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Post by Angel on Nov 17, 2005 22:05:28 GMT -5
((Um. ^^; Being random in the title, you know.))
His black cape billowing in the wind, Kuri stared up defiantly at his parents' house. He could see the curtains shift inside, as the maids stared at him. He knew they stared, because they always did. Everytime he came to visit. Hopefully, though, one of those tittering imbeciles would refrain from pouring tea on him in a stupid attempt to get him to take his shirt off. He hoped, at least, they'd get new tricks. The tea thing had gotten old quickly.
With a grin, he sat down, in the fake (it didn't look fake, but Kuri knew his parents paid the lawn people to come in the middle of the night, just to make sure no one knew it was fake) grass, in the middle of his parent's expansive front entrance/circle drive. Leaning back, he folded his arms behind his head, his almond eyes staring at the clouds as he smirked. Spiting his parents was one of his favorite hobbies.
It was a warm day, but breezy. Kuri noted how nice the breeze felt, blowing through his hair, as sweat was already gathering under the black bandana he was never found without. It was hot, and he was sure to get hotter, but he also was stubborn. His parents wanted him to come visit, but he'd make them wait.
He yawned, turning on onto his stomache, his cape covering him to prevent his tanned skin from getting sunburned. He stuck his tongue out, waving at a gardener who was picking some apples from the tree in the front. He noticed a curtain hurried close as he moved his head, from...if memory served, the kitchen of the mansion. His parents may be rich, but did they have to flaunt it so? He made a rude gesture as a maid peeked from the curtain, sitting up as he laughed. Mostly at her, yes, but he was in a good mood anyway.
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Post by Cunning on Nov 18, 2005 18:02:40 GMT -5
Kim scanned the huge houses as she walked through the neighborhood, eyeing the detailed hedges and over-done gardens. "This seems like a... Nice place." She said, looking over at ron who was busy stopping to smell the roses, so to speak. "C'mon kim!" Ron said catching up to Kim again. "When was the last time we got to see all this luxury in one place?" Kim tapped her head sarcastically. "There was that time you earned millions of dollars and bought me my own private jet with a robot pilot that made cookies and lemonade" She said, raising her eyebrow at ron. "Oh... Yeah. And i bought you some people! That was cool."
Kim was knocking on the door of where the call of distress came from, coincidentally three houses away from the one were the strange person was lounging. A maid let kim in and she led herself to the living room.
"So you see, I need you too-" "Get your wife from the depths of this... Weird persons ship lair? Im on it." Kim said after a high powered buisness man had just finished explaining what had happened.
As Kim headed out the door, ron stopped her. "Y'know, This sitch seems different from your typical 'Evil villan taking over the world thing'" Ron said in one breath. Kim closed the cover off of her kimmunicator and put it in her cargo pants pocket. "I can handle it. Remember, Kim 'Possible'? 'She can do anything!'?" She reminded ron before they headed out the door (The opposite door that they had entered, with rediculous embellishments of flowers.)
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Post by Angel on Nov 19, 2005 20:01:13 GMT -5
Sitting up, Kuri was tall enough to see over the short bushes his parents claimed were for privacy (if they were for privacy, they would have been more than knee-height: his parents wanted the neighborhood to see their wealth). A few houses away, he noticed a red-haired girl and a tall, lanky boy entering the house of...Johnson. That was their name, he remembered, pulled up from one of the god-awful Christmas parties he was once forced to go to.
As they were accepted inside, and as the door to his parents house opened, just a crack, so the maids could come out and talk to him, he stood, making a rash decision.
Running forward, he leaped over the bushes, making his way to the back of the neighbor's house. They had an enormous garden, but he knew his way quite well. At one point, before he'd started to hate his parents, he'd been friends with all the other little heirs. Now, though, they'd moved on, seeing that he was not such a nice asset to have. All the better, in his opinion.
After making his way through two sets of jungle-like gardens, he found the one he was looking for. The Johnsons prefered a garden completely of roses. It was horrid to maintain, and even more horrid to get through, what with all the thorns. Kuri was not deterred, however, as he knew a secret shortcut. Actually, it was quite a bit longer.
Striding closer to the house, he climbed up a long-unused rope ladder, and, upon reaching the top, found himself inside a richly decorated treehouse. It was sickening. There was sparkling water in the refrigerator and-dear god, Kuri thought to himself: Was that really fake caviar in the cupboard?
But he hadn't come to look at the treehouses of the young rich and famous. (Well...perhaps infamous.) Climbing out the window, he dropped down a few feet to the black roof of the smaller mansion. Walking carefully forward, so as to keep from falling, he lay down, peering over the edge to see if the Johnson's guests would come out through this door. If they were rich, they'd go out the front (for maximum gloating to the neighbors). If they were not rich, and therefor unimportant to the airheads of the rich neighborhood, they'd leave from the back.
Kuri honestly couldn't help the smirk of glee when he heard the back door open.
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Post by Cunning on Nov 19, 2005 20:35:45 GMT -5
Ron had already made his way outside just as kim was reopening the door.
"Y'know KP, this sounds kinda dangerous. Wade cant find anything on this dude, and we havnt fought him before."
Ron said, walking out into the backyard. "Ron, need i remind you" "She can do anything, i know i know" Ron interupted, closing his eyes and nodding his head. "Actually" Kim continued. "I was going to say, we HAVE been in japan before. Other than the over developed technolegy, its a harmless country. Nothing we cant handle."
Kims kimmunicator beeped the familiar tune. "Go wade"
"Kim, it seems the problem is downtown-" "Say no more!" Kim said, closing her eyes and brushing off her shoulder. "Youve got me a ride, right?" She asked. Wade continued. "Unfortunately, most of your favors around this part of the world are chashed in. Sorry kim, you gonna have to walk!" The kimmunicator beeped off, and kim slouched her shoulders.
"Fine then. C'mon ron, we better start walking..."
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Post by Angel on Nov 19, 2005 20:47:13 GMT -5
Kuri, not caring much for his safety, was leaning far too much over the edge of the roof, trying to hear what they were saying. Luckily, he understood English perfectly. (Who knew those private tutors actually taught him something?)
Almost falling, he only just managed to hang on, unfortunately making quite a bit of noise as his elbow hit the gutter. He quickly tested it's strength, (which was quite strong: overpaid for, obviously) before flipping down. Before the two visitors could turn around to check on the noise, he had the door open: to cover for the noise and give him a perfect excuse to go with them. Kuri knew the maids wouldn't care. They all adored him, even the ones in other houses.
Standing, framed in the door way, he ran a hand through his hair. Most girls in Japan swooned over his perfectly messy hair. He didn't know about Americans, yet.
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Post by Cunning on Nov 19, 2005 20:53:17 GMT -5
Kim and ron turned around almost instantly. Despite his good-looking..... Ness, The rubble around him didnt really add helpfully to the effect.
"Were you... Spying on us?" Kim asked hesitantly. The loud noise made her think something was terribly wrong, and she was forced into combat position. This ceased when it was clear the guy meant no harm. "Okay... Whats the deal?" Ron asked, standing in front of kim. "Ron... I got this" She said, rolling her eyes. "Okay, whats the deal?" Kim asked just in the way ron had done.
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Post by Angel on Nov 19, 2005 21:00:39 GMT -5
Kuri gestured behind him to the open door, one hand still resting on the doorknob. "Mr Johnson wanted me to come along," he lied, smiling, his lips parted to show perfect teeth (once again-money was magic). He shut the door, then, accidentally harder than he meant to. A bit more rubble fell from above. "I'll have to speak to the maids about that," he muttered, trying to sound professional.
Taking a few steps forward, he held out his hand. Suddenly realizing that his appearance, as the commonly called "Prince of Darkness," probably wasn't making the best impression. "I'm the," Kuri started, thinking quickly. "Hired help," he finished, trying to sound mysterious, like the big bodyguards that rich people hired (Kuri knew this for a fact). It didn't help that impression, either, because he wasn't very strongly built. Still, he was pretty buff for a lanky 17-year-old. ((Note the 'buff' part =3))
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Post by Cunning on Nov 19, 2005 21:06:59 GMT -5
"Mr johnson? Perfect. Another person cluttering up the bunch." She sighed.
"Yeah," Ron said, getting up close to examine Kuri. "He seems good to go. No suspicious looking gernades, guns, or tazers." He said with a satisfactory nod.
"Alright" Kim said. "You can come, If you dont mind walking downtown. Apperently, the people who formerly have had their lives saved by me cant spare a drive..."
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Post by Angel on Nov 19, 2005 21:17:01 GMT -5
"But I can," Kuri said with a grin, though a little freaked out by Ron's examination. "By the way, I go by Kuri, if you feel the need to address me." He pulled a cell phone from his pocket, speaking rapid Japanese into it, while tousling his hair with his other hand. After finished, he snapped the phone shut, returning it to his pants.
"We can just wait in the street out front," he announced, leading the way carefully through the roses, to the path the lined the side of the mansion.
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Post by Cunning on Nov 20, 2005 11:09:31 GMT -5
Kim turned around, her hair moving with her in a "swoosh" Motion. She was heading out anyway. "Wait... For what?" Kim asked, as ron scurried along side her.
"Hired help?" Ron asked suspiciously. "Everybody knows we dont charge for service"
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Post by monique on Nov 20, 2005 17:37:52 GMT -5
Monique feels a known swelling in her stomach. I hope they dont leave me out. "So, guys can i come?"
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Post by Cunning on Nov 20, 2005 20:56:01 GMT -5
"Sorry, Mon" Kim told her. "But we already have a full bus. Not to mention its really dangerous" Kim scratched her chin. "How did you get to japan anyway?"
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Post by Angel on Nov 20, 2005 21:28:13 GMT -5
Kim's question was answered as, when they reached the corner of the house, a large helicopter could be seen landing in the street. Kuri smiled brightly, waving at the pilot. "That," he answered her, unnecessarily. "It shouldn't take too long to get downtown," Kuri remarked brightly, leading the way to the helicopter.
((Omg...lazeh post! =o))
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Post by Cunning on Nov 20, 2005 21:48:51 GMT -5
Kim stared, wide eyed, jaw dropped. "Okay. Now i know hes rich..." She muttered. "Um... Ron, whats his name again?" "Kuri" "Kuri... right. You know it will take less then an hour even to walk, right? So with a helicopter it will take....." Kim did a little calculating in the air. "Nevermind" She said, boarding the hellicopter. Ron followed.
"You know, mr jhonson didnt say a word about 'hired' help" She told him. "Wow, pimped out ride, dude!" Ron said, looking around the helicopter. "Ron... Never say that again..."
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Post by Angel on Nov 20, 2005 22:01:28 GMT -5
Kuri chuckled, enjoying both of their reactions to the helicopter. "Feel free to make yourself at home," he said graciously. "It's just appreciation from Mr. Johnson."
Speaking of Mr Johnson, he was back inside the mansion, cursing that good-for-nothing beatnik (yes, he calls Kuri a beatnik). Kuri had most certainly ruined Mr Johnsons reputation. Mr Johnson was just about ready to call Kuri's parents, especially when he saw Kuri waving at him from a window of the helicopter, giving him an exxagerated thumbs-up.
"Let's jet," Kuri said brightly, taking the passenger seat next to the pilot. He brought his knees to his chest, slouching the seat while he looked at the controls. What had his parents brainwashed into him when he was a child? he wondered. He knew exactly what the pilot was doing.
Kuri looked back, pressing a button on the dashboard so that two cocktails rose from the armrests of the two chairs for passengers in the (rather cramped) back of the helicopter.
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