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E.P. wrinkled his face in annoyance when Cameron booped his nose.

"No. Go away. I’m done." After a few minutes he opened one eye for a moment to see if she was still there. Rather un-miraculously, she was. The boy sighed and leaned back in the chair crossing his arms across his chest and kept his eyes shut.

"I’m just gonna sit here. That’s all," he said in an attempt to sway her to go away. Maybe if he was boring long enough she’d leave. Then he could properly handle his situation.

"Hmmm? Done with wha'? Done with doin' fuckin' nothin'? Done with bein' an asshole an' ignorin' me?"

Yeah because you're one to be calling other people assholes. She got up, sitting on the chair next to him, and starting to repeatively boop his nose again.

"Yeah well 'm jus' gonna si' 'ere an' do this 'til ya star' doin' somethin'."

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[anon voice] i want cam to jam

[cam voice]

suck my ass

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Flight 29 Down - E.P. - Prologue

"Ya ‘avin’ fun there with yer little toy, nerd?"

Cam totally hadn’t been following him this entire time. And she totally wasn’t gonna continue to do that. But hey, maybe it’d piss him off a bit.

Leaning over his shoulder, she had a quick look at the payphone. Great, that would’ve been useful if any of them were filthy rich, unfortunately that they were not.

"Yeah, hate ta admi’ i’ ta ya bud, bu’ ya gotta pay fer tha’. Ya ain’ go’ 50,000,000 bucks on ya by any chance ‘ave ya?"

"Piss the fuck off," E.P. snapped. This girl was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. He stormed away from the payphone. His attention was grabbed by a flight schedule. Looking up however it turned out to be a ruse. E.P. let out an angry grunt, tightening his ponytail’s hairband in stress.

"Great! Great! Great! Love this. Really do! Go to Japan, they said. Pursue your title. Jump in the goddamn airplane. Fly to nowhere. It’s fun! Educational!" E.P. angrily mumbled to himself.

"Nice word choice there, dick’ead."

She pouted and crossed her arms as he walked away. What the fuck that’s fucking rude.

She didn’t let him be alone for long though, and soon enough she was back next to him.

"Hey hey hey, ‘m pre’y fuckin’ sure they ne’er said anythin’ ‘bou’ i’ bein’ educational. An’ I can’ remember signin’ anythin’ tha’ promised we’d ge’ anywhere tha’ we were supposed ta."

"Also, fer the record, ya ti’le’s lame."

"Your ATTITUDE’S lame! This entire trip is lame! I’m out. I’m done." The boy turned around and sat in one of the chairs- in retrospect this was a lot like the last terminal. Asides from it being in the middle of nowhere. He shoved his hands into his pockets, closing his eyes. The AutoMechanic sat hunched over and sighed in exasperation. Maybe when he opened his eyes she’d be gone.

"Aww, ya really think so? Thanks fer tha complimen', 'ones'ly apprecia'e i'."

She waited for a moment after he'd sat down, to see if he'd actually bother doing anything or if he was really planning on ignoring her the whole time. Seeing that this was exactly what he'd planned on doing, she crouched down in front of him, booping his nose.

"Ya done ye'?"

#prologue;;#ic;;#e.p

closed for the rymeme //

"Staff figh’er or no’, tha’ thin’ is still a bloody threa’ ta all a us. Fer all we know ya could’ve fuckin’ killed us all while we were asleep. I mean ‘m no’ sayin’ tha’ ya would do tha’- bu’ then again- lookin’ at ya- i’ doesn’ seem tha’ unlikely."

She paused for a moment before raising her first, and clocking him right in the face. Before he’d even have time to react, she quickly grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

"Alright, listen here you little /shit/. I aint no fucking liar. Sure, I may be a prick, but there is no way on this fucking Earth that I am a godamn liar, and you will /not/ call me that again. Do. You. Fucking. Understand?"

Ryuu scowled slightly in annoyance. He’d let his guard down too much. It was pretty obvious he’d said something to upset her, so of course he could see that she was pissed - I mean, he did just get nailed in the face. He didn’t think drastic measures were necessary, though he could take her down more than likely, even with that hook of hers. He kind of deserved that punch, so he decided fast with a simple krav maga maneuver, hopefully enough to take her down to the point she’d understand not to mess with him too much.

Immediately he responded, grabbing her hand and twisting her wrist as he twisted his body, easily bringing his other arm around and slamming his forearm into her armpit. From here, he added his body weight on her until she was forced to nearly kneel, and he watched her intently, holding her there for a moment.

It all happened hardly within a second or two, and as he added slightly more pressure he noted the instinctive resistance, meaning he likely had her to the point where her wrist was twisted enough that he needn’t worry too much about her fighting back. But still, he watched. This girl seemed awfully unpredictable, and he wanted not to be caught off guard again. His expression now was dark - he was never really that good at keeping his emotions in check when he fought, to his dismay.

"If I were you I wouldn’t try to fight back, I could easily break your arm or even your shoulder from this position so if you wish to keep your use of this appendage please never lay a hand on me unless given permission. If you so choose to listen to my advice, I will heed yours and refrain from calling you a liar again, am I understood?"

#prologue;;#ic;;#ryuu #shit going down bruh #rip

Cameron honestly wasn't expecting a response like that, even though she probably should've been given the fact that he was a staff fighter, so is probably going to know a thing or two about martial arts. Though she really didn't believe he'd actually pull anything off on her, she probably should've at least prepared herself a bit more. She kept calm, however, and didn’t put up much of a struggle. Though it wasn’t the most joyful of things, it wouldn’t of been worth it in the end, and just would of ended up with her being in more pain. She could get him back for this later.

"... A'igh', wha'e'er. Go ahead. Break me arm, or e'en better jus' break my shoulder. Or hey, even both. I dare ya ta. I double dare ya. I ‘ones’ly couldn’ gi’ a shi’. Bu’ le’s be ‘ones’ ‘ere. Wha’ are tha others gonna think a ya when they find ou’ wha’ you’ve done? They aint gonna like ya, I can tell ya tha’ fer sure. You’ll ge’ so much of a bad reputation, an’ then yer’ll be alone. Though you probably already are, by the looks a thin’s.”

Though talking to people like this wasn’t exactly her favourite thing to do, it was something she was good at. If she couldn’t fight back physically, she’d just do so verbally until he finally showed a weak spot. There was going to be something that’d get to him, and she was going to find out what that was.

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frychu:

ic;;“If ya don’ care fer flyin’ in planes tha’ much, then why the ‘ell did ya come on this trip in tha firs’ place? Doesn’ make fuckin’ sense, if ya ask me. An’ hey hey hey, did ya say ya had a staff on ya? Seriously? They actually le’ ya ‘ave tha’ on the plane? This school’s logic is fuckin’ bullshi’ ‘m tellin’ ya.”

He raised an eyebrow curiously at him. Did the school really let him keep something as dangerous as a staff on him for the trip? And more importantly, what on earth could this kid’s talent be if it involved him having a staff.

“Well…”

She paused for a second, looking him up and down a few times.

“Tha fuck should I tell ya? Wha’ I do and wha’ ‘m good a’ ‘as absolu’ly nothin’ ta do with yerself. Fer all /I/ know, ya could be some ass’ole who doesn’t deserve ta know shi’ ‘bou’ me. Besides, I wouldn’ fuckin’ tell ya even if I did know ya. It’s classified, an’ ya don’ need ta know shi’.”

Ryuu sighed and recoiled from the girl slightly, she seeming to have nothing other than a bunch of spicy words behind her facade of sass. He would still watch to make sure she didn’t plan on getting physical, but for now it seemed safe to assume her a verbal threat only.

"Who are you to judge for my reasons for coming on this trip? Besides, the school’s logic is perfectly sound. I’m a staff fighter, so naturally I’d have the thing that allows me to do what I do best. It is, after all, my reason for being in the school, since we all know my grades aren’t exactly the greatest this planet has ever seen…"

Giving her a once over and judging from how the conversation had been going, Ryuu decided that maybe the girl wasn’t exactly something along the lines of an engineer. He probably had nothing to worry about, but now she knew something about him that he hadn’t actually meant to purposely tell her… And he still didn’t know her profession, either.

"I call bullshit, I don’t see you having any sort of classified field of expertise - but who am I to judge. I just would’ve thought that someone so important that they couldn’t even tell me why they’re at the school would have a little more wit about them when it came to pulling lies out of their ass."

#prologue;;#ic;;#ryuu #congrats on ur face ryuu

"Staff figh'er or no', tha' thin' is still a bloody threa' ta all a us. Fer all we know ya could've fuckin' killed us all while we were asleep. I mean 'm no' sayin' tha' ya would do tha'- bu' then again- lookin' at ya- i' doesn' seem tha' unlikely."

She paused for a moment before raising her first, and clocking him right in the face. Before he'd even have time to react, she quickly grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

"Alright, listen here you little /shit/. I aint no fucking liar. Sure, I may be a prick, but there is no way on this fucking Earth that I am a godamn liar, and you will /not/ call me that again. Do. You. Fucking. Understand?"

Flight 29 Down - E.P. - Prologue

"Ya ‘avin’ fun there with yer little toy, nerd?"

Cam totally hadn’t been following him this entire time. And she totally wasn’t gonna continue to do that. But hey, maybe it’d piss him off a bit.

Leaning over his shoulder, she had a quick look at the payphone. Great, that would’ve been useful if any of them were filthy rich, unfortunately that they were not.

"Yeah, hate ta admi’ i’ ta ya bud, bu’ ya gotta pay fer tha’. Ya ain’ go’ 50,000,000 bucks on ya by any chance ‘ave ya?"

"Piss the fuck off," E.P. snapped. This girl was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. He stormed away from the payphone. His attention was grabbed by a flight schedule. Looking up however it turned out to be a ruse. E.P. let out an angry grunt, tightening his ponytail’s hairband in stress.

"Great! Great! Great! Love this. Really do! Go to Japan, they said. Pursue your title. Jump in the goddamn airplane. Fly to nowhere. It’s fun! Educational!" E.P. angrily mumbled to himself.

"Nice word choice there, dick'ead."

She pouted and crossed her arms as he walked away. What the fuck that's fucking rude.

She didn't let him be alone for long though, and soon enough she was back next to him.

"Hey hey hey, 'm pre'y fuckin' sure they ne'er said anythin' 'bou' i' bein' educational. An' I can' remember signin' anythin' tha' promised we'd ge' anywhere tha' we were supposed ta."

"Also, fer the record, ya ti'le's lame."

#prologue;;#ic;;#e.p

closed for the rymeme //

"Quite frankly, I don’t know a single damn thing about planes except that I don’t actually care for flying in them all that much. So really, why would I try to mess up the flight? What reasons would I have, especially since this whole thing’s seemed to have lost me my staff that was on the plane, but now I have no clue to where it would be?"

He replied brusquely, remaining somewhat tensed and eyeing her cautiously. While he remained level headed, it was getting increasingly difficult to maintain his calm breathing, which was helping with keeping from yelling.

Really it was no different that arguing with his parents when they accused him of… Certain things. This was comparatively easier. There, if he thought of it that way, there was no way he’d lose his temper. After all, he was known for remaining calm in tense situations or conversations.

"I suppose my only other question for you, then, if you’re so keen on accusing me of doing something to the plane, would be what exactly would your field of expertise be? For all I know, you could be an engineer and easily the mostly likely suspect of all of us."

#prologue;;#ic;;#ryuu #these two are so gay tbh

ic;;“If ya don’ care fer flyin’ in planes tha’ much, then why the ‘ell did ya come on this trip in tha firs’ place? Doesn’ make fuckin’ sense, if ya ask me. An’ hey hey hey, did ya say ya had a staff on ya? Seriously? They actually le’ ya ‘ave tha’ on the plane? This school’s logic is fuckin’ bullshi’ ‘m tellin’ ya.”

He raised an eyebrow curiously at him. Did the school really let him keep something as dangerous as a staff on him for the trip? And more importantly, what on earth could this kid’s talent be if it involved him having a staff.

“Well...”

She paused for a second, looking him up and down a few times.

“Tha fuck should I tell ya? Wha’ I do and wha’ ‘m good a’ ‘as absolu’ly nothin’ ta do with yerself. Fer all /I/ know, ya could be some ass’ole who doesn’t deserve ta know shi’ ‘bou’ me. Besides, I wouldn’ fuckin’ tell ya even if I did know ya. It’s classified, an’ ya don’ need ta know shi’.”

Flight 29 Down - E.P. - Prologue

E.P. came to drowsily, having a vague notion he should be panicking. When he realized he was still on the plane, he did begin to, but after a minute he realized something was different. The plane was emptier, save for his classmates. Looking out the window they had also landed outside an airport. This… didn’t look at all like Hong Kong. Weird.

The Auto Mechanic decided to get up and investigate. As he stood up he noticed his jacket was a lot lighter. Patting himself down all of his things were missing…. no this was some Goosebumps-level bullshit. Obviously the best thing to do was to leave the plane. Yes. Good thinking.

E.P. moved past his classmates and scrambled to get off the plane as fast as possible. A huge sigh of relief left his lungs as he set foot on solid ground. The Auto Mechanic headed to the airport, increasingly disturbed by the lack of people around. What kind of place was this?

The boy came into a dorm room type of area- at least it seemed that way with every door having a name on it. As soon as he read the third and fourth names he realized they were for him and his classmates. Maybe this was some sort of layover situation. While a part of him doubted this, he pushed forward onto the next area.

The next area E.P. entered was what looked to be a terminal. The boy’s heart sank as he realized there were still no people. Something in the room caught his eye. A payphone! He could call his mothers right? Get them to pick him up? E.P. ran to the phone, only to find a cruel note regarding its fare on it.

"….Fuck."

#prologue;;#ic;;#e.p #haha lameo

"Ya 'avin' fun there with yer little toy, nerd?"

Cam totally hadn't been following him this entire time. And she totally wasn't gonna continue to do that. But hey, maybe it'd piss him off a bit.

Leaning over his shoulder, she had a quick look at the payphone. Great, that would've been useful if any of them were filthy rich, unfortunately that they were not.

"Yeah, hate ta admi' i' ta ya bud, bu' ya gotta pay fer tha'. Ya ain' go' 50,000,000 bucks on ya by any chance 'ave ya?"

closed for the rymeme //

Glaring up at him, then down to his hand, she hastily gripped onto his hand, twisting his arm backwards.

"First off, don’ e’er lay a hand on me /again/. Do I need ta ge’ old punky flexy over ‘ere?"

She let go of his hand after a couple of seconds. Pondering for a moment for a reason that she obviously didn’t have, she sighed.

“‘Cause i’ was ya. Tha’s why.”

Fascinated by the girl’s accent, Ryuu allowed it to slide when she twisted his arm, though he could easily have found his way out of it with some martial arts maneuver. Eyeing her curiously, he wondered what ever could be wrong with the girl.

"First off, I have no idea what you just said. Punky… Flexy? Secondly, I do not believe this proper reasoning behind suspecting someone to be the perpetrator for landing in a place other than your intended destination so please if you have anything else you’d like to accuse me of falsely keep going."

Speaking funny. Bad attitude. No actual reason as to why she blamed him. Perhaps she wanted to fight him? What was her SHSL? Having no idea, he tensed slightly, apprehensive and watching her closely, though appearing relaxed.

#prologue;;#ic;;#ryuu #yes please #can this be like #a love hate relationship #i ship it oh no

A little irritated that he seemed unaffected by her oh so friendly gesture, she pouted.

"I to'ally 'ave a reason fer accusin' ya. An' i's no' falsely accusin' if i's fuckin' righ'. Ya did somethin' ta tha plane, and tha's why we ain' in Hong Kong or.. where'er tha fuck we were 'eadin'."

Honestly Cam knew absolutely nothing about this kid. Heck she didn't even know his name, or who he was. But she knew one thing for sure, it was fun as hell to piss him off.

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Cameron honestly hadn’t been paying a lick of attention to anything that had happened at all, in fact, it was all quite interesting. As much as she didn’t want to stay… wherever they were, it had to be better than Hong Kong, surely.

Although she didn’t mind, she was curious as to why the plane had stopped here. Well, time to find someone to blame. Looking around, there was a certain kid who seemed to catch her eye. Making her way over to him, she quickly jabbed her finger against his back.

"Oi fucker. I be’ this is yer faul’ ain’ i’, tha fuck did ya do?"

Ryuu’s head was still quite fuzzy as he awoke from what he had at first mistook from a dizzy spell. It would seem that it had in fact been much more than that, and with his new surroundings quickly growing clearer, he turned rather abruptly at the person that was suddenly speaking to him with a finger in his back.

Snatching the girl’s hand as he turned quickly, he looked at her rather blankly.

"Excuse me? I don’t believe I’ve done anything other than wander around aimlessly so far and you’ve pegged me for being the reason for being… Not in Hong Kong? Might I ask your reasoning behind this kind of accusation?"

#prologue;;#ic;;#ryuu #very excite much wow

Glaring up at him, then down to his hand, she hastily gripped onto his hand, twisting his arm backwards.

"First off, don' e'er lay a hand on me /again/. Do I need ta ge' old punky flexy over 'ere?"

She let go of his hand after a couple of seconds. Pondering for a moment for a reason that she obviously didn't have, she sighed.

"'Cause i' was ya. Tha's why."

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