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Post by Tony Fitzpatrick on Feb 8, 2011 13:33:04 GMT 10
Rolling his eyes, Tony grabbed his green hat putting it on before pulling his hoodie up over his head. Once again the free cross continental taxi was sent off to pick someone else up. This time it seemed he was going to have to look for the person. Most of the time Greg would give him at least a location where he could actually run into the person. This time all he really got was a name, a horrid visual description and a name to a small town in the middle of nowhere. Scratch that it was probably an outpost but Greg was being nice about it and not telling him he was being thrown into the middle of nowhere. Zipping up his hoodie, he stuffed his hands into his pocket before turning his iPod on. If he was sent out on some kind of hunt looking for a needle in a hay stack he might as well have some music to keep him company. Part of him wanted to simply grab Greg by the collar and just take him with him. However that would only mean actually remembering to bring him back as well and Tony wasn’t in much of a mood to be remember.
Sighing, the first song on his play list started blaring in his ears as the scenery change before him instantly. A second later he found himself in Belgorod Russia, aka, the middle of nowhere with a creepy looking goat that was staring at him. Jumping back, he nearly fell over realizing he had appeared in the middle of a field of animals. Several Irish curses left his mouth as he resisted the urge to kick the blasted goat as it stared at him. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he looked around noticing a small village not too far from where he had popped up. Finding a point within the village, Tony teleported himself there hoping no one saw him and freaked out. In a crowd it was a lot easier to just appear, however, out in the open, people tended to start asking questions. Rubbing his face, his eyes scanned the village wondering where in the world he was going to start given that he spoke just about zero Russian. Maybe if he just asked people where Demi Varinski was they could point him in the right direction? Yeah right like it was going to be that simple, he told himself before sighing and starting to head through the place looking to run into someone. Why Greg couldn’t just see everyone at the same time so he didn’t have to do this every time someone new showed up he would never know, but with his sour mood, Tony was opting to teleport Greg to the North pole right now leaving him there to freeze his ass off.
When an old lady appeared around the corner from one of the houses, he jogged up to her wondering if she could at least point him in the right direction. “Scuse me, i’m lookin' for demi varinski, any way yer can tell me wha she might be?” he asked hoping his heavy Irish accent didn’t confuse the lady. When the old woman started yelling and hitting him with her bag he brought his hands up in defense taking a few steps back. “Waaat de 'ell!? take it easy scon are jist lookin' for someone. owe geeze waaat de 'ell chucker yer shenanagans in dat tin' bricks!” he yelped getting hit again as she continued screaming something in Russian at him. “Stop! Owe!” he yelped again before teleporting behind the woman instead. Already he was going to be smacking Greg several times for leading him on this goose chase. Maybe North Pole was too good for the young hero. Grumbling to himself, he teleported a good distance away from the woman before rubbing his shoulder where she had smacked him with her bag full of brick. “Insane russian lady needs ter be locked up. i’m gonna kill 'im!” he muttered before turning around only to smack right into someone else.
* Scuse me, I’m looking for Demi Varinski, any way you can tell me where she might be?
* What the hell!? Take it easy I am just looking for someone. Owe Geeze what the hell do you carry in that thing bricks!
*Insane Russian ladies need to be locked up. I’m going to kill him!”
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Post by Demi Varinski on Feb 9, 2011 11:15:16 GMT 10
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Demi shrugged herself into a pair of jeans before donning her boots and putting her blonde hair up in a pony tail. Life out in the middle of nowhere wasn't easy, but it was a good life. Bypassing most everyone else in the house, she slipped out the front door and into the crisp breeze. As soon as her feet touched the ground she breathed deeply and let her head fall back. Mother Earth was happy today. A smile crept onto Demi's face as she "listened" to the whispers of the earth around her. There was the normal everyday things going on all over the village. Farmers were tilling their crops, sheep and goats were grazing in the pastures. A few people were out milling around the central part of the small cluster of homes, going about their morning business before things got busy. Just then, something strange happened over by the village's goats. She tilted her head and concentrated, but she couldn't make out what the commotion was all about.
Normally, one of Da's workers would be out here to feed the family's goats, but Demi was beyond curious now as to what had happened. She'd gotten up this morning intent on hiking out into the woods to play with her powers a bit. At least out there, nobody was aware of what she was doing. Now her attention was completely diverted. She started walking toward the main part of the village, waving at various members of her family as she went. The goat pasture was on the opposite side of the main square, but it didn't take long to get there. Demi looked around, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Her favorite goat, which she'd affectionately named Bob against her family's wishes, stared at her balefully as though he was offended. In his defense, though, he always looked like that. When he came up to the fence, Demi petted him on the nose. He was quite sad for a goat.
Then Mother Earth whispered to Demi once again, letting her know something was out of the ordinary. This time, there was some sort of disturbance in the middle of the village. She gave Bob one last pat and started jogging toward an outbuilding that stood between her and her destination. She turned the corner and ran into something solid before falling back soundly on her ass. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she looked up and realized she'd walked into a person. "Oĭ, prostitya. Ya ne videl vas tam." The man didn't say anything and she worried that she'd offended him or something. Then she noticed how he was dressed and realized he didn't live there. In fact, he didn't look like he lived in Russia at all, so she tried again in her limited English as she picked herself up off the half-frozen snow. "Sorry. I not see you." She cocked her head at him and tried to blend into her surroundings, which wasn't working very well. The man made her nervous, looking flustered and angry. She risked asking, "You need help?"
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Post by Tony Fitzpatrick on Feb 10, 2011 4:25:29 GMT 10
Tony continued rubbing his arm where the old lady had decided to unload her bag of bricks on. It was still sore from the beating he had gotten. He would never know what the hell he had said to offend the old lady about. Hell if she didn’t understand what he was saying she could have just walked away not tried to beat him into a bloody mess. Had she not been an old innocent lady, he would have probably thrown a few swings back himself. After all that was what he had been taught during his time in the Irish mob. The only thing that he didn’t do was harm old people because it was just wrong. He thought about his own grandmother, who looked far better kept then the Russian woman, and he couldn’t do it. Naturally it was frowned upon to show any kind of weakness but Tony wasn’t with the mod anymore. No he was thousands of miles away getting beat up by old woman and being stalked by goats. Really could this place be anymore in the middle of nowhere? Tony’s mind stopped for a moment as it screamed that yes this could be far worse. He could be stuck somewhere in the North Pole looking through igloos and snow trying to find another Hero that Greg had a vision about.
Still grumbling to himself, Tony found himself running into someone the moment he turned the corner. It happened instantly and had he been aware of the possible collision, he’d have probably teleported behind the person to avoid it. It seemed that luck wasn’t on his side today and that just made his sour mood all the more sour. Stumbling back from the initial impact, Tony opened his mouth to yell at whoever it was about watching where they were going. Moment he did, he closed it as he remembered that they probably had no idea what he was yelling and it would merely turn into another episode like with the older woman. Wanting to stay far from that, Tony pushed his hat up on his forehead so he could see better. His eyes caught sight of the girl who was sitting on her ass, finding their collision had brought her completely off balance. When he was sure she didn’t have a bag full of bricks with her, he extended his hand out just as she said something. The foreign words simply went in one ear and other the other as he gave a blank stare not sure what in the world she had just said. Scratching the back of his head, he sighed wondering if she’d even understand if he said sorry for running into her. However, the moment the broken English words hit his ears, Tony almost jumped for joy. His eyes widened as he thought he was finally getting a break. ” Yer spake Sasanach?! blimey dat luk av de Oirish finally kicked in! I’m tony. I’m lookin' for someone named Demi Varinski oi wus towl she lives raun 'ere” he explained hoping she could point him in the right direction so he could get Demi out of here before something else happened.
Before he could explain anymore he heard the older woman yelling behind him. Turning around, he muttered a curse seeing the lady coming at him again now that she realized he was talking to someone else. “Blimey, not dis again.” he muttered trying to get the blond woman between himself and the crazy old lady.
*You speak English?! Blimey that luck of the Irish finally kicked in! I’m Tony. I’m looking for someone named Demi Varinski I was told she lives around here
* Blimey, not this again.
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Post by Demi Varinski on Feb 21, 2011 3:59:26 GMT 10
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The wet snow had started to leak through Demi's jeans by the time she got up the courage to grab the man's hand and pull herself up. Now she'd be walking around with a wet spot on her ass which was just going to make her day wonderful. She scowled at herself while brushing herself off. Looking up at the guy, Demi noticed that he'd pushed his hat up and she could see his face better now in the morning light. He was... handsome. She tried not to blush thinking about falling down and looking like a complete idiot in front of him. Still rubbing unconsciously on her backside, she tried to take in his words as he spoke. Silly guy talked about a million miles an hour.
Demi's hands came up as she searched her mind, hoping she remembered the words to tell him to slow down. Her concentration broke when she heard her name mentioned. She gave up on English for the time being. "Chto? Pochemu vy menya ishchete?" Demi searched his face for any comprehension of her words but she couldn't tell before he spun around, looking over his shoulder. Before she could look for herself, the guy moved around behind her as if to use her as a shield and Demi squeaked. What was a complete stranger even doing here? Why was he looking for her? And why in the name of Mother Russia was he hiding from Aunt Pavlina?
Demi's skin shivered, realizing there was something very wrong here. When her powers had first manifested, she worried that something like this might happen but there was one crucial question that needed to be answered, or she'd let this quick-tongued stranger face Aunt Pavlina alone. Demi had no doubts who the victor would be. Spinning around to face the man behind her, she asked. "Who you work for? Pray right answer, or you get Pavlina." She punctuated her threat with a finger in his chest, her normal shyness forgotten in the face of the situation she was presented with. On the inside, her heart pounded and her palms sweated. She struggled to keep her hands from shaking. She had the sinking feeling that her world was about to turn upside down.
To buy the pair some time, Demi used a shaky finger and poked the guy again for good measure, then walked around the corner of the building as if she hadn't a care in the world. "Tetya Pavlina!" What Aunt Pavlina had to say didn't bode well. Apparently, the man had been asking for her but he hadn't given a reason, which spiked Demi's caution and her curiosity. True to Aunt Pavlina, she'd immediately started whacking the stranger with her bags. When she asked Aunt Pavlina what was in the bag, the older woman opened it to reveal five hard loaves of the firm bread used in a Russian stew. Demi was doing everything she could to remain calm as she reassured her aunt that everything was fine. Demi wasn't completely sure it was, but she was probably the best equipped to handle herself in a bad situation. It was amusing that her family tried so hard to protect her anyway. Bracing herself with a deep breath, she turned the corner again to face the man who was very likely to change her life forever... again...
*"Chto? Pochemu vy menya ishchete?" = "What? Why are you looking for me?"
*"Tetya Pavlina!" = "Aunt Pavlina!"
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Post by Tony Fitzpatrick on Feb 24, 2011 6:57:59 GMT 10
Normally Tony wasn’t one to back out of a fight or a challenge but hitting an old woman was defiantly not something that he was going to be doing. At least not anytime soon and not if he could help it and right now it didn’t seem like he was going to have any choice. The old woman seemed to be quite persistent in smacking the life out of him with her bag of bricks. When he noticed her coming back his way again, Tony did the only thing that he could think of. He side stepped behind the girl he had just been talking to and stood behind her. There was now someone between him and the crazy Russian lady. He was thinking he could just bring Greg here and leave him to fend off the woman for himself. That would be a great solution to his problem and it would put as stop to these random trips. Honestly, just because he was the resident teleporter didn’t mean he instantly signed up for intercontinental taxi service. Once he was behind the girl, the young Irish man half peeked out behind her shoulders as the older woman approached their way. She was still yelling some kind of gibberish his way and he really did not need this any of it.
Whatever Demi had said to him in Russian only went in one ear and out the other. He had no idea what so ever what she could be saying. What the hell happened to the English she had been sprouting not too long ago? He could go back to that, hell why couldn’t she go back to it. It had been rather helpful and it would continue to be once he was able to find the damned Russian girl he was sent to find. Greg hadn’t even given him a damn description or significant land marks to look for. All he had said was she was blonde, if the other knew what the hell a Russian was he would have been more specific given that just about everywhere he looked there was a blonde. It was like looking for a needle in a hay stack. Making a mental note to drag Greg with him next time on one of his pick up missions, Tony’s mind mentally kicked him. The words coming out of the girl’s mouth now sounded like English. Taking his gaze off the crazed woman, Tony looked at the girl he was currently using as shield trying to remember what she had just said. The finger to his chest only caused him to raise an eyebrow before he took a step back. “Remind me ter warn tourists dat you’re not dat friendliest middle av nowha.” he muttered his Irish accent slurring some of the words as he spoke.
Adjusting his hat, Tony resisted the urge to peek out around the corner to make sure the woman wasn’t putting anymore bricks into that bag of hers. When the girl came back into view, he took a moment to take in her appearance. Despite the whole attack of the foreigner that he had just been subjected to, Tony had to say that coming here at least had one good thing. The girl was hot, simple as that and she knew English which meant there wasn’t a complete communication barrier. Part of him wondered if he could possible return later on and get to know the girl more. The question about who he worked for only reminded him of how he had once been in the Irish mob. Technically he still was, people just couldn’t find him at the moment. The second he had discovered his powers, Tony had disappeared completely. “Oi don’t work for anyone. luk i’m part av a completely insane groop av people who tink dat cos they 'av developed dees powers they can save de warrld. someone saw demi varinski bein' a part av our insanity groop an' scon are 'ere ter peck 'er up. chucker yer nu who she is or not? ” he asked completely oblivious to her being the person he was looking for. With the language barrier, he hadn’t understood her asking what he wanted with her.
* Remind me to warn tourists that you’re not that friendliest middle of nowhere
* I don’t work for anyone. Look I’m part of a completely insane group of people who think that because they have developed these powers they can save the world. Someone saw Demi Varinski being a part of our insanity group and I am here to pick her up. Do you know who she is or not?
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