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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 13:22:56 GMT -5
"Come Barry we still have the cover of night... Can you drive these carriages?
Ugo held the wrapped body under his arm waiting for Barry to gather his things. Ugo was beginning to like this man, he was fragile but unafraid. Barry treated Ugo as an equal something the Djinn was not used to. The Djinn went to the door waiting for his new companion to join him.
"You are ok Barry... Saladin likes you. We shall have many adventures and grow richer than a sultan."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 18:35:23 GMT -5
“No shit, and it’s called a car Saladin.” Barry muttered irritably, fiddling with the enormous ring of keys trying his best to discover which could fit this piece of shit egg that the corpse barely could call a ‘car’. “And we need to work on your speech dude. It’s called ‘I’.” He inserted each one into the hole, twisting and turning them every direction trying to start their escape quickly. Paranoia settled like a dark cloud and his dull blue eyes scanned nervously around, begging no one would appear around the corner for they would find themselves dead as well. Barry didn’t want to go to prison; he knew he would never survive there.
“Yeah, yeah I know now what do we do about the motel? I couldn’t find any gasoline.” Barry finally opened the ‘carriage’ and hopped inside and started the car, revving the bucket in preparation of their descent out of this hell. “Here, I’ll pop open the back, do ya’ need help lookin’ for the gas?” He tried his best not to sound skittish but it most definitely failed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 21:33:17 GMT -5
Ugo tossed the body into the car as if it weighed nothing and then turned to Barry with a sadistic smile. Ugo did not need gasoline for this, but then again Barry did not need to know that. Ugo put a hand on the man's shoulder to reassure him.
"Do not worry Barry, Sala... I will start the fire..."
Ugo walked back into the room closing the door behind him so Barry could not see. Ugo outstretched his arms, the lower half of his body becoming a flaming trail of smoke. Ugo threw his hand out to the right and the walls on that side where engulfed in flame, he threw his hand to the left side and it was the same. Smoke began to seep under the door of the room but Ugo did not care he was unleashing his power and it felt good. Like a conducter of an orchestra only he could hear he swung his arms about ignighting the walls and floors.
Finally Ugo held his hands low tensing his muscles waiting for the creshendo of his symphony of distruction. The Djinn flung his hands skyward and the motel Erupted into flames, explosions rocking every single room including the office blowing the glass of the windows out at Barry. There was no way Ugo could have survived right? Wrong, from the smoke emerged Ugo jumping out of the window laughing a deep bellow. He was back to his "human" form so as not to startle Barry.
"We must go..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 21:58:25 GMT -5
“Whatever dude...” Unamused by Saladin’s confidence, he retreated his eyes to the wide open space of country road, impatiently awaiting his new friends return. As he sat in the driver’s seat he began to ponder nervously about what had transpired in these last few hours. What are you doing Barry?! Why are you helping this crazy man! You’re hangin’ with a murderer and who knows what this dude will do to you! For all you know he’s just stalkin’ your ass and he’ll snap your neck in the night! Barry shivered at the thought of his nasty wake up call, the massive monster curled beside him in motel room, both stripped. God help me. He whimpered, casting his eyes towards the roof of the car and trying to reach past to whatever higher power was inside the darkened clouds.
Suddenly, a enormous explosion pulled Barry from his internal fit, debris crashing into the window and in reaction to the loud sounds, he threw his head down and covered his sensitive ear as the overbearing noise tore through his wounded earlobe. “Mother of jesus f*ck!” He howled in terror, dashing his eyes every direction and in his fear he almost pressed the gas in an attempt to escape. However he was pulled from his thoughts once again by Saladin’s thunderous laughter. Shooting up like a gopher observing from his home he stared absolutely stunned as his new comrade emerged from the flames, unscathed and joyous. “f*ck, he’s a pyromaniac too!”
As Ugo approached the car, Barry unlocked the passengers side in shock, almost speechless as the man retorted to the drug dealer calmly, like there was no combusted building behind him. “How the f*ck man!?” He was frazzled and his heightened paranoia from the drugs did not appease his emotions. “Could you be any more dramatic man!”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 22:51:45 GMT -5
"You told Saladin to burn building so now building burns. Now all of a sudden it burn too much? You are very confusing Barry."
Ugo climbed into the car and slapped Barry's leg happily. His massive frame barely fit in the vehical but the confined space did not seem to bother him, his prison in the ring was much much smaller. Ugo smiled, he enjoyed the company of this man, perhaps Ugo would give him a treat for all the trouble he had gotten him into.
"After we dispose of body we will go out on the town! We have much to celebrate."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 0:40:10 GMT -5
Barry could do little against Ugo’s defining argument for there was nothing wrong with his destruction; although the drug addict took great solace in venting his frustrations aloud for it was his method of calming and he needed to do a lot right now. Although, he could do little in producing anything but utter shock. “Yeah... but... but!” He stuttered, rolling his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, preparing their escape. As he positioned his foot near the gas, he experienced a painful surge which began at his thigh and traveled along his leg. For the sheer force of Ugo’s strike, Barry smashed his foot into the pedal rapidly, causing the car to lurch forward.
The drug dealer tightened from the overwhelming stress of the day, his face flushed of color as he realized he was stuck with this lunatic. Barry crashed his face into the wheel, defeated. “Oh boy. I need a vacation.” He whimpered, rubbing his temples achingly before attempting to leave the burning motel again. “I can’t wait.” He lied.
ooc; sorry if its kind of bleh
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 14:06:07 GMT -5
Saladin smiled turning the radio on. The music which came out was loud and very strange to him so he quickly shut it back off again. He folded his hands in his lap confused as to what he should do, Barry seemed to be stressed, maybe the Djinn could cheer him up.
"do not worry so much Barry, we will dispose of the body and then Saladin will find you a woman!"
Saladin watched as the scenery zipped by, this "car" was even faster than a flying carpet.But why was it not flying... perhaps it was broken. Ugo touched the wheel and the car lifted into the air speeding along.
"There...I have fixed it."
Ugo crossed his arms happily, sitting back and enjoying the fruits of his labor. Surely Barry would be pleased with him now. Ugo wanted the man to like him, he had not had kinship in eons, it was nice to think about it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 15:28:14 GMT -5
“Saladin, I highly doubt any woman would waste a second on me.” Barry gave an unamused gaze to his surprisingly positive company. The drug dealer presented his pathetic arm, displaying his malnourished form beneath baggy cloth, “You the other hand, most definitely. Hell, girls would fancy your ignorance of life here. They’d find it ‘adorable’.” He did little to hide the sarcasm slithering from his voice, rolling his fingers irritably on the steering wheel again. Barry had not bedded a woman in several months for he had no time for it. He could never find the time to think about it because he was either dealing the drugs or doing them.
As Barry continued to sizzle in his chair, his body language changed within seconds as he realized something rather strange. The car was floating. “H-Holy shit!!! Holy shit!!! What the fuck!!!” He bellowed, darting frantically in the driver’s seat as they were lifted higher and higher into the air. “What the fucking hell is going on!!” The human had not noticed Ugo’s quick stroke on the wheel although the Djinn’s comment was enough to pull Barry out of his insanity. “What did you do! What the fuck did you do!” He adjusted his body so that his back was pinned against the door, almost tempted to jump out.
“What the fuck is this Saladin! What do you mean, you fixed it?! Cars don’t fly! How did- what are you!?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 19:58:10 GMT -5
Ugo let out a thunderous laugh at Barry's reaction. This was something, aparently cars could not fly something Ugo would have to remember. The car plummited from the sky bouncing violently back on the road with a clap of the Djinn's hands. He looked at Barry with a smile, trying to calm his scared friend.
"Barry, my friend please calm yourself it was my mistake. I did not know that these cars do not fly. I have fixed it now, no more flying."
Ugo shifted uncomfortably wondering if he should tell his new friend the truth about what he was. It was hard to trust a human after eons of slavery, and he was not ready to start now. He wondered if this slip up would strain their bond, he hoped not that much was sure. He smiled at Barry and placed his massive hand on the man's shoulder to calm him.
"As for what I am? lets just say you ain't ever had a friend like me..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 1:40:18 GMT -5
Barry bounced hard as his vehicle crashed onto its tires almost crying for mercy from the sheer force of the fall. The drug dealer did not move from his position in the road, staring absolutely terrified at the quiz sitting beside him, heartfelt in his apologize. As the Djinn drew close, attempting to place a comforting hand on Barry, the human was tempted to retract in terror but was still stunned from what felt like a plummet to his death. He was shocked the car held together from such a rough fall. Barry scrambled his hands around his mid-section, checking frantically for signs of injury or even a possible heart attack. What the fuck was this guy!? He made a car fly! Fucking float like goddamn Harry Potter!
“Wh-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Unfortunately for Ugo, Barry was not very familiar with the reference and just stared at his curious company with raised eyebrows of cautiousness. “Seriously, if you are going to tell me that J.K. what’s-her-face wasn’t lying, making a car fly was not the best choice or am I missing your phrase completely.” At the moment, Barry was too drugged to even properly process what exactly was transpiring here; maybe for the veteran that was a good thing.
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on here but I think we need to have a long chat about this because I am seriously goddamn confused of how the fucking hell you made a car float?” He then stopped, something clicking in his brain. “Wait?! Di-Did you blow up that building... without gasoline?!”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 13:11:58 GMT -5
"You must calm yourself Barry... Saladin use magic to destroy the hotel. The same as with your car, Saladin thought it was broken so I fix. Saladin can do many things, can be a useful ally to you, you are Saladin's friend."
Ugo watched Barry, the man was in a panic. Ugo contemplated making Barry forget everything for a momment but decided against it. Ugo needed Barry and it would be a shame to wipe his memory of their time together. He smiled at Barry trying to soothe the man's fears, this would be a challenge alright. Ugo waved his hand and a flame danced between them, changing colors as it danced.
"If you wish me to leave, Saladin will do this. But Saladin likes you Barry, if you are good to Saladin he will be good to you in turn. It is your choice Barry."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 1:49:38 GMT -5
“Calm down?! How can I be calm when y-you do this!” He gawked at the psychedelic flame swaying at Ugo’s fingertip, almost hypnotized by the powerful element. Barry was completely speechless and honestly he believed that he was taking this whole ordeal rather calmly, so what the hell was Ugo’s problem anyway! “I am calm! I’m fucking fantastic!” He howled sarcastically, adjusting in the driver’s seat and he began to peer into the dark nothingness of the road, trying to put his crazed mind back together. What the fuck are you doing dumbass, get the fuck away from this freak! He’s going to kill you! Or if he doesn’t, he’s going to get you killed by some other freak that hunting him! That’s what always happens in the movies. The normal pathetic human get’s stuck with the “special” one, only to die because he didn’t leave!p This self argument didn’t seem to be ending anytime soon.
However, even in this intense time, the human could do little to fight against the pitiful voice that seemed to beg him not to make him leave. Barry was a jackass, but he did have a buried sensitive side. It was deep in there, but it existed surprisingly. The drug dealer had been close to just barraging Ugo with insults and also sending the man away. In reality, it seemed like it wouldn’t be the case. For some goddamn reason, Barry did like Ugo.
Grumbling, Barry huffed irritably and nibbled on his lips before answering. “N-No... I don’t want you to go anywhere...” He spoke like an embarrassed little boy admitting defeat. He didn’t want to let this dude win, but it looked like he was going to. “You... you’re okay...” His voice continued to fade out and he turned away, face flushed red with humiliation of showing such tender emotions. He would definitely need a drink or something good after tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2013 15:32:03 GMT -5
Ugo smiled at Barry and pulled the man into a tight hug. Ugo was overjoyed that the human had not shunned him. Ugo felt like he could trust this human but for the time being he would continue to be cautious. Ugo ruffled Barry's hair before releasing him.
"shall we continue on our journey Barry? I do hope you will keep what I am to yourself..."
Ugo would start simple, sure he could make the body in the back disappear but he believed this trip was important to their growing friendship. This was the first time he had interacted with a mortal as equals and he intended to savor every moment. He settled back into his seat and slapped the dashboard causing a song to play on the radio. Samson looked confused for a moment but quickly smiled and bobbed in his seat to the tune. He waved his hand and the dancing flame disappeared from the air as quickly as it had appeared.
“Tell me Barry, is it hard to be human? I am curious, if you feel any discomfort I could help you.”
Ugo held his stomach, he was growing hungry perhaps after they tossed the body he and his new friend could hunt for some food. Ugo had mostly sustained himself on alcohol thus far though he still needed sustinence. “What do you eat Barry? Where I come from we ate horse and goat… and lots of wine”
The drugs and drink he had earlier were beginning to wear off, this would not do. Ugo would have to ask Barry for more after their little errand, perhaps more of the cocaine which invigorated him so. He had not felt that strong in ages, and it helped dull his other senses enough that he could forget this flesh he was currently in.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2013 5:45:04 GMT -5
“H-Hey, the hell?” The human was stunned by the unwanted physical contact that had been force upon him; all he could do however was stiffen and accept his fate from the... human? Barry couldn’t consider his new accomplice a human, even if he sure as hell looked like one. A fucking mammoth of a human, but one none the less. As he pondered his pointless questions, he was dragged from his brain as his head wobbled from side to side, Ugo’s powerful hand shaking his skull like a ragdoll. “Hey, hey! watch the hair!” He grumbled, pulling away irritably before returning to the steering wheel. The human attempted to shake off the nerves still coursing through his veins, however it was not every day that you found yourself in the air in a fucking car!
He turned the car back on and revved the pathetic engine, attempting to start it back up. With an agonizing groan, the car lurched forward begging for the little life it had left from the terrible fall but thankfully it held its footing and continued down the moonlit road away from the scene of the crime. “Like anyone would believe me if I did...” He grumbled. “A drug dealer on the run isn’t someone you take seriously.” He pondered the thought of his life on the run after that mandatory job thrust upon him by the Creed family. Fuckin’ asshole left me to rot, now look at me. Three months and fuckin’ stuck in the shit. Can’t even go to the city without some red, white, and blue tryin’ to get me!
At the indication of food, Barry glanced at his stomach, realizing his hunger. He hadn’t eaten in twenty-four hours; this was normal for the addict, he rarely ate anything. His leathery skin and bone was a testimony to that. “Well hear we eat cheap. If your lookin’ for shit like that you’re not gonna have any luck. Only rich asshole eat that shit. Hell, you have to be loaded to eat anything here!” As an addict, Barry rarely had money to spend; Yes he dealt the expensive commodity but half the time he would spend his earning on the addictive product.
“We’ll find some simple shit on the way down, not unless you wanna’ go hunting for your meal.” He grunted sarcastically.
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