Disclaimer: If I owned it I would've dropped out of school, moved out and be sitting on a lot of cash. Not only that, but I'd be Japanese.
Tolle, Kuzzey, Kira and Sai now faced an important decision. They could either use the base for this one and find a new one for the last two pranks, or they could leave the base and keep it. The answer seemed obvious, but it wasn't quite that simple. The clock was ticking, and that meant Miriallia would be looking for them, and she knew where their base was. They couldn't leave it for just that reason alone, so they could make their own reason. They didn't want to leave the base they knew and loved, but they didn't want to be found by Miriallia either.
Miriallia felt like ripping something to shreds. They had escaped again. She had arrived at the aisle Shinn had pointed her to only to find an old, angry saleslady picking up some funnels and muttering something about boys being arrogant, self-centered, pigheaded, idiots who had absolutely no respect. Miriallia had found herself agreeing with the old lady. So she was back to square one. She was getting closer to them. She could feel it. She would just miss them by a few minutes each time. Time. Looking at her watch her need to shred something returned with even more fire. They had forty-five minutes until closing. She had to stop them. It was a matter of national security! She knew that if they would have something terrible planned for what they would do last, something that would definitely get them kicked out. She had to get to them before then.
After much civilized discussion, (Civilized meaning 'discussion' that consisted of yelling, kicking, screaming, and otherwise trying to support their opinions) they agreed (agreeing meaning knocking Kuzzey out and blackmailing Sai) to abandon the base. So, after slapping Kuzzey lightly on the cheek until he woke up, he and Sai were sent to scout for a new base while Kira and Tolle would pull the next prank. So off went the two who had suffered considerably to find a new home for the QTM while the other two stayed to prey on unsuspecting shoppers.
A girl with short dirty blonde hair restrained with a black makeshift headband wandered around the clothing section trying to find the perfect thing to wear to the concert she was playing at that night. Wal-Mart didn't seem like the best place to find anything even remotely punk, but she only had an hour until she had her sound-check and it was the only store that was open. She had everything planned out, until she had learned that chains weren't permitted at the concert, even for the bands, so her whole outfit had been ruined. Digging through everything she could find, shuddering at most of it, and wanting to burn the rest, she sighed. It was hopeless. Her planned outfit had consisted of a white tank top underneath a corset made mainly of chains and a bit of black material along with black bondage pants with a chain belt had been shot down by security when she had tried to get in a few minutes prior. Why hadn't anybody informed her of the regulations earlier? She refused to simply remove the corset and belt, insisting that she had to wear something totally extreme. She played with the lip ring she had inserted herself a few weeks before, something she always did when she was nervous. This wasn't good. Not at all. Flipping through the clothes she prayed she could find something,although the chances of finding something punk in any department store were almost non-existant.If worse came to worse, she could always borrow something from her band's manager/keyboardist/backup guitarist, but she would have to be really desperate to do that, after all, the manager/keyboardist/backup guitarist was a lot taller than her, and she didn't like baggy clothes that much. She was about to leave when she heard something coming from one of the racks. Curious, she moved closer. It was coming from a rack she hadn't examined yet. Flipping through it, she screamed when one of the shirts started shaking, and yelling "PICK ME! PICK ME!" Not wasting any time, she ran out of the store and hopped into her car, heading towards her manager/keyboardist/backup guitarist's house.
Tolle and Kira had been expecting a lot of things, but a scream hadn't been one of them. They ran out of their former base and over to a waiting Kuzzey and Sai.
A/N: The girl was based off one of my friends. She seems really tough and everything, but the stupidest things make her scream. I was (am?) the manager/keyboardist/backup guitarist in our imaginary band. It exists, although we're missing a drummer and have never had a single practice, so, yeah, we're cool.