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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 16, 2009 10:41:55 GMT -8
"What about you? I can tell you've changed at least some."
Although still not in her right mind, she gave him a serious look, considering him for a second, debating on the best answer to give him. She had changed more then anyone realized, but whether to tell him this was the problem. The smile returned and she laughed, as though remembering something nice. "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Without giving him a chance to answer she moved on, wondering why the hell she had asked that. "I like the way I am. I'm living an interesting life." She leaned towards him again, smiling, her chest pushing against the tank top, exposing the tip of a large burn scar between her breasts. "There are interesting people in my life." She laughed. "I wouldn't change it for a thing." Leaning back, having felt that she had made her point, she looked out the windshield.
"It's weird being back, but kinda nice. Lots of good memories."
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 16, 2009 16:33:08 GMT -8
He noted that burn scar, but gave it no further attention, instead just shifted a bit, looking up at the red light hovering above him as she continued to talk. Katsuri could say he had lived an interesting life, but honestly,lately it had become stale and boring, no further purpose then just being where he was to live.
"Good memories? Mm, so I take it you classify our little romps as a good memory then?"
He asked with a bit of a chuckle as he glanced up at the sign of an upcoming mom and pop shop. Deciding it would be good enough he would have pulled into the small parking lot and parked that massive thing away from most of the other cars.
Turning in his seat he looked at her, those eyes following over her, questioning what went on in her head, as after all, the large male had on many occasions had her in positions that would put him in jail if a police officer could manage to get hold of him anyhow.
"Either way.. I can understand what you mean."
A shrug of shoulders and he would have slipped that hand down to his door, getting out and closing it back before walking around to the other side and opening hers as well.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 16, 2009 17:26:38 GMT -8
"Good memories? Mm, so I take it you classify our little romps as a good memory then?"She giggled. Yes, giggled. "Some of the best," she replied, giving him a wink and smiling as they pulled into the parking lot of one of those little no name places. Those no name places though, served some DAMN good food if she did say so herself~  Once he parked and turned to look at her, she pulled her hair out of the ponytail, ignoring him as his eyes moved over her. She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it out as she waited for him to finish and get out of the car. When he finally did get out, she smirked at his back. For most men, that not caring attitude bothered them more then anything. In seconds, her door was opened and she stepped out, pressing against him slightly and holding it for a brief moment as she passed between him and the door to go to the little building. See? Two could play that game ! She would then wait, her back turned to him as she looked at the place in front of her and pull her hair back into the ponytail. "Cute. Ever been here before?"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 16, 2009 17:35:28 GMT -8
Some of the best? Mm. Well, he'd classify it as a good memory, perhaps not the best but certainly on the list that much was sure. As he let her out of the car though, she brushed up against him and caused a brow to cock itself upwards, grin there yet again. His hand moved, and she would have felt it ever so slightly grope her backside before he shut the door and turned himself around, acting as if nothing had happened, and instead offering her his arm to hold onto.
"Mm, yea, owners like to be called mom and pop.. weird stuff, but good food."
He shrugged shoulders, and if she'd take his arm then he'd take up walking pace and head into the place, not even bothering to grab a table just yet, instead heading up to the front and placing the order as it was quicker to get food that way.
"I'll have two BLT's, a side of fresh onion rings, and a coke. "
Mmm, bacon. Good stuff. He'd turn towards her if she had followed him up and wait on her to get her order before he'd go elsewhere as this place was so small you grabbed the table after and they had no problems bringing the food out to you.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 16, 2009 19:20:29 GMT -8
She turned and looked at the arm he was offering to her. Grabbing onto it, she wrapped her arms around the trunk of an arm, and pressed her head against him as she kept pace, her fingers rubbing and squeezing gently. Entering the place, he walked right past the tables and went right up to the front. "I'll have two BLT's, a side of fresh onion rings, and a coke. "She chuckled. "I'll have what he's having... But..." She looked up at him, smirking. "A single order. Ohhh! ! And ice cream!" All these sorta mom and pop places served the best ice cream. "Chocolate!" Then she let go of him and skipped off to a table. Sliding into the booth she waited for him to take a seat with her. Really. This was so familiar. The only difference was this time she hadn't taken a drink of some unknown liquid. God, she had been so naive. ! But man, that had been fun. Good times, good times... As soon as he took his seat, next to her or across, didn't matter, she'd push her leg out to rub against his, all the while smiling like she was completely oblivious. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 17, 2009 3:44:56 GMT -8
Hearing what she ordered he just smiled slightly, she had done the same thing before actually, but it did not matter to him either way as it was his treat. Once the food was ordered, she took off of her own free will towards a table, and of course, he followed, not as quickly as she had gone, but was there soon enough to slip himself in the booth across from her, smiling still.
Once he settled in though, he would have leaned back against the booth and stretched, those massive legs having to be on her side and then some, so it did not surprise him they met, but then she was rubbing and his brow cocked. She remembered that as well did she? Well he just rubbed back and settled his arm on the table top, elbow that is, letting hand hold his chin.
"Mm. So, how far along are you in highschool now?"
He asked as their drinks arrived, and it should have been no surprise that when it got there he took his and pulled a little silver flask out and spiked the coke right off the bat before putting it back in his pocket. He had no idea rather she had shaken the dog off her back or not, but he knew he had not, so a rather large gulp was taken from the cup.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 17, 2009 12:02:53 GMT -8
"Mm. So, how far along are you in highschool now?"She continued to press and rub against his leg under the table as she thought about it. Damn well not far enough was the right answer, for sure. She had credits, enough that she would probably be able to graduate within another year. She wondered why he was asking. Maybe he was worried about how old she was...  "Well, being the bad little girl I am," she said, giving him a wink, "I'm about a year behind. Not to bad I guess... Could be a lot worse." She pulled her coke to her and lifted it to her lips. Then she spotted the flask. Hey eyes narrowed, following its progress closely. She should have known it was coming. That there was going to be something like that here. She didn't know what, in particular, was in the flask, but it was something she shouldn't be anywhere near either way. She shifted in her seat, wiping her hands on her pants again. "So um... What are you in school for?" she asked, trying to change the topic.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 17, 2009 17:48:21 GMT -8
He paid no heed to the fact she was antsy about the flask being produced from his jacket, instead, once the thing was hidden he merely left it there. No wanting to urge her towards anything.. be it back on pop or out of the building. She continued to rub his leg though as well, which was fine with him, as he did so right back, nice and slow.
"I am studying to become a history teacher actually, so if you're a bad girl too long you may end up in my class."
Granted she may end up in his class either way as his degree would credit him the ability to teach in either the college or the high school, which was nice.
"Still.. I find it hard to believe you are a bad girl you know."
He said with a bit of a shrug given, taken another long gulp of that coke laced with fun time stuff and set it back on the table shortly after. Katsuri was pushing at little buttons, testing her out given it had really been a while since he had seen her.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 14:30:10 GMT -8
"Still.. I find it hard to believe you are a bad girl you know."Her palms were sweating so badly. Her head was pounding. It felt like her eyes were bulging out of her head. She ran her hands over her face as she tried to calm herself. She couldn't even come up with a good comeback to what he had said. It had only been a few months ago that she had gotten herself out of that rut she had been stuck in, and finally managed to throw away the small amount he had given her. She had been doing so well with getting her act back together. So... Who was stronger? Sara or this damn addiction? >_>" Sara knew she just needed to do something to get her mind off of all this. And then it hit her ... ... ! Hard. She pulled her knees up under her. To tell who's stronger, you fight. Simple as that. Her hands fell from her face and she smiled at Katsuri. "Wanna bet?" She stood up, stepping quickly onto the table and threw her right foot at his face, aiming to catch his chin and slam his head back.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 18, 2009 14:36:12 GMT -8
She had moved suddenly, but the good thing was, she was not really discreet about her movements, which allowed him to catch that foot, throwing his weight into it and neutralizing its force, causing him to a cock a brow. Had she always been this strong? No.. he'd have remembered that.. of course it did not help he was weaker now then even before when she was weak.
Throwing her foot backwards away from him he would have sent the arm across the table aiming to hit her opposite ankle with it, but at the same time he was coming up a bit getting ready to stand. If they were going to fight, they would be doing it outside, not in this place where he planned on coming to eat once more in the future.
"Oh?.. Really now. Well. If we are betting, if I win I get you then right? What do you want if you win?"
He asked that as after he had sent the hand towards her ankle and rather it missed or hit he would have gotten up and moved back away from her, standing at the door, full well ready to play with the girl, but one thing she needed to keep in mind. His strength was relative to his size, one of the most dangerous things about him.. granted.. she was damn fast, just from that playing foot she had launched out he could tell that.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 16:00:33 GMT -8
He caught her foot as she slammed it upwards. She simply smirked at him, her expression telling him that had been nothing. She knew fighting him was going to be hard. If anything, his sheer size would pose a problem in beating him. Already, the headache was disappearing as the adrenaline pumped through her. He pushed her foot back, throwing her off balance, and at the same time, swiped his arm to catch her other ankle. Sadly, it worked... " She hadn't thought brutes like him could think more then 2 seconds ahead, but she should have known better when he caught her foot. That, and he had never given her any indication that he was an idiot. She was just to cocky to assume otherwise. Already off balance, she tripped, falling onto the table top, knocking the things on it onto the floor. She glared at him, taking it as a challenge. "Oh?.. Really now. Well. If we are betting, if I win I get you then right? What do you want if you win?"She continued to glare as he moved to the door. What the hell did he mean he got her? What... part of her? >_>" What she really wanted was in a nice little flask hidden on his body. What she didn't want, was to lose everything she had worked for. She pushed herself off the table and sauntered towards, trying to act as though her falling hadn't happened >_>" If he didn't move, she would pause, just in front of him, staring up at him sweetly. "If I win... You have to get a tattoo..." "Of 'Sara's bitch' in the area... of my... choosing." She would emphasize each word by running her finger along his chest. "That, and I get bragging rights that I beat the Jolly Green Giant." With that, she would gesture towards the outside and wait for him to lead the way to where ever he wanted to fight. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 18, 2009 16:16:50 GMT -8
"Saras Bitch eh?"
Looking at her hand moving to his chest he would have opened that door and slipped himself out it, tugging her along with it. His hand wrapped around her waist, other tipping her little chin up so he could get nice and close to her.
"Right along my chest huh?.. Hmm. I guess I could deal with that if I lost. Though if you lose there will be no tattoo.. you'll just be mine. "
He smirked at her and leaned forwards, pressing a light little kiss. See. Now he was all confused, as he wanted Roxy, but with Sara back on the scene old love was being rekindled. Again. Why did he love this crazy little ball of a girl? Who knew. Pushing back away from her he would have shifted his head left and right, popping it in a way that should have let her know that he was ready to fight now, the time for just chatting was finished.. they could throw shit talk the whole fight though for all he cared.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 20, 2009 18:12:22 GMT -8
"Saras Bitch eh?""Mhm..." She smiled up at him as his hand slid around her waist and he tipped her face up. "Nice and big to, big block letters, and great colors." She kept pace with him as he backed out the door slightly, playing right along with his game. "Right along my chest huh?.. Hmm. I guess I could deal with that if I lost. Though if you lose there will be no tattoo.. you'll just be mine. ""Not the chest, no... We'll talk about this more when I've kicked your ass and you can do nothing but talk." He leaned forward, his head dipping down. She chuckled, and lifted her hand to catch his kiss with her palm just before it hit her lips. She attempted to use her qi. It would have been perfect. But oddly... Nothing happened. .... o.o Crap...D< What the hell!? This changed everything... He would back away, cracking his neck as he waited for her, but all she could do for a moment as she tried to sort it out, was stand there with a confused look on her face and wonder what the hell was up with her qi. It wasn't the first time it hadn't worked when she had been counting on it, but... He was betting HER. And now her trump card was useless D< She pulled it together, hoping he hadn't noticed that she realized she was in a bad spot by her expression. She laughed, attempting at the air of confidence she usually carried. She could work with this. No problem. Guy was still going down She had actually never fought him seriously before. Deciding to try something simple to get a feel for him she moved forward quickly, drawing her right fist back to slam it into his gut, then trying to sidestep back out of his reach before he could catch her.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Sept 20, 2009 18:35:17 GMT -8
The girl had put her hand up and caught the kiss with her palm, and then shortly after she pulled back bewildered.. and then he got an idea, wondering if she had the problem he had seen many many people have in the past when they could not 'Get It Up' so to speak in the past. Those lips parted and the words that came out was a lot colder then they had been minutes ago.
"Mm.. you look distressed... you would not happen to have a Qi would you?"
He asked her, those white eyes unmoving from her face as they did so, even. Lids shut as she thrusted forwards, and that large male would have brought himself forwards, stepping slightly to the side, opening them back up just as she came close, and when she went to strike those muscles instantly jolted up and tightened themselves, he would not move his hand fast enough to catch her, but as her fist came in she would have seen that leg coming up opposite of the arm, aiming to catch her right in the chin with her own momentum.
Ruthless? In a way.. but he was not going to love tap the girl if she wanted a legitimate fight. Besides.. he had something pretty in mind to go around her little neck, and the best part was, it had its own little nullification shield around it that prevented the user from removing it unless the owner decided it would be so.. question is, would she flop around on her deal if he won? Katsuri could careless about the tattoo, but the question is where the hell DID she want the tattoo?
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 20, 2009 19:50:51 GMT -8
His comment about qi fueled her as she ran forward. What the hell was wrong? The crazy side of Sara had subsided for the time being, but the sane side was not back either. She was fighting automatically as her brain worked through the problem. He seemed to be aware of the problem, so it must have something to do with him, and it wasn't just her. So there it was. She was fine, it was just him. And she was shit out of luck. She was going to have to win this without her qi.
She saw the knee come up, but there was no time to stop, or pull out of the attack. So she instead moved with it, at the last second, jumping, pulling her feet tightly up under her, knees to her chest to get higher air. She may not have her qi, but her body was now adjusted to what she could do and without it, she was still able to jump higher then normal.
Her first goal was to at least get over the leg, and avoid the knee to the chin. If that didn't work, his knee would most likely connect with her shins, but even this wasn't that bad. By using her momentum, she would be able to use his shins like a table, pushing forward, and pushing her knees away from her chest, so it was more like she was sitting on her knees.
Her second goal was to continue with throwing out her right fist, but this time not in a jab, her goal was to get her right arm over his shoulder and her knees to his chest to pretty much hang off of him long enough to jab her left fist at his neck. Then she would push off his chest, letting go with her arm and attempt to jump off of him, landing crouched a few feet away from him.
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"Well, being the bad little girl I am," she said, giving him a wink, "I'm about a year behind. Not to bad I guess... Could be a lot worse."