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Post by seishounohana on Oct 1, 2008 20:55:24 GMT -8
More or less going to start with Emily asking Unfettered out first... I'd feel weird if he auto-accepts... soo... >_>;;; Yeah, and for anyone who wants to pop in, please do it after they meet in the festival I'll tell you guys when. This'll be fun~ >3A festival was coming up tomorrow. She had to do it soon, or she'd not be able to sleep well for the next few months. Opportunities like these were scarce, and -- ... it wasn't everyday that she would actually find the courage to even think about saying how she felt. Yes. Emily stood there, just outside of "Unfettered"'s otherwise 'closed' restaurant. Well, she knew why it was closed, and somewhat wondered when she would be able to work here again... ... In front of the door and she couldn't even move. "Sige na, katok... katok! [Come on, knock... knock!]" Emily would tell herself. Gah, she couldn't back out now! She's like, right in front of the door! --- fighting off her insecurities and worries, the girl would rap at the door lightly, taking one deep breath and looking down to fight off the blush on her face. Gah... matters of the heart are so hard to control.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 5, 2008 11:13:59 GMT -8
OOC: This response took WAY too long. My bad, completely.
Rummaging Solicitations There was a light rapping at the door... But you'd have to be super-sensitive to hear that. And especially after the whole Correctional Facility incident...
No, the German was on the second floor, taking a nap. At least, though, he was decent enough: Jeans and a belt, with bandage strips being wrapped about his stomach up to his pecks, due to the surgery that had taken place there to pump his stomach more directly, as well as around his arms. For the sake of wear and tear as well, he had his hair decidedly bunched up into a ponytail as well.
But no, he was sleeping...
...That would require more drastic measures. Such as breaking-and-entering or trying the side door and going upstairs. Really though, the way the building was designed, he should have set up a door bell or something.OOC: ... Sorry Marianne. But it looks like I'm gonna make Emily work for it.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 5, 2008 11:41:02 GMT -8
<3 S'ok. The girl has more fighting spirit than she looks. xD
*tak tak tak*
"Anyone home?" Yes, Emily had been knocking for the last five minutes. Well, it was either no one was home or...
... No. Emily refused to believe that. Why? Well, first of all -- Emily knew, or more specifically, had heard that "Unfettered" had gone through gastrointestinal surgery, more or less opening up his stomach and sucking up the contents. Layla refused to disclose any further, but that information was enough to tell Emily that his condition wouldn't be something he should be loitering around with.
Emily looked up.
She could try breaking in -- though she doubted that her hairpin'd be enough to pick through the front door lock. She could climb up the fire escape ladder and break in from the window, but -- eh, that'd be... more or less a little disturbing.
Wasn't there something else?
Well, there was a door at the side of the building. Emily thought it was best she tried that out first before any of her other crazy ideas.
She knocked at it again...
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No response?
Well, if no one responded, she twisted the handle a bit -- oh look, it was open. It lead to a flight of stairs leading to another door.
...
Emily hadn't gone this far inside "Unfettered"'s restaurant, ever. So she was a little nervous about this little break-in...
--- if it ever was that.
Hmm...
She knocked again, this time a bit harder and with a little more urgency.
She only hoped that she wasn't disturbing him from anything important, or something of the sort.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 8, 2008 0:26:32 GMT -8
...Out Cold, In The Cold... He was asleep.
Or more rather... in a restless rest, filled with unconscious tossing and turning.
For a moment, he sat up, covered in cold sweat, his bandages clinging to him. But it was due to that last memory, not to the knocking occurring down below, unbeknown to him.
...After all, its not like he could hear it. His restaurant was designed to be a restaurant. He left the 'house visit' idea out the window, in his original design, at any rate. But still, he sat up, knees tucked towards his chest, as he stared down, his breathing already calmer than normal.
For some reason, he just had a really large feeling of... things. If that made any sense.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 8, 2008 2:55:42 GMT -8
This started to get Emily even more worried.
No answer after all that knocking -- best she did some drastic measures.
Taking hairpin that kept her long, braided, silver hair from brushing over her face, she started to pick the lock -- something she had been forced to learn in the Philippines to do her adoptive parent's bidding.
A sad reality of life, but it didn't matter -- she at least found use of it now.
Her lips feigned a smile once she had finally heard that click, telling her that she was free to enter.
It opened! Peeking inside, Emily looked at the door... someone probably was too tired to use the other locks. He was probably out, but she should check if he was home anyway.
Taking that flight of stairs slowly, as to not make any necessary noise, Emily entered what seemed to be "Unfettered"'s "sanctuary", or more or less, his living area. It was a little plain, probably just as plain as her own apartment (with the exemption of her own room, which had lots of artwork pinned on the wall).
"He-hello?" She would say, opening a door -- Ah, the bathroom.
... but not what she was looking for at the moment, so she continued her search. Just one other door, it seemed.
She rapped at it, twice, before she opened it slowly. "Jon?" she blinked as she saw her 'boss' sit up with his head down. "Hey, sorry if it's a bit too late to ask this but -- may I come in?" She tilted her head to the side, her braided hair falling softly with it. She slightly began to wonder if she looked alright wearing her yellow dress -- she felt sort of naked not wearing her gear and instead wore flip-flops with a white daisy on the straps, and her old white-gold watch -- not really good replacements, but they did the trick of somewhat making her look presentable.
... But at least she felt lighter now, those things were, pretty heavy on their own.
What? She's a girl. She had every right to be a little vain.
The plainness thing was due to the threads I've stalked before--- read a brief description so... >_>;; Hopefully I don't assume too much. xD
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 8, 2008 12:38:40 GMT -8
OOC: No, it was perfect. His living room, his 'sleeping' room, etcetera are all very blank and devoid of decorations for a reason....Really Have To Create A Doorbell... [/b] "Jon?"---What?
That was familiar. He blinked, not moving, just to be sure he wasn't hearing things."Hey, sorry if it's a bit too late to ask this but -- may I come in?""...Doorbell..." he muttered under his breath to himself. Knew he was forgetting something important when he got this place set up. Still, he appeared to be in deep thought, as he didn't make any movements for a moment, until he finally looked up, and smiled, his face looking slightly grateful."Ja. Sure, sure... er, go ahead and zit at ze office chair... You vant somezing to drink?" slowly unravelling himself, letting his right leg touch down on the ground first, followed by the left, as he bent forward to stand up off from his sweat-soaked bed. Lights were dimmed down, save for the light at the office desk, which was just at the head of his bed, facing out towards a window with the blinds closed. The German began to walk to the other side of it, though, bending down to reach in for some drinks. Spezi, bottled water...
For himself? Water. His body was still far too out of whack. Didn't trust it with an overbalance of anything for the time being. But he'd stay crouched at the small fridge, in case Em offered up any want of her own.
No, he didn't really appear all that bothered that someone had broken into his place. His fault really, and especially for living so 'out' there.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 8, 2008 16:54:55 GMT -8
"...Doorbell..." Emily tilted her head further. Just what was he thinking of -- or at least, what made him look to be thinking that deeply.
"Ja. Sure, sure... er, go ahead and zit at ze office chair... You vant somezing to drink?" Emily nodded and went inside his room, closing the door behind her. Her feet led her to the first seat she could find, and made herself comfortable (or at least tried to, she's a nervous wreck). She didn't sit down, just... stood up right next to it...
Eh, she never really liked sitting down.
"No thanks." Emily told him, smiling. He seemed to not be in any pain or discomfort, really.
While he was out getting drinks, Emily took her messenger bag, and took a stethoscope, a thermometer, a little notebook and a sphygonometer. Ah, that seemed to be everything for a Post-op home visit, as ordered by Layla.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 11, 2008 12:36:56 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry... Long time and a short post? ._. My bad.The Boy Is Oblivious. >_> "No thanks."Water then, for himself. Stretching out back, letting his arms practically flail out behind him, water in his right hand, as he suddenly flinched forward, the pain throughout his whole body searing through it. Hugging himself for a bit, he gave out a quiet laugh, before looking up. Promptly, he popped off the cap with a quick twist with his other hand, and took the bottle quickly to his lips, but then lowered the speed of his actions. Not due to pain, but he seemed to be thinking more, as he held it more lightly to his lips, only letting a few drops go to it, looking over at Em.
Striding over, as the silence continued (which... he was actually fairly comfortable with), he moved to the desk, and hurriedly spun the chair around, which made for some quick, rough noises. Plopping himself down, and leaning back, as he looked up, resting his arms on the... arm rests... (>_>...) he looked on over and gave a smile. And why not? It was Em."...Pardon me for getting comfortable... Vat's up?"
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 11, 2008 13:18:02 GMT -8
I felt like being evil. I hope I'm evil enough...
Emily's eyes were keen enough to notice that. That little flinch. Though she had a hunch it was because of pain, Emily figured it would be best if she just continued to observe. Isn't she being trained to be nurse? Well... this was just the beginning of it. "...Pardon me for getting comfortable... Vat's up?" Emily just smiled back, though a bit softly -- almost feigning of uncertainty and anxiety, but she never really let it show too much. A smile was a smile. "Ah, I was going to ask you something but..." Emily said, holding a thermometer on her hand and checking the temperature before leaning over, getting her face nearer to the white-haired gang leader. "Hope you don't mind me taking your vital signs, Layla asked me to do it for her this morning.... and... I've got something to ask you."Emily gave him the thermometer, mentioning for him to put it onto his armpit. When he had gotten it, she would put onto her ears a stethoscope go onto taking his blood pressure. It seemed like she either did this all the time, or more or less had experience doing this. After taking the blood pressure and the temperature she quickly jot those down, more or less cleaning her equipment swiftly after. She was a fast worker, or at least that was how nurses were supposed to be. "A hundred twenty over ninety and... 32.6..." She paused, "... knowing your Qi though, that would be normal." A light laugh as she wrote that down on her little notebook. Yeah, that Qi. That qi that had helped her calm down when she was more or less overheating. Emily's Qi was somewhat like "Unfettered"'s, albeit something of the opposite. Emily was naturally warm, and most of the time had a bit of a feverish temperature for norms. Opposites? Probably-- but probably not as much. But enough of that. Taking the chair and sitting right in front of "Unfettered"; close -- borderline almost too close, as she leaned in slightly. Probably not really aware of what she was doing. Her face was only about a half a meter away from his, and she took his hand (actually his wrist), laying his arm by his chest, and her eyes seemingly staring at his face (which was actually looking at his chest. Height differences...). "Relax... Give me a minute. I need to find--"Yes, she trailed off into a silent stare. Her expression was soft, apparently focused... ... The result will have to depend on the next post.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 14, 2008 0:38:21 GMT -8
"Ah, I was going to ask you something but..."
...?
>_x
...Well, his mind appeared to be clearing up. He just began to notice that she was carrying around a bunch of medical supplies. That, and she was getting drastically close to him to tend to all these things. That white hair... the damage that had been done to her, before he'd gotten there...
"Hope you don't mind me taking your vital signs, Layla asked me to do it for her this morning.... and... I've got something to ask you."
"---Hm? Oh, ja, sure, sure." snapping back into focus, though it only looked like a slight twitch from the brow. Raising up his left arm he watched as she carefully applied the---eesh, he flinched, kinda cold. Colder than usual---Letting his arm relax down as he held his arm down there, he relaxed for a bit into the chair, as she proceeded to apply something cool to his chest---his eye was closed---but it felt round. After a few beats of his heart, trying to focus on remaining as generally limp, and therein make the entire procession generally easier, he felt the coolness from his chest take off, just as she began to wrap something around his other arm---which began to enclose around it, as the rough sound of harshly pumped air filled the air.
Amazing how surreal this all was for the German, as he continued to sit there, relatively defenseless, but trusting. Finally, with her side-checks done, she pulled out the thermometer from his arm, and he opened up his eye, looking about warily as if woken from a deep (or restless) sleep.
"A hundred twenty over ninety and... 32.6... knowing your Qi though, that would be normal."
Light laughter followed as she took a seat, and grabbed his wrist, putting it up against his chest. He looked back at her. Em was really leaning in close to him, having pulled up a stray chair from around the room. Still, as she continued, he assumed she was still just doing a few other things for Layla's sake, as he looked off. Obviously, this was what would be considered an 'awkward' situation, but she was actually doing something. He just thanks God (yeah, isn't that a first?) that he was naturally cold, lest all that blood pooling down to his crotch in a prolonged sitting position---
"Relax... Give me a minute. I need to find--"
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"Find...?"---
Awkward pause. He looked forward for a bit, trying to relax a bit more than he could, though technically, he wanted to move his arm around, but for the time being, he was mildly afraid to. Consideration for whatever she was thinking of?
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Alright. At this point, he just slowly turned his head towards her and looked at her, putting on a wily smirk. "...Alright. Vell, I've given you a minute. I'm still relaxing. Und zo now, zis is ze part ver you vill seduce me or summat?"
He gave a bit of a chuckle, trying to loosen up the mood.
...Really, she'd confessed to him before and he hadn't necessarily responded, but he had no idea as to what she was intending to ask---or do to him now.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 14, 2008 1:36:32 GMT -8
"...Alright. Vell, I've given you a minute. I'm still relaxing. Und zo now, zis is ze part ver you vill seduce me or summat?" Emily released his hand at this point, jotting something down onto her little notebook until he mentioned something about seducing him.
She blushed furiously, but laughed softly -- she learned to control her emotions ever since that... incident inside the facility.
For a girl whom used to be held captive by her emotions, Emily more or less displayed some self-restraint.
She wanted to confess to him -- right here, right now. But-- "A-ah, no." she told him, smiling as she put her stuff away. "I'm not exactly the type to seduce people, though I wish I could. Then maybe you'd notice me..." The last part was barely audible, but her head had bowed low, hiding her face with her long bangs.
Ah, this was no time to be jealous of Bastille's 'power' over him. A glance to the side before looking up. "But besides this I... uh..."
"... there's this Festival, you see. You might've heard of it." She looked at him right at the eye, still smiling. "I was hoping if you'd like... to go to that Festival... with me."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2008 21:46:16 GMT -8
((sorry i have to pop in here...
WOOOOHOOO EMMMS THATS MY GIRL...OOPPPS...IGNORE ME...*cough* bye!"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 16, 2008 1:42:30 GMT -8
Should've Seen This Coming Laughter. He had to admit, he did enjoy the way how girls could be particularly shy---to a point. But this was still within perfectly reasonable boundaries. And besides, to him, this was just Em---or... at least that maybe what he let off. Again, he wasn't a forgetful prat. Still, he didn't notice the way she blushed as she looked about at her notes."A-ah, no." finally putting her stuff away, "I'm not exactly the type to seduce people, though I wish I could. Then maybe you'd notice me..."---? Did she say something? Em was looking down, so he just mentally shrugged it off, still in the mood of generally being pleased---if in slight, silent physical pain. But he ignored that as he always did."But besides this I... uh..."...Wait...
Suddenly, he did a quick check of her body language throughout this whole procession. The shy laughter, the averted gazes..."... there's this Festival, you see. You might've heard of it." He'd like to say... he was at least somewhat ignorant, but the way this was leading on... That he was completely oblivious."I was hoping if you'd like... to go to that Festival... with me."...
He smiled.
There was a mixture of guilt there. She'd been... 'damaged'. And while not until a bit did he decidedly fully recognize what she was leading up to... he had to also spite himself for his inconsiderate feelings. No, even as he looked back at her, straight in the eye...
Mm. Dammit. Immediate conflicted feelings and the rise in his heart rate. Not because he was scared---though that was a close guess. And not because he was suddenly turned on---which was further from the truth than most other possibilities. Excitement. A cumulation of so many things."...Alright."Leaning forward... he let out his hand, to lightly grasp hers, encouragingly. She had to do a lot to get to this point. To confess. 'Wasn't easy. But the fear of this conflicting with his ideals, his ambitions... another "Calamity". Still, for that much at least, his "Head of Calvary," Militia's Elite Guard---which he still had to decide if it was to be the name of the title---he knew he'd pre-picked her for that position for a reason. It was only right that he gave this a shot, be equally courageous and see what this would bring to light. It was a date, and he'd look at it as thus, but if he was going to be going out with her... Again, he had to credit her:
She had guts."Vas that so hard?" he'd ask lightly, giving the hand a squeeze, before retreating it back.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 16, 2008 2:46:36 GMT -8
>w> Let's speed up things a bit."...Alright."Emily blinked. "A-ah, really?" She said, slightly stammering and smiling. Well, that surely brightened up her face for a few moments - considerably stripping her of hard-earned composture for about half a minute before mentally shaking her head. Well, she didn't expect that answer at all. She blushed further, as he held her hand. Well, lots of mixed signals here. Emily was a girl filled with hope, and hope was, regardless of how powerful it can be, fragile. Easily broken. "Vas that so hard?" Emily smiled as "Unfettered" squeezed her hand. She twitched a bit. Ah, that hand. It slightly hurt a bit. Without her gloves, her left arm was more or less left to be seen in the open. Yes. That hand that had icicles through them, amongst other such damages. It wasn't a pretty sight, actually. Emily shook the thought off. She might as well forget that incident had ever happened. That place was just filled with horrible memories. "... Not as much as I thought, honestly." she told him as he took his hand back, mentally laughing at herself for being so nervous. A fear of rejection had always been in Emily ever since childhood -- It was only now that she would be able to test herself of how much she had grown. No longer the fainting, socially awkward girl... Emily was more or less in control of herself. For now. She had a date with the guy she considered to be very important to her. The only question that was left on her mind, was if he looked at her the same way. Probably not. But who knows? Standing, she took out a leaflet and placed it on "Unfettered"'s hand. "Hanazawa shrine. I'll meet you by the Shrine gate tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon, kay?. " That smile on her face was radiating with elation. Who wouldn't be? She headed out for the door. Her business here was don- Oh! Just one more thing. She turned to face him again, holding the doorknob. "Ah, wear a Yukata if you have one. You don't have to but ah... --"She trailed off, laughing. She was obviously looking forward to this a lot. Typical of a girl in love. ( OoC: XDDD Oh I love RPing this girl ) "See you tomorrow then?" She asked, waving to him before closing the door and headed off onto the road. There was a date she had to prepare herself for!
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 27, 2008 1:59:54 GMT -8
OOC: Pardon... a bit short, but to the point. I trust you'll be starting the 'next day'-type post? This one is more or less to show more of "Unfettered's" mixed feelings, as he lets the full effect of what is going on hit him.Nervous Excitement---WTF'S A YUKATA!? "... Not as much as I thought, honestly.""Gut." he smiled encouragingly."Hanazawa shrine. I'll meet you by the Shrine gate tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon, kay?. ""...Ja..." he replied, with a little less certainty. Racking his head to remember. The school had information on it, so it shouldn't be too hard. He could tend to that tomorrow."Ah, wear a Yukata if you have one. You don't have to but ah... --""...A 'yukata'... I'll... look it up." he replied, leaning back more into his chair."See you tomorrow then?"...
He could only wave back at this point, smiling and nodding, 'til she slammed the door.
And then the impact hit him. A date, a date, a date. Should he have even said yes?---Oh, hell, he'd put up such a brave front and only know was he fatiguing from it? Walking up, he groaned in pain. Mentally and physically. Going to his bed, he rolled onto it. There was a date he had to get ready for tomorrow... What the hell was a yukata!?
...Time for the internet.
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He remained still on the bed, suddenly deep in thought and not wanting to move.
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