“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!
Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”
Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”
Well THAT certainly wasn’t something Lyn expected anybody to tell her when she said that particular line, looking over at Bell in obvious surprise. She wondered where in the hell this girl got the idea that pointing a damn gun at her wasn’t threatening… but for now she simply let it go. It was obvious that she was prone to dramatics, unsure just how to react to it past being fairly amused with it all. She certainly had quite the way about her, didn’t she?
When Bell took off sprinting, she merely laughed, shook her head and soon took off right behind her. “Whatever ya say, Blueberry!” she called out with a grin, hurrying forward. At this point she would be taken in for aiding and abetting anyways, so there really wasn’t any choice for her but to run just like Bell was. “This way!” She urged, taking hold of the blue woman’s hand and dragging her into a new direction. It would take them both down a new ally way, a sort of short cut that would allow them to not be caught in the process.
She didn’t say anything else to Bell the rest of the way, running swiftly and not truly stopping to allow either of them to catch their breaths… though Lyn was hardly winded. Coming to a stop by one of their less popular joints, Lyn was quick to glance around and slip up into the loft through the back staircase. She would tell her Father what she was doing once she got upstairs.
Bell was breathing too hard and too flustered to sort out a retort during the sprint, but as they drew to a stop she muttered sourly, ❝…not Blueberry. I’m not purple,❞ she huffed and crossed her arms in a pout, cheeks turning lavender. The name shouldn’t bother her anymore, she’d heard it since childhood, but it did, ❝You could at least get the color right.❞
Despite her mutterings she drew close behind, not wanting to get caught. She’d very much been telling the truth about having no desire to go back to prison today. Looking up at the building she worried her lip, eyes widening as she saw it, ❝Hey, hey, wait… isn’t that one a Psycho’s places?❞ she hissed, ❝No way they’ll let us hide here.❞
Should Bell have pulled from Lyn’s grasp at all, she would have immediately released her… though as it were, the feline girl merely scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Ya don’t have to trust me at all, girlie,” She informed her, releasing her grip on her as she spoke. She didn’t care if Bell took her offered help or not, she wasn’t about to stick around long enough to be anywhere near this place by the time the cops got there. She had heard the sirens before Bell did, her urgency in the actions to get away fueled by the subtle sounds her ears could pick up before most others.
“Yeah yeah that’s what I thought,” Lyn mused, smirking just a touch before letting the sound of her chuckle die down, looking over at the girl with a raise of her brow. “Tha more you threaten me, girlie, the less inclined I am ta help you. Now, unless ya wanna be handed right over to the boys in blue, I suggest you get that stick outta your ass before you really piss me off,” she was already skating on thin ice. Lyn was honestly growing very tired of the tough chick act, and wasn’t likely to even think twice before she showed just how bad of an idea it was to piss her off.
“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!
Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”
Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”
“How else do you rob a store but walk in, duuuuuuuuh,” Bluebell rolled her eyes, her foot bounced and she bit her lip. Her anxiety spiking, “You’re the one messing this up,” she whined suddenly, “I totally would have been out by now but you’re throwing me oooooooooff and rushing me.”
Making a noise of frustration, bell agitatedly spun in a circle, “What else, what else?!” she worried her lip until it started to get red, she knew she was forgetting something. She grabbed a huge handful of gum off the shelf and stuffed it into her pockets, “This is all your fault, okay!”
“Stupid blond cat girls and their stupid cute clothing,” she grumbled as she stomped towards the back exit in a pout.
Seeing the girl stuffing her bag full of gum, Lyn couldn’t help but feel the rush of sympathy. Sighing she reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly. Even as Bell walked away grumbling as she was, Lyn didn’t openly react to the accusation, shaking her head even more. “…Bothersome..” She grumbled mostly to herself, dropping her hand as she glared at the girl’s back.
She didn’t hesitate much longer before she’s walking after Bell, the door to the back just barely closing before it was opened again to reveal the feline. “Ey! Blueberry,” she called out, not really caring if Bell would like the nickname to begin with. Trotting to catch up, Lyn reaches to take hold of Bell’s wrist.
“Come on, this way. I got a place for ya,” she urged, not truly knowing if Bell would follow what she was doing…
Back stiff, Bell’s shoulders tightened at the nickname. Her jaw clenched and she was about to curse when the girl grabbed her wrist, “Hey! Why am I gonna trust you, huh?”
Her bottom lip came out in a big pout as she was dragged along. She needed to flee regardless and this girl did seem like she knew her stuff even if she had MESSED EVERYTHING UP! Bell was still fuming internally over that. She was sure she had it right! Her head rotated and she sped up as she heard the distant sound of sirens.
“Fuck! Yeah, yeah! Okay, I’m coming,” she glowered, “If you try anything, this thing does more then cube people, kay?”
“What?! No way!” Bluebell huffed and stomped her foot, “I timed this area! They take twenty at least cuz this in Snake territory and the f’king pigs are all fat on brides!”
Jaw clenched she glared hard at the other girl, “And don’t tell shit lies, it makes you look stupid,” starting to stuff aff the food and hygiene products she could reach into her bag. Utterly ignoring the money in the register, her only focus was necessities. She shouted back, “I ain’t telling you shit!”
Lyn merely shrugged her shoulders at the girl’s insistence, barely resisting the urge to fully roll her eyes. Instead, she concentrated on the fact that apparently this blue person didn’t know that there were people just like her h a n g i n g around this city.. and the person she was thinking of? Well he was one of her favorite people to go and prank, simply because his reactions were fucking hilarious.
“Shit lies? Fuck around, girly, yer the one fuckin walkin’ into a store ta rob it, I literally just told ya what kinda gun yer wavin around, and ya think I’m fucking lyin’ to ya?” she rolled her eyes then, shaking her head before she plucked an entire box of hand warmers from the shelf beside her, tossing it for the girl. “You’ll want these.”
“How else do you rob a store but walk in, duuuuuuuuh,” Bluebell rolled her eyes, her foot bounced and she bit her lip. Her anxiety spiking, “You’re the one messing this up,” she whined suddenly, “I totally would have been out by now but you’re throwing me oooooooooff and rushing me.”
Making a noise of frustration, bell agitatedly spun in a circle, “What else, what else?!” she worried her lip until it started to get red, she knew she was forgetting something. She grabbed a huge handful of gum off the shelf and stuffed it into her pockets, “This is all your fault, okay!”
“Stupid blond cat girls and their stupid cute clothing,” she grumbled as she stomped towards the back exit in a pout.
Eyes twitching to the other girl in the shop when she spoke, Bluebell caught the motion from the corner of her eye as the cashier lunged. Her finger squeezed the trigger nervously, “Fuck!”
As the little blue cube that was the cashier, and the gun he’d started pulling, fell to the ground in a clatter, Bell swung the de-gun around to the last person, “Shut up! Look what you did! I had things under control and now I have to crack the damn safe myself!”
Stomping a foot petulantly, she huffed, “Don’t even think about it, girly! I’m an unstable alien with a ray gun. Got it?”
Lyn balked as the blue being suddenly pulled the trigger, brows raising in surprise with how jumpy the damn woman was. Was this her first time doing something like this? She could only assume so, with how erratic she was behaving. She couldn’t help but be confused at what was even going on, even when the gun was pointed right at her.
She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she raised her hands in a mild show that she wasn’t going to be trying anything. “Yer not the first unstable alien with a dehydratin’ gun…. ya do realize that, right?” she prompted dryly.
“..Look, whatcha after, here? Cuz ya got ‘bout five minutes till the police get here.”
“What?! No way!” Bluebell huffed and stomped her foot, “I timed this area! They take twenty at least cuz this in Snake territory and the f’king pigs are all fat on brides!”
Jaw clenched she glared hard at the other girl, “And don’t tell shit lies, it makes you look stupid,” starting to stuff aff the food and hygiene products she could reach into her bag. Utterly ignoring the money in the register, her only focus was necessities. She shouted back, “I ain’t telling you shit!”
De-gun set to de-stroy, Bluebell shot the camera in the corner of the shop and then swung the gun to the cashier. As she moved the gun, her thub hit the barrel turning the setting from de-stroy to de-hydrate, “Don’t even think about it! Hands in the air!”
“Goes for you too blondie!” Bell shouted, looking at the other girl in the corner of her vision, “Everything in the store is now property of Megamind! If you have a safe, your going to open it right now. Cash drawer too.”
As soon as everything was opened, she’d de-hydrate them both and bag everything she could. Which would be a lot once everything was little blue cubes. The other bonus for this neighborhood is that the cops would take their sweet time showing up.
Lyn raised a single brow at the antics of this person, looking her up and down. Her Dad didn’t tell her anything about somebody like this.. and because of that? She was quickly able to figure out that this person was either a pee-on, or new in the criminal world. Considering the blue chick had yet to figure out that the cashier would be carrying, Lyn went with the ‘new person’ option.
While the bonus of the cops taking their sweet time was definitely true.. it meant the store owners had found ways around that to ensure their own safety. As he bent down with his hands in the air, feigning that he was following Bell’s request, Emma sighed.
“..I wouldn’ do this, chick..” her accent was hard to place, a hint of her original accent peaking through the accent she had picked up from spending so much time around her Father.
Eyes twitching to the other girl in the shop when she spoke, Bluebell caught the motion from the corner of her eye as the cashier lunged. Her finger squeezed the trigger nervously, “Fuck!”
As the little blue cube that was the cashier, and the gun he’d started pulling, fell to the ground in a clatter, Bell swung the de-gun around to the last person, “Shut up! Look what you did! I had things under control and now I have to crack the damn safe myself!”
Stomping a foot petulantly, she huffed, “Don’t even think about it, girly! I’m an unstable alien with a ray gun. Got it?”
Bluebell was starving and things were not AT ALL going as planned. Chewing on her lower lip, she glared at the store window as she pulled the oversized hoodie up more. Minion was back at their Evil Lair, a cool abandoned firehouse they’d found, and was getting everything set up for sleeping accommodations. Bell was supposed to be getting supplies.
They’d been away from home for two days now. It was the longest they’d ever run away for. But two days meant all the food she’d brought with was gone. And that meant having to deal with people. In the sweater pocket, she closed her hand over the small de-gun and squared her shoulders.
Chin up, cock out. Walk like you’re going to put a boot up someone’s ass. She psyched herself up, walking with purpose. Now was time to man up or shut up, and Bluebell was going to prove that everyone needed to take her seriously as Megamind! She was a villainess and damn well she wasn’t going to starve to death just because no one wanted to sell food to the blue freak.
Lyn was old enough to basically have run of the entire area her and her Father lived in, though generally Jim knew what it was she was out doing, she let herself wander around far too much to fully keep him updated on whatever she was doing. Right now? She was in a store aimlessly wandering around as she tried to figure out just what it was that caught her interest to snack on, humming as her tail swayed behind her idly.
She normally wouldn’t have spared anything or anybody a second glance, but when the person wore a hood up, blue skin beneath the shadows of it and their posture one of aggression? You bet your ass it would catch her interest. Pale blue eyes watched the figure, one ebony ear turning back as she did so.
De-gun set to de-stroy, Bluebell shot the camera in the corner of the shop and then swung the gun to the cashier. As she moved the gun, her thub hit the barrel turning the setting from de-stroy to de-hydrate, “Don’t even think about it! Hands in the air!”
“Goes for you too blondie!” Bell shouted, looking at the other girl in the corner of her vision, “Everything in the store is now property of Megamind! If you have a safe, your going to open it right now. Cash drawer too.”
As soon as everything was opened, she’d de-hydrate them both and bag everything she could. Which would be a lot once everything was little blue cubes. The other bonus for this neighborhood is that the cops would take their sweet time showing up.
Bluebell was starving and things were not AT ALL going as planned. Chewing on her lower lip, she glared at the store window as she pulled the oversized hoodie up more. Minion was back at their Evil Lair, a cool abandoned firehouse they’d found, and was getting everything set up for sleeping accommodations. Bell was supposed to be getting supplies.
They’d been away from home for two days now. It was the longest they’d ever run away for. But two days meant all the food she’d brought with was gone. And that meant having to deal with people. In the sweater pocket, she closed her hand over the small de-gun and squared her shoulders.
Chin up, cock out. Walk like you’re going to put a boot up someone’s ass. She psyched herself up, walking with purpose. Now was time to man up or shut up, and Bluebell was going to prove that everyone needed to take her seriously as Megamind! She was a villainess and damn well she wasn’t going to starve to death just because no one wanted to sell food to the blue freak.
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