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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 13, 2009 18:26:58 GMT -8
Splish splash takin' a bath, rubber ducky and me! Yea. Heh. Seasame street throw back, but he honestly did feel like he was taking a bath at this point, each one of those rain drops soaring from the sky and pelting his body with a force akin to the hammer of the gods. If only. Instead of ones self-generated dellusions, the rain was honestly not typhoon level, instead, they were simply coming down in a pattern just a little stronger then a spring rain, and here he sat. A stoop his place of refuge, the rain still managing to strike him despite the fact he had some cover above in the form of a very tiny awning. His white dress shirt, socks, and shoes were all tucked into a very small corner in order to keep them from getting wet.
The black suit jacket and dress pants were water proof due to a chemical addition in their creation, it was meant to keep stains from being able to get onto it, something like acrylic, thus the water just washed off of him and could not soak what it could not reach. That white hair was matted down and unmoving as he sat there, the wind uncapable of uplifting it from its plastered roots. Eyes were closed, his face in a complete sense of stillness unmoving, even should the chance happening brinig about gail force winds, stalwart in their stance. It was a bit of pink tinted flesh that broke that barrier first, his tongue, outwards, sliding slowly along that lower lip first, bringing a much needed clearing of far too much hydration, then the upper, clensing it too of the burden it held.
The rain. Those eyelids slid upwards, opening and giving him a new feeling of realization, which in turn caused that chest to rise up and out sharply, only to exhale in an equally sharp fashion causing what one would know as a sigh to escape his lips into the chilled, moist, air. " I really do love the rain.." Voice barely audible, those vocal chords must have strained to even produce a sound with the sort of effort that was put into it, but that was what happened when one was thinking aloud and managed to speak said thoughts. The rain though, clensed his thoughts, that is, the thoughts of bad sort, not keeping him locked into past, it just drowned out all the noise and left him sitting there alone.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 1:09:15 GMT -8
Sara ran across the field, holding her books over her head. She needed to get a new bag after her last one broke. God, how she hated the rain. She moved at a slow jog, trying not to slip on the mud forming on the ground. All she needed was to fall, get filthy and need to go home. She had missed more then enough school as it was.
It wasn't raining hard, but hard enough to have her clothes sticking to her, making her uncomfortable, the bottoms of her jeans, to long for her, muddy and wet. These were her favorite jeans. She wished the buildings were all connected, that way she wouldn't have to run between them when it was raining.
She turned a corner around a building, keeping close to the wall. It was muddier here, but that was alright, because she had the added benefit of using the wall as support. She was almost to her destination. Thank god, if one more thing went wrong, she was just going to say fuck it, and go home. Up ahead, she could see someone sitting. Damn. She would have to move away from the wall. She got closer, and did just that, stepping a few feet over to move around him.
" I really do love the rain.."
She turned to look at him, and then the inevitable happened. She slipped.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 1:55:49 GMT -8
It seemed as if someone had heard him as the girl had turned back, after she had been running in such a quick fashion, trying to escape from the outreaching arms of the rain.. you could not escape that which was everywhere, and thus, it was part of the reason why he enjoyed it so, most people tried to escape from it and it left him alone to his peace and quiet. This girl though. Was unfortunate, as just as she had turned her form to recognize what had been said, his eyes had slid open and she had slipped. It was not even out of concern for her really, but instinct instead.
His foot shot out, just below her falling body, catching her in the crook of his aknle just at the shoulder, he did this and almost threw her back upwards, catching her as he still sat there, in those very, very, very large arms of his. His glance had automatically shifted downward to look at just what his ESP like reflexes had managed to catch this time. As marvel liked to say. He had spidey senses man, they just reacted on their own and he did not have a choice about when or how he would activate or turn them off.
Back to the point. That brow of his was now cocked as he glanced down to this much smaller female, whom could quite easily fit in his lap, he kept hold of her, unmoving. "My my. Seems you are not yet used to the rain." He said this though, with this brow staying upwards, as he was indeed perturbed. This female was familiar, VERY faniliar. "Ahhh... I remember you. You were fighting that foul mouthed Russian boy." Of course how could he forget that fight. Even if he had had a bit of the sauce, he was perfectly coherent.. a little bottle like that wouldnt even dent his appetite.
She could fight. He had to give her that much. Even if she fought dirty, as far as he was concerned she was outmatched and she was merely evening the odds, though if she tried that with him, he'd have broken her in two the minute she went for the nads. That was the one place on a man you never went after, just like you shouldnt hit a girl in the breasts, because it was just down right rude to do. Nothing more needed with that.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 2:21:58 GMT -8
Sara had slipped, her body dropping backwards towards the ground. Her eyes closed out of instinct and she braced herself for the impact. But instead of the ground, her drop was stopped half way by something catching her. She flinched, and before she could even open her eyes to see what had happened she was thrown forward, feeling herself hit something very large. Whatever had caught her seemed to be holding her to it. She opened her eyes and found herself facing the guy who had been sitting there. He towered above her, looking down at her, eye brow cocked.
"Uhhh..." This guy was huge. She hadn't really payed much attention to him, thinking more about the rain and getting to class. She had thought he looked big, but hadn't second thought herself. Now that she was so close... He was HUGE. This guy had to be like 8 feet tall. She was a baby in comparison to his size at only 5' 2".
"My my. Seems you are not yet used to the rain. Ahhh... I remember you. You were fighting that foul mouthed Russian boy."
His arms remained locked around her, and he wasn't moving. He had seen that fight? She blushed remembering it. It wasn't one of her fondest memories. She gently tried to push away from, not wanting to offend the talking mountain. "Ya... I did fight him... You saw that?" She gave an anxious little laugh.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 2:48:41 GMT -8
As large as he was, this girl should have considered herself a part of a very lucky crowd as usually he would have let her face plant on the concrete and laugh about it afterwards. The rain did odd things to his persona, however, it made him more at ease and settled down thoughts of the past to nothing more then a mere whimper of what they were usually. This provided those interacting with said talking mountainm, with a rare glimpse at something that was actually quite capable of working in society as well as high class ordeals should said need arise. Still. He was a man of one sound mind, and with her in his arms he had to grin abit, admiring her tiny little form.
Something about females tiny compared to him just cranked his chain.. guess what though? Most females WERE tiny to him so he got his chain cranked frequently. =D Either way, he held to her for a little longer, those eyes locking to her own, seemingly lost in the moment.. er.. if you could call it that, he was watching her quite carefully, more so then most people would even be aware of at first. Lips licked over and he released her slowly, allowing her to rise to her own feet, but the large man would have shifted to the side, her hand still in tow and offered to move her to sit down under the dry stoop. He was far too large to fit under the thing enough, but with him there and the small roof above she should not have been getting soaked any longer.
Oh, and he noticed that blush, quite quickly actually. It was the sort of thing he was always looking for when dealing with the opposite sex, for some it meant it was a target to exploit, for others the blushed for no reason at all. "Yes. Yes I saw your fight. It was interesting to say the least, not many females can hold their own.. thought honestly I just think its because they refer to try rather then that they are unable." That said he turned his head over towards her, smile on his face, after all, in speaking about her he would have gone on to state that, "After all, you are proof to that are you not?" A bit of a snort like chuckle and he turned head back forwards, enjoying the rain.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 3:07:11 GMT -8
He grinned down at her. She was shocked by how large he was. She didn't know that she had ever seen anyone so big before. She felt like a child, both in size and mind as she stared at him, just completely amazed at him. His eyes locked onto her, and he licked his lips. She felt her face redden further. This was awkward... She felt his arms loosen though, and she pushed herself slowly to her feet, keeping her eyes locked on his. He had moved over so she sat down next to him to catch her breath. With his size and the small awning covering them, she found she stayed relatively dry. She was silent for a moment then he spoke.
"After all, you are proof to that are you not?"
She thought about this for a moment. Of course she could hold her own. She was strong. But that fight hadn't ended well. At least not as well as she had hoped. She dropped her head, deciding not to comment on what he had said.
"Umm... thanks for helping me... That really would have sucked." She looked back up at him, way up, and gave him an appreciative smile, because she did appreciate it, and a shy giggle. She really didn't know what to make of him. She was surprised she had missed this giant at the fight. She guessed in the heat of the moment you missed a lot of things.
She turned her head forward, noticing her books on the ground. "Tch... shit..." She stood and walked over to them, bending over and picking them up quickly. They were now soaked and muddy. Nu huh, she was not going to class now. That was the last straw. She turned back to him, a sad look on her face and returned to her spot next to him.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 3:25:57 GMT -8
She stared. It did not bother him in the least either, he merely smiled to her, as after all, he was quite.. believe me. QUITE. Used to people staring at him as if he were some ancient dinosaur come back to life. Then she thanked him for saving her, he of course chuckled slightly, "Ah.. it was no trouble, after all, I did not even think about it, it was an instanteous instinctual reaction. " Which it was indeed, he had not even thought about saving the lithe little girl sitting next to him now, protected from the rain. He of course had that water proof suit jacket and suit pants on, so it was not as if he were going to be worried about the rain, and hell, even he did not have that, he would have worried about it either way.
Then she got up, those eyes instantly went to her books and then cocked back, and well, lets just say he got a nice little view of her backside when she bent down to pick up her books.. oh how he fought the want to just reach forwards and give her backside a nice swift slap, she had presented it so nicely for him, but he sat there, his elbows rested neatly on his knees, instead just watching her as she did that. "Mm. Soggy books.. tis no good. I would take it you wont be going to class now?" He asked. Of course. He had an agenda going for this question, that is if she was up to agree with a little bit to eat as he found himself craving foooood. Of course.. we wont go any further then that agenda wise.
Helmet head was back though. YOU SHOULD HAVE GRABED HER TUSH! DONT PLAY ZE COWARD! Lord. How long had it been since he had bothered him? Weeks? Months?.. God. It had not been since he was here in town last time, and it seemed he enjoyed this place quite a bit.. at least the gay terrorist had not come back yet.. oh how he hated that persona.. hated it SOOO much. Either way. He imagined if she did not plan to go to class he could have offered her his jacket and led her to his car so they could have gone and gotten something to eat out of this stuff.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 3:54:58 GMT -8
"Mm. Soggy books.. tis no good. I would take it you wont be going to class now?"
Sara sat back down, her soggy books in hand. She was sad about that. Why did she always drop everything? This was ridiculous. She hated how she appeared clumsy in front of random people. Only when she was going about, doing something completely normal and expected, did something happen and she made a fool of herself. She sighed.
"No, I'm not going to class now." She gave a small laugh. "It's ok though, I'm not behind in this class, so a day off won't be so bad." If she was leaving, she was leaving for the day. She wasn't going to come back once she left. She turned her head to look back up to him. "Why do you ask?"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 4:05:23 GMT -8
"Due to the fact I am getting rather hungry and have decided I will go for food. Would you care to join me? My treat?" He asked that smile back on his lips once more as he looked to her. Did he have sinister plans behind his question? BWHAHAHA? Perhaps. Either way, he was hungry despite ideals otherwise, and right now, he was having a hankerin' for some burnin' hot buffalo wings, or at least some chicken.. he loved chicken.. chicken was gooood. Also. As far as leaving was concerned? He did not show up for half of his classes any how, why did you think he had been a College Sophmore for nearly two years now? Because he just straight up did not show up to school for any other reason then to roam around.
And he was a pedo. Pedo bear. Pedo bear. Hehehehe. =D Would you like some cccaaandy little girl? He doubted she'd fall for that trick, but still, the laughs that could have been had if someone whom could coherently think beyond candy candy, would have been immense, epic in proportion even. None the less. He rose from his seat, that jacket of his removed from his form, showing off that... rather epic body, given the fact he was a giant, he was already large, but with the genes of the Katashi clan surging through his body he was naturally bulky and appeared akin to a body builder. Add in the fact he was scarred to hell and back and you had a very interesting sight to see. "I'll even let you use my jacket. Its water proof. Should be large enough to cover all of you."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 4:41:01 GMT -8
"Due to the fact I am getting rather hungry and have decided I will go for food. Would you care to join me? My treat?"
Sara looked up at him, returning his smile. She considered. Travis would probably slap her upside the head for agreeing. Common, small little girl, HUGE WALKING TALKING MOUNTAIN. Only someone very stupid, very confident, or very bored would agree to go. She happened to be most of the above. Sara wasn't stupid, but she was naive. This guy had saved her from falling in the mud, and had sheltered her from the rain. How bad could he be? As for confidence? Common, this was Sara. Most of her fights were a result of her being far to confident in her abilities. As for boredom, she was always bored, and now that she wasn't going to class... Well why wouldn't she agree to go?
"I'll even let you use my jacket. Its water proof. Should be large enough to cover all of you."
She watched him stand, slipping off his jacket, offering it out to her. Well not that he had done that, she couldn't turn him away. She stood up as well, once again amazed at his huge size. Now that the jacket was off, the sight was even more impressive, more frightening. He was built like a tank. He was huge.
She took the jacket from him, putting it over her head to cover her whole body. She felt so... tiny. She had never felt so small before. The jacket was humongous, falling down to her knees even wearing it over her head.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 4:59:24 GMT -8
She rose and accepted his jacket. It seemed as if she were going to take his offer, goody. Most people were afraid of him because of how large he was, she seemed to be intrigued by it rather then afraid.. at least not in the traditional sense. Despite all the jokes, the behemoth of a many was not going to just wrap her up and drag her off to his underground layer. Katsuri did have some class, regardless of what others presumed to be true before they knew the man. He was crazier then hell, but that did not mean he had manners for the opposite sex.
Picking up his white shirt and those shoes he would have tucked the white shirt down into his pants pocket and walked off towards the parking lot, where of course his car was parked. The pace was slower then he was used to as he was walking in order to keep his movements slow enough that the girl would have no trouble keeping up with him. His stride was easily triple that of a normal persons given his stature.
Upon reaching the parking lot, which was not that far away, his hand disappeared into the pocket free of the shirt, shoes still clamped down by the other hand, and pulled free a keyring, grabbing hold of the alarm alone. He flipped the unlock switch and a simple alarm bleep would have gone off for but a very split second. He smiled looking at it and walked over towards the passenger side, opening the door up and waiting on her to get in before he would have closed it.
The car itself a 1998 Dodge Viper GTS-R. The paint job had been redone when Valekin had rammed his front bumper, it really did not need it, but he was looking for a new color. Thus the thing was now a sleek black, all of it, the racing stripes having been removed. The windows were tinted to a darker shade of black as well so it seemed to be almost night time inside it, but the tint worked in a benefical way as what was outside was far clearer thanks to it. Slipping into the drivers seat he closed it and got situated, shoes set down in the floor. The thing was long. Longer then it should have been, but it was entirely rebuilt, so the whole car was larger then it should have been for a factory viper. It was made to fit his brother whom was also a behemoth.
"Mm.. so.. what do you feel like for lunch?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 17:15:19 GMT -8
Despite the fact that he seemed to be walking slower then he needed to, Sara still found that she had to jog to keep up with him. She found that his jacket was warm though, and dry, and that made her happy. He led her towards the parking lot, pulling a key ring from his pocket. She slowed, staring from him out into the parking lot to see which car was his.
A sweet little... ok, maybe not little, but a really nice car beeped once, and he walked over to it, opening the door for her, and holding it open. She stood for a few seconds, admiring his car, and then jogged forward, slipping off his jacket as she jumped into the car. He closed the door.
She took some time to examine the inside. She was always fascinated being in new cars. She loved all the different buttons, and she found she could entertain herself forever playing with them. But she managed to keep a hold of her urges and didn't play with the buttons. It was so dark inside, but it was a really nice car. Like him, it was bigger then normal, and she was once again struck by the feeling of being extremely tiny.
He slipped into the drivers seat, and she looked up at him. "I love your car!" The excitment was apparent. She really wasn't a car person, but this car was just awesome.
"Mm.. so.. what do you feel like for lunch?"
She continued to glance around the car as she answered him. "Umm, I'm not picky, where ever you want to go, 'kay?" She looked up at him, giving him another smile.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 18:12:59 GMT -8
That keychain was produced once more in his hand, the largest key of the punch slipping into the steering column and with that a simple turn and the thing kicked over letting a rather loud roar out as the engine moved itself into gear. The inside was suddenly illuminated, not by the outside, but rather dark blue LED's which quite frankly seemed to be everywhere, tinting everything in a faint blue. The dash, each and every button was now lit up with a slightly brighter shade of blue, clear labels popping out such as "Radio" "Defrost" "Window Lock" and some less known buttons, such as a square box with antennas on it, if one did not realize what that was you were an idiot. It was a television symbol, and where pray tell was the TV?
It was in the dash in an enclosed groove that if you were not looking for would not have been able to find. The bags in this car were gone, instead, high-density foam projectors had been put in instead, it was still considered experimental, but if the thing HAD managed to be wrecked, there would be no worry of the people inside being damage. The radio turned on no sooner then he had started the car, the CD player reading a disc, and then a few seconds later the sounds of Three Six and Chamillionaire kicked out from the speakers which were riddled all about the car, it rattled slightly, and yet the volume was not even up, the bass was just increased to the point it had the car slightly rocking, probably causing the other cars around it to rock as well.
You could feel it. Doe Boy Fresh was going through said speakers, and it should have felt as if she were completely enveloped by the music, because quite frankly she was. He leaned a little further forwards and turned the volume down a couple of notches so it was not quite as loud and then slipped back into his seat, kicking the car into gear and beginning to pull off from the parking spot in order to head out. "Mm. How about some chicken wings and some crown?.. oh wait, not old enough for alcohol are you.. um. Some soda I guess. " He said with a bit of a chuckle, not even thinking about the fact she was probaly quite underage. Ahh well.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 20:00:20 GMT -8
He turned on the car and it lit up in a soft blue light. Sara stared at the dash amazed at the small little lights that lit up across it. The car vibrated from the bass of the music. Her body tingling and vibrating with it. She was sure that even outside the car, it would be the same way, the vibrations moving through someones legs as they stood there. She was amazed by the fact that she could feel the music. She had seen cars like this from the outside, but it was the first time she had ever been inside one. This car... was awesome. She wished she had a car of her own. He leaned forward and turned down the volume.
"Mm. How about some chicken wings and some crown?.. oh wait, not old enough for alcohol are you.. um. Some soda I guess. "
The put the car in gear and pulled out. She looked at him sitting there, in all his... hugeness. Chuckling. She thought for a second. She guessed it would have made sense to ask how old he was first.
"Ya, soda for me... I'm 17." She had drunk alcohol before, I mean, what teen hadn't, but she wasn't fond of what it did to her. She preferred to be the one who made sure everyone else was ok. She was perfectly fine with that role. "How old are you then?" She turned her head, staring out the window as she waited for an answer. Only know was it occurring to her that this might have been a bad idea. But oh well... She would handle any problems as they came up.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 20:23:09 GMT -8
Seventeen. Sweet sweet seventeen. She was underage, just barely. She was hardly far from difference in age to the leviathan though. He after all was merely, " Twenty one. I am twenty one. Hence my comment about crown. They make good whiskey. " Speaking of that though, his hand disappeared for a moment into the middle compartment between the two and procured the bottle from within, it was full to the brim. "Only problem is with being as big as I am, it takes nearly an entire bottle to even wet my appetite. " Oh, that was not even taking into consideration getting shit faced, it took nearly quadruple that to get the man shitfaced, but that was mere whiskey after all. There were FAR stronger things out there.
As he pulled out of the driveway to the parking lot, he would have popped the lid from the bottle with one hand, the bottle inbetween his legs, and he dropped the lid into the center console. The hand that had done all of this slipped back around it and he leaned back, his free hand steering the car.. though, she had nothing to fear, as if he had to get serious, that one hand alone was far more then enough to move this baby around. The radio kicked over and Gorillaz began to blare from the speakers all over, Feel Good, the ironic situation being that he probably should not have been sipping on something to feel good, and this song did not help matters none. Raising the bottle to his lips he took a long swig and glanced over to her.
"Ever even had alcohol?" He asked with his brow furrowed, eyes and head having set back to the road, but a smile was on his lips to the question. It was his vice. His one true vice.. he could not live without the stuff in at least some shape or form. He had drilled it into his head that it helped him relax, took away all the pain and the bad memories, and even though the male could process liquor like it was water, it was not going to help his persona any time soon because of that, as he could inhale far more then a normal person could, increasing the dependency factor exponentially if one stopped to do the math. None the less. If a cop were to pull him over, the only thing he would have to worry about was the open container laws, as there was no possible way he could have blown over the legal limit with just one bottle of crown. It was comfort liquid. Not shit-face liquid.
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