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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 21:00:13 GMT -8
Vespyr would accept only the lighter, gesturing for him to keep the pack of cigarettes with a simple dismissing wave of her slender hand.
“Keep it. Gift from me to you.”
She had more cigarettes than she needed. It was true that she also had a plethora of lighters at her disposal, but… she couldn’t trust the boy with such a tool yet; not until she knew his the extent of his tendencies and capabilities. Having her home ravaged by another fire was not on her list of current objectives.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 21:10:34 GMT -8
Real Business Talk "Better'n a fuckin' kitty treat, I'll tell you, but food's food. Thank you much, Miss," the boy said suddenly, self-assured. His eyelid lowered down slightly as smoke trailed after him. He would pocket the packet delicately... smoking the rest of his cigarette rather slowly.
He turned to her with a sharp, maybe even shrewd eye...
"...Working for you entails as you said, beating people up?"
The boy was smiling, but there was... perhaps a bit of thinking behind this one, the smile's purpose yet uncertain.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 21:30:27 GMT -8
“Yes.”
The boy sniffed out her motives rather quickly, she noted.
“Smashing things.”
Vespyr’s eyes were fixed on the sidewalk ahead of her, the smile—and all emotion, for that matter—absent from her visage. The façade had grown tiresome. She would keep a constant few paces ahead of the boy at all times just so that her face was out of his line of sight. Thus she was freed from the obligation to dilute her demeanor in such a way that was demeaning to her sense of detachedness; the inherent darkness, not of light but of thought, returned to her gaze with the haste of a murder of crows flocking to a carcass in the road.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 22:06:21 GMT -8
You Don't Seem To Understand.~ "Kukukukuku..."
It's true. What the girl had said to him, confessed to him, even keeping her face out of view, was funny to the boy. Very rarely was he approached with such diplomatics for free, much less anything else. All Public High Schools seemed to retain some level of violence. Some form of disparaging mannerism in which one needed to beat the tar out of the other. And as long as there were at least two people standing, one person needed to go down.
The boy, even before being granted "consciousness" was used to such work.
...But it was the first time he was offered something he actually desired. Needed. And anyways, everyone won.
"I'd do it anyways, for free.~"
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 22:07:21 GMT -8
"Good to hear... But there's more."
..?
"I need a certain... promise. A pledge of loyalty, if you will."
Vespyr did turn her face toward him now, deliberately throwing her 'mask' to the wind as she stared at him with a hint of cold authority in her eyes. She was not smiling. So stark in contrast was this visage to the one she had previously worn that she might have been a different girl altogether. Someone far worse; someone who would not have found any interest or value in the boy at all, and who would not have hesitated to reach out and snap the boy's neck on a whim.
"I do not tolerate flaky people."
Enough said, she tilted her skull back to its forward position and fixed her eyes a few hundred feet ahead of her, where there was a pause in the unkempt foliage lining the sidewalk.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 22:08:12 GMT -8
Stare At Death. And Laugh. And then she looked at him. Not as his angel savior, not as a philanthropist, nor even as a person ruled with moral conscious. There was no smile, no warmth, no lies, no... mask. The boy's already slowed blood felt a certain chill run through it as her violet gaze seemed to pierce right on through him...
His chest lifted up and down violently, as he stared back her, the smile dropping from his gaze, as though seriously looking at her for the first time.
"..."
He was trying not to laugh.
His cheeks fluttered. He failed.
"KUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKUKU"
The boy's entire body hunched over, leaning forward, towards her, stopping where he stood.
"FUCKIN' PLEDGE? LOYALTY? TO YOU?"
An impossibly insane look came over his face, as he stared at her, unafraid, undettered, un---
"...You underestimate the amount of free time I have."
...He was grinning. Sincerely. No "fear" (he was still a bit shaken at the reality of it all), just assurance, tilting his head rather strangely at her. There were no masks that could fit this boy.
"Sure. Whatever you want, Miss."
=D
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 22:18:06 GMT -8
"Mm. Good. I need to know I can trust you. That is all."
Did she trust him?...
"And in turn I can assure you that I will make myself trustworthy to you, as well..."
Fat fucking chance.
"Understand, Tuvlan, that trust is not something that I do often, or allow others to do unto me."
But that's not to say...
"It is a very rare thing."
...there's no room for a bit of development.~
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 22:27:30 GMT -8
Easy Crowd The boy only continued to grin as he looked at her, the smoke drifting loftily from his cigarette, lolling it on his lips every now and then. He gave her a pensive, sentimental look.
"You ain't Warmth. An' if we see 'er, we leave her be."
Vague references to a person he had... never seen again. Warmth may as well have abandoned him. But this...
"...You had me at the kitty treat."
He was grinning at her rather happily. Food? These wonderful things called cigarettes? And then something better, more stable than his vagrant lifestyle?
Nothing hidden on the boy's face. He yearned for this. It mattered not if this Vespyr were an angel or a messenger from the Devourer of Worlds himself.
The boy was hers.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 22:35:45 GMT -8
"I see..."
The corners of her lips twitched into a sly grin that was all her own, not belonging to any mask.
"Well. In any case I suppose you'll... have to trust me."
Really, once he was presented with the harsh reality of his new home and lifestyle, he would have no other choice but to trust that the femme was not leading him into a death trap for her own amusement. And if he didn't trust her?
He'd better run for his life.
"...If you decide to stay here."
Where? He would soon find out.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 22:51:23 GMT -8
Nothing To Lose... The boy's grin... darkened.
"...I won't ask if you won't.~"
A look of almost indifference to the stake of his life on his face.
"Lead on, Miss."
Not "almost."
He was rather... accepting of the whole situation. And all the more accepting of her.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 21, 2012 23:14:00 GMT -8
"Mm. I intend to."
Vespyr turned onto a path to her right that would have otherwise gone unnoticed, for the untidy hedges along the sidewalk all but shielded it from view. It was an uncanny boon for Vespyr that it should remain hidden this way. In fact, nearly everything about the place which they were about to enter could be considered a stroke of luck, for it was very naturally obscured from society. Thus far, she had had very few problems keeping it all to herself.
They would emerge into a valley between two buildings that lay in the cool shade of a canopy of eucalyptus trees. The grass on either side of the light-dappled sidewalk was overgrown, the long stalks swaying in the slight breeze. Despite the lush, liberated green of the unbridled foliage, there was something melancholic about the scene; the sense that it had been forgotten by the society that had created it.
"You have to understand something, Tuvlan. I won't mislead you."
Vespyr's voice carried clearly in the seemingly unpolluted air, but in actuality she was speaking barely above a whisper.
"I am not a very nice person.~"
Even quieter, now... on purpose?...
"In fact, many call me the worst of people."
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 21, 2012 23:39:19 GMT -8
Indifference On purpose, the boy looked at her with an almost mocking look. And then, with the cigarette still burning in his mouth, he smiled for her. That smile that he showed the rest of the world, that stupid, unassuming smile. Only behind the playful twinkle of his smile could an almost bitter observation of the boy's actual stance on the matters be perceived.
"Good? Evil? Nice? Worst? Mislead?"
It was hard for the careful listener to not see the very deeply hidden amount of detachment the boy possessed... at the core of his very being. The core of "Tuvlan."
"...I've not been saved by the charity of man, nor killed by their pity nor their cruelty."
Simply put, the boy just simply was.
It did not matter to the boy. Only the comfort he had long desired for, that was just within reach. There was no difficulty with which the boy followed after Vespyr."Insofar as I understand you are housing, feeding, and actually offering good hygiene. And this is so I can do what I love on people you hate, people you need it done on."
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 22, 2012 0:30:13 GMT -8
"That is relatively accurate, yes."
Vespyr listened carefully as Tuvlan spoke, for the small insights she was being offered were crucial. The boy, whether deliberately or otherwise, was revealing himself to her bit by tiny bit: his detachment from society; an affinity for violence; the desire for shelter… or perhaps the desire to be sheltered? All of this was noted, and Vespyr would play upon each separate key when the time was right.
"I suppose I will just have to let you be the judge, then."
As she said this, Vespyr cast him yet another grin. A rather flippant one, at that. They had arrived at the end of the path, where a thick barbed wire fenced barred them from entering what appeared to be an empty parking structure. Vespyr, by some stealth of the hand, produced a set of keys from the depths of her coat pocket and turned to wriggle one of them into a padlock on the fence. Once it came unhooked, she loosened the heavy chain that fettered the barricade snugly against the cement wall, and pulled the gate open just enough for them to fit through. She went in first, of course, and locked the gate behind them.
A human skull peered up at them from the dirty floor, resting sideways in the dust amongst countless other bones and debris. Vespyr glanced down apathetically and kicked it out of her path. The thing skid and clattered and rolled away into the shadows.
“Please, watch where you step.”
And thus she began leading the trek against the garage.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jan 22, 2012 0:45:14 GMT -8
Follow The (New) Leader! =D With encouraged amusement, the boy simply smiled back at Vespyr's smile with no more reason or purpose than hers. Simply because he wanted to, simply because he wanted to convey his happiness. Although it appeared as though the boy was not paying attention to the path, though, even as they came to the end, perhaps only Vespyr would notice that his eye was constantly straying to and fro, taking in this new route. All the more it could be noted, especially and perhaps only by Vespyr... how secretly impressed the boy was with how well hidden this place had remained from his vagabond ways.
He simply... nodded. There was very little else to discuss, after all.
When they halted for a moment, they were in front of a large, imposing barbed fence. Without heading back to get several layers of carpet, it would be impossible for the boy on his own to get past here intact. But, to the boy's decreasing surprise, Vespyr produced the keys, undoing the padlock presently set in front of them.
...Following after Vespyr, he would crouch down, almost getting onto his knees, to squeeze in through the crack that Vespyr created for them. Afterward, he would be waiting and brushing his hands against his dirtied clothes as he waited for her to lock the door behind them.
Unfamiliar territory.
Keeping a bit closer to Vespyr, the boy would almost jump, smiling as he did in his ever-increasing enthusiasm as the girl kicked away a dried up skull. There were no word to describe the boy's excitement right now. Smiling the fool, the boy would even begin to skip after her...
...His cigarette nearly burned away to the nub.
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Post by Vespyr on Jan 22, 2012 0:52:48 GMT -8
Glancing back, Vespyr saw how far the glowing end of the boy’s cigarette had advanced toward his lips, and she tossed him the lighter to keep him talking; by now she had noted and firmly established the correlation between his intake of smoke and his output of coherent thoughts. She imagined him for a moment as a sort of coin-operated boy, only the coins were cigarettes.
“…Need to find something a little longer-lasting…”
Because surely, this was bound to get tedious.
“Perhaps the hookah.”
Vespyr, with a silent twinge of delight upon remembering she even had a hookah, began to ascend the stairs at the far end of the garage. But upon reaching the top, they were fenced in from all sides. No matter. Vespyr’s key-wielding hand moved toward a padlock that appeared to be attached uselessly to the fence, and unlocked it. Then she pushed on the fence, which seemed like a useless thing to do, but then the center of the chain-link fence opened up in the shape of a rectangle, much like a door.
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