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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 20:52:44 GMT -8
Bastille suddenly let her crimson red hues look at the German. She took in his appearance and everything at once then smirked. “we escaped” was all she could come up with. Standing up she realized she was still wearing the ridiculous nightgown and a pair of white shorts otherwise barefoot and jacketless. She missed her bomber jacket and immediately pouted at its disappearance. In any case she could worry about it later as she gave an incredulous look to the German who was bent over for her disposal. She of course refused out of pride.
Walking past him she seemed to be steady on her feet. She was about 6 paces down the hall when she fell over completely to the ground smacking loudly against it. She grumbled as she got to her feet again but fell this time backwards onto her bottom. She growled loudly in frustration.
It was at that moment her mind seemed to process her trip down to this level. She blinked and turned to glare at him over her shoulder. “never again am I letting you touch me” she hissed recalling his muscle movements in correspondence to holding her limp drugged body. She seemed to visibly fume out smoke. Her face was bright red too.
He had called her cute…and wanted to know about her last master. Gilgamesh…a man full of mysteries that off site had caught Bastille off guard. The knight in shining armor who was more villainous then good, but when it came down to it protected Bastille and loved her at one point. However… he had vanished after she got caught up in a battle to save Homi. He had told her he was engaged already and he wasn’t going to break it. Bastille was angry of course, and she was confused but worst of all extremely hurt and thus sought out a new life away from him. So in actuality she left him and was now here in the united states ignoring every possible flash back she could and failing miserably in both respects. However she was confident, that Gilgamesh was looking for his old slave. Bastille smirked at the memories of their arguments.
However she snapped back to reality quickly, silently scolding herself for getting lost in thought again. Turning back she shot a look at the man and tried to stand up.
“why do you care, my history isn’t that amazing, im sure you’ve heard it before….and why would anyone want to know about an tenacious blond bastard with a severe ego problem!?”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 18, 2008 0:14:58 GMT -8
The 'Why' “we escaped” "Finally hit you, ja?" Kekekeke... Shaking his head in amusement at her amusement. But to his surprise, she was already standing up. Even so roused back up that she could refuse him. Looks like she was getting better. Pity...
Of course, pocketing his hands and standing himself up in an odd hunched manner, watching after her---Ow. Painful landing, it seemed. For himself, it was a hard choice between 'tsking' and laughing. Which, both so strong and potent resulted in him just watching blankly. Just as he was beginning to follow her, in the hopes of catching her, she ended up on ass, growling in obvious irritation.
...What was odd was more for the fact that she, almost as if on cue, turned about, looking at him with an evil glare.“never again am I letting you touch me” Random? Slightly... but it's not like he molested her until she couldn't walk straight or something really weird like that. And anyways, "Itz not like you let me touch you in ze first place." he grinned mildly. "I forcibly took you into mein arms. Und in your state, you ver unable to do anyzing, much less stop me.~" A subtle comment of 'so get stronger if you don't like it. Kekekekekeke' being in the tone of his voice.
...Of course, the look dropped from his face when he saw the state of hers. Crimson. Slightly embarrassed? Hah... He had to turn his head away, making a 'pfft' sound. Mumbling something incoherently to himself. Never understood what it was about girls being embarrassed that lit his fire so much. That too died down, as the Frau Red Eyes was making faces at the floor. Going into another of her 'drunken' stupors or summat, ja?
Luckily, she seemed to realize the oddities of her behavior, and snapped to, as if from a dream, and tried again, in all her stubborn pride, to stand up again.“why do you care, my history isn’t that amazing, im sure you’ve heard it before….and why would anyone want to know about an tenacious blond bastard with a severe ego problem!?” *TAP*
*TAP*
*TAP*
Tenacious blond bastard? Looking at her quickly, he was wondering if she was insulting herself again, this time, conscious---Oh. Wait. 'Bastard'. As opposed to 'Bitch'.. So this was the guy whom she was concerning over earlier, perhaps? Everything else though... an observer would've counted for many of these details in the world. This was, provided, that---"Vell... perhaps it isn't amazing." he nodded, smiling lightly with the tilt of his head.---Before doing a slow one, staring at her oddly, his grin only growing larger.
Finally catching up to her, on her left side, he leaned in on her, not yet touching...: "Ja... vy indeed?"~Care to answer that?
"Unfettered" was getting into one of 'those' moods again, and she was curious to him enough to try out...OOC: Sorry if the end of the post is a bit loopy. I kept on falling asleep/closing my eyes on this part... >_>; |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 20, 2008 13:41:48 GMT -8
Bastille growled and ignored him. She continued to crawl away her muscles contracting and screaming. They wanted to sleep but she wanted to move. She continued to pull herself further down the hall with a great amount of persistence. She thanked the lord that along with a hospital gown they gave her shorts. That was the only point they had earned in any odd years. She continued to throw a fit internally.
“god, you and I have some serious readjustments to make, you…need…to get my body to react correctly to drugs….CORRECTLY..and while your at it, get this guy off my tale…good fighter yes, pervert is a definite yes aren’t all men?! And no he was not even a man yet but I would have given it time…when he did become a man he would be just like the rest of them.”
The only bad thing about this conversation was that the drugs had nothing to do with it. She lashed against god as much as she could. Spoke openly and angrily to him as if he stood right next to her. She would nod in satisfaction at her own words towards him as well.
Meanwhile she made a desperate attempt to make it home, this way or another.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 20, 2008 21:51:58 GMT -8
On Men, Of Sexism “god, you and I have some serious readjustments to make, you…need…to get my body to react correctly to drugs….CORRECTLY..and while your at it, get this guy off my tale…good fighter yes, pervert is a definite yes aren’t all men?! And no he was not even a man yet but I would have given it time…when he did become a man he would be just like the rest of them.” ...All of this spoken in anger, the violence meant, evident in the words. Funny, actually. When was the last time "Unfettered" thought about God? Either way, he slowed himself down to match her pace, at her side... No, not really in a romantic gesture. More rather in a, 'If you can't pick yourself up off the floor, I'll...' sort of way that he walked. But the proud walk that he was accentuating was, for the most part, a farce of what he was really undergoing, on the inside."Ja... vell, pardon me und God for my sex, ja?" he'd reply sarcastically with a smirk, from the side of his face. Not even looking at her, but more rather, still focusing on keeping in tune with her walking speed, sometimes even accidentally stumbling walking ahead. "Itz not like God thought it'd be a bad zing for me to go through all of ze bullshit vomen make men deal vith..."Ooh.
Definite malcontent in his voice, for a moment, just then, although not completely aimed at her, but in his own way, relating. With the same smirk on his face too, suggesting either he wanted confrontation and was in a secret bad mood, or was... Right. And if that sparked some conversation (maybe heated talk, but talk nonetheless), perhaps he'd be able to get inside this girl's head.
...For as long as his stamina lasted, anyways.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 20, 2008 22:07:25 GMT -8
Bastille stopped and glared sparks at him.
“TRY HAVING A PERIOD YOU NUMBSKULL!!!!” she shouted then continued at a faster pace.
In a chibi like manner she continued on her very fast paced crawl. She slowed down however and suddenly collapsed the short distance to the floor, but her head still managed to make a loud cracking noise. She sat their dizzily.
“ugh my head…” she mumbled then raised herself up.
“why do you hate women? I have reasons to hate men…three of them, where are yours?!” she said from her spot on the floor unmoving.
((srry its short))
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 20, 2008 22:51:49 GMT -8
Sex Wars “TRY HAVING A PERIOD YOU NUMBSKULL!!!!” -_-...
Oh. Mature. Real mature. At least, that's what "Unfettered" was thinking darkly to himself, as his sarcastic grins turned more into grimaces, speeding himself up, head forward, as if to bring his body's momentum further along, only to skid to a stop, and hell almost crash into a wall, next to the girl.---*CRACK*
Ow. Did not sound pretty at all.“ugh my head…” "Vell, vats left of it, ja?" wincing almost sympathetically, but heating up to a point where he wasn't a hundred-percent 'AWWW... CUTE GIRL FELL DOWN---MUST GET'-testosterone raged guy. And at most, when she raised herself up, he only went to crouch by her (though it killed his legs slightly to do so), as he rested his hands in between his legs, much like a dog, or a frog, peering over closely at her. A half-closed, slightly livid, but contained look on his face of incredulity at what he was seeing, as if it was among the most sad things he'd ever seen, in a pathetic manner.“why do you hate women? I have reasons to hate men…three of them, where are yours?!” "Oh. Three reasonz? Okay. Sure." The suddenly increasingly sarcastic look on his face crawling back in a more obvious manner. "Vell, ze first reason vas too veak, und got killed on me," a soft mockery tone, as he suddenly violently held out his finger, counting it off with his other hand."Ze zecond reason vas an emotional sponge, und failed to realize my lack of sensitivity due to a man's natural in-born nature, und ze THIRD vas von I actually TRIED to be 'Mister Sensitive'-boy type vith, but showed nuzzing in return like some emotionless robot, as if to completely contradict ze second von... Und for your information, EET IZ UN BITCH FOR ZE MAN TO DEAL VITH ZE VOMAN, VILE SHE IS PMSING ON US." growing in steady intensity, before full-out barking at her. But he still had a slight amount of mastery over himself, but he was leaning over to her, almost as if an invasion of personal space, but he didn't stop there, not until their faces were nearly an inch away."...Und if you vill not allow yourself to 'let' me touch you... zen I vill start to drag you to ze nearest convenience store, VITHOUT your consent, JA!?"
"Because zat's vat men are for... Being your God-DAMNED convenient tools, aren't ve, JA!?"And all of this? Spoken with an angry, erupting, but still creepily smiling look on the boy's face. Oh, she'd just woken up one of the hundreds of deeply buried thoughts and emotions in his head. And in five seconds, if she did not get up on her own, he would suddenly press his whole body upward in a reckless manner, until his upper body was completely in the air, before jumping up with his feet, to bend over and whisk up the girl by her waist, and hoist her over his right shoulder. Again.
His pity was quickly evaporating for the fact that she was having a headache or even the fact that she was overly drugged.---But in the ironical sense, he was still intent on seeing her to a convenience store, to get her her medicine.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 20, 2008 23:26:21 GMT -8
“vell I can play zat game as vell mr. unfettered,” she mocked her lips forming a smile. She propped herself up against the wall despite her head ache and she smiled. Oh hell yes she was grumping. But this grumpy attitude had pissed off another and it was now amusing. She grinned delighted at the turn of events. She especially loved how she had used a German accent. Well Austrian to be exact but she would just hush that off. She liked Austrian better. Though practically the same language it was a hint softer.
“the first, got killed by family for being in the wrong family, and second and third where both perverted bastards only there to touch and feel me up, though both took me seriously as a fighter, they also underestimated me in other ways” she grinned.
“and in that conclusion men are here to serve our every whim for the same amount of decades women where forced to meet their every whim, and trust me that’s a very long time!” she said smirking at the punishment she had just put upon men over the entire world. She grinned brightly at that then turned back.
“and to answer your other question, women actually never know what they want, they keep men running on their toes to see if they pass the test, seems you didn’t pass three times, and as for the period part, dealing with us pmsing, isn’t half as bad as actually having a menstrual cycle, its like getting your groin stabbed once a month. ITS FUN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!” she yelled with a wave of her hands then set herself against the wall again. Her argument was inconsistent and her mind was still jumbled but she was responding to most the conversation.
“by the waaay, seriously do men only think about girls bodies, I feel bad for girls who expect a prince charming who cares only about feelings…it seems to me all they care about is our bodies…seriously answer me…and which way is the drug store…I could really go for a cigarette right now”
She said as she began to push herself up the wall and began to walk against it.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 21, 2008 16:48:16 GMT -8
OOC: Technically, you only know him as 'Thrush' (read some of the above posts)... but I'll let it slide/play it off as if I already told you or you figured it out from somewhere else, if you want.Sex Wars 2 “vell I can play zat game as vell mr. unfettered,” ---This threw off his guard quite a bit. She was mocking him, but there was a derisive smile on her face. Provided, if it was from a guy, he would've knocked him for being impudent, but at this point, he couldn't tell if the girl was messing with him, flirting with him, or even genuinely replying with some heartfelt sarcasm. But she seemed to want to talk, setting herself up upon the wall, still smiling. Smiling---God, he looked away. Had to, though his face wasn't turning about. Starting to feel damned uncomfortable. Yes. This, mixed with his current feeling of irritation...“the first, got killed by family for being in the wrong family, and second and third where both perverted bastards only there to touch and feel me up, though both took me seriously as a fighter, they also underestimated me in other ways” ...Okay, they were both genuinely stepping on each other's sexes. He had to check. Technically, he kinda cheated, but his mom getting killed by his grandfather still 'technically' counted. Bonus points that his father was even weaker and got successfully framed, and unable to protect either of them? Then, there was Calamity, who was actually 'Jenna', who tried mauling him, as he tried to calmly assess what she'd done wrong in attacking a customer, aside from a lot of other internal crap that went along between them.---Wait. Wait. The hell was he thinking? She was most definetely mocking him, though sorta sharing... Wait. Did this make sense? Heck, if he'd pissed her off, why was she still---“and in that conclusion men are here to serve our every whim for the same amount of decades women where forced to meet their every whim, and trust me that’s a very long time!” "Pssh... und now, you're just getting cocky or reedickuluz or both." he mumbled in an undertone, still crouching, sliding his hand over his face in a stressed way of someone who was not liking where this conversation was going... More or less because he was losing to a lot of these points... badly. And wasn't she still suffering from a headache? The barmy way at she smirked derisively only fueled in long-held irritations and annoyances.“and to answer your other question, women actually never know what they want, they keep men running on their toes to see if they pass the test, seems you didn’t pass three times, and as for the period part, dealing with us pmsing, isn’t half as bad as actually having a menstrual cycle, its like getting your groin stabbed once a month. ITS FUN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!” Well, now the German was actually learning something. Perhaps he should be grateful?---Odd, really. It was either he was really angry, really irritated, or this was a really odd and... well, frankly, violent way of bonding with someone? He even had to lean back, just to get away from her flailing her arms, nearly falling backwards, until she stopped, the sweat drops at his brows only growing larger. It was like... he was irritated, stressed, annoyed, yet erect... Damn blood flow -_-. In fact, he couldn't respond at this point, as he was busy trying to come up with a proper rebuttal for the last previous statement. Now, adding on this next one...“by the waaay, seriously do men only think about girls bodies, I feel bad for girls who expect a prince charming who cares only about feelings…it seems to me all they care about is our bodies…seriously answer me…and which way is the drug store…I could really go for a cigarette right now” Keeping up with this lady? It was gonna be the death of him. Barely even noticing until she'd gone a few steps, he rushed up, stumbling forward, but catching himself with his right arm. Still, his chin managed to smash against the floor, as his left arm came too late, but he quickly pushed off, though still not having fully recovered.
With a few quick steps, he was at her side again. Why was he doing this again?... Eh. Hell, the better nature of himself that he chose to deny, the 'gentlemen', he supposed. Not like he was going to say this out loud or anything. "Vell..." trying to control himself from some other uncalled for outburst, in fear of it going about to bite him in the ass, "Ze girls' bodies is definetely a motive for sex... I zink I read somewhere about it being about... 'trying to find a good or compatible mate or sumezing zat is ingrained in ze males' minds." Tiredly carrying on. Well, no, that's inaccurate. He both didn't like this, and wanted to go through with this. An issue of a guy's pride?"And... danke very much, but I'm too busy to zink of vomens' bodies at ze moment... Zer are more important tingz to accomplish." casting a light scowl at her.---"Vait. Did you zay you smoke? How old are... no. Nevermind." Shaking his head lightly, he looked onward at where they were."Ve cross ze street, head right, und head straight ahead. Zen ve gotta loop around zis confusing intersection to get to ze 7-11 at ze corner."...
And that was th...tha...th... Fuck it, he couldn't leave it at that."UND YOU KNOW VAT..." Turning on her, frustration or rage anew, hands pocketed, lest he grab her by the shoulder, and have her perceive it as an assault, as he continued to walk, hunched over. "Try being ze guy vith ze hard, painful zing in his pants, vaking up every single morning to zee it standing tall to greet you, scrunched up in your boxers. And zen all ze terrible slutty or damn good looking clothes zat look absolutely fantastic on gurlz und fraus, and zen having zat zing bulge around in public. VE ALREADY have issuez vith all ze hormones... Vat iz vith ze torture galz put us through, eh?"
"...Und your natural gut lookz aren't exactly very forgiving, eizer, Frau Red Eyes..." he muttered, disgusted (at himself) in an undertone.
Seriously---No. He had to keep his eyes forward. Bad enough that they were arguing over each others sex and genders. There was the fact that she was wearing shorts and the nurse office clothes or whatever it was. Natural curves. Blond hair with silver ends to it---HONESTLY. Oh, and the ever important draw, those dangerous red eyes themselves.
Travesty, honestly.
...His hands were pocketed for another reason, which at pains, he tried to keep the blood out of his face by any means necessary. What was he thinking before? Oh. Right:
This girl would be the death of him, at this rate.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 22, 2008 11:04:25 GMT -8
((technically matt told me and i hear about the german guy named unfettered so i didnt really need to know your name. ^.^ i just liked asking it. poook im posting hold up a sec))
She had sat silently as he continued. Nodding as he did occasionally and making a face or rolling he eyes at things he said. She continued to walk towards the drug store and with a sudden installment of motivation she was walking on her own to feet, though stairs she had to hold onto something. Her body was recovering quickly. And her muscles where only aching now. All would be cured by the tiny little cigarette. And truth was, she liked pain. However headaches is where she drew the line. Should they be called migraines? No they weren’t completely throwing off her train of thought yet.
She let her body lead her to the drug store more then her mind as she smirked at the mans rising uncomfortablility with the subject. She would win and she knew it. It was a fight of words, she always won. She wished she earned points for verbal fight sometimes, though her imaginary point system with real psychical fights was no where near what she thought she deserved.
She turned around the corner indicated to see the 7 11. joy, once again she was off school campus during the day time trying to reach a cigarette. Homi was going to kill her. Bastille stopped as the guy did.
“ah yes, men and they’re own born with torture mechanisms. Yes well you can often make those go away on your own, monthly cycles stay and especially ever since I got stabbed above that area and shot with two bullets in my left thigh the pain is ten times as worse for me.” She grinned brightly as if it where a good thing.
“there is only one time I like the body I have sir, and that is when in battle a guy decides to pay rather close attention to it, so it smacks him in the face. Trust me I know im blessed…” she smirked at her self pride yet torture as well. She hated wearing dresses because of her body. They just became a way for men to see how girlie she actually could be. However that was besides the point, and she had worn a bunny suit before to please the blond bastard. Thank god she was aloud to burn it when it became ripped of her own accord. But she decided to leave that dull note to herself and let this poor fellow off the hook.
“I can smell them…cigarettes….hmmmmm” she grinned evilly as though the scent called for her. However suddenly her breathing went from its normal rate to an accelerated rate. The aura of ‘teasing’ around her dropped in an instant as she felt her heart beat ten times more then she was supposed to. As if her body was pulsing. Was it the scent that had triggered this or what she wasn’t sure. It felt weird. Not painful though she couldn’t breathe and her head still hurt. However this weird pulsing just felt different. She found herself on to cement seconds later. Had she passed out or? No the only thing she couldn’t remember was the pain from falling to the ground. What an odd sensation this was. She began to wonder exactly what it was. She couldn’t move at the moment though….
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 23, 2008 11:47:44 GMT -8
OOC: XD, well, pardon me then. 'Twas just confused.Fall Of The Bastille? “ah yes, men and they’re own born with torture mechanisms. Yes well you can often make those go away on your own, monthly cycles stay and especially ever since I got stabbed above that area and shot with two bullets in my left thigh the pain is ten times as worse for me.” >_>...
'She fights dirty', was all the German thought to himself darkly, as his head lowered down. Choosing to just shut his trap this time around, because simply put... how can one argue against personal injury?---Oh wait. That's right. He was missing an eye. Huh. But this was definetely better then some of the uneducated girls that went about, and there was an actual discussion about SOMETHING. Hell, he'd almost forgotten he could do something besides planning grandiose speeches to persuade masses or thinking in a dark room to himself over some long-accentuated plan to achieve whatever goal he was heading towards. But this was also rather dangerous. In more ways than one.~“there is only one time I like the body I have sir, and that is when in battle a guy decides to pay rather close attention to it, so it smacks him in the face. Trust me I know im blessed…” ...Not that he didn't mind the danger... "Vell, ze good Lord knowz how to do zings justice, at any rate." sneaking a sidelong glance at her. "A curious twist of a blessing und a curse upon all ze men who have to face you zo." Ja. At her eyes. ...Pervert. But in honesty though, he knew where to cut his losses, hence the turn from counter-attacking to simple 'raids' in the verbal battlefield. The war wasn't over yet, by a long shot.
Back to reality: They were just arriving, the German tucking himself a bit more tightly into his clothes. Colder than usual... Or maybe it was because his immune system was a bit lower than the norm.“I can smell them…cigarettes….hmmmmm” An exasperated sigh, he looked at her, not that he should care in the first place about someone else's well being---Wait. Where the hell did she go? "Frau?"..Upon the cement... 'God damn', he thought to himself, sinking himself down to a quick crouch to her. "Oye... Frau Red Eyes... Oye... OYE!"Hunched over, staring at her, hair draping down his face like 'Cousin It', he swept it out past his ear. Damn, this was starting to get annoying. And that was a hearty understatement. Frowning lightly, he was bumped into by a sick looking old bum, whom he promptly threw a glare at. The retreat was immediate, and the German continued to tend---well, stare at the girl. Platonically. Would she wake up soon? Should he trying picking her up again? No... he'd settle for option C.
*Poke*
*Poke*
*Poke*"Oye... Frau... Frau Red Eyes... you gonna make me look after you again zo zoon? Tch, such a damsel in distrezz..."Maybe in ten years, her belly button would begin to bleed, if he kept poking it gratuitously enough.
*Poke*
*Poke*
*Poke*...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 23, 2008 12:03:10 GMT -8
Bastilles energy began to grow. She herself could not move. Paralysis? She stared blankly forwards no replying as her thoughts scrambled to find a way to move again. The aura around her body began to glow. This odd feeling…it was weird , entirely her own aura but it was like it was so big it was breaking through her bodies boundaries. He wanted me to get up and keep moving. He…he…Bastille let her eyes cloud over slightly.
Bastille couldn’t see it, as her aura at first like a white mist, rolled off of her body into a mass lying next to her. A crystalline blue mass of aura began to shape itself protectively around her body. The lion shape was standing and growling. Bastille could hear it. What was that sound? However she couldn’t understand. She was guessing her paralysis was a side effect of releasing the aura. She was trying to call it back into her body but could do nothing at the moment. Such a strange feeling. It was as if ‘he’ was standing right next to her.
The lion seemed to growl angrily at unfettered before lazily sitting down beside Bastille. For a moment it lay beside her as if protective. The next minute it was gone and Bastille sat right back up again. She blinked and rubbed her head.
“what was that?!” she muttered softly.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 23, 2008 12:23:35 GMT -8
Its Like From A Zoo! *Poke*
*Poke*
*Poke*...
Honestly. Couldn't figure out exactly what the hell was going on. The drugs were still in effect or something? But at such a late stage, too? That lacked logic. Scratching his head lightly with his other hand, he sat down on the cement. They were just at the door too, opening and closing in an annoying manner. Sighing, he dropped both his hands to the ground, propping himself, as he began to lean over her, growing impatient. Completely intent on picking her up, he---"HOLY... SCHEISS!"Falling back on his ass (hard, I might add), he quickly flung himself backwards with a quick push from his arms to the ground, 'til he was back in a fighting stance. Finishing its angry growl, it... the thing.. the whatever it was, sat back down next to Frau Red Eyes. Actually, the more he looked at it, it... Ja. It looked like a...
As if he were some crazy man, the thing disappeared, the girl sat back up, rubbing her head.“what was that?!” "Uh.. a... A lion?..." His expression was twisted into confusion, the eyebrow still up in surprise, his breathing still heavy, adrenaline still pumping through, he lowered down his fists, and looked at the girl. Exactly what the hell did she do? But surprise quickly turned to indignity. "Vat ze hell... vat ze hell did you do?...!"A lion.
A goddamn lion.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 23, 2008 17:34:35 GMT -8
((srry its short))
Bastille gave him a werid look then stood up. “what the hell…a lion?!.....i think your mental…I just passed out that’s all…geez mental”
She said rolling her eyes then stalked off towards the shop. She purchased a box of cigerettes and took one out shoving the box into her lone pocket. She found the lighter she kept in her bra and lit the cigarette with ease. Stuffing the lighter back into her bra she let out a deep sigh leaning against the wall. She wasn’t ready to head back to school yet.
“ a lion for peats sake…mental” she cursed. It was suddenly obvious she hadn’t seen it.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 23, 2008 21:13:03 GMT -8
OOC: SHORT! ITS A GOOD TING! =DI Are Not Teh Crazeh... What Chu' Jibba-Jabbin' 'Bout, Ah? “what the hell…a lion?!.....i think your mental…I just passed out that’s all…geez mental” Watching quietly for a moment, he shook his head, following in after her. Was he going crazy? He'd seen Qi abilities before but... no. No, he was definetely not insane. The fact that his current personality was the byproduct of his actual and a predecessor artificial one had no effect on that. >_>
...This, of course, prompted the purchase of a bottle of water and a a packet of Tylenol. Oh, and some Eclipse mints. ("$7.95? Seriously?... Zis iz bullshit...")Coming back out, he popped open the bottle, took a swig, held it by the neck down by his waist, popped in a piece of gum, and looked left and right until he saw her. Following up rather directly by prompting the box of Tylenol in front of her with the curve of an arm in an under-arch manner.“ a lion for peats sake…mental” She hadn't seen it. And he was looking increasingly idiotic in her eyes. -_-"Vell, believe me, Frau, if I vanted to impress you, I vouldn't have chosen a 'lion'. Maybe zomething sexier... like 'Johnny Depp'... or 'Hey, Viggo Mortensen, how's it hanging?' Tch..."...
Where the hell had 'tch' come from? Honestly, it was like with every person, he picked up something new... Hell, was this what you called 'defining yourself'? Shaking his head, he leaned back against the wall beside her, avoiding the puff of smoke, the medicine still held out. It'd been a while since he'd seen a smoker...
Mild turn on, maybe, but the mints weren't just bought off of impulse...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 24, 2008 8:59:36 GMT -8
Bastille let the smoke fill her already damaged lungs. You would think she smoked a lot by the way it seemed to relieve her but she never did smoke more then once a month. She knew it would weaken her bodies fighting power. But that once a month dose and become once every two years after she met Homi and she decided now was a very good time to sneak one in. Bastille never let herself get addicted to the high. No only the affects it had on her body which she didn’t like at all. In fact to be honest she didn’t enjoy smoking. It was just a habit she had picked up before the blond. And after he had left she had picked it up again. Of course before she had done it frequently. So much so that she was forced to get surgery on her lungs which ironically took Homi and her parents hours to put her to sleep for it, and then later the doctor came out saying her lungs where surprisingly clean for a smoker. Bastille felt proud of herself after the surgery. However after the blond had left she just couldn’t bring herself to smoke that much. He had hated it when she smoked. He had hated a lot of things about her. No matter he had no control now. She smirked and finished her cigarette within 10 minutes positive that she wouldn’t have one for another few years. She threw the pack away after crushing it in her hand.
Turning to smirk at him she eyed the box instead. Rolling her eyes silently she took some of the pills and popped them into her mouth. Some = 6. Her body hated drugs, and Tylenol was a drug. She would need about 6 to cover the fever her body would give her later because of it. Her body was nicely immune to tranqs. Though so no fevers there. Another proud fact to go in the book.
Her mind was suppressed for now, and she was calm and feeling great. Walking into the street she stretched her arm over her head letting her back make a cracking sound. She smiled happily as she turned back.
“alright time to find the sword…and face the nurse” she said grinning and gripped her hands around an imaginary sword and then ripped it through the gut of the imaginary nurse.
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