A pink head popped out from behind the dilapidated van, scanning the landscape ever so carefully. When it was satisfied, the body follwed, dropping to he ground and huddling along to a pile of mismatched clothing and cereal boxes.
Wthout hesitation and in commando mode, Mustapha dove in head first, soon being covered head to toe in bits of smelly gaga plastic and outdated fashions. She immediately sprung out and belly crawled to the inside of the van, in which she hid, not knowing someone was watching.
Post by Galileo Figaro on Apr 14, 2009 20:28:30 GMT -5
(Love your new avatar and banner Phapha! BWT, it's gonna be me and Mouche joining in on this, I've already sent her a pm)
Galileo slowly climbed out from the old, rusted confines of the van, wincing slightly when his left knee scraped the sharp metal of the roof, snagging his pant leg and tearing the fabric even more. It wasn't to often when he was actually allowed to venture aboveground on one the the many famed Bohemian scavenging hunts, and he was ready to enjoy every moment of it.
The Dreamer arched his dark eyebrows and chuckled, shaking his head when he spotted Mustapha leaping and rolling from one pile of trash to the next, like some sort of super spy.
He winced and brought his hand up to rub his temple when there was a sudden loud burst if voices in his head, ringing in his ears.
My Lords and Ladies, I will prevail I cannot fail. Cos I spy.
He quickly shook it off and took a tiny step back to avoid having the young bassist crash into his legs when she quickly crawled back inside the van.
Mustapha jumped at the familiar voice. "ssshhh!!!" She said quickly without thinking. She knew shushing the bad arsed babe was no thr wisest thing to do but she had no choice. "you'll wake them up..." She said mysteriously.
Getting into a squatting possition on the open edge of the van she stretched her haunches a little before leaping out into the somewhat sunny day and scampering behind a pile of recyclables that had unfortunately thrown away with rubbish. She was still looking back at the couple in the van and then looking over the side of the recyclables. "They'll wake up, if you keep that up." She whispered.
Post by Galileo Figaro on Apr 16, 2009 10:30:01 GMT -5
Galileo frowned nervously and leaned out from the side of the van, looking around before staring over at Mustapha.
" W-what do you mean... wake "them" up?" he asked with a nervous gulp, his hand reaching out subconsiously to grip Scara's gloved one. He jumped when a bird flew overhead and shank back into the safe darkness of the van, letting out a small yelp.
Mustapha looked back and studied the two carefully. "I'm talking about the rubbish monsters... pop told me about them...." She whispered. A small breeze knocked a coke can of the large pile of recyclables and hit Mustapha on the head. With a sqeual, she raced back and joined Galileo in the dark shadows of the van.
"Mustapha, how many times have I told not to listen to everything Pop tells you,"
Mustapha sniffed, "maybe a few times..." she muttered quietly, pulling a little at a loose thread on Galileo's sleeve.
"Most of the things that old nutter spouts out is complete and total rubbish!"
"But he helped us get to wembley and get your guitar. If not for him, Killer Queen would have gotten us!" She said hoping up to her knees and almost whining. "And he described it so well too, he said their grey, have twitchy noses, black beady eyes and gross skinny pink tails."
She sat back down with a huff and looked across the landscape. "RUBBISH MONSTER!" She squealed ducking under the ratty old blanket that lay in the van. Shaking she lifted the blanket up just to be sure it was there and buried back under as she saw the thing scampering across the dump.
"Rat?" Mustapha tipped her head to the side from underneath the blanket. She pulled it around her neck so her head poked out. "W-w-what's a rat? Do they eat children too?" She shuddered, stumbling on her words as her eyes scanned the landscape for anymore rubbish monsters.
Post by Scaramouche on Apr 19, 2009 12:58:10 GMT -5
Scaramouche rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of the ratty, water stained mattress. She pulled the blanket completely off of Mustapha and balled it into the corner, narrowly missing hitting Galileo in the face with it.
" No, rats don't eat children... though if your not careful, you could get bitten..."
Once she finished her sentence, the Bad-Arsed Babe wished she quickly snatch the word back. The last thing she wanted was Mustapha holing herself up in her room for the rest of her life because she would worry that she would get bitten by rat if she went outside.
Post by Galileo Figaro on Apr 19, 2009 18:34:53 GMT -5
Galileo ducked to one side to avoid getting smacked in the face by the tattered blanket and blinked slowly, feeling a small blush creeping up his pale, thin cheeks when he realized he had been freaking out over a couple of rats. He hastily placed the shard of glass he had been gripping tightly onto the dashboard of the van, then glanced up to listen to Mustapha's and Scaramouche's conversation.
"Bitten?!" She blinked in shock. "Why hasn't anyone told me about this?" She growled a little, "I need to know if something's going to bite me!!" She exclaimed. Suddenly, she didn't feel so safe in the van, She jumped out quickly and ran to the hood of the vehicle, scampering up till she was on the roof. Looking around for a minute she sat, satisfied. She poked her head over the side, to see an upside down Scaramouche and Galileo. "I think I'm safer up here."