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Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« on: July 22, 2012, 03:57:29 PM »
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Mathieu Montand glanced down at the stopwatch in his hand and shook his head at the time which the numbers had paused at.  He sighed in frustration, licking his cold lips and wiped his face with his gloved hand.  It was beginning to annoy him.  He had longed for this moment for so many years -- to be reunited with Vanessa Cameron on the speed track -- but it was now several years too late.  The woman was no longer the young champion which he had once loved; her winning streaks had come to an end, and her podium finishes were few and far between.

"You're ten seconds behind the pace.  That's amateur stuff, Vanny..."  He stood up and slowly skated towards her, stopping about a foot in front of her.  "...and that's me being generous."  Montand turned his head to the left, watching some of the other skaters practicing in the distance.  They were inexperienced and green, with very few wins between them but they were young and full of energy, with fresh legs that Montand could only dream of having.  The doctors had told him years ago that even one gentle race could leave him unable to walk without a cane.  For once, he decided to listen to someone.

Vanessa had came to him a few weeks ago, having been released by her racing team after a string of bad races.  They waved her off with faux smiles, wishing her the best of luck for her future but as soon as she walked of the door, they did not care about her no more.  Montand was the only one who still welcomed her with open arms, and it didn't take long for that old spark to come back.  He agreed to become her coach once more, but it was more for old times sakes than genuine belief that she could still cut it.

His voice suddenly changed, and standing in front of Vanessa was her caring friend instead of her tough coach.  He turned back towards her, his hand touching her cheek.  "Just give it up.  Please.  It's finally time to take the boots off and your feet up."

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #1 on: July 22, 2012, 04:36:43 PM »
Vanessa shoved Montand

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #2 on: July 22, 2012, 04:57:13 PM »
Montand sighed when she refused to give up, and he watched her return to the starting line for yet another attempt at beating her time.  They had been out here for minutes, and Montand could no longer feel his face.  The scarf which coated his neck did not do enough to protect the tops of his ears or the tip of his nose, and they were red raw from the cold wind that only seemed to get colder as night approached.  Montand was well known for being a tough coach, and long nights of training were common.  A few years ago, he refused to let his skaters go home until they had all completed a perfect lap.  They finished at eleven o'clock at night.  They had begun their training almost eight hours before.

After his accident, Montand didn't take the news of "no more skating" lightly.  It was a continious battle to try and prevent himself from going for a lap around the track.  Heck -- even now, years after it happened, he still wanted to stand on the starting line and see what it was like.  To get that rush of going round the ice at such a high speed.  He could only dream of what trophies and medals he could have won had the injury never happened.

With Vanessa, he was the opposite.  If this had been another student of his, he would have kept her out here until her feet began to bleed.  But with Vanessa, he didn't want her to be anywhere near the track.  She was stubborn -- oh boy, she was stubborn -- and he knew that she would flat-out refuse to accept defeat until she brought her time down.  But it wasn't going to happen.  Montand wished that she would prove him wrong, and as he retreated to the side of the track once more, he prepared himself to push down on the stopwatch button again.

"One more time."  He said, but he prepared himself to be saying it a few times again.

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #3 on: July 22, 2012, 05:32:51 PM »
It was the same thing he

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #4 on: July 22, 2012, 05:48:49 PM »
In all his years affiliated with the sport -- whether it was racing, or it was training others to race -- he had never seen someone with as good a technique as Vanessa Cameron.  It was the reason for her success throughout the majority of her career.  Always keeping her body in the best position and posture to get the fastest speed possible.  And even now, with Vanessa in her mid-30s (who was he to judge -- even if he could race her, she'd beat him by miles) she still had it.  Or at least, to the untrained eye she did.  Something was clearly wrong, otherwise she wouln't be hitting such slow times each and every time.

As she glided past the finish line, Montand's thumb pressed down on the little button on top of the stopwatch.  For those brief few seconds, she had no idea how she did.  It was difficult when you were racing, your mind was focused on beating your time but you were also concentrating on getting everything right.  If you made one mistake because you weren't focusing on that upcoming corner, then you weren't going to finish the race.  He could see it in her eyes, and he just wanted to tell her that she had done it -- and scrub the score from the screen before she could see it.

But he couldn't do that.  He knew that she didn't want to be lied to, and if she didn't improve her lap by ten seconds then she wanted to be told.  "You were... two seconds slow."  He said to her, not sure how she was going to take the news.  On one hand, she hadn't achieved what they had set out to achieve.  But on the other hand -- improving her time by almost eight seconds (technically seven-and-three-quarters, but he rounded it up for her) was an unbelievable accomplishment.

He approached her slowly and put an arm on her shoulder, lightly squeezing the blue fabric.  "You almost did it."  He said, giving her a faint -- albeit, cautious -- smile.  It was almost tragic to see her like this, she looked both physically and mentally exhausted from willing her body to do something it was no longer capable of doing.  "It's still a good time..."  He lied.  It wasn't.  In a proper tournament, it still wouldn't have been anywhere close to being good enough.

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #5 on: July 22, 2012, 11:44:05 PM »
She could feel the tears burning behind the backs of her eyes. Eight seconds eight goddamn seconds. She was off by two seconds that would give her what she wanted, what she needed to feel accomplished at something. It was better yes, but it wasn

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #6 on: July 23, 2012, 01:40:08 PM »
Montand couldn't let her put herself through any more torture.  At least not tonight.  When she returned (again) to the starting line, Montand did not reset the clock.  He put the stopwatch in his pocket and slowly skated over to her, standing right in front of her so she would have to move to the left or right to get passed him.  "No.  Not tonight.  Don't be stupid, Vanessa.  Look at yourself -- you couldn't pump those legs any harder if you tried... you're not going to beat your time any more tonight.  You're just going to keep getting slower, and slower... and that target of yours is going to keep falling further away."  He approached her and placed two hands on either side of her arms.  For him, training was over.  "Let's call it a night."

He slipped the goggles over her head and pocketed them, not saying another word.  He knew that if he didn't physically drag her inside with him, then she would keep skating and skating by herself -- even if she was here the rest of the night, and in to the early hours of the morning.  Montand rotated her on the ice and stopped her when she was pointing in the direction of the club house.  The palm of his glove slapped her rear lightly, as if to motion her forward and away from the race track.

He was not looking forward to telling her she wouldn't be coming to Europe with him.

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #7 on: July 23, 2012, 02:14:30 PM »
Before Montand even spoke a word, she knew that he wasn

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #8 on: July 23, 2012, 02:47:34 PM »
He looked down at her hand, watching the palm open up and readying itself for the goggles to fall back in to them.  No.  He wasn't going to give in.  He was sticking to his guns, and he wasn't going to let her win and stay out here.  Brushing passed her, he turned on the spot and watched his cold breath escape his mouth and ascend to the cloudy sky above.  His fingers played with the goggles inside of his pocket, while he narrowed his own eyes to see if she would admit defeat.  One of them was going to.  And unfortunately for Montand, he knew that he sure as hell wasn't going to be able to force her back indoors... unless he knocked her out.  But somehow... he had a funny feeling that her unconscious body would still put up resistance.

It felt like an eternity passed, a mexican stand-off between coach and skater.  Neither of them budged.  Although in reality, it was probably only about a minute -- if that.  He didn't dare to take his eyes away from hers, even as the coldness began to turn in to fog.  At this rate, she was barely going to be able to see where she was going -- although a good skater didn't have to see to be able to glide round a track.  He had lost count of how many times Vanessa had circled this circuit in her career.

Yet he couldn't leave her out here alone.  Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to return to the club house alone.  Even if he no longer believed that she was capable of hitting that final two seconds (it had been a long training session, and her fatigue was only going to get worse), he had to stay out here for her.  Returning to Vanessa, he slipped the goggles out of his pocket and put them on for her, pushing her away lightly towards the line.  "When you're ready..."

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #9 on: July 23, 2012, 04:06:06 PM »
Vanessa let her breath out in a long exhale, relieved that she

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« Reply #10 on: July 23, 2012, 04:48:17 PM »
It was getting to the point where Montand was having to hopelessly swipe the fog away from the stopwatch in order to see the digits, and as he stood next to the starting/finishing line -- he could no longer see Vanessa off in the distance.  He had to rely on the sound of metal scraping against ice.  By now, Vanessa was too far off the pace.  Her legs were unable to reach even anywhere close to the ten second mark, and she had drifted to the point where it was just getting embarrassing.  He knew she should give up the night, but she refused.  It was annoying him.  He didn't want to leave her out here, but he didn't want to stand out here all night while she got slower and slower either.

With the last lap, she was really looking tired.  He attempted to convince her to finish up, but she didn't listen.  She never listened.  And when she did, it was only so she could say 'no' or argue with him.  Montand and Vanessa were notorious for having a very on-off relationship, and it was a simple argument which had resulted in them parting ways.  Montand couldn't even really remember what it was about, it was that long ago, but it spiralled out of control pretty quickly.  When various coaches heard that she had sacked Montand, they were fighting amongst themselves to see who could get her signature on a contract.

With his visibility next to zero, Montand did not see Vanessa begin to stutter.  When he did hear her shout, he raced in the direction of where he thought she might be.  When he could make out the broken body of Vanessa, he rushed as fast as he could and crouched down to put a warm arm around her.  He dared not touch her elbow, which she seemed to be holding.  She had slipped.  Or she had tripped or lost balance.  Either way, it had caused equal amounts of both physical and mental damage.  Vanessa wasn't known to fall during a skate, it was a rare sight which Montand could almost be priviledged to witness.  He just hoped she was strong enough to not let this set her back.

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #11 on: July 23, 2012, 11:34:07 PM »
Vanessa could hardly believe it, she

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« Reply #12 on: July 24, 2012, 09:49:15 PM »
It was as if the only words that Vanessa could say was that she was sorry.  He didn't want to tell her 'I told you so', but he had told her many times during the night that training time was over, and it was time to get back inside.  He closed his eyes and sighed, gently shaking his head from side to side.  This was a problem.  It might only be a sore elbow, but it was going to take her out of training for a day or two.  He knew this would happen.  But typical Vanessa, she wanted to prove him wrong.  And this was where it got her.  Injured.  And at her age -- even an injury like this was much more counter-productive than if she were in her twenties.

She was so helpless, it was a sight he had never seen before when it came to Vanessa Cameron.  He helped her up the best he could, it was difficult to stop himself from touching her elbow.  Ice wasn't the best surface to try and regain your footing, but he managed to pull her to her feet and slowly take her to the club house.  "What did I say, eh."  He said with a shake of his head.  He couldn't help but rub it in, not that it was going to do any help now.  It was late, but they were going to have to take her to the hospital to get it checked out.

"You'll be better in no time."  He promised, rubbing his face as he walked inside of the building.  He untied his boots and kicked them off, stepping in to a pair of trainers instead.  He helped her to sit down, and began to untie her own boots and put her shoes on, grabbing his car keys in the process.  "Let's get this elbow fixed up."

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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #13 on: July 25, 2012, 12:39:25 AM »
For weeks Vanessa had to wait for her injury to heal, and then after she
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Re: Dieselpunk Deutschland: The Race
« Reply #14 on: July 28, 2012, 12:59:51 PM »
"Yes, we would like to take a seat, thank you."  The man said, closing the door behind them and taking a seat across from Vanessa.  They had been in the stand watching her races, taking notes and analzying as to whether she was fit for the job or not.  Their results were not surprising -- at least according to them.  They knew that she was the wrong choice for the job, and they had began coming up with a plan B behind Starling's back.  It turns out, coming up with plan B was the right choice -- because Starling had authorised them to decide whether Vanessa should be relied on.  They had come to bring her the bad news.

"Watched you race.  Can't say we were all that impressed.  Sure, you still look great in that little racing suit of yours but I can't say the same about your skating."  He pulled out a cigarette and went to light it before looking over his shades and noticing the "no smoking" sign stuck on the cracked white wall, whoever had put it there put no effort in sticking it on straight.  He sighed, putting the cigarette back in to the packet, and back inside his coat pocket.  "Miss Stokes will tell you the rest of the details."  He said, returning to his feet barely a minute after sitting down.

He knew his partner well, and knew what she was capable of.  However, he wasn't so sure about her ability to speed skate -- which she claimed was just as good as everything else she did.  He shrugged his shoulders and told her "OK", but he knew that they had to come up with a back-up plan if she was found out.  Montand would be told that he was no longer required to send a skater to the race, and Adalinda would still be expecting a "top skater" to race in front of her.  If Samantha went over there and kept falling on her pretty little backside every five minutes then she'd know something was up.  And you did NOT mess with Adalinda Knapp.

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« Reply #15 on: July 28, 2012, 04:41:42 PM »
Vanessa watched as the unnamed man spoke before taking a seat across from her after shutting the door behind him and his female companion. There was only one reason why these two would be standing

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« Reply #16 on: July 28, 2012, 04:56:09 PM »
Frankie looked over as Vanessa began to get upset.  He could understand where she was coming from -- Pandora Fields had been Adalinda's champion for at least ten years (although Frankie was not counting) but had spent a large portion of her early career training in Canada.  To Frankie, he wasn't much of a speed skating fan and he just assumed that because they were skating on a block of ice -- it did not matter where they trained.  But Vanessa was much more passionate about the sport than he was, and it was at least something he could respect about her.  She had one numerous medals and trophies, and like Samantha said -- if this were ten years ago, they would have no problem in sending her to the island to do as they asked.

Unfortunately, this wasn't ten years ago.  This was now.  Vanessa was in her mid-thirties, and her results were less-than-flattering.  "You don't have to worry about who we will be sending in your place."  Frankie said, smirking over towards his partner.  "All you have to know is we won't be requiring your services any more.  Why don't you do the smart thing and retire right now?  Keep your little 'legacy' intact.  I heard you were a good skater at some point..."  Frankie gave her a sarcastic grin, teasing her that she was no longer as good as she used to be.

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« Reply #17 on: July 28, 2012, 05:31:54 PM »
Vanessa could hardly believe what she was hearing. Before she knew what she was doing, she

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« Reply #18 on: July 28, 2012, 06:08:47 PM »
He had perhaps underestimated Vanessa's passion.  Here he had thought that she was an old skater who was hoping to get one last big race before hanging up her boots, yet he had no anticipated that Vanessa had hoped to continue skating passed the big race.  It was true that no one seemed to make it away from the island if they lost -- and skaters who were in better shape than Vanessa had lost.  It didn't help that Pandora Fields was in her prime, while Vanessa was not.  Technically, they were saving Vanessa's life by telling her that she didn't need to travel all the way to Europe to compete in some silly tournament.

"There's no point fighting here, Vanessa.  It's all been taken care of.  You can continue racing in little amateur tournaments to try and make yourself feel good.  After all, that's the only tournaments you're going to win these days anyway."  It seemed like Frankie Dupraz had a death wish.  Vanessa was a dangerous individual, full of fire and desire.  If it hadn't been for Samantha, then she would have probably strangled him to death based on how angry she had looked.  Yet he continued his taunting, with seemingly no end in sight.

"Samantha, I think we're finished here.  I think we've told Miss Cameron all that needs to be said."  He told his partner, nodding towards her and wiping his mouth.  He readied himself for another attack by Vanessa, but he also knew that the Canadien was smart.  She was cornered -- with one (blocked) exit.  Samantha and Frankie wouldn't let her leave until she was calm.

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« Reply #19 on: July 28, 2012, 06:48:56 PM »
Samantha watched as Vanessa

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« Reply #20 on: July 28, 2012, 07:24:54 PM »
Frankie turned round to see the unconscious body of Vanessa Cameron lying on the floor behind him.  It was just as well that Samantha had good reactions, otherwise he would probably be lying in that same position with a skate sticking out of the back of his head.  He stood there, looking down at Vanessa, before turning to look at his partner.  He gave her a nod, which was his way of saying thanks.  It wasn't the first time that she had saved his life, and he had repaid the favour plenty of times in the past as well.  It was very unusual for both of them to go through a mission without one of their lives being threatened.

"Get the car ready."  He said to Samantha, as he crouched down and slung Vanessa over his shoulders.  It seemed like she wasn't prepared to accept their terms just yet, so they would take her to their makeshift headquarters where they would repeat what they just said.  The only way she was going to be allowed to leave was if she agreed to their strict rules -- Montand wouldn't be told about the change of plans, and they wouldn't tell him that she had basically been using him in order to complete her mission.  Picking up Vanessa, he began to slowly walk towards their car in the parking lot, opening up the boot and dumping the Canadien inside.  There wasn't much room, but the journey was also short.  She probably wouldn't even wake up until after they reached their destination.

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« Reply #21 on: July 28, 2012, 08:06:39 PM »
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« Reply #22 on: July 29, 2012, 10:09:56 AM »
Frankie looked at her and frowned behind his shades, it wasn't his fault that Vanessa was a hot-head.  Most people they dealt with might have argued with them, but they didn't fight back.  Vanessa was an exception and Frankie did not like that.  He didn't like that Starling had put his trust in someone who was so unpredictable.  How could he honestly expect Vanessa to carry out her assassination duties when she couldn't even do something as simple as being the best skater in her racing team?

He closed his eyes and groaned under his breath, not in the best of moods now.  The letter had been all typed up, and it was just a matter of sending it off to Mathieu Montand, explaining that a member of his club would no longer be competing against Adalinda's champion.  He knew that Montand would not put up any kind of fight, and there was nothing he could really do.  If "Adalinda" said that she no longer wanted you to come all the way over to race in front of her, then that was the final word on that.  It might not be fair, but when it came to Adalinda -- nothing ever was.

Frankie and Samantha took her to a motel on the edge of town, they had spent the previous night there -- with Frankie falling asleep on the chair while he left the double bed to Samantha.  When the car parked in front of the door, he opened up the boot and picked the still-unconscious woman up, and took her quickly in to the motel room.  He dumped her on to a dining chair, and then slapped some handcuffs on to her wrists behind her back.  Now all they had to do was to wait for her to wake up -- or to wake her up themselves.

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« Reply #23 on: July 29, 2012, 03:12:14 PM »
Samantha didn

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« Reply #24 on: July 29, 2012, 03:30:20 PM »
Frankie had wandered over to the window, the curtain covering up what was going on inside of the motel room.  Even though the room was dark, and the only light being the sun's dying rays of the evening sky, he still wore his sunglasses for the time being.  And all the while, he listened to Samantha telling their little friend what was going to be happening.  She seemed to take it well, didn't bother shouting or screaming like he had originally expected her to.  But what was that going to do for her?  Nothing.  Samantha wasn't going to be intimidated just because Vanessa raised her voice, and it would probably result in them putting a bit of tape over her lips.  "Vanessa's a smart woman.  I think she'll do as we asked."  He said to to them both, spinning on his heels and rubbing his jaw.  "I think it's time we let Vanessa get back home.  I bet those old legs of yours are shattered after all that skating."  He said, tilting his head downwards so he could look over his shades.

Frankie tossed Samantha the keys to the handcuffs, before opening the door and pulling out his cigarettes.  He stood in the doorway to allow the fresh air to dilute the tobacco smoke, puffing away and watching the night begin to take over the sky.  "Starling will be in touch if he needs you to do anything else.  But... I wouldn't sit by the phone if I were you."  He had no intention of driving Vanessa back to where they had got her -- unfortunately for her, she had spent the entire journey locked in the boot of the car so she didn't even know where they were.  For all she knew, they could have been half way around the world.  Luckily, it was more like twenty minutes away.

 

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