money she had given him,but it at least shut him up didn't it.Ameena took a small hankie out and dabbed it against the wound on his head gently,if he was seeing a million fingers that meant he was not fit to go into work today.That mound of paperwork he usually had waiting for him,would have to be done by someone else.Cleaning the wound,she scrunched her nose up at the blood.This meant she would need to wash it later,and a bandaid just wasn't going to cut it with this wound she might have to take him to see the doctor.
Glancing behind her husband,since he so did she saw that the people were finally gossiping about something else besides a injured military personnel.Her eyes then went skyward as she noticed that gray clouds were starting to gather,and the sun was disappearing from the sky.Great first she comes to the rescue then now she sees the weather is going to change,and if it meant rain that also meant Roy was useless in the rain.He wouldn't be able to use his alchemy,but she could use hers.
"Riza and your paperwork can wait,we need to get you to a doctor and get that wound patched".
Feeling him take her hand,then lay a kiss upon it she tryed to keep her face from showing the tint of pink building there.Ameena didn't want him going to work if he was feeling dizzy or lightheaded,and especially if he couldn't tell four fingers from a million.Did it look like she had a million fingers,no she had five on each hand.Looking up towards the sky once more,she felt a raindrop hit her cheek and run down her chin before dropping to the ground.
"Great.......rain,just what we need". [/center] |
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