Sunday, 6 November 2011
05:34:21 PM (GMT)
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The clouds gathering around Plastic Beach shifted violently, threatening a bad
though little had happened yet. Inside, Murdoc stomped impatiently down the long
staircase leading to the (not so secret) secret room, dragging 2D behind him.
"why shoul' ah have to sit aroun' wif you down ere just 'cause you've got ta finick
2d whined, walking slower and slower, the bassist glared at him, wondering how
difficult it'd be to just chuck the singer down the remaining flights.
"because SOMEONE disarmed the locks around here and I don't trust yeh to not run
Now get stepping"
Reaching the bottom of the stairs they entered the room. Cyborg was already down
there, lounging quite contentedly on the war table and reading some mindless teen
magazine with a picture of Robert Patterson's face on the cover. Murdoc took the
magazine and whacked her over the head with it
"Yes, sir" she said, stretching, rolling over and curling up with her back to them,
making no move to get down. Handing the magazine to 2D, murdoc grabbed both her
ankles and easily pulled her off the slippery polished table, causing her to land in
a crumpled heap on the floor.
"now go check the perimeters, it's almost mid-day"
The master and slave then proceeded to engage in a fierce stare off, 2d was reading
the magazine, so no one noticed the strange figures on the surveillance monitors.
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