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Post by avalanche on Oct 29, 2006 10:46:45 GMT -5
Dom found that cleaning up every scrap of your presence in a place was easy if you could disintegrate matter at your will. The trash, the dishes, everything was gone in a matter of seconds as he piled it all on the floor. Then he brushed the small amount of dust into a pan, and sprinkled it into the back yard, where it would never been seen again.
A satisfied smile on his face, he went to find Reclucas (a name he'd probably never call them to their faces.)
Soon enough he was in the garage, crossing over to them as they... rebuilt the chain of the garage door from small links of Gracie's web? An incredibly clever use for the stuff. He noted again the versatility of her power, which was limited only by her creativity.
He nodded approvingly.
“Hey guys, got the place cleaned up and we're packed and ready to go.” He leaned over, looking up at the chain and examined it's durability. “How's this comin' along?”
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Post by recluse on Oct 29, 2006 11:14:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, just fine." She didn't bother to tell either of them exactly how she'd made the replacement - Gracie had disappeared back upstairs to spin a short length of web and crochet it into a nice open chain. Neither Dom nor Lucas needed to know that she could crochet like a granny though.
Well, it seemed to her that a single strand making the chain would be quicker, easier, and stronger than making lots of little sticky loops.
Her body made fibre! Learning what to do with it had been pretty important - one of the few things she'd ever actually asked her mom to teach her. Not that Gracie had ever explained why - 'I make thick spider web out of an extra hole,' wasn't exactly the sort of thing that her mother would ever have wanted to hear. Knowing about the fangs was bad enough.
"I think that'll about do it." She'd left the very end sticky, so that they could close the chain securely. Hopefully it would work. If it didn't, then they'd need to find some bolt cutters before the repair people got there, or the fact that one of them was a mutant would have been more than obvious.
"I'm all cleaned up, too. So we are heading off for the night, then?"
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Post by impact on Oct 29, 2006 11:17:58 GMT -5
Helping her secure it to the chain, he marvelled at Gracie's mutation. She'd make a great mechanic.
"Sounds about right to me guys. You know, there's a nice five star just across the bridge. We could be there in thirty minutes."
Letting Gracie do the rest as he was still pretty clueless how to handle her webbing, he looked at Dom.
"We could go now." He shrugged.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 29, 2006 11:34:42 GMT -5
Dom stretched and yawned. “Five star sounds awesome. We'll hit it up. Room service, hot tub... maybe a massage or two.”
He appraised Lucas for a moment, who had definitely gotten more likable as time had gone on. Dom wouldn't have gone so far as to say the two were buds or anything, considering how little they've actually said to each other, but they were definitely far from the potential enemies they were in the beginning.
“And hell yeah, let's roll.”
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Post by recluse on Oct 29, 2006 11:44:07 GMT -5
"Hmmm."
Stepping back, Gracie surveyed their handiwork and chewed on the inside of her cheek.
"Alright, I just want to see if this works." Walking over to press the button, she watched with her head tilted to one side to make sure that it was going to work properly. A little jolt as it all slipped into place properly, and things seemed fine.
"Sweet as. Alright, now we can go." They wouldn't have to call the repair people back, which meant they didn't have to pay for the repair people - which was, in Gracie's mind, a good thing. Yeah, she'd helped knock over an armoured car, but she still didn't want to pay someone to fix shit that she could herself.
"I'll just get my bag." Bounding back upstairs, she zipped her bag up properly and headed back down. They called out to Roy and headed for the car.
Huh. This was going to be interesting.
Running fingers through her hair, Gracie just shrugged as if to say, 'You all work it out.' Lucas would no doubt be driving. Which meant that she'd have preferred to sit up front with him, but it wasn't like she'd be taking advantage of it with the other two in the back. So she just left the decision with Lucas and Dom.
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Post by impact on Oct 29, 2006 11:53:25 GMT -5
Lucas hardly paid attention, and yet when he got in and started the car, he was a little surprised to see Dom get in next to him. Smirking, he waited til the others were in.
"You powdered those donuts did ya?" Luke shook his head. "Damn. Might have to stop somewhere, I'm starving. Taco Bell work for you guys?"
Onto the road, they were out of the posh neighborhood in minutes and onto the highway towards the southwest end of the island. They swung through Taco Bell, Lucas getting an obscene amount of food for himself and making sure everyone else got some too- it wasn't that he was motherly or anything, but it was kind of a guy's way of making sure his friends were taken care of.
Pulling into the hotel, Lucas chuckled. "Boy aren't we a ridiculous bunch of punks to be swingin into here. Might have to tell 'em we're with a band," he remarked as they got out.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 29, 2006 12:01:18 GMT -5
Dom finished his seven layer, and nodded. “That was my thought, or we could be the founders of some genius website that has rolled us a ton of money. We chose to invest in google at the right time or some shit.”
He stood, looking up at the hotel for a second, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
He balled up his trash into his hands and then wiped the dust that it became off onto his jeans. The action was too small for anyone else to really see, particularly since he was still half out of the car.
As the quartet walked across the street to the hotel, he looked over at Lucas, asking the inevitable question. “So what kind of room arrangements you lookin' for here? I'm getting my own room, I'll cover you three, but is that two rooms or three?"
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Post by recluse on Oct 29, 2006 12:12:34 GMT -5
Did it really matter who they were, as long as they could pay? Did most people that checked into 5-star hotels explain why they were rich enough to be staying there?
Probably not, but how many of the people that stayed in these kind of places looked like them?
Ugh, why did Dom's question leave a hot little ball of discomfort in the pit of her stomach? It wasn't like they'd been particularly subtle back in the house.
"I'll cover my room, Dom. You don't have to pay for me - or Lucas."
Well, she had, as previously stated, helped knock over an armoured car. Hopefully, that also answered the question without actually having to come out and answer the question.
Maybe she just didn't want to see that look from Dom again. Maybe she just didn't think it was any of his business what she and Lucas did. Maybe she just didn't know exactly what to say. It hadn't exactly been a long time since their little group had hooked up.
And what if Lucas had changed his mind or something?
God, you are such a girl sometimes.
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Post by impact on Oct 29, 2006 12:19:53 GMT -5
Lucas said nothing. He'd discussed it with Gracie; that's all he needed to know. What if she changed her mind?
Then she answered for him. For them. Shrugging a little, he managed not to grin or anything stupid like that as they made their way into the hotel.
The maitre'd gave them shit but not too much once he realized they were paying cash and had plenty of it. Leaning over and explaining a few things about the Barbosas to them didn't hurt either. Why hadn't he thought of that before?
They got their key cards and were into the gold and ivory coloured elevator within a half hour. Looking around, Lucas nodded.
"Wonder if the toilet paper's gold plated too eh?"
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Post by avalanche on Oct 29, 2006 12:28:37 GMT -5
Dom had been impressed at Lucas handling the problem that stiff had been giving them, as it seemed to clear things right up. Sure, it may have come with it's own set of problems, but what the hell. Live a little, right?
He chuckled at the gold toilet paper, and shook his head. "Something tells me these rooms will come with Bidet toilets. Which will probably use liquid gold. Gotta wonder if they have regular toilet paper too, though."
Dom had personally never used a bidet, though the idea sounded neat.
"It's the kickin' room service that sounds good to me... though that resturaunt downstairs looked nice. Maybe we can do dinner later?"
The thought of having Lucas and Gracie at a fancy restuarant with Roy and he was particularly amusing.
He looked over at Gracie, hoping she wasn't actually upset that he'd asked about the rooms and offered to pay for them, and yet at the same time finding it terribly amusing. Making her uncomfortable had always been entertaining, since she could get wound up on occasion about reputation.
"Never thought we'd be crashin' in a joint like this, eh?"
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Post by recluse on Oct 29, 2006 12:43:12 GMT -5
God damn it.
"No."
Wait, that was a bit abrupt for either of the questions.
"No, I never thought it. And I have plans, so you'll have to entertain yourself." Gracie gave him a bit of a smirk.
Her expression softened after a moment, though. "We can go do something this afternoon though, if you like." Just because she was sleeping with Lucas didn't mean she'd forgotten how long Dom had been there for her.
Such a girl. Fuck.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 30, 2006 23:20:39 GMT -5
Dom glanced at her reflection in the gold polished elevator door. He could really understand how she must feel... the excitement of first contact with someone you were immensely attracted to was a force to be reckoned with. Not that he'd felt such a thing in a really, really long time... and besides, she was his Gracie. She'd been his right hand for a long time, and they'd seen some serious shit together.
"Yeah. Gotta grab some new duds this afternoon. Time I moved out of the same two pairs of pants, eh? We're fuckin' continental now, baby."
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Post by recluse on Oct 30, 2006 23:55:26 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes with a smile, Gracie nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, any excuse'll do." Yeah, so she had more than two pairs of pants now - even with the ones that Lucas had destroyed - thanks to living with her mom, but Dom was probably going to kit himself out in something that actually matched.
Well, he'd always managed it before, so add in the extra cash and this 'moving out' of his old stuff thing, and he'd probably be looking like he just walked off the fuckin' catwalk.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 31, 2006 0:03:58 GMT -5
Out of the elevator and across plush carpeting they strolled, eyeing the lavish scenery on one of the highest floors in the hotel. Dom couldn't help but feel great. Sure, he didn't really earn the money he'd taken, but he felt that none the less he'd hit it big. In fact, it was more than the money, it was the Brotherhood.
It didn't take long for them to reach their rooms, all stationed next to each other. He was glad he was across the hall from the two, and that Roy was next to them. God knew hwat kind of racket those guys would make.
He could imagine Roy waking up with the legendary uber-wang smashing through his wall like the Kool-Aid Man.
He snorted out a bark of laughter, then shook his head and cleared his throat when the others looked at him.
"Just, uh, impressed by the decor."
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Post by impact on Oct 31, 2006 0:27:50 GMT -5
Luke nodded to himself, checking out his room.
"Damn." The bed was huge. The carpet was like pillows beneath his feet. Everything looked brand new.
Turning around in a circle, Lucas smirked. "Damn."
Chuckling, he looked back at Gracie and Dom through the doorway. "Who's got dibs on the mini bar?" He winked, only half joking.
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Post by recluse on Oct 31, 2006 0:40:23 GMT -5
After rolling her eyes at Dom, Gracie turned to look at Lucas with a smile.
"Yeah, don't think you're getting that shit all to yourself."
She turned back to Dom and cuffed him lightly on the shoulder. Again, a gesture that most people probably wouldn't get - but Gracie didn't give a shit whether people got her and Dom or not.
"I'll see you back out here in a few, then?" Without bothering to wait for an answer, she pushed past Lucas into their room and understood what the 'Damn' was for.
"Damn." Throwing down her bag, she flopped onto the bed.
"Damn." Yeah, this had definitely been a good idea.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 31, 2006 9:11:52 GMT -5
Dom grinned after her, giving Lucas a nod and went into his own room.
Damn indeed.
This was more his style... this was what Dominic Petros was supposed to live like.
Naturally, the mere thought of that sent him reeling into introspection. Why, if he was supposed to live this way, did he chose the street life? An interesting question, and one that Dom would find blurting into his thoughts for the rest of the night.
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