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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 2, 2011 4:37:35 GMT -8
"Other way."Lolling the cigarette in his mouth, the boy would fail to turn it around in his mouth before the girl's sharp hand deftly plucked it from out and stuck it back in his maw. Here, the boy almost bit too hard, feeling the crunch again before softening his teeth. He would look, innocently enough with a wide up at her with glance of what appeared to be a desire for approval. The boy watched the cigarette in the girls mouth, trying to imitate it---as she handed him the lighter.
The boy reached for it---but grabbed too late, as the girl in a split-second decision opted the girl to instead light the lighter in front of him. There was a moment of frustration on the boy's face before he conceded, relaxing in an instant, as the tip of his cigarette would begin to burn, a delightful wisp emanating from it. It smelled...
Well, typically it smelled like cardboard. This little cylinder smelled kind of good, actually.
Still watching the girl, the boy watched as the girl breathed in and out... through the cigarette and yet without it. This is what she wanted him to do? Maybe this was like a straw, but for air. Like one of those candy straws for drinks---except you could eat those. Was he going to drink air?
The thought of that excited the boy. He would never go thirsty again.
Puff.
---The boy's eye went red, as he began coughing smoke, sputtering for a second---but his teeth held a vice grip on the cigarette, stubborn and wanting to understand. His hands clutched for his stomach as the smoke filled his lungs. He would collapse onto his knees, hunching over... But still persistent, violently at first, breathing in the...
...The...
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The... cigarette.
At what were once clouds that came from his mouth slowly stopped and became a steady stream. Sensations washed over him, calming him, reaching into his brain... massaging it. Tendrils of electricity licked him from within his veins, as the boy slowly slowly brought himself back up to a stand. There was a very odd, but... normal... calm to the boy.
As he got up, the boy was smiling curiously, his eye having drifted off and back again, a look of lucidity taking presence in his eye. He was smiling.
...Devilishly.
With an unheard of, deep baritone, the boy left out another long wisp of smoke stream from him as he breathed in the air with his nose, looking at the girl. This "Vespyr."
"Thank you kindly, Miss..."
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 2, 2011 18:27:15 GMT -8
A mere raising of her brow was the only reaction that the violent outburst of coughing spurred. Vespyr was otherwise expressionless, watching the as the result of the influx of nicotine into the boy's system become increasingly apparent. His eyes had lost their imbecilic brightness, and sunk into a more state of more... conscious lustre.
Nicotine is, indeed, the miracle drug. In small doses, it is a stimulant; in larger doses, a sedative and mild pain killer. It enhances the effects norepinephrine, dopamine, and in larger doses, seratonin. It prevents the development of some sarcoma in HIV patients. It reduces the risk of breast cancer in some females. An anti-inflammatory agent, it helps to alleviate the symptoms of allergic athsma. It is a self-medication to schizophrenics. It improves the focus of individuals with ADD, ADHD, and OCD. Thus it was reasonable that Vespyr had an inkling the stuff might have some effect on the boy...
And she wasn't disappointed.
"You're welcome."
The most serpentine of grins spread across her face, black cherry lips parting to reveal the ghastly sight of her rather unblunted white teeth.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 3, 2011 5:07:32 GMT -8
It Has A Name Nicotine continued to rush through the boy's veins. Every breath was of cinders, cloves, and black cherry. The boy was looking at Vespyr now, nonchalantly placing his hand to his mouth, his forefingers forming over the cigarette as he smiled underneath---looking at woman who held his leash, that devious smile, and sharp violet eyes that dulled and ate through everything. Food. The potential for shelter. And an interesting person at his reins.
For the boy... it had been quite some time.
He gave her the once-over---to look for a bulge on her person upon where she might be keeping those treats, taking a long, nonchalant drag as he did. She avoided his detection, though she smelled of it, but the boy gave up, not even worrying about it as an issue. Hunching over backwards, the boy slid his hand over to his eyepatch, finding it quite dirty underneath, and pushing off the patch for a moment. He fiddled with the patch looking at it, passing it in front of himself from his left hand to his right hand, to his left hand---
---Revealing a long scar, right on down the middle of his right eye.
Maybe the boy just wanted her to see. And why, at this point he extended out his now empty right hand, with an observed, somewhat courteous smile. Greetings were in order, since they first met. He hadn't used it in a while, but if he thought on it really hard... his name was..."'Tuvlan.'"
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 3, 2011 13:09:31 GMT -8
"Oh?
I was getting used to 'Smash'."
Still grinning like a cat, Vespyr slipped her slender white hand into the other's and clutched it for a moment. Her palm and fingers were cold as stone, and though her touch was delicate, there prevailed a subtle imperviousness about her grasp that apprised of her astringent nature.
"You can call me Vespyr."
Then, in an instant, her hand slipped back into the pocket of her trench coat as quickly as if the handshake had never taken place.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 5, 2011 22:49:12 GMT -8
Cats... "Oh?
I was getting used to 'Smash'."The boy would smile as a very... cool, if not outright "cold" hand gripped his, but he shook it anyways. Perhaps even more vigorously because of the fact that it was cold. There was a pleased smile on the boy's face. It was like shaking hands with a well made doorknob on a cold winter morning. In Canada.
But that aspect was just based on the temperature alone. The strength that met the boy's was almost null---yet the boy somehow felt that if this girl so wished, she could crush the bones in his hand with a simple flex. Someone stronger than he was---a magnificent feeling. The amount of casual control that the girl held over herself as she almost whimsically decided to take him up as notice. As though she were a cat. His eye strayed to the hand that held his, and to the face.
He had read the word in a book before. The phrase. The saying.
This person...
...Was someone who had control over her own fate."You can call me Vespyr."And just like that, the hand of the girl retreated back, as if the exchange of physical contact never even occured. In turn, the boy pocketed his own hand, smiling, tilting his head curiously for a moment, thinking on the subject of his name. Smash? Tuvlan? For a good while, he had just existed as... thus. An existence.
The boy chuckled a bit uncouthly, using the hands to fit the eye-patch over that hole in his head as he took another drag.
"Mm. It doesn't really fucking matter anyway." [/right]
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 6, 2011 15:21:24 GMT -8
“Of course it doesn’t, dear. Of course it doesn’t…”
With the cigarette between her lips, and a barely audible chuckle, she leaned over to unfasten the collar and leash around Tuvlan’s neck. Once he was emancipated, she slid them back into her pocket and looked him over once more with a knowing, even critical eye.
“Leashes are for dogs. And you are no dog.”
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Dec 8, 2011 3:33:33 GMT -8
"Critical" Eye The leash he was wearing around his neck? He was getting quite used to. It hadn't come to the point of chaffing, though it was raw already, but the girl leaned forward, as if to pull him close for something---and that was when she surprised him.
She took the leash from about his neck and released him. The leash and all went back into her pocket---immediately, a hand went to rub around his neck, feeling the sudden rush of cool air going about the slightly red skin. The boy took this moment to take puff out another small cloud, getting quite used to it, feeling better every single time...
To hear that leashes belonged to dogs.
That he, the boy, was not such as one.
Compared to the pitying statements that often was provided to him by the sympathetic elitists of normal society, this girl's words proved to move the boy in a way he didn't even consider possible. The smile he portrayed was... grateful.
"Kukukukukukukuku... Thank you kindly, Miss..."
"...Vespyr."
The glint and the laugh in his eye was... knowing. And his gaze went up to meet hers, as perhaps some sort of understanding had occurred between the two of them. Maybe it was not on the same level of "equality," but the level of understanding this boy had of this girl and her actions rose by that much more.
He would continue to cackle, but calmly, lightly.
A small cloud of smoke for every chuckle.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 9, 2011 16:26:25 GMT -8
“It’s nothing,” Vespyr replied. She nodded, her head tilting subtly and almost not at all as she turned to continue walking in the direction of home, assuming the redhead would tag along behind her. Almost a full minute of silence—excluding the quiet footfalls that lead the two through an alleyway and onto a tree-lined street—passed by before she would speak again. Meanwhile, the shade from full-leafed branches above silently dappled the sidewalk and dim spots of sunlight moved over Vespyr’s white hair as she passed beneath. She pondered with a curious hint of a grin on her otherwise stern face: how smart was the boy, truly? What was his game?
“I do wonder, though. Why be a dog?”
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 19, 2012 14:32:40 GMT -8
Dog? Human? Difference? Apathy? The boy followed after her, tailing at the ends of her trench coat, comfortable little puffs of smoking trailing after him, his body adjusting rather well to the new intake of nicotine he was inducing on himself. Though, it was troublesome not to laugh at Vespyr's following question for the boy who didn't even need to think twice on it.
She would have to be satisfied with a very rare grin from the boy whose feet fell up and down in a very soldier-like manner as he marched quickly.
"Easy," he would say, starting to walk beside her with quicker, more normal steps, though looking straight ahead.
"Don't care. Helps the act. In fact, I encourage 'et."
"...And whatever floats your boat, Miss," he would add, slowly turning to her with the cigarette still glowing in its comfortable new home. His two forefingers slunk up the sides of his lips, holding onto it as he took a moment to take a long drag, the embers suddenly rushing quickly towards him, incinerating the long thing in his mouth. Long streams of smoke soon after trailed out of his nostrils, as he faced forward again, lagging only slightly at her side so that his stray eye could keep watch of wherever the girl trailed.
"...Aahhhh...shhh....."
"=D"
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 19:43:23 GMT -8
“Mm. Interesting.”
Without a doubt, Vespyr saw the boy as a rather entertaining enigma. But the reasons for her unprecedented interest in the boy remained undisclosed behind the dark violet-tinted windows of Vespyr’s eyes, for the present.
“Where do you live, Tuvlan?”
Having already made an assumption based on his bedraggled appearance, she inquired merely for the purpose of sliding casually into the next bit of conversation she had planned. After all, she wasn’t leading him down this specific path through the city on a whim…
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 19:55:50 GMT -8
I Am Hobo Man. Saving The World... ...Wherever I May Be That Day. =D "=D?"
The boy quickly aborted the spent cigarette from his mouth, long wafts of smoke exiting out of his orifices as his smile nearly made him choke. He had a very hard time not laughing at this question. Stopping abruptly for emphasis, the boy suddenly turned his entire upper torso to...
...Point at the school...
...Point at the nearby park...
...Point at the nearby bench they had just passed by...
...Point at the garbage dump by the school...
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 20:13:26 GMT -8
“Well, that explains…”
...why my nostrils have been SUFFERING.
“Hmm.”
The girl was silent for a few moments, obviously deep in contemplation.
“Hmm.”
…Or deep in something unfathomably more corrupt than mere ‘contemplation’ did justice to, although kept under the guise of good will. In the silence that followed, Vespyr took a drag of the cigarette and grinned privately. The smoky aroma of black cherry cloves lingered in her wake as she patiently dropped her baited hook into the waters:
“I could offer you something better.”
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 20:23:16 GMT -8
REALLY!? "=D?"
The boy looked rather excited. Because, even the prospect of having a home at all was amazing. He had slept on beds before. They were comfortable. And comfortable was good and desirable. That and... the smoke of the cherry cloves was quickly developing a strong tie-in with the boy and she smelled like black cherry cloves and therefore smelled of fantastic.
He tilted his head, looking at her with increasingly great interest...
...Probably because his nicotine level was already dropping dramatically already.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 20:34:26 GMT -8
"That is, if you'll work for me."
Of course, there was always a catch... But the boy wouldn't know the full extent of it until Vespyr had probed into his mind enough to know just how to keep him lured in.~
She glanced back at the boy and observed the rather positive reaction, retaining her smile solely for the purpose of not scaring him off with her true intentions. The mask she wore was tedious and uncharacteristic, but necessary.
She tossed him the pack of cigarettes, and after a moment of hesitation, the lighter.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 20:50:41 GMT -8
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I NEED THIS "=D!?"
With what was only the beginning of eventuality, His fingers groped in the air, his fingers as squiggles. And that's when she actually tossed both the pack and the lighter at him. With a vast amount of fighting experience, the boy suddenly shot both his hands outward, snapping them both in mid-air. His eye was quick to observe and he snapped up a cigarette into his left forefingers of his left hand while he held the pack against the palm of his hands with his lower fingers. His right hand took three sparks before he got the lighter going and began going through the cigarette rather quickly.
...The cigarette burned away in half in the span of five seconds. Any signs of excitement burned away with the cigarette, as the boy's breathing returned to a normal pace, a look of "normalcy returning.
Politely, the boy offered the pack and the lighter back to this gracious Vespyr.
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