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− | Noah had long since parked his | + | Noah had long since parked his Harley on the side of the road and stripped out of his leather gear and stuffed it into his backpack leaving him in a pair of black athletics shorts and a gray t-shirt with ARMY written on the chest. "Then is what I get for trying to drive anywhere." The man put on a smile, bouncing in his sneakers before tossing his bag over his back and fastening the straps. "This is what happens when someone keeps feeding be breakfast like I'm a teenager." The man started a stretching routine to get the limbs loose and the blood flowing. |
− | Sylvi, it would seem, was entirely intentionally at this event. She had herself a front row seat, clapping and cheering for competitors, no matter how much or little they lifted. Though let's be fair, this far into the competition, the dudes lifting were almost picking up a Volkswagen and the less capable competitors had long since been weeded out of the running. Sitting next to some random person, Sylvi was gripping her arm, the chick was gripping Sylvi's arm, and they were eyes glued to the current lifter, all but holding their breath. When the mammoth of a man lifted the heavily laden bar over and up with a sharp jerk of his arms, then stabilized himself by adjusting his feet, both women stood up, shaking each other's arms, and | + | Sylvi, it would seem, was entirely intentionally at this event. She had herself a front row seat, clapping and cheering for competitors, no matter how much or little they lifted. Though let's be fair, this far into the competition, the dudes lifting were almost picking up a Volkswagen and the less capable competitors had long since been weeded out of the running. Sitting next to some random person, Sylvi was gripping her arm, the chick was gripping Sylvi's arm, and they were eyes glued to the current lifter, all but holding their breath. When the mammoth of a man lifted the heavily laden bar over and up with a sharp jerk of his arms, then stabilized himself by adjusting his feet, both women stood up, shaking each other's arms, and thus their entire bodies, sending blonde ponytails bouncing as they cheered in support of the heavy lift. |
Sylvi was dressed like she'd intended to be comfy enough to relax for the event, but still look decent. Just a set of navy blue yoga pants that fit trim all the way to her ankles and a canary yellow sports bra, the yellow looking like it went well with the bright yellow swoosh on the side of her light gray sneakers. Otherwise, she left her tanned, toned, skin bare and seemed to not really be carrying much of anything. | Sylvi was dressed like she'd intended to be comfy enough to relax for the event, but still look decent. Just a set of navy blue yoga pants that fit trim all the way to her ankles and a canary yellow sports bra, the yellow looking like it went well with the bright yellow swoosh on the side of her light gray sneakers. Otherwise, she left her tanned, toned, skin bare and seemed to not really be carrying much of anything. | ||
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Bjorn had a bad day. Well, not a horrible day, but things didn't go as well as he'd planned. What was meant to be a serene beautiful excursion turned into dealing with an insipid close minded t...b... person. And as such he probably ended up with much more steam than when he began. So what a nice coincidence that he came across this competition. Though he hadn't seriously lifted weights since his time in the military, mostly for taking bets, he decided if he could get into the competition he would. Worst case he just mess up and get eliminated early. | Bjorn had a bad day. Well, not a horrible day, but things didn't go as well as he'd planned. What was meant to be a serene beautiful excursion turned into dealing with an insipid close minded t...b... person. And as such he probably ended up with much more steam than when he began. So what a nice coincidence that he came across this competition. Though he hadn't seriously lifted weights since his time in the military, mostly for taking bets, he decided if he could get into the competition he would. Worst case he just mess up and get eliminated early. | ||
− | + | Today he's wearing some black board shorts, and a blue tee that matches the color of his eyes. On the front it says, "How to pick up women" and has stick figures showing the male figure picking up the female one. His typical hiking shoes finish up the attire. His hair that would get around his eyes is pulled back into a man bun to keep it out of the way, and of course he unlike the others has a number slapped onto said shirt number 89, being a last minute addition, which may obscure the picture on it actually. | |
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− | Sylvi took her seat again, waiting for the next competitor, leaning closer to the woman she'd been cheering with, the happiness and anticipation on her face were obvious. "Oh, this is so much of the fun!" Her obvious Norwegian accent was laced through her words rather deeply tonight. Perhaps it was all the excitement, but what else would one be while watching heroic feats of strength performed by mammoth vikings and, oft times tonight, giant | + | Sylvi took her seat again, waiting for the next competitor, leaning closer to the woman she'd been cheering with, the happiness and anticipation on her face were obvious. "Oh, this is so much of the fun!" Her obvious Norwegian accent was laced through her words rather deeply tonight. Perhaps it was all the excitement, but what else would one be while watching heroic feats of strength performed by mammoth vikings and, oft times tonight, giant Samoans. As she waited for the next competitor to step into the center lifting area, Sylvi managed to let go of her cheering co-captain and picked up the drink in front of her, downing a couple mouthfuls of the fluorescent blue beverage. The extra whistle from the side of the crowd caused her to lift one, muscular arm up in the air and scream out a "HELL JA!" in excitement, which only made the couple of other women near to her laugh. |
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− | Xanthe is briefly distracted by the food and drink options, and snags herself some fruit to munch on. Then she makes her way to where she can see what's going on. She looks curiously at the competition, expression appreciative for the sheer physique on some of the | + | Xanthe is briefly distracted by the food and drink options, and snags herself some fruit to munch on. Then she makes her way to where she can see what's going on. She looks curiously at the competition, expression appreciative for the sheer physique on some of the contestants. She focuses on the newest one as the next competition is announced. Number 89. |
It's like riding a bike, muscle memory and all that. At least that's what the mountain of a man says to himself as he makes his way up to the next round of weights before him. Getting some chalk, as this was impromptu and the man didn't have weight gloves, he makes his way up and sets himself. This is one of the few places where Bjorn doesn't actually stand out so much, more like a family convention. | It's like riding a bike, muscle memory and all that. At least that's what the mountain of a man says to himself as he makes his way up to the next round of weights before him. Getting some chalk, as this was impromptu and the man didn't have weight gloves, he makes his way up and sets himself. This is one of the few places where Bjorn doesn't actually stand out so much, more like a family convention. | ||
− | + | He puts everything out of his head now though. Looking at the weight and trying not to think of the crowd or anything else, he gets his mind and body ready, and imagines the lift, then with a great heave and an almost bear-like growl pulls it up, up, up over his head and sets his legs under him, holding it until he hears the buzzer, or hears down from the ref next to him and then lets it drop. | |
− | + | He takes a moment now to look about and spots a familiar face in a Sylvi, offering a wave to her. Small island. | |
As Bjorn (also known as Competitor 89) lifts his weight successfully, an uproarious burst of applause, cheering, whistling, and shouting of the triumphant sort raises from the watching crowd. Lots of applause, lots of sound. Then the announcer's voice can be heard, trying to overcome the sound of the appreciative watchers "Alright! Well done number 89! Next up, we'll be adding the additional weights, and continuing through our last 10 competitors toward the final rounds tonight. Now's the time to get your drinks or food, ladies and gentlemen, because you don't want to miss seeing the end of this AWESOME competition!" Of course, more cheers were heard then, and the crowd of people in their chairs or standing on the outskirts started to disperse, moving toward likely the bathrooms, or the different food and drink vendors. Lots of people deposited empty cups and cardboard bowls or wrappers from power bars on their way past the trash cans. | As Bjorn (also known as Competitor 89) lifts his weight successfully, an uproarious burst of applause, cheering, whistling, and shouting of the triumphant sort raises from the watching crowd. Lots of applause, lots of sound. Then the announcer's voice can be heard, trying to overcome the sound of the appreciative watchers "Alright! Well done number 89! Next up, we'll be adding the additional weights, and continuing through our last 10 competitors toward the final rounds tonight. Now's the time to get your drinks or food, ladies and gentlemen, because you don't want to miss seeing the end of this AWESOME competition!" Of course, more cheers were heard then, and the crowd of people in their chairs or standing on the outskirts started to disperse, moving toward likely the bathrooms, or the different food and drink vendors. Lots of people deposited empty cups and cardboard bowls or wrappers from power bars on their way past the trash cans. | ||
− | As the noise started to die down to normal, | + | As the noise started to die down to normal, chatty levels for a crowd of 2-300 people, Honking could be heard, coming from the road that wasn't far away at all. Then, the sound of metal striking metal, glass fracturing and shedding to the ground in a wave. A few of the guys tasked with helping out in the parking lot in their bright, high-vis yellow vests, ran to the parking lot quickly, as it would seem that the crash happened there, and not on the road itself. Moving vehicle vs Parked vehicle. Moving vehicle wins. |
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− | Sylvi, of course, recognized Bjorn immediately when he moved to the lifting area and was standing up, bouncing with excitement, her arms tucked in close as she looked like she wanted to scream instead of just sending her long, blonde ponytail | + | Sylvi, of course, recognized Bjorn immediately when he moved to the lifting area and was standing up, bouncing with excitement, her arms tucked in close as she looked like she wanted to scream instead of just sending her long, blonde ponytail sproinging around everywhere. When he was successful in his lift, she leapt into the air and did, in fact, scream out "BJORN!!! JA!!! Du gjorde det!!" She waved to him when he gave her the familiar greeting, a big motion of hand over head, full arm involvement, her pride in his accomplishment quite obvious. "That's my friend, Bjorn! HE DID SO GOOOOOOOD, ja?" Clearly, Sylvi had to share with her fellow cheer leading squaddies, and two more blonde women stood up, calling out various "Good Job Bjorn!" and "AMAZING!!!" to him, because cheer leaders don't let other cheer leaders fly solo when it comes to encouraging the team! |
Naturally, Sylvi waited til Bjorn cleared the Competition area and then walked right up to give him a huge hug. "That was great! SO good!" She likely meant to continue her appreciative and supportive lines of thought, but the sound of something crashing became distinctly audible, and she leaned around Bjorn to peer toward the parking area, frowning. "Ah.. mannen. I'm just going to go see if anyone needs help, ja? I'll be right back when they restart, and I'll be right up front!" She patted Bjorn's shoulder, not wanting to squeeze or anything after he'd just clean jerked a Beetle, and started off in a loping jog for the parking lot. When Sylvi spotted Noah heading the same way, she called out his name "Noah! I didn't know you were here! You should come watch with me, my friend Bjorn's lifting!" Energy levels were high with this one, as she continued past Noah as well, her sports bra almost matching with the high-vis vests the parking attendants were wearing. | Naturally, Sylvi waited til Bjorn cleared the Competition area and then walked right up to give him a huge hug. "That was great! SO good!" She likely meant to continue her appreciative and supportive lines of thought, but the sound of something crashing became distinctly audible, and she leaned around Bjorn to peer toward the parking area, frowning. "Ah.. mannen. I'm just going to go see if anyone needs help, ja? I'll be right back when they restart, and I'll be right up front!" She patted Bjorn's shoulder, not wanting to squeeze or anything after he'd just clean jerked a Beetle, and started off in a loping jog for the parking lot. When Sylvi spotted Noah heading the same way, she called out his name "Noah! I didn't know you were here! You should come watch with me, my friend Bjorn's lifting!" Energy levels were high with this one, as she continued past Noah as well, her sports bra almost matching with the high-vis vests the parking attendants were wearing. | ||
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− | Xanthe is pretty focused on the competition. She finds a patch of empty sand to stand on, and claps with one hand on her leg as the most recent competitor ends his round. She pops the last piece of fruit in her mouth as she turns to meander toward the parking lot. She dumps her empty fruit container in a trash bin along the way. She's about halfway there | + | Xanthe is pretty focused on the competition. She finds a patch of empty sand to stand on, and claps with one hand on her leg as the most recent competitor ends his round. She pops the last piece of fruit in her mouth as she turns to meander toward the parking lot. She dumps her empty fruit container in a trash bin along the way. She's about halfway there when the sounds of a crash are heard. She moves into a jog herself to get there the quicker, and her limp becomes more apparent. Not that she pays it any mind. No, her attention is all on the parking lot. |
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Out in the parking lot a large, van-style Food Truck had crashed into a line of parked vehicles. Along the side of the food truck, a logo is painted, "ROY'S TO GO!" being the name of the food truck apparently, and there was an image of ribs roasting over an open pit flame. | Out in the parking lot a large, van-style Food Truck had crashed into a line of parked vehicles. Along the side of the food truck, a logo is painted, "ROY'S TO GO!" being the name of the food truck apparently, and there was an image of ribs roasting over an open pit flame. | ||
− | There's no fire, no billowing smoke. Just the truck, crashed, serving windows closed, and several damaged cars with brake lights smashed out, a couple with the back window shattered and the safety glass sparkling in the overhead floodlights that had been installed for the competition. In the driver's side of the food truck a figure lays slumped over the steering wheel, though no sound of a horn can be heard, there is some air rasping. Underneath the food truck a puddle of coolant slowly builds, as does the scent of | + | There's no fire, no billowing smoke. Just the truck, crashed, serving windows closed, and several damaged cars with brake lights smashed out, a couple with the back window shattered and the safety glass sparkling in the overhead floodlights that had been installed for the competition. In the driver's side of the food truck a figure lays slumped over the steering wheel, though no sound of a horn can be heard, there is some air rasping. Underneath the food truck a puddle of coolant slowly builds, as does the scent of Freon, as the refrigeration system in the back of the truck was likely compromised. |
Three men were currently moving to get to the situation, all of them in high-vis vests, and they had started to move soon enough that they could get there and see there was no one under the tires, and then started to shine lights into the cab of the vehicle, trying to get the slumped over driver's attention. | Three men were currently moving to get to the situation, all of them in high-vis vests, and they had started to move soon enough that they could get there and see there was no one under the tires, and then started to shine lights into the cab of the vehicle, trying to get the slumped over driver's attention. | ||
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− | Noah offered a up-nod to Sylvi, "Aloha Sylvi. No, I was only sort of watching. With traffic, I pulled on the side of the road. I was going to use it as an excuse to run, but looked for the first excuse not to." The man dialed in on his phone to notify emergency services as he neared the wreak. Pointedly sniffing the air for signs of anything | + | Noah offered a up-nod to Sylvi, "Aloha Sylvi. No, I was only sort of watching. With traffic, I pulled on the side of the road. I was going to use it as an excuse to run, but looked for the first excuse not to." The man dialed in on his phone to notify emergency services as he neared the wreak. Pointedly sniffing the air for signs of anything combustible. He ended the call before it rang when he heard the announcement to save dispatch the wrong of two calls at the same incident. |
− | Sylvi flashed a grin back to Noah and winked. "You can go running with me if you need it, but I might have you puking before the end of it, ja? Be just like being back home." She waggled her blonde brows at him and turned back to look at the crashed truck, slowing her jogging lope down to a slow walk, scanning the area. "It doesn't look like there's anyone but the driver..." Her nose scrunched as she smelled the | + | Sylvi flashed a grin back to Noah and winked. "You can go running with me if you need it, but I might have you puking before the end of it, ja? Be just like being back home." She waggled her blonde brows at him and turned back to look at the crashed truck, slowing her jogging lope down to a slow walk, scanning the area. "It doesn't look like there's anyone but the driver..." Her nose scrunched as she smelled the Freon. "Ugh, but I think his fridge line got damaged, you can smell the kjolevaeske... oh, uh... coolant?" She rubbed at her nose with the back of her hand, then peered into the cab of the truck, going up on tip toes to do it. "The guy driving is all wet." Looking at the men with their flashlights out, she motioned at the guy in the cab. "Has he talked to you at all? Is the door locked?" |
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− | Xanthe gets out far enough to where she can get a clear look of what had happened, and there she slows to a walk. Her nostrils can be seen to flare as she takes in the various scents that come to her, and wrinkling with distaste at the smell of the | + | Xanthe gets out far enough to where she can get a clear look of what had happened, and there she slows to a walk. Her nostrils can be seen to flare as she takes in the various scents that come to her, and wrinkling with distaste at the smell of the Freon. She walks around the truck in a circle, limp more obvious after her job than it had been before. "I can hear a lot of dripping," she says, words accented with the sound of the native language of the island and something more exotic. She turns her head slightly toward Sylvi without taking her eyes from the truck-van thing. "He is breathing, but it is shallow," she comments. "I hear no other sounds from inside." She stays back far enough from the van to not impede the guys in the hi-vis vests, or the doctor moving through with haste. In fact, Xanthe steps purposely out of Amalesh's way! Then resumes pacing around the van. She stops to the side of it, on the drivers' side to keep an eye out, and glances in the direction the van had apparently come from. |
− | Bjorn had been looking from whence the van came, perhaps curious how it got to the state it was currently in. But alas, he is not a CSI, so yeah | + | Bjorn had been looking from whence the van came, perhaps curious how it got to the state it was currently in. But alas, he is not a CSI, so yeah sparkly glass but no idea anything out of the ordinary. He just mainly stands back for now as the doctor and others do their thing. If he's needed for something it'll come up and if not it'll be a bit before the competition starts back up anyway, nothing lost from being there just in case. |
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− | Sylvi looked back at Noah and grinned, nodding her head. "That's my thoughts precisely, though it takes a little bit to get me there, now." She looked back at the guys in high vis jackets and motioned to them, essentially trying to get them to hurry up and find a fire extinguisher. Sidestepping, she moved entirely out of Amalesh's way so he could see to the man behind the wheel of the truck. Then, Sylvi went still, staring at the van, as a slow building horror came over her expression. "Ohhh... That is filled with the pork." Such a strange thing, but it conjured up enough concern within Sylvi that her fine, blonde brows knit together. "It's just some | + | Sylvi looked back at Noah and grinned, nodding her head. "That's my thoughts precisely, though it takes a little bit to get me there, now." She looked back at the guys in high vis jackets and motioned to them, essentially trying to get them to hurry up and find a fire extinguisher. Sidestepping, she moved entirely out of Amalesh's way so he could see to the man behind the wheel of the truck. Then, Sylvi went still, staring at the van, as a slow building horror came over her expression. "Ohhh... That is filled with the pork." Such a strange thing, but it conjured up enough concern within Sylvi that her fine, blonde brows knit together. "It's just some wives tale, ja? No pork on this side of the island?" Sylvi glanced around, giving a slightly nervous laugh as she attempted to find someone that could either agree or disagree with her. |
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− | Noah smiled and nodded to Sylvi, " | + | Noah smiled and nodded to Sylvi, "Wives' tales or not, I don't bring my BLTs over here. We had enough earthquakes as it is without tempting the fates or goddesses. Then again, Lee would likely bludgeon me for trying." Taking off his bag, Noah went fishing around inside of it for something as he moved to check. Moving around to the driver's side, he slipped on a sleeve of his leather riding jacket and pulled out his combat knife. "Door opener, coming through!" He nodded to Bjorn with the handle in hand. "Excuse me, big guy" Using the glass break on the handle of the knife, he shattered the window into pebbles. Trading the blade to his other hand, he unlocked the door, popped the door open, then popped the hood. "There's your patient, doc." Moving out of the way, he worked on opening the hood as well. |
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− | Noah felt around for the safety catch on the hood. "I'm not arguing otherwise, Sylvi. I've seen enough acts of G-d and Others in my life to know not to play with it." Lifting the hood with a groan, he checked the engine. "I can see what I can do if you want to move the vehicle, but it takes miracles to expect to drive it anywhere through Oahu gridlock." Noah glanced at the water spreading over the ground, "Unless the doc or police say to move the truck." Dropping his bag, jacket and knife, reaching into the bag for his flashlight to start checking the engine components, "Oh, I love the smell of ozone in the morning. Anyone know the nearest Napa?" The man chuckled as heard Bjorn, calling to the big man. "Pele has the same problem that all ex- | + | Noah felt around for the safety catch on the hood. "I'm not arguing otherwise, Sylvi. I've seen enough acts of G-d and Others in my life to know not to play with it." Lifting the hood with a groan, he checked the engine. "I can see what I can do if you want to move the vehicle, but it takes miracles to expect to drive it anywhere through Oahu gridlock." Noah glanced at the water spreading over the ground, "Unless the doc or police say to move the truck." Dropping his bag, jacket and knife, reaching into the bag for his flashlight to start checking the engine components, "Oh, I love the smell of ozone in the morning. Anyone know the nearest Napa?" The man chuckled as heard Bjorn, calling to the big man. "Pele has the same problem that all ex-wives have. Ex-husbands are assholes." |
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"So what, we feed it to the dog?" Bjorn's voice gets lower then and he adds to Sylvi, "And... are you sure it's just an old woman?" After all, hes' seen some crazy crazy stuff since coming to the island. And now for something potentially stupid. | "So what, we feed it to the dog?" Bjorn's voice gets lower then and he adds to Sylvi, "And... are you sure it's just an old woman?" After all, hes' seen some crazy crazy stuff since coming to the island. And now for something potentially stupid. | ||
− | + | They say manners make the man. If it is a really old woman, gods only know how far she's walked and from where, and that just won't do letting her stand there. And so, he starts to walk over toward her. "God kveld. Err, Good evening. Terribly sorry about the mess, we're working to get it cleaned up right now. Are you alright? Would you care for a seat? I could go find one for you?" There had to be fold up chairs all over the place at the event after all. | |
− | The man in Amalesh's arms continues to spew water, and as he does so, it gets darker and darker, as if there was sediment in his lungs, thick and silty. Coughing starts then, heavy and wet, and then vomiting, as a huge, squirming ball of longer, black creatures projects out of his mouth, splattering onto the sodden ground with a sickening 'splurt' sound and the scent of bile. As these creatures were slightly larger, they looked more like thick, black eels, about 3 inches long, and their individual | + | The man in Amalesh's arms continues to spew water, and as he does so, it gets darker and darker, as if there was sediment in his lungs, thick and silty. Coughing starts then, heavy and wet, and then vomiting, as a huge, squirming ball of longer, black creatures projects out of his mouth, splattering onto the sodden ground with a sickening 'splurt' sound and the scent of bile. As these creatures were slightly larger, they looked more like thick, black eels, about 3 inches long, and their individual writhing could be heard as they splattered about in the water. |
The old woman with the dog stopped walking forward as Bjorn came up to her. She looked up... really far up... at the towering man and offered a wide smile, filled with missing teeth. When she spoke, it was entirely in Hawaiian. Not just Hawaiian, though, it was Olde Inflection sort of Hawaiian, nothing sounded like slang. Nothing sounded like the freer speech used by the majority of the island, really. She did, however, nod, and pat his arm, as she blinked slightly milky, aged eyes. | The old woman with the dog stopped walking forward as Bjorn came up to her. She looked up... really far up... at the towering man and offered a wide smile, filled with missing teeth. When she spoke, it was entirely in Hawaiian. Not just Hawaiian, though, it was Olde Inflection sort of Hawaiian, nothing sounded like slang. Nothing sounded like the freer speech used by the majority of the island, really. She did, however, nod, and pat his arm, as she blinked slightly milky, aged eyes. | ||
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− | Noah continued looking in the engine compartment, because it is the best that can be sorted out. "Doc! If you could be a champ and try to get the engine to roll over, I'd appreciate it. But for all that is good in the world, please make sure its not in gear!" Noah | + | Noah continued looking in the engine compartment, because it is the best that can be sorted out. "Doc! If you could be a champ and try to get the engine to roll over, I'd appreciate it. But for all that is good in the world, please make sure its not in gear!" Noah double checked the rest of the wiring, running his fingers over it. "I'm not telling you how to do your job, but... I got some antsy folk around here, and if you say... Needed to move your patient from the vehicle to I don't know... Get better light? My nose is picking up some flammable notes here, so we may have to move the vehicle to a safer location." The man was obvious lying through his teeth to anyone with a nose or common sense. The man stood up, closing the hood, and glanced around to the people nearby, a smirk appearing as he regarded the old woman and the dog. "Anyone want to play wheel man, and get arrested? I'm game if there's no takers." |
− | Sylvi blinked as Bjorn walked up to the old woman, nodding her head and giving him a smile, because hell, he's being POLITE, polite is goood. Especially when potentially dealing with Gods, right? Turning her head back to Xanthe, Sylvi nodded. "I'm shit behind the wheel, but I can load food into a trunk like the Champion, ja? Or... If we can get the truck started, we just get it out of here. Either way. Wait! WAIT! We have so many large, strong men! We could maybe just have several of them come and help us push the vehicle backward, until we reach the | + | Sylvi blinked as Bjorn walked up to the old woman, nodding her head and giving him a smile, because hell, he's being POLITE, polite is goood. Especially when potentially dealing with Gods, right? Turning her head back to Xanthe, Sylvi nodded. "I'm shit behind the wheel, but I can load food into a trunk like the Champion, ja? Or... If we can get the truck started, we just get it out of here. Either way. Wait! WAIT! We have so many large, strong men! We could maybe just have several of them come and help us push the vehicle backward, until we reach the mid line of the road? Then, no need to move the food or open the back door, but the pork will be on the other side of the island, waiting for this Roy man to show up with his insurance people." Sylvi chewed on her lower lip for a moment and nodded. "Which way do we want to go? If we have the men push, we could just put it in the no-gear, ja? And push?" Sylvi looked back over at Noah then, brows raised in earnest. "Or, if you are getting an arrest for it, I will go with you, I don't mind getting the new arrest. People in Jail here are always very kind, and the police on Oahu are good about letting me call the home office whenever I do something I didn't realize was a bad thing." |
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− | Bjorn blinks as the woman speaks to him. After silently chastising himself for not getting more lessons in Hawaiian, though smiles and gentle patting of the big man's arms is at least a positive sign that even if he couldn't understand her perhaps she could understand him enough, and he was on the right track. At talk of moving the truck, and seeing how distressed the dog is getting he says to her, "I'll get someone to get you that chair and I'll be right back, just gonna help get this thing out of the way." He starts to head back and says to third Hi Vis guy left standing there being scenery, "Scuse me, could you go get one of the chairs from in the event for her?" He points back to the elderly woman. "She looks like she could use a rest. Thanks, I appreciate it." | + | Bjorn blinks as the woman speaks to him. After silently chastising himself for not getting more lessons in Hawaiian, though smiles and gentle patting of the big man's arms is at least a positive sign that even if he couldn't understand her perhaps she could understand him enough, and he was on the right track. At talk of moving the truck, and seeing how distressed the dog is getting he says to her, "I'll get someone to get you that chair and I'll be right back, just gonna help get this thing out of the way." He starts to head back and says to third Hi Vis guy left standing there being scenery, "'Scuse me, could you go get one of the chairs from in the event for her?" He points back to the elderly woman. "She looks like she could use a rest. Thanks, I appreciate it." Never mind if he agreed or not, he wasn't about to take no for an answer as he made his way to the truck. To Noah and Sylvi he asks, "Neutral and a push or do you want to start it? Just let me know now so we can get it going either way before the dog hurts itself." |
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The driver started to seize as he was pulled out of the food truck, his eyes finally opening and revealing that they looked like spongy pools of softened flesh, like the eyeballs within his skull were slightly dehydrated, and had too much slack floating over the eye jelly. Eels started fighting their way out of his nose, and more from out of his mouth, and movement could be both felt and seen under his over-saturated, spongy flesh. | The driver started to seize as he was pulled out of the food truck, his eyes finally opening and revealing that they looked like spongy pools of softened flesh, like the eyeballs within his skull were slightly dehydrated, and had too much slack floating over the eye jelly. Eels started fighting their way out of his nose, and more from out of his mouth, and movement could be both felt and seen under his over-saturated, spongy flesh. | ||
− | The old woman nodded again to Bjorn in agreement, and didn't make a single move to calm the dog or pull him back from his rage-filled barking. The guy who had stood around holding a flashlight while the other two parking | + | The old woman nodded again to Bjorn in agreement, and didn't make a single move to calm the dog or pull him back from his rage-filled barking. The guy who had stood around holding a flashlight while the other two parking attendants were off and running just nodded to Bjorn, eyes wide, and then took off to go grab a chair, the closest possible chair he could find. |
− | Noah tossed his gear into his bag as he picked it off the ground, and stuff everything inside. He grinned at Sylvi, "Well girl. You have the assets to get any man moving. Why don't you see how many of them you can round up to push start this truck?" He nodded to Xanthe, "Looking to get arrested? Because that's what I'm | + | Noah tossed his gear into his bag as he picked it off the ground, and stuff everything inside. He grinned at Sylvi, "Well girl. You have the assets to get any man moving. Why don't you see how many of them you can round up to push start this truck?" He nodded to Xanthe, "Looking to get arrested? Because that's what I'm aiming for, so I let you choose. Me or you?" The man held his press lipped smile as he moved to the driver's side of the vehicle as Amalesh moved the driver. "Alright, we're going to have to push it back from these other vehicles, then head that way to see if we can get her started." He indicated the direction with a bladed hand. |
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− | Noah held his smile as Sylvi ran off to get the cavalry. With the patient clear of the vehicle, he took a look inside of it. "I swear I will suck the life out of you slimy fucking if you so much as think about biting me." Tossing his bag onto the passenger seat, he nodded to Bjorn. "Yeah man, we're going to push it back off the cars, I'll steer. Then I'll turn it. Get it up to speed, I'll drop the clutch and drive it on out of here." When the two hi-ves wearing guys showed it, he nodded to them. "You boys have a choice, now. You can be the reason a load of pork stays on this side of island, or you keep me a clear path so I can drive it on out of here." Noah turned and climbed into the driver side, pulling it out of gear and holding the clutch down. He let out a groan, he leaned his neck over until it popped, then put his hands on the wheel, trying the ignition which didn't even cause so much of a cough of movement from the engine. "Thought so," he sighed. | + | Noah held his smile as Sylvi ran off to get the cavalry. With the patient clear of the vehicle, he took a look inside of it. "I swear I will suck the life out of you slimy fucking things if you so much as think about biting me." Tossing his bag onto the passenger seat, he nodded to Bjorn. "Yeah man, we're going to push it back off the cars, I'll steer. Then I'll turn it. Get it up to speed, I'll drop the clutch and drive it on out of here." When the two hi-ves wearing guys showed it, he nodded to them. "You boys have a choice, now. You can be the reason a load of pork stays on this side of island, or you keep me a clear path so I can drive it on out of here." Noah turned and climbed into the driver side, pulling it out of gear and holding the clutch down. He let out a groan, he leaned his neck over until it popped, then put his hands on the wheel, trying the ignition which didn't even cause so much of a cough of movement from the engine. "Thought so," he sighed. |
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− | Xanthe shudders faintly, and looks mildly disgusted again. She shifts a hair to the side and a hair back from the patient spewing forth eels from his.. | + | Xanthe shudders faintly, and looks mildly disgusted again. She shifts a hair to the side and a hair back from the patient spewing forth eels from his.. orifices. She notes what the doctor is doing, shielding the guy, and moves to do the same, on the premise that she makes a really poor substitute for a window. She looks toward the truck and starts to rise when the dog is silenced. She seems unmoved by that fact, instead settles back to her crouch and looks back at the doctor. "Took care of itself, it would seem." Uh huh. All by itself. Sure it did. |
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− | Noah leaned out the door and turned his head back to Sylvi, "Manual transmission, sweetheart. You give a good push, I drop the clutch. Wheels make the gears turn, they turn the engine." The sounds in the back of the truck caused him to look back that way. "You get the same deal as the eels up here, Cujo. You don't bite me, and we're straight, you hear?" The man shook his head as he tested the wheel to ensure it could be turned. Noah stared at the men at the front of the truck, and smiled. "You guys are | + | Noah leaned out the door and turned his head back to Sylvi, "Manual transmission, sweetheart. You give a good push, I drop the clutch. Wheels make the gears turn, they turn the engine." The sounds in the back of the truck caused him to look back that way. "You get the same deal as the eels up here, Cujo. You don't bite me, and we're straight, you hear?" The man shook his head as he tested the wheel to ensure it could be turned. Noah stared at the men at the front of the truck, and smiled. "You guys are getting the better deal. You guys get the hot blonde. I'm stuck with seawater and eel slime." When they started to push the truck over the other vehicles, Noah's slipped on the wheel before they stuck and could force the wheel over. |
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− | Xanthe nods her | + | Xanthe nods her agreement to all that Amelesh has said. "Likewise." She turns her head to look at the truck being moved. "Many things. Much death. Varying levels of both." She watches as the truck is moved and she nods, appreciatively. Who wouldn't be appreciative of buff guys shoving something heavy around? |
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Notably, once the truck backed up, then started with its own power down the road toward the Windward side, the woman that had been sitting in the chair was simply gone. No words, no coughing, no laughing. | Notably, once the truck backed up, then started with its own power down the road toward the Windward side, the woman that had been sitting in the chair was simply gone. No words, no coughing, no laughing. | ||
− | From the ground, near each person, something small started to crop out of the ground. It looked hot, dangerously so, as a small, shimmering orb came up, then immediately cooled. It was in no way | + | From the ground, near each person, something small started to crop out of the ground. It looked hot, dangerously so, as a small, shimmering orb came up, then immediately cooled. It was in no way unnoticeable. The little shapes were obsidian, smooth and perfect, like eggs. Stark and black. There was one beside Amalesh, beside Xanthe, beside Sylvi when she looked down, and beside Bjorn when he looked down, likely stepping on the damn thing. At least it was pretty. For Noah, in the truck, while he was driving a round orb of obsidian bounced out of the console and landed neatly next to him on the seat, rolling up to his thigh and stopping there. Waiting to be noticed and picked up. |
As the truck passes the line of allowance for pork, the dog in the back suddenly stops making noise as it jumps free, then takes off running into the night, toward the sea. | As the truck passes the line of allowance for pork, the dog in the back suddenly stops making noise as it jumps free, then takes off running into the night, toward the sea. | ||
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− | Xanthe notes the | + | Xanthe notes the movement first. She looks down and watches the orb beside her grow out of the ground. She doesn't touch it until it looks cool, then she reaches out and picks up the one beside her. She rolls her hand over and opens her fingers to look at the orb now lying atop her palm. She glances up to Sylvi and nods to her. "Pleasure to meet you as well. Both of you," she says including Amalesh in that with a glance. "Wish the circumstances were better." She too looks to the chair. Her eyes close and her head bows as her lips move in some silent thanks or prayer. It lasts but a moment and then opens her eyes again. "Welcome. If you have choice of coroners, I would suggest Healani Uhane. She does not startle easily." |
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Beefcake BBQ | |
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Seriously. NO PORK on the Leeward Coast! | |
Dramatis Personae | 4 September, 2008 Sometimes you have to go to great lengths to satisfy Pele. |
Location
Leeward Coast, Clearing off the Farrington Highway |
Plot(s) |
Evening time on the Leeward Coast was actually quite a time to be there. The harsh light of the sun was no longer baking it til you needed three bottles of water for an hour, and instead, the heat came up from the ground, leaving the place delightfully warm without any sunshine, even if there was a nice breeze. While there was so much to do, so much to see, there was still the expanse of space between all of these things, the places where nothing existed until something was there. Nothing happened until something caused it, because on the Leeward Side, things besides your short grasses and scrub brushes just didn't grow unless you forced them. Near a stretch of the Farrington Highway, a space of nothing exists, unless you consider flat, ground dirt and sand to be something. Still, that space wasn't ever wasted. People liked to stay there sometimes, having parties, as they could rent the flat land from the city for a reasonable price. Tonight? Well. Tonight that little stretch of nothing was rented out for a competition. None other than the Men's Breakback Dead Lifting competition. And there were MANY competitors. Big dudes, big bulging muscles, big, heavy racks of iron to be pumped. Lots of people walking around with numbers affixed to their tank tops. Even if people weren't interested in the competition, it put the traffic rolling along the Farrington Highway down to a slow crawl, even at 9pm and night. So much so that there was a resurgence of people showing up at the place, just to park and get out of their cars and stretch their legs if for nothing else. Interest in an obscure sport, ramped up by pure boredom and road rage.
Sylvi was dressed like she'd intended to be comfy enough to relax for the event, but still look decent. Just a set of navy blue yoga pants that fit trim all the way to her ankles and a canary yellow sports bra, the yellow looking like it went well with the bright yellow swoosh on the side of her light gray sneakers. Otherwise, she left her tanned, toned, skin bare and seemed to not really be carrying much of anything.
Today he's wearing some black board shorts, and a blue tee that matches the color of his eyes. On the front it says, "How to pick up women" and has stick figures showing the male figure picking up the female one. His typical hiking shoes finish up the attire. His hair that would get around his eyes is pulled back into a man bun to keep it out of the way, and of course he unlike the others has a number slapped onto said shirt number 89, being a last minute addition, which may obscure the picture on it actually.
"NEXT UP! We have late competitor, number 89! To the center lifting area!" The crowd clapped, easily 2-300 people overall, and everyone was pretty amped. There was food and drink available, mostly sports drinks, but some beer by now of course, and the food was along the lines of fruit, crepes with all manner of toppings, granola by the bowl full without milk, and a myriad of different power-bar type things, some made by vendors, some sold by CLIFF and POWERBAR. Nope, no fried food, no meat, and obviously zero pork.
He puts everything out of his head now though. Looking at the weight and trying not to think of the crowd or anything else, he gets his mind and body ready, and imagines the lift, then with a great heave and an almost bear-like growl pulls it up, up, up over his head and sets his legs under him, holding it until he hears the buzzer, or hears down from the ref next to him and then lets it drop. He takes a moment now to look about and spots a familiar face in a Sylvi, offering a wave to her. Small island.
As the noise started to die down to normal, chatty levels for a crowd of 2-300 people, Honking could be heard, coming from the road that wasn't far away at all. Then, the sound of metal striking metal, glass fracturing and shedding to the ground in a wave. A few of the guys tasked with helping out in the parking lot in their bright, high-vis yellow vests, ran to the parking lot quickly, as it would seem that the crash happened there, and not on the road itself. Moving vehicle vs Parked vehicle. Moving vehicle wins.
Naturally, Sylvi waited til Bjorn cleared the Competition area and then walked right up to give him a huge hug. "That was great! SO good!" She likely meant to continue her appreciative and supportive lines of thought, but the sound of something crashing became distinctly audible, and she leaned around Bjorn to peer toward the parking area, frowning. "Ah.. mannen. I'm just going to go see if anyone needs help, ja? I'll be right back when they restart, and I'll be right up front!" She patted Bjorn's shoulder, not wanting to squeeze or anything after he'd just clean jerked a Beetle, and started off in a loping jog for the parking lot. When Sylvi spotted Noah heading the same way, she called out his name "Noah! I didn't know you were here! You should come watch with me, my friend Bjorn's lifting!" Energy levels were high with this one, as she continued past Noah as well, her sports bra almost matching with the high-vis vests the parking attendants were wearing.
There's no fire, no billowing smoke. Just the truck, crashed, serving windows closed, and several damaged cars with brake lights smashed out, a couple with the back window shattered and the safety glass sparkling in the overhead floodlights that had been installed for the competition. In the driver's side of the food truck a figure lays slumped over the steering wheel, though no sound of a horn can be heard, there is some air rasping. Underneath the food truck a puddle of coolant slowly builds, as does the scent of Freon, as the refrigeration system in the back of the truck was likely compromised. Three men were currently moving to get to the situation, all of them in high-vis vests, and they had started to move soon enough that they could get there and see there was no one under the tires, and then started to shine lights into the cab of the vehicle, trying to get the slumped over driver's attention.
The men in high-vis jackets shook their heads as one toward Sylvi, indicating that they had no idea about the door, but stepped back when Amalesh came closer, allowing him to get to the door of the truck first, looking stunned. "Brah, why the hell would Roy send his truck over here anyway?" One of the three men looked at the other two in high vis jackets and shook his head in total confusion. "That's like... just asking for Pele to wreck your ride man." Seeing as they weren't going to be directing traffic to park any time soon, the three just stood there, flashlights at the ready, waiting for further instructions from someone. Anyone, probably. From down the road, somewhere back behind all those waiting headlights, the sound of a dog barking could be heard. It was fairly frantic, and it was coming from the East, where the truck had likely come from as well.
From the Easterly direction, the source of the barking sound could finally be seen. A woman, and even from far away she looked elderly, was walking her dog down the softer side, beyond the barrier, through the grass on the shoulder. The dog was barking frantically, raising all sorts of ruckus. It notably wasn't pulling on the old woman with her layers of wrapped dress around herself, but just kept walking at her speed. Its bark was far more frantic than its footfalls.
Sylvi nodded her head to Noah. "That's just it, we had to stop someone from bringing a live pig here once, and it was pretty bad. They were trying to do something terrible with it, all because this side of the island is a pig-free zone, because it's Pele's side." Sylvi's blue-gray eyes were wide, and she looked over to where Xanthe had started down the road, then past her, to the old woman with the dog. "Herregud..." She cursed softly, falling back to her native tongue. "I'm pretty sure it's not the tale of the wives..." She rubbed her hands up her arms as she shook her head. "Ok... Can we move the buy behind the wheel, so we can move the truck?" She looked at Bjorn and Amalesh, somewhat hopeful. Then she peered over at Noah. "Is the engine OK? This is... a large amount of meat, ja? Who has a car, in case we can't get it moving? We could drive it away and just... I have no idea who Roy is but we will have to maybe give it back to him, or he can cut his losses."
They say manners make the man. If it is a really old woman, gods only know how far she's walked and from where, and that just won't do letting her stand there. And so, he starts to walk over toward her. "God kveld. Err, Good evening. Terribly sorry about the mess, we're working to get it cleaned up right now. Are you alright? Would you care for a seat? I could go find one for you?" There had to be fold up chairs all over the place at the event after all.
The old woman with the dog stopped walking forward as Bjorn came up to her. She looked up... really far up... at the towering man and offered a wide smile, filled with missing teeth. When she spoke, it was entirely in Hawaiian. Not just Hawaiian, though, it was Olde Inflection sort of Hawaiian, nothing sounded like slang. Nothing sounded like the freer speech used by the majority of the island, really. She did, however, nod, and pat his arm, as she blinked slightly milky, aged eyes. The dog, well, the dog just kept barking its head off. Not at the approaching Nord, but at the food truck, its muzzle pointed squarely at the large, rear compartment. Slobber rolled from its maw to the ground, and its shaggy, slightly longer coat of fur looked like it was starting to lather with effort. That dog was displeased.
The driver started to seize as he was pulled out of the food truck, his eyes finally opening and revealing that they looked like spongy pools of softened flesh, like the eyeballs within his skull were slightly dehydrated, and had too much slack floating over the eye jelly. Eels started fighting their way out of his nose, and more from out of his mouth, and movement could be both felt and seen under his over-saturated, spongy flesh. The old woman nodded again to Bjorn in agreement, and didn't make a single move to calm the dog or pull him back from his rage-filled barking. The guy who had stood around holding a flashlight while the other two parking attendants were off and running just nodded to Bjorn, eyes wide, and then took off to go grab a chair, the closest possible chair he could find.
The driver stopped seizing, and went still, eyes staring blindly forward without blinking until his eyeballs started roiling, then both burst, spilling forth tiny, squiggling black eels to fall down his face onto the ground. As he was no longer assisting with bodily functions for the other eels to escape, they came slower, wriggling their way out of his nose, mouth, eyes, and ears. His pants, notably, also began to squirm with life, and 3-5 inch eels started spilling from the hemline of his shorts. The third High-Vis vest wearing parking attendant returned in no time at all, really, carrying a chair directly over to the old woman and setting it down for her, bowing slightly and motioning to it so that she could rest herself. And, the old woman did. She set herself onto the chair and let out a satisfied sigh of relaxation, leaning into the back of it, her feet hardly touching the ground. Once Bjorn had the back of the truck open, the leash that had been holding the scroungy looking dog was suddenly gone, and the four-legged creature rushed to the back of the food truck, leaping inside with a snarl. The sounds of a struggle were heard then, as the dog was attempting to get into a large, side laying cooler along the wall of the food truck. The lid opened up, but as a dog, the canine simply didn't have the ability to open it himself. He snapped, snarled, barked, scraped, scratched, and bit at the cooler, but all he was doing was making the sound of flesh and teeth against stainless steel. And not making any headway into the cooler at all. Behind Sylvi, there were multiple mobile mountains on the way. At least 5 men had chosen to walk behind the bouncing blonde and were heading out toward the parking lot. Notably, they weren't paying much attention to the parking lot just yet, and were simply walking out in two rows, all with attention placed firmly on the cheerleader of weight lifters everywhere.
On the ground, the driver just kept oozing living, writhing creatures onto the parking lot around him. It wasn't pretty, and it made slippery, nasty sounds. The back of the food truck was filled with the sounds of the dog gnawing, chewing, crunching, and swallowing up hunks of pork as fast as his jaws could do so. The old woman sitting on the chair now, looking entirely relaxed, leaned her head back and started laughing in long bouts, her voice thinning until she took a great, deep breath, then laughed again. Her hands began clapping and she called out "Hana Hou!" Obviously tickled pink by the entire situation in front of her. The two guys that Noah had talked to nodded a few times, then tapped their third parking lot-attendant and the three of them moved to the road, using their flashlights and bright, high-vis vests to their advantage to block traffic, and get people pushed away if they'd chosen to stand too close. Notably, they were sectioning off a VERY wide berth for the size of the truck. Can never be too careful, after all.
The old lady sitting on her chair didn't move, just watched, seemingly unworried as to whether or not the truck would come closer. She was still chuckling, but her energy seemed to be giving out a little and she appeared to be leaning harder back into the chair, looking a bit tired. Inside the food truck the dog kept ravenously devouring pork like it had been years since he'd eaten. The dead man near Amalesh and Xanthe continued to spew forth living, black, eels. His skin had stopped squirming now, and the only movement was seen at his orifices. The guys out in the road continued to keep people back, barring them bodily from coming to where the truck might run them over.
The dead man remained so, and the eels had started to go still, flailing about as they writhed in some sort of agony over the lack of breathable water, until finally, they were all in their death throes. Notably, once the truck backed up, then started with its own power down the road toward the Windward side, the woman that had been sitting in the chair was simply gone. No words, no coughing, no laughing. From the ground, near each person, something small started to crop out of the ground. It looked hot, dangerously so, as a small, shimmering orb came up, then immediately cooled. It was in no way unnoticeable. The little shapes were obsidian, smooth and perfect, like eggs. Stark and black. There was one beside Amalesh, beside Xanthe, beside Sylvi when she looked down, and beside Bjorn when he looked down, likely stepping on the damn thing. At least it was pretty. For Noah, in the truck, while he was driving a round orb of obsidian bounced out of the console and landed neatly next to him on the seat, rolling up to his thigh and stopping there. Waiting to be noticed and picked up. As the truck passes the line of allowance for pork, the dog in the back suddenly stops making noise as it jumps free, then takes off running into the night, toward the sea. The sound of sirens is coming, from two different directions, heading toward the scene of the accident, and likely to come across the food truck rather soon.
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