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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 19, 2008 14:44:34 GMT -8
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2008 12:28:07 GMT -8
Delilah arrived at her door step about an hour later. She had gotten some mighty strange looks from people on her way here. She was damned for not bringing her car.
She frowned at her door. the lights were on...Arim should be home. Letz Shake was probably in jail. Again. She couldn't reach her key with "Unfettered" in her arms like that. Sighing at her predicament, Delilah leaned forwards and touched her forehead to the doorbell.
A corny chime of bells sounded, much like that of a church. Delilah winced. She'd have to change that. "C'mon Arim..." she muttered. Her whole body ached from the electric shock, hypothermia and lugging two well built guys all over Long Beach. If Arim didn't answer the door soon, she was gonna kick it in.
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Jul 31, 2008 12:54:51 GMT -8
DONG DONG DONG-DONG! DONG DONG DONG DONG~!
DOOOOOOOOOOOONG!
As soon as the holy chiming rang through the house, the single inhabitant at the time momentarily screeched and threw her book over her head in shock.
If the doorbell didn't catch anyone's attention, the scream of terror that soon followed would.
Arim momentarily hopped onto her feet and quickly shuffled out of the library, her favourite room in the whole house. After scurrying down hallways and descending the stairs, the girl stopped in front of the door. However, she heard a small, high barking noise and scratching at the door. The blonde girl stared for a moment before tilting her head, "Chocofluff?" she asked the small Pomeranian. The call grabbed the small dog's attention, causing the dog to look at Arim and bark happily. The korean smiled and moved past the small dog to open the door....
"Delilah, why are you home so laaaaaaa-- " the girl stopped, her tone slowly dropping into silence.
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.-.
"Delilah, why is everyone unconscious and bleeding?" Arim questioned her, using her foot to keep Chocofluff at bay.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2008 13:17:26 GMT -8
The raven haired girl could hear her dog yapping at her through the door, eager to see her masters...and probably wondering why she smelled like charcoal. She had heard Arim's scream from somewhere inside the house. So she didn't know about the crappy doorbell either. Moments later, the door opened.
"Delilah, why are you home so laaaaaaa--" Arim paused midsentence to stare at Delilah and her luggage wide-eyed.
Delilah raised her eyebrows. "Take a gooood guess,". She slipped in the door and kicked it closed behind her, kicking off her boots in the process.
"Delilah, why is everyone unconscious and bleeding?"
"I'll explain in a bit. Take Rem for me would ya? We need to get them upstairs," She would gently shrug Rem off her shoulders and into Arim's arms, provided she was ready. She gazed at her friend with exhaustion hiding just behind her eyes. "You sure you got him? I can take him if he's too heavy for you," Not that Rem was too heavy...just Arim being the scrawny, non-muscular girl she was, it might not be possible.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 3, 2008 16:59:55 GMT -8
Bloody German ...
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*COUGH*
...---
*COUGHCOUGHCOUGHSPLURTCOUGH*"Z-Ze frICKEN---!"Quickly shuddering around violently, eye widening. Body wet, a mixture of blood and water flowing over him, as he woke up, clinging to the nearest standing thing, as he struggled to right himself.
Body was weak. Mind was one huge headache, and the pain was---oh shit. The pain was no where near done. Hell, he didn't even think it had finished climaxing completely yet, the withdrawal's effects nearing the peak.
...Only through a sudden squeezing/gripping motion of his hands, though, did he realize that he was gripping two very soft balls. And then, he realized that his face was in someone's back.
And beneath the shirt felt like a... bra strap. Oh. OH.
---And then, his different persona's decided to conveniently filter in their share of memories at this point in time.
...
...
..."Um... h-hello Delilah..."
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Aug 13, 2008 17:21:12 GMT -8
Not like it needed to be said, but Arim was gawping. Not everyday that you see a girl dragging around two unconscious (and bleeding) people around. Arim was a bit concerned about what the neighbors thought when they saw Delilah trudging down the walk. The image lingered in her head for a moment, making her blink a few times before shaking her head. This was no time for idle thought! Arim stepped forward and opened her arms to receive Rem, when she did, she nearly fell backwards herself. 6 Strength = Fail. .... Again. ...... ...... ...... DING! When Arim gathered herself, the girl's knees shook uneasily under the weight. However, if and before Delilah said anything, Arim dragged him towards the stairs and darted into the other room. In a few seconds, Arim had returned with a dolly and some rope (Delilah, among the rest in the home, was very resourceful and kept anything essential to... mechanical survival in the home). Arim fastened Rem to the best of her ability to the dolly and pulled him close to the stairs. The blonde looped the rope around the handle and secured it, giving it a few reassuring tugs. When she was sure it would hold, the girl started up the stairs and tied the rope to the adjacent mount at the top of the stairs. The thick wood at the top should be solid enough to support the weight. The girl wrapped it around the bottom of the mount and started to walk down the stairs. After arriving down, the girl started to walk backwards, keeping a firm grip on the rope. She had to give the occasional jerk to get Rem on the dolly up the steps when it got stuck. When Rem arrived at the top, Arim tied the rope to the bottom of the stairs and hurried off to wheel him to his room. She untied the rope and made a brisk pace towards his room, making sure to place him gently on the bed before returning downstairs. Her foot slipped off the step at her pace and caused her to collapse and slide down the steps onto the bottom floor. "Unnghh...." the girl groaned, lifting her head off the ground to look up at Delilah.... ...Only to see the white-haired pirate person groping Delilah, but from Arim's point of view at the floor, it looked like he was reaching to grab at throat instead of her chest. O___O Ò________Ó Arim quickly jumped to her feet and grabbed at the nearest objection (subsequently being a broom) and ran towards the two with it raised above her head. "LEAVE MY LILAH ALONE!!" she cried, before proceeding to whack the (half)unconscious german in the face with the straw broom.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 15, 2008 13:47:33 GMT -8
Delilah smiled as she saw Arim take the initiative to get rem up the stairs. It paid to be prepared and resourceful, something the mechanic always took great pride in. Grunting, Delilah slowly swung the German up from his place in her arms and onto her back, the way Rem had been before Arim took him. Righting him, on her back, Delilah started up the stairs...and moved out of the way as Arim fell down them.
She sighed at her blonde roomate. "And she sticks the landing," she muttered dryly. Shaking her head, but smiling at her, Delilah put her foot on the staircase.
*COUGH*
Say what now?
Delilah shrugged, but stepped off the staircase. "Unfettered" had been coughing the whole way home and-
*COUGHCOUGHCOUGHSPLURTCOUGH*
"Ah crap," Delilah grit her teeth.
"Z-ze frICKEN---!"
"Damn!" Delilah looked back at Arim, hardened resolve in her eyes. "We'd better get him upstairs before--
Mm?
What the--?!"
Delilah looked down to find "Unfettered"s hands clutching at her bosom, squeezing convulsively. Her blue eyes widened, then went to slits as her right eyebrow began to twitch.
"Um... h-hello Delilah..."
"Winters..."
And "Unfettered" thought he was in pain before.
"LEAVE MY LILAH ALONE!!"
"ARIM!" Delilah cried as Chocofluff joined in the frenzy, latching herself onto "Unfettered"'s dangling ankle. She backed away from her over-protective roommate, "It's okay, I'm fine...not so sure about him" she jerked her head over her shoulder at the German. "Grab the first aid stuff out of the cabinet in the bathroom and bring it upstairs." she instructed, then took to the stairs two at a time, cursing her overlarge staircase all the while. Once she finally reached the guest room, she sat down on the bed, and "Unfettered" with her.
"...You can let go now,"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 20, 2008 11:00:37 GMT -8
For A Lack Of Better Terminology - *WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP---* "Winters..."^_x;...
---"LEAVE MY LILAH ALONE!!""ARIM!"---What. The. Fuck.
---*WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP* *WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP* *WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP* *WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP* *WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP*
...And a dog was biting onto his leg, perhaps gnawing on it, like it was a huge hunk of chicken meat on bone or something. Truth be told, the reaction by Delilah's roommate was expected. Given a moment, he would've let go. But it was a broom. A broom. A goddamned broom. SHE WAS HITTING HIM WITH A BROOM, FOR GOD'S SAKE. And no, in spite of the increasing 'whipping' pain and freshly cut bits of 'hay' that were sticking out of his face, he was far too stunned to realize that he was in far worse pain than anything. Involuntarily, also, he was groping/squeezing poor Miss Delilah's... um... things... a lot less tenderly, with each new hit."It's okay, I'm fine...not so sure about him"..He could feel his legs dragging along painfully, as she was actually holding him up, his arms over her shoulders, doing the criss-cross 'man-bra' pose on her, apparently. All he knew was that he had to hold on, resting the side of his head on the back of her neck, as he tried to take in all this new information, without passing out."Grab the first aid stuff out of the cabinet in the bathroom and bring it upstairs."Her face was unnervingly close. But he hurting too badly to realize it. Was she talking to him? Just in case, he responded with something to the effect of incoherent mumbling. Stepping/Being dragged along, going up a staircase. Every bone burned with some sort of sore feeling, the pain amplified by the unnerving bit, but his body was too burned out to do anything about it. Much like going under for surgery, but still being able to feel everything.
...How many years passed, until they reached the top?
---And then, after a distortion of time, possibly even blacking out here and there, he wasn't fully certain himself, he found himself on a bed.
---"...You can let go now,"Let go?
Oh.
OH.
*RELEASE*
And almost immediately, his figure fell back onto the bed. But his hands still had the after-effect of groping for too long. That was way too weird. And..."Ngk... ny.... u-uh, u-um... Geez, I... s-swear that wasn't on... on purpose." passing in and out of consciousness, his eye focusing in and out, as he tried to sit himself up, "Brothers... aren't... s-supposed to grope their.. uh.. little sisters.. after... after all, ja? Hahaha.."
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Aug 30, 2008 20:25:23 GMT -8
The blonde finally halted her mindless swatting when she had finally ran out of juice. The girl let the broom slip out off her hands and onto the floor; her arms dangled languidly soon after. Arim took a few deep breaths and nodded at Delilah, probably not entirely understanding her demands. Arim gently plucked Chocofluff from the white-haired person's leg and held her up. When Delilah made her way upstairs, Arim looked at Chocofluff and blinked, "Was that the smartest alternative?" she asked the small Pomeranian. The small dog barked in reply and wagged her tail. The blonde shrugged and strode up the stairs, into the bathroom. She blinked, turning to the cabinet and opening it.
"Grab the first aid stuff out of the cabinet in the bathroom and bring it upstairs."
.....
Well, the normal white emergency container seemed to be gone. The blonde sighed, Letz Shake must've taken the container again and left everything (except the rubbing alchohol) in the cupboard... damnit. And Delilah was way too vague to give any leeway to what she needeed.
Way to be, Delilah. Way to be.
Arim placed Chocofluff down into the sink and rummaged through the cabinet, looking for some objects she may need...
Hydrogen Peroxide? Sure. Shaving cream? No. Dental floss? No. Air Freshener? ....She should save this for later. Toothpaste? No. Cologne? No. Bandaides? ...Sure. Soap? No. Tensor? Why not.
Arim continued to dig through the cupboard and place the objects into her arm, giving Chocofluff the box of bandaides in her mouth. Whens he was (somewhat) sure she was prepared, Arim darted out of the bathroom and into the room where Delilah was. She set everything down and looked at the black-haired mechanic, then at the German. "So.. uh... Lilah, why is there a white-haired guy with a swastika in here?"..
She was starting to pity the neighbors again.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 2, 2008 11:21:10 GMT -8
After letting "Unfettered" down, Delilah stood and bent her back wincing as her vertebrae realigned. You try lugging two guys all over Long Beach and see if you're not a little sore.
"Ngk... ny.... u-uh, u-um... Geez, I... s-swear that wasn't on... on purpose."
"I know," She replied perhaps a little bluntly, bending to touch her toes.
"Brothers... aren't... s-supposed to grope their.. uh.. little sisters.. after... after all, ja? Hahaha.."
"Sure aren't." She smiled. "But I understand," and she looked up at him, in the eye.
"and I forgive you."
She went back to stretching her back and legs. "Not too sure about Rem though...he's a bit harder to please."
"So.. uh... Lilah, why is there a white-haired guy with a swastika in here?"..
Delilah nodded her thanks as Arim put everything down on the bed. She frowned at the fact that the case was now missing...damn Shake...but she shrugged in reply. "it' s something I do, grabbing random crack-addicted hobos off the street before they get the crap kicked out of them too bad." Smiling wryly, she jerked her head at "Unfettered" "Ask him." She told her, "It'll keep him awake,". She began administering to the German, taking care of cuts scrapes and bruises. Every so often, she'd jab a pressure point at an area that was bleeding to much, to restrict or increase bloodflow to speed the healing.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 24, 2008 18:09:00 GMT -8
Boss's Dirty Little Secret "Sure aren't. But I understand, and I forgive you." ending that last bit with a look at him dead in the eye, smiling. He was too afraid to laugh (for both the sake of his current health, as well as to not potentially further aggravate his savior), so he just smiled in turn."Not too sure about Rem though...he's a bit harder to please." ...If he'd seen any anime, he could swear that a large sweat drop had started forming at the corner of his head. Choosing to look around at his surroundings as opposed to Miss Black stretching, his eye broke from its concentration, as the other girl walked on in. Had he caught her name before? She looked familiar, but, for the life of him, he couldn't remember who she was, if he'd met her at all. Successfully getting himself into an upright position, he started breathing a bit more heavily, his eye still giving off a dead-look, as he settled himself into looking into space.
---"So.. uh... Lilah, why is there a white-haired guy with a swastika in here?""it's something I do, grabbing random crack-addicted hobos off the street before they get the crap kicked out of them too bad."'Very funny.' Of course, what he actually did was cough. And a bit violently, at that."Ask him. It'll keep him awake,""Ngk..."Letting his eye glaze on down to the blurringly fast movements of Delilah as she applied who knows what to who knows where at a speed that "Unfettered's" eye couldn't keep up with at the moment. He held back from letting out any other noises, but maintained his 'leaning' position on his arms, in spite of how much they ached. Other then that, he attempted to be as limp as possible, trying to forcibly hold down his involuntarily jerking from the small bouts of pain that Delilah was inducing to help with the healing process, as well as the 'naturally' occurring bits from his---"Addiction aftermath."
"Addiction... aftermath." he heaved, trying to take in a larger breath, but his chest hurt. Badly. Really, it'd be inconvenient if he had any broken ribs, but with Rem... well, he had to credit him for that. But he didn't want to pass out just yet. There was some explaining he had to do. Why he'd forcibly endangered Rem, Delilah... hell, the possibility of the occurrence of the whole Militia organization."...Back in mein... Freshmen... maybe Sophomore year... Ze former Supervisor... Mr. Asiv... had noticed me. Asked me if he wanted me to become part of his little rival... uh... Student Hiearchy group. An experiment... an experiment he referred to as ze S.H.C.P. School Hall Correctional Police."Completely voluntary information. Sounded almost like a dying man's last story, but he suddenly lunged his chest forward. The effort in turn also caused a bit of blood to discharge through his throat, making him choke, before he spat it out, both his hands his mouth. The waste, he dried off on the sides of his jacket, and used his dryer hand to go into his shirt. There he pulled out a..."...Gave me und some uzzers some medallions. Dunno vat zey do, but zey are both a memento as vell as a... some increase in mein power und ability. And of course... Brimstone. All for making us competent rivals versus ze Student Hierarchy." Shuffling, he slipped the medallion back inside his shirt, as he pressed his hands in between his legs, trying to keep himself up, without forcibly making himself do the splits. No, he wouldn't bore them with the small details."...Letz just say... I started taking ze Brimstone vithout knowing how delicate my mind's stability vould be in ze future."...Never expected that Jonathan and "Thrush" would actually... and it was so hard to maintain them as a Entity-Combine."Tch..." he chuckled, with the empty smile on his face. "...I'm a dumbkoff."Just that bit he wanted to get off his chest. To keep himself awake, to see to it that there was no pity as consequence of his action---Hell, the fact that Delilah was even doing this for him so far was... a God-damned miracle. He needed to apologize... but that could wait. In turn, he couldn't help but throw a slightly more cheery, but close-eyed smile at Arim."...But you'll have to do more zen just whack me vith a broom if ve're going to do anyzing about zis. After, zo, after."
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Sept 25, 2008 9:52:32 GMT -8
We kill innocents by thousands And clean our conscience with faith We are like kids in a garden Making all the same mistakes Years of progress Years of madness
Humanity... All humanity.
"Wha-what!?" The girl exclaimed, looking at Delilah with wide eyes, looking like her jaw was going to hit the floor.
"He can't possibly be a hobo!"
Yet again, Arim wins to olympic medal for completely missing the bloody point.
"Ngk..."
Arim eyed Delilah warily though, she didn't like where this was going at all. The mechanic was notorious for using stupid, evasive excuses like that when there was a point Arim was missing. The blonde was about to add on to her previous statement until she noticed the newcomer's sturggling movements and blinked in surprise. "Addiction... aftermath."
Addiction? Aftermath?
Where did this come from?
"...Back in mein... Freshmen... maybe Sophomore year... Ze former Supervisor... Mr. Asiv... had noticed me. Asked me if he wanted me to become part of his little rival... uh... Student Hiearchy group. An experiment... an experiment he referred to as ze S.H.C.P. School Hall Correctional Police."
Years of progress.
She could tell already, this wasn't her place to hear this conversation, but her feet was glued to the floor. Something told her to sit and listen, even if it wasn't her place to. Mr.Asiv... the name rang bells in her head, albeit quiet ones. Her attendance at this school has been very short-term, and her existance was nothing more than a speck on the wall. That was the way she wanted it to be. He seemed to have no problem letting this imformation loose, which concerned the blonde... a lot. Information was an empowering yet devastating thing to have.
The girl suddenly flinched when he started hacking up blood, destroying her train of thought.
Years of... progress.
"...Gave me und some uzzers some medallions. Dunno vat zey do, but zey are both a memento as vell as a... some increase in mein power und ability. And of course... Brimstone. All for making us competent rivals versus ze Student Hierarchy."
Her eyes carefully stared at the medallion, her eyes narrowing as if deciphering an unknown language.
"...Letz just say... I started taking ze Brimstone vithout knowing how delicate my mind's stability vould be in ze future."
Brimstone? As in sulfur, or was that just a name? It seemed to have a negative effect on the German, though it was unknown to Arim what he meant exactly. It was intruiging to her. Though part of her said that really shouldn't have listened to this. At all.
Years of madness.
"...But you'll have to do more zen just whack me vith a broom if ve're going to do anyzing about zis. After, zo, after."
And THIS is the point where she feels bad. Arim poked her fingers together nervously, chuckling lowly, reflecting a sheepish smile. Though it did run past her, fixing what? Damn, being out of the loop.
"I-I didn't mean to hit you!" the girl waved her hands frantically, "I was just being... stupid." Arim hung her head a bit and sighed, her clumsy tendancies lead to this a lot. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again".
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 17, 2008 11:24:49 GMT -8
Delilah listened without looking up, but found her hands shaking. She clenched her teeth, and as she finished dressing the last of “Unfettered’s” cuts, placed them calmly in her lap, her eyes downcast, as if thinking deeply. She inhaled slowly…then punched Arim in the arm. ”You did so mean to hurt him.” she growled, but she was smiling. ”No point in beating around the bush here. You just didn’t know…and there’s no reason to be sorry,” she looked back at “Unfettered” at this and pulled a piece of straw out of his hair, her smile a little more uncharacteristically tender. ”He deserved it, anyway. Go get some sleep, kay?”
She watched “Unfettered” in silence for a while after Arim would have left before speaking. She was simply watching his eyes, glassy from fatigue and pain, trying to read his feelings. ”I can help you with the drugs, if you’d like. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need too…not that I’d let you leave in your current state; you’ll find it quite impossible to escape,” as if beckoned, a small growling resounded from behind the door, that of a very vicious and loyal Pomeranian. Chuckling, Delilah lightly pushed on “Unfettered’s” shoulder and down to the bed. ”Get some rest, kay? And don’t get up unless I say so.”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 12, 2009 13:28:16 GMT -8
Need To Rise "I-I didn't mean to hit you!" waving her hands frantically, with a sense of panic. "I was just being... stupid.""I'm sorry, it won't happen again."...The German would laugh at this---but as he was about to, a sharp pain in his chest forced the laughter back down. Even trying to flex his mouths muscles pained him---He settled for giving this girl a slow nod instead. Just looking at her slowly.
She shouldn't have to lower her head down. Not to him. Not right now. His pride would't allow it, but his physical state certainly would.”You did so mean to hurt him. No point in beating around the bush here. You just didn’t know…and there’s no reason to be sorry,” Slowly relaxing back down, his gaze shifted back over to Delilah. He began to mumble in his throat, but because of the blood in it, it started sounding gutteral (and therein, creepy), so he stopped. At any rate, the apparent chasticising was with a smile though, and---”He deserved it, anyway. Go get some sleep, kay?”Well, it wasn't the words that hit him hard. It was the look she was giving him. It bubbled up a few repressed wants and needs in the back of his mind, but remembering not only embaressed him, but ticked him off slightly at the same time. He settled for moving his head slowly to look off to the side.”I can help you with the drugs, if you’d like. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need too…not that I’d let you leave in your current state; you’ll find it quite impossible to escape,”...She was looking at him. He moved his head to look to the other side. As slowly and subtly as possible.---Though he shook slightly, as the high-pitched barking woke startled him. Delilah seemed to take it in stride, even chuckling at it, possibly both the timing of the barking and his reaction somewhat comical.”Get some rest, kay? And don’t get up unless I say so.”"..."
"...Ze... You realize ze moment you let go... I'm goi... going to---*COUGH* *COUGH* *HACK* *COUGH* going to try... make a break for it, ja?" Smiling, the blood still leaking from his mouth with every pained cough, every horribly butchered, fluid-distorted word he "spoke." He was smiling, though, for what that counted. And he would attempt to break out, regardless of the odds---That was just his nature. He didn't pick this new name, just because it sounded "cool" to him.
...That, and a bit of pride in being able to mend himself and to be able to suffer on his own---his pride in being slightly "independent" (even if he didn't always mend himself correctly, but just enough to get to the job of stopping the bleeding and the pain, which would inevidetally lead to scarring due to his lack of overall training in this, if not his high proficiency level), made him feel slightly constrained in this setting. Even if he knew it was good for him.
Even then, he was slowly flexing up his right arm, slowly pressing his hand towards the matress, in the attempt to push himself up.
...But the warmth on his shoulder was nice, versus the overall crappiness emenating throughout his body (feelings of wanting to be asleep/die to escape from it aside).
...
Damned self-confliction.
His eye would look straight back into Delilah's, the smile gone, at this point, to see her decision. And to determine his own.~
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 13, 2009 10:05:25 GMT -8
"...Ze... You realize ze moment you let go... I'm goi... going to---*COUGH* *COUGH* *HACK* *COUGH* going to try... make a break for it, ja?"
An eyebrow quirked up, and Delilah was suddenly stricken with a notion of deja vu. He was smiling, but it was a pained smile, emphasized by the blood trickling out the side of his mouth. She found her eyes drawn to it, a worry line creasing her brow. Looking at that smile, she knew that he meant every word. Lopsided but self-assured. It was the smile and the persistance behind it that rang a bell in Delilah's memory, but it was distant.
Before she could struggle her mind to remember, she felt the subtle change as "Unfettered"'s arm tensed beneath her hand as he pushed his hand into the mattress, but she gave no indication that she noticed. At least, not at the moment. She weighed her options in her mind. She could let him escape, which is what he obviously wanted to do and was going to attempt anyway, or she could help him, which he obviously needed but wouldn't accept for some stupid reason. A stupid reason that resonated with memory in her mind, justifying his reasons for escape...and solidifying her reasons for keeping him here. She shifted her eyes from the blood trickling down his chin to his eyes, looking at him intently, as though trying to divulge the man's very soul and reasoning. She thought she understood. She could be wrong -she had been before- but if she understood "Unfettered"'s motives...
A wry smile curved her lips. "True,", her grip on his shoulder tightened, and she pushed most of her weight into her arm, allowing her to slide one knee onto the bed and lean in close to the leader of Militia while still keeping him relatively pinned by that one shoulder. She was so close that their noses were less than an inch apart. "So I guess I'll just have to keep it here then won't I?" she purred darkly.
Delilah would then shift her hand to the hollow of "Unfettered"'s throat and slip the rest of her body onto the bed. Straddling him, she gripped his opposite shoulder with her opposite hand, and would -if she had managed to get this far unhindered- move the hand that had previously held him to the hollow his throat. If she had managed to get this far uninnterupted, she would jab her index and middle fingers into the centered dip created by his collar bone, pushing in an "in, up, down" pattern, and would push in deeper if he tried to resist. This was a pressure point choke that would allow him to breathe, but talking would be restricted. As it is basically a move pushing the vocal chords into the trachea, it is also rather painful. However, if Delilah hadn't managed to get to that point, or had been thwarted before she could complete the technique, she would instead grapple with the German in an attempt to get him in a submissive (and mildly painful) angle, her strength and her position would give her an advantage over the injured man. If, by some miracle resource of srength, managed to throw her off, she'd get right back up and continue fighting with him until he conceded.
"Now listen you," Her blue eyes flared with intensity as she hovered only inches above him. Her fingers pressing firmly into his shoulder, however, did not reflect the oddly gentle tone of her voice. "I'm going to tell you a little story and you're going to listen to it. If you decide you still need to go after you hear it, fine, I won't stop you. All I ask is that you listen. So, are you going to lay quietly and listen, or do I have to beat you unconcious?" The same peirced eyebrow from before jerked up in the form of a question.
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