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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Apr 28, 2009 0:00:01 GMT -5
They were a good distance away from the small camp the Powers had set up near Clearwinter. There weren’t a lot of them, a kind of disappointing amount if you asked the girls. Both sat in Lee’s buggy, Cordelia in the passenger’s seat with her bare feet propped up on the metal in front of her, crossed at the ankles. It would seem that they were just hanging out instead of getting ready to ambush some pricks. With her green eyes fixed on the five or six tents in front of them, Cordelia continued to wrap the thin cloth around her hands in make shift gloves. ”Why do we keep doing this?”
Cordelia grinned as she turned her head to look at her sister. The colors the rising sun was creating agreed with the younger girl who was behind the wheel. Though it was early morning both girls were wide awake and radiating with excitement. Oh, she knew why they were there without the rest of the crew- they did it at least three times a month. There would be a plan for a small group of them to go out and do something; she and Lee would wake up hours before the rest of the crew and take off. The reason she asked was, well, they usually had a less than warm homecoming.
”Ackley will lecture us, Thane will raise all Holy Hell- more so about this thing,” her toes gently brushed against the side of a glass bottle, full of whatever that sticky maroon liquid that Thane, Ackley and Mickey are constantly brewing up. She had taken four of them; and surely Thane wouldn’t mind that the love of his life had yet again jumped into a buggy with her little sister and ran off to face a small group of trained soldiers without him and took a few of his precious explosives with her. The idea actually made Cordelia chuckle a little as she finished her wrapping and rubbed her protected palms together. ”At least you’ll get to tell Mickey how the new set up worked!” As she said this she wiggled her eyebrows to Lee, knowing how the girl hated to be teased about anything, let alone a crush that Cordelia and Thane may or may not have made up for her.
Stepping out of the car she stretches out, once again surveying the camp ahead of them. If Lee didn’t own the most tinkered with buggy in all of the Rebel nation- she would be a little worried about their sneak attack. But this hunk of scrap metal was a badass all on its own and a force to be reckoned with. They jokingly called it their other sister. It was time to get ready and get the fuck on. The Powers knew better than to try and send people to shake up the Rebels- the Rebels wouldn’t take that lying down. So, the Granger Girls decided to remind them. Not only were they ready for an attack- but they were more prepared for a fight then they were.
First, she placed the four bottles in a basket that she had stuffed a bunch of her own shirts in; the last thing she wanted them to do was break prematurely. The basket was momentarily placed on the roof of Lee’s car, and then she pulled the passenger’s seat forward as far as it would go. That way when she was done bombing them to shit, Lee could park the car and they’d grab their steam powered bow and arrows; Cordelia would take base at the rear and Lee at the hood of the car and they could pick off the stragglers that way. Adding the bombing was a new method; usually they just “kicked he door down” and put arrows through anything that threatened them. Both girls had chattered in great detail how psyched about this they were on the drive out.
Walking over to the driver’s side, Cordelia did her one ritual that she did when it was just her and the Baby Granger, she playfully flicked the brim of that ratty ass hat she always wore and winked, ”Fuck safety, I want fast.” Not that she needed to say it- Lee knew what her big sister was expecting. No sooner did she say that, did she grip at the handle on the roof right above the driver side door and hoisted herself up, using her foot against the side of the car as leverage. Once she was atop the beast, she eyed Mickey’s latest idea.
It looked like the set-up to strap someone to a torture device. Fun. Shaking her head she took the biggest strap and wrapped it around her waist like a belt and fastened it tightly. It was a tad bit uncomfortable only for the fact that the top of the thick material dug into the bare skin of her stomach; but she knew one thing- with only a little over a yard of slack between her and the roof; she wasn’t going to fall off. He had added a virtual half circle of metal handles for her to grip onto. Some even had two feet of thick rope attached. Way to go, Mickey. The roof was Cordelia ready.
Before anything else was to happen, she combed her fingers through her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, tying it up. Cordelia then twisted rope attached to one of the forward facing handles around her hand and rose up on her knees, took a box of Thanes matches from the pocket of her cut off denim shorts and tossed them into the basket. The basket itself was slid between her legs and she adjusted herself so that her knees and thighs held the basket in place safely.
A deep breath was taken before she pounded her free fist twice on the roof of the buggy. Go time.
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Post by .|]Lee[|. on Apr 28, 2009 17:44:07 GMT -5
It certainly was an exception to see Lee up this early in the morning. Not because she was lazy, necessarily, but more because she was notoriously fond of drinking and partying her way late into the night. In fact, being woken up before sunrise felt more like being woken up before her normal bedtime and she had needed to be nudged, shaken and cajoled by Cordelia for the couple of minutes it had taken her to realise just why her precious slumber was being disturbed. Of course, as soon as her brain had kicked itself into action she had taken only a couple of minutes to get herself up and dressed in her favourite [most battered and beaten] pants and a vest she had cut off way above her navel. If she was going to fight, she was going to be able to move, and these clothes enabled her to do just that. And of course, she didn't leave home without her trademark scruffy old hat. Twenty minutes later, and she was beside Cordelia, her hands on the wheel, her foot on the accelerator and halfway to the Powers camp that had originally been the target of an attack from the entire fighting population of the Rebel camp. Instead, she and Cordelia had sneaked off to steal the action for themselves.
"Why do we keep doing this?"
It was a question that both the girls asked from time to time, usually when they had just got back from an adventure like this one, usually when the guys were giving them a hard time. They liked to make a big deal out of worrying over whether they had got themselves killed, or [in Mickey's case, wrecked all his beautiful handywork on the buggy, though Lee liked to think he had at least a passing concern for the welfare of the occupants as well] but the girls knew they were mostly just sore that they had missed out on all the action. So why did they keep doing this? Well, the truth was, Lee supposed, that it was in their blood. The hunt, the fight, the kill. The excitement. Regular families had dinner together, the Granger sisters bonded over pounding heads and spilling blood. Lee pushed her hat back a little on her head and glanced briefly over at her older sister. "Because we can. Because it drives everybody crazy. Because we're good at it and that drives them even crazier..." Lee laughed and turned her eyes back to the road. She may be young, but she was almost as perceptive as her big sister on some matters. "There's a little something in every guy, I guess, that hates to be bested by a girl. Especially when it comes to doing manly stuff like drinking and fighting, driving, and blowing stuff up..." She feigned seriousness for a moment and tilted her head, as if voicing the realisation for the first time. "Damn, we must be their worst nightmare..."
She turned her eyes back to the road, her attention now on the Powers camp ahead of them, not quite concentrating hard enough to prevent a smirk from finding her lips. It was a smaller camp than she had anticipated and that was slightly disappointing. But oh well, they would still have a blast testing out everything new that she and Mickey had been working on. As Cordelia re-iterated the inevitable outcome of their morning's adventure, Lee reached across her and gingerly lifted a bottle of the liquid, bringing it closer so that she could take a closer look without taking her eyes too far off of where she was steering them. "What the hell do they put in this stuff, anyway?" She handed it back and slowed down to a crawl, eventually coming to a stop so that Cordelia could get herself comfortable up on top. The comment about Mickey - well she let it pass without a word, pretending concentration on the bottle and then on her driving to hide the fact that beneath her hat her cheeks may well have been slightly pinker than the warmth of the morning merited. She knew that if she tried to say something defensive, she would make the teasing worse, and if she tried to be nonchalant she would blunder and, again, make things worse. So she kept her mouth shut her eyes on the road until the buggy was completely stationary.
It was true that the girls were awfully attached to this vehicle. And for good reason. She wasn't just boasting when she claimed that this was the best running and most dangerously [for the Powers] customised buggy she had ever seen. She and Mickey had been working on it for a long time, and she had even taken to calling it by name. Talulah Granger. The best, toughest sister they [n]ever had. She stretched as Cordelia walked around to her side, then handed her the basket in which she had stowed the bottles of 'home brew'. That was going to be fun. She felt a flurry of excitement building in her stomach. They were close enough to the camp that she could see the tents clearly, far enough that they would still be relatively inconspicuous. An unreadable blot on the Powers' horizon. Still, they couldn't afford to linger here for long. They wouldn't want to be spotted now, and ruin the surprise.
Cordelia's request for speed over safety was met with a grin and a nod, her embarrassment over Mickey forgotten as soon as the thought of driving fast and watching things explode had entered her mind. She looked up and grinned at Cordelia. They didn't need to tell each other to be careful, to look out for themselves, they already knew everything that other people felt the need to say to each other before speeding into battle. As her sister climbed up and secured herself to the harness up on Talulah's stable roof, Lee kicked the steam powered engine back into action and idled for a moment, just waiting for the two thuds above her head that would signify that the moment had come to go.
"C'mon 'Lu. Let's see what you got honey..." As soon as she heard the signal, Lee's foot was heavy on the accelerator, her hands steady on the wheel, waiting for the moment that they were close enough to the tents to start circling them. She knew what Cordelia was expecting from her alright, and she had no intention of disappointing her sister. The camp sped toward them, Talulah bounded and surged beneath her, and above the sound of the engine she became aware of her own voice shrieking, whooping and heralding their presence.
The sound was unmistakeable in these parts. The Granger sisters were coming, and all Hell was about to break loose.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on May 4, 2009 17:32:36 GMT -5
There was never time to be nervous or apprehensive. Either you were ready to go and give it your all- or you were not ready to go and still gonna give it your all. And though she was ready to destroy the camp that had been sent to ruin their holiday celebration, she couldn’t say she was confident with using the Molotov’s. Thane made it look so easy; lighting the cloth and chucking the makeshift bomb towards whatever enemy was coming their way. Cordelia wasn’t as strong as he was and she didn’t have the practice he did in order to almost assure a dead on hit. Till; she had taken on the challenge and she was ready to make this story one of triumph as to not give her husband a reason to run his mouth more than he had too.
Her grip tightened around the rope as her sister took off, steadying herself atop the buggy. There was nothing like the rush of wind in her face, feeling Lu roar to life under her as they sped towards the camp. Adjusting herself; she raises her free arm in the air, balling her hand into a fist. It was more dangerous sitting on her knees, but the point was to be more mobile and able to perform- not safety. Tilting her head back, Cordelia howled up into the air; joining in her sisters noise making. It would have been more ideal to sneak up on them and make shit happen- but the girls were into high octane action. Sometimes it proved to make things harder for them. Although, the Granger Girls would argue that their hootin’ and hollerin’ made no difference because the growl and grind of Tallulah’s gears and bolts as she shifted into full throttle was enough to wake the dead. The strands of red hair that hadn’t been captured into her ponytail whipped about around her face as she let out wild calls into the morning sky and it felt good; her adrenaline was pumping through her veins.
Surely enough, the men started poking their heads out of their tents. It seemed like a few of them already knew what was going on. That made Cordelia wonder; did they knew who they were dealing with or have they heard stories? That certainly put a smile on her face. Carefully she removed one of the bottles from the basket and nestled it in the hand that was wrapped in rope. Her free hand picked up the box of matches, her thumb pushing the box from its container. This was proving to be harder than she imagined. Becoming impatient and having very little time to get her shit together, she just dumps the contents into the basket and tossed the empty box over her shoulder. The first match she took out and struck against the top of the car broke the stick in half. Letting out a very loud obscenity again; she strikes and breaks another.
The third lights and she brings it to the cloth tied to the makeshift bomb. It took up in flames quicker and more intense than she figured it would- and in a panic she tossed it towards the enemy camp just as Lee was pulling the wheel to make wide circles around the camp. Instead of breaking open on a tent and setting the whole camp ablaze as she imagined; it blew in front of a few soldiers; catching their clothing and skin on fire. It shocked the hell out of Cordelia, but the viciousness of that attack seemed to shake the soldiers.
Wasting no time, she lights another and this time- hits a tent with it and then shortly after a blaze that verified to her that not one, but two tents had gone up. ”Tell your General that Cordelia says, ”Hello”,” she called out laughing, sparking up another match again.
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Post by .|]Lee[|. on May 20, 2009 10:22:07 GMT -5
After a moment of grappling with the wheel, easing Tallulah into a nice circle around the camp, Lee finally had her steady enough to take one hand from the wheel and lift her hat from her head, waving it at the few soldiers that had scrambled out of their tents at the sound of gears and her and Cordelia's terrifyingly inhuman laughter. That was a moment before Cordelia managed to set a handful of soldiers on fire, and Lee lowered her hat and placed her other hand back firmly on the wheel, reminding herself that these men could choose to retaliate, and then she would have to decide whether to steer herself and her sister further into, or further out of danger. But Cordelia's next shot was almost too good, and Lee could feel the morale sapping out of some of the men even as she steered a dusty course around the outside of their camp.
Those soldiers that had been consumed in flames were still stumbling about for a few moments after the fire took them, blind to the world, deaf to all but their own screams, and one of them stumbled into yet another tent, so that as Cordelia sent two up at once, another on the opposite side of the camp went up in flames too. It was a brutal, agonising, horrible way to die. And who could administer it so freely, so unrelentingly as these two sisters? Perhaps Thane. But maybe not Ackley, and Mickey was passionate, but he wasn't a torturer of his fellow man, and neither were half of the rebel soldiers. In some ways, it had to be them. It had to be Cordelia and Lee Granger who struck fear into the hearts of the Powers' soldiers and taught them that the rebels were not to be pushed around. That they would fight back, and hard. That some among their numbers knew no mercy.
Now almost half of the camp was burning, tents toppling and catching others, flames spreading and leaping higher and higher toward the clear blue sky. The spate of hot, suffocatingly dry weather the region had been experiencing really wasn't helping the cause of the few resolute men who were attempting to douse the flames, running with buckets of water from the camp's supply tent while others, running out of places to hide, availed themselves of weapons and determined themselves to fight. Although, of course, when all you can muster is a melee weapon and your own outrage, you cannot possibly do much damage to a moving vehicle topped by a woman who had just smashed two more molotovs into two more of your tents and was succeeding in burning your camp to the ground. Fortunately for the Powers, they had one thing to throw at these two mad harpies that had sprung themselves on them from seemingly out of nowhere.
Close to the centre of their camp, they had a repeating crossbow mounted on a steel, rotating frame. It was a decent piece of engineering, was one of Lee's first thoughts, alongside the fact that as she saw the man who had finally found the courage to tear the tarp off the thing and start manning it rotate the frame to follow the progress of their vehicle, she realised that while she was on the outside of the camp and he was in the centre, there was no physically possible way to outrun the arrows that started to sail through the air at 'Lu. As she heard, and felt one strike the back rear wheel-arch, she realised that evasive action was necessary, and since going away from the camp at this point would be insanity - would give the Powers the precious moments they needed to rally, her only option was to drive into the camp. Briefly, she yelled up through 'Lu's roof to her sister "Hang on - we're goin' for that fucker...", warning her of what was coming so that she could take appropriate measures, whatever they may be, to protect herself. Then, Lee wrenched the wheel hard to her right, and drove right through the centre of the camp, flattening anything that stood in her path be it people, or the burned out remains of tents. She wouldn't drive straight into the small steel crossbow turret, she was sensible enough to know that it might not bend beneath even the pressure of all three Granger sisters bearing down on it. But she cut a path so close by it that she was able to screech to a stop with 'Lu's body blocking the crossbow from turning one way or another, and so saving them from the onslaught of arrows.
Now, however, they had another problem to face. They were in the middle of a camp full of pissed off Powers soldiers. They razed the place to the ground, they had burned and maimed men that those still standing had been at the very least comrades of. Lee had seen no other choice before her than to place them at the centre of this wasps' nest and hope that they would survive. Hope that Cordelia hadn't been hurt during their flight to the centre of the camp, to find the only way to keep those solid, steam projected arrows from hitting them. But just because they were surrounded, didn't mean that they were about to admit defeat. Oh no. Far from it. Lee scrambled into the back half of the vehicle and emerged seconds later with two steam powered crossbows of their own, fired up and ready to go. She handed one up to Cordelia, then turned to take aim with her own against the oncoming soldiers, squeezing the trigger in a panic as a knife flew past her head and lodged itself in 'Lu's rollcage. The first arrow she fired gave a soft, wet thud as it struck home, embedding itself in the flesh of a soldier's thigh. A bad shot, but to have hit someone, the sight of him staggering backward a step, gave her courage, and she grinned and raised the sight a little, hoping to aim truer with her next shot, hoping that Cordelia was a better shot than she was, and hoping most of all that they would get out of this mess without getting too badly hurt.
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Post by CordeliaGranger-Morgan on Sept 17, 2009 17:07:21 GMT -5
When she and Lee had approached Mickey about getting the car safer for her to ride on and not in—it had been due to her being accidently thrown off and having to fight off the ‘bad guys’ with a dislocated shoulder. Thane, of course, was none too happy; but along with everyone else that knew her, wasn’t surprised that she didn’t let her injury slow her down. But it was obvious that something had to be done. To quote her husband, as he so angrily yelled to Ackley as their friend tried to keep him from killing Cordelia himself, “She was lucky she didn’t break her fucking fool neck!” And even though she argued it, she knew he was correct. And the next day, wrapped up in a sling, she and her little sister went to the Mad Mechanic who promptly began to spout of ideas. Cordelia was basically retarded when it came to mechanics, so all his said was ignored by her and soaked up by Lee. Then again, she wasn’t sure if her sister was listening because it had to do with Tallulah or because Mickey; in all his shirtless, cigarette smoking glory; was saying it. By the by, some days [maybe a week—who cared?] later Lee had entered the Morgan’s tent blabbing about what Mickey had done to make it safer for Cordelia to ride on top of Tallulah. Thane promptly left the tent, growling about having to ‘talk to that little shit’; Cordelia on the other hand couldn’t wait to try it out.
Now; with the belt like strap and the handlebars; it was like riding a bull or a wild horse. In two words: damn fun! Without the extra support; trying to use the Molotov’s up there would be damn near impossible. Cordelia was having a hell of a time as it was and she had something strapping her down. It wasn’t having to hold the basket between her legs in the middle ground of tight enough to keep the bottles from rattling around and possibly breaking and gently enough to—well, not break them herself. It wasn’t difficult for her to take a bottle out and hold it ready to light up and throwing them wasn’t difficult [save for that first little mishap]. It was the damn matches! She couldn’t get one lit without breaking three or four beforehand. It made Cordelia want to kick herself square in the ass for not taking Thane’s BIG BOY toys. Then again; if she did—he would kick her square in the ass. By the time she had the last Molotov lit, the box of matches she had dumped into the basket were practically gone. So much for using a couple and putting the box back! The thought of how angry her husband would be put a smile on her face as she hurled the last makeshift bomb at a tent. The blaze engulfed it almost immediately and, for a moment, she reveled in what it would be like to be Thane. . . and it felt powerful. But she knew she could never rumble through a fight like he could and wasn’t incredibly sad when the feeling of being a brute slipped from her and she was back to being calculating, disciplined Cordelia again.
”Fuck,” Cordelia usually warned Lee if she saw some sort of threat—but with that beastly machine, it would be insulting to her sister if Cordelia thought Lee didn’t see it. Her instincts told her to lay down; but Cordelia wasn’t one to run with the first thought that popped into her mind. Thinking it over she realized that with the belt on; it’d be uncomfortable and hard for her to spring into action if something were to occur. Hell—if an arrow hit their steam supply tanks she would blow into pieces right along with Lullah! Fuck that. If she lay on her stomach she couldn’t see impending doom—so, fuck that also. That was that; she’d take off the harness and lay on her back. Cordelia tossed the basket and then sat her ass on the metal that was the roof of Tallulah; her back facing the front of the car, as her fingers undid the makeshift belt harness. ”I’m holding,” she yelled back as the belt fell from her waist; hitting the roof with a loud, clanking, thud.
Leaning backwards, she first lays her back against the roof; reaching above her head and grabbing at the handles before wiggling her legs out from under herself. It was literal perfect timing because once she got that first leg loose—Lee started taking the turn; causing Cordelia to tumble over on her side. Both of her legs slid against the metal and she had to use her upper body strength to right herself again. Cordelia was beginning to question if Lee was her sister or Thane’s – driving a vehicle into a steam operated, industrial sized , mechanical bow and arrow would be something he’d sign up to do. His wife on the other hand would find some other way to take the weapon. However, at the moment Lee’s actual bloodline was neither here nor there and as a metallic arrow soared over her, Cordelia’s mindset was not on that actual subject.
When she felt the modified steam buggy come to a halt underneath her; Cordelia let go of the handles and slid off of the hood and landed safely on her feet. Turning towards Lee she caught her bow and winked before running towards the opposite end of the car so she can shoot towards the opposite direction; having her little sisters back as Lee had hers. There was no doubt that Cordelia was a better shot; she got paid to be a better shot and her confidence in her craft came before her first arrow sank into the neck of a soldier. Smirking to herself she wasted no time reloading and sailing more arrows into the air towards their foe.
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