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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 19:08:22 GMT -8
David's eyes opened slowly, his head swimming slightly from the drugs. Screaming, an echoed slamming of bone on cement, a hard metal blade piercing his hands, tearing them totally and pinning him to the wall. A growl and a picture of promise. His blood on the lips of a red eyed devil, the look she gave being both knowing and crazed...
David was obviously in the hospital, his memories fading as he looked at the ceiling above him with squinted eyes. He tried to bring up his hand to brush the hair from his face, but a massive weight held him pinned. He looked down at it. His hand was wrapped, blood seeping through the gauze. A large white strap held him to the table, bot arms being pinned. The blanket, covering his lower half, was pulled down enough to see bruising on his chest where he had been unprepared for a strike from the girl. He leaned his head back in his pillow. What was her name? Bastille? He mulled the name in his mind. Where the hell had she come from? Why did she stab him? What did he DO?
He shifted his legs, feeling that he wore a pair of thin sweatpants, no boxers as they were laid out on a couch to the right of his bed. He looked back up at the ceiling.
How did he get here? Did the crazy girl bring him?
He licked his lips, feeling the dryness of his tongue...
'That girl...'
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 19:24:53 GMT -8
Bastille had been there after she had run from Gabriel. The guy was going to drive her further into madness. After calling Homi to come comfort her, Bastille had come here. Homi had left home to go fake a drug order so Bastille could be on relaxers all day. After taking four Bastill had come to David to cry. Damnit...these fits, they had to stop. She had cried so hard the nurse had almost put her to bed too. Bastille hadnt cried like that in years. Finally Bastille had fallen asleep crying on the couch at facing wall of Blaze.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 19:30:04 GMT -8
David turned his head left, noticing the sleeping form of a girl. His eyes were blurry, and he couldn't quite make it out. Perhaps it was a friend that had come to see him? Perhaps it was the nurse- he could really use some of that morphine right about now. He tried calling out to her, but his voice caught in his throat, so he cleared his voice and tried again.
"Excuse me...nurse?"
Yeah, it was loud, but not to the point where anyone outside that room would hear it. He stared at her, a smudge in his eyesight. He needed to get off this shit they put him on- not the morphine, but that other stuff. It made his sight like hell....
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 19:39:12 GMT -8
Bastille sat up, hearing his voice. Well more of jerked up. So much so she gripped her head. Bastille looked at him and all the things she had thought to say, left her. Why was she here. She was the crazy bitch who had gone nutts on him in the hall when he wanted to help. How would he react. She bit her lip and felt tear welling up in her eyes.
Geez, when one hasnt cried in years, then cry suddenly, they dont stop. Tears pour in hot streams down her cheeks. She wanted to say. She searched for the words to say...to apologize. The remove herself from him. To not be near him. She clasped her hands to her chest, feeling the dry blood still sticking to her hands. Gabriel had meshed their bloods together,...forming a bond. Bastille would like to very much spit upon him. This wasnt his buisness...well now it was. Bastille had made her issue everyones flipping buisness. She shot up and raced for the door. Stopping at the door, but not looking back.
Still biting her lip.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 19:56:49 GMT -8
David sighed at the noise he heard.
He knew who it was.
When she moved for the door, he door a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent. It calmed him, cleared his vision, caused him to stire regretfully at the fact that she didnt wish to be in his presence. She was still a blur, but he could see her outline more clearly. The world spun when he leaned forward, so he leaned back and spoke three words.
"Please, Bastille, stay."
He didn't know whether she would oblige him or not, but he wanted to speak with her, to know why she tried killing him, tried crucifying him to the wall and why she constantly called him by name as though she knew him...He would wait, and if the door closed and her scent remained, he would smile.
"Thanks."
Now, it would be her turn to talk.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 20:27:56 GMT -8
She turned and let out a hiccup of a sob. Turning around she slowly walked to the side of his bed. She closed her eyes trying to fight back tears. God she looked like a little girl. The madness in her mind flared slightly. But it was different. It awoke the passion. She however stood there still.
"why? after i did all that to you why? David why?"
She let out in a stuttered breathe. She was gripping the edges of her shirt. This caused blood to run over her clothing. She didnt care.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 20:32:50 GMT -8
David looked over at her, his vision switching from blurry to tunneled.
"Hey..listen. It's not your fault, its mine. You obviously remember me and i honestly can't remember you....I'm sorry. He closed his eyes. His heart was beating so fast. He was nervous- this girl cried over him like he was a part of her life. A big part. WHY couldn't he remember? He tried so hard, but everything just became fuzzier and fuzzier. He took a deep breath before speaking again, this time a single line of words jumping to his lips, coming out with a tingle across his mind.
"You love me, Don't you?"
It hurt to say it, but he didn't look away. He just stared at her, waiting for a response. If it was a yes, he would respond after a moment of silence.
"And did i love you back?"
He would never, ever forgive himself if that indeed was the case...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 7, 2009 0:42:33 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes opened and she smiled. Nodding she looked away slightly.
“yes I do,…” She stopped when he asked the second question. She looked away and sighed.
“David…I’d like to think you did…and forgive me im going to say something really cliché…but what does your heart tell you?”
She asked softly. Her lip pouted and she began to wipe her eyes. God she looked pathetic. Sad and pathetic…she wanted him. So badly.
((ooc: sorry its short))
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Post by David B. on Oct 7, 2009 6:03:08 GMT -8
He looked back up at the ceiling.
"I honestly don't know. I feel like i do and should remember it, but the logic inside me confuses the feeling. I don't know why i should love girl i don't even know."
He pulled on his arms, thinking his strength would probably be enough to snap the bindings. Unfortunately, they were synthetic and had a strange ability to take the strength you had a double it into its own material. It never tightened, it just grew impoissible to release. His muscles flexed, and he gasped, warn out. His arms hurt, his body ached and throbbed, and the effort and strain he put caused sharp pain to lance up his arms and into his heavily bruised chest. The light was making him sick. He licked his lips.
"Will you...er...turn off the lights and turn on the desk lamp. These things are hurting my eyes..."
If and when she did it he would smile, a small one.
"Thank you..." He looked at her, continuing to push his brain for answers.
"Were we together?"
He hated himself right then. For one, he was suppose to love her and she loved him, and for two he couldnt even remember his own girlfriend. He had, in a way, cheated on her. Never physically, but if they had been an item he had done so many times in his heart, and that to him was the same. Intent is the same as the deed in his mind, there was no difference.... He watched her face...wondering and hoping he was wrong.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 7, 2009 10:27:53 GMT -8
"it wasnt very official but yes...we where together..."
She said turning off the lights and then moving to the desk lamp. She turned it on reaching out with her bloody hand. She looked at it and sighed softly. The madness would stay away for a while...Gabriels little trick had shocked her so much that she was in a way still shocked now. her eyes rolled, she would get that frenchie back...one day when she could control her qi,...she would radiate his ass. She however was going to need to explain to Blaze at some point why it was she had reacted in such a way...maybe he would remember if she told him she had been different. Whatever the case Bastille went and sat down at the desk turning around and looking for peroxide to clean her hand.
"My name is Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham...you met me in the halls of 42 I believe. You where beating up a kid for cheating on his girlfriend, I made a smart remark and you took me out to lunch...next was just a few random meetings, you kept giving me expensive gifts....i'd always returned them or give them to charity. One day i got into a car accident, you where in the coffee shop laughing because i had simply just walked away from the scene...even though i had extensive injuries...then there was my house,...then there was the hotel. Nothing happened...but it was hard to ignore you after that. I wasnt always this pshyco...I vanished for a year, doing work for the assassin agency i work for....My qi activated on one of the missions...it hadnt activated since id been in the correctional facility...suddenly it began to grow more powerful without my control....now im like this. Fighting my own power for my mind...you can see why im rather irk-some about power now...I....I"
This was going to be realy hard to admit. Her heavy british accent was shinning through brightly like the flag itself.
"I...Im having issues getting it back under control..." She muttered. All the while pouring peroxide (perhapse too much) on her hand, whipping off the blood and excess then stiching it up and then ending her statement with putting on the bandages, though stopping half way through.
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Post by David B. on Oct 7, 2009 10:58:27 GMT -8
David chuckled. Yeah, that sounded like him. Buying gifts just to get on her nerves, or for some sort of contest. He watched her the whole time, reading every facial expression and trying his best to dig into every word, embed it into his brain to fuse some sort of reaction. They went to a hotel? He blushed. She said they didn't do anything, which brought a sigh to his lips. He guessed he wouldnt have blamed himself if he DID do anything with her- she was gorgeous! He smiled to himself quickly before it fell away in liu of her next words regarding her Qi. She was having trouble controlling it? Perhaps he could help...He wouldnt be caught off gaurd again though.
A Captain should be ready for anything...
He stared at her for a moment before shaking his head.
"This sucks."
He sat up, scrunching his face up in pain, the blanket falling a little more around his waist. He took several deep breaths. He wanted out of this damn hospital. He moved to bring up his legs but they were tied down as well. Why? Well, last time he was in a hospital it went on record that he ran out with a friend, and so now they were apparently forcing him to stay.
"Son of a bitch..."
He looked to Bastille before taking a deep breath.
"Well, seems im going to be here a while...i was thinking of possibly taking you out to eat but....hmmm..." He cocked an eyebrow.
"Any way i could convince you to untie me?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 7, 2009 20:20:31 GMT -8
She was shocked a bit. He was being casual with her? With physco pathic her??? She turned and sighed. Letting out a smirk she decided to play up the physco card just a tad bit. She got up and walked up to his bed raising her brows and smirking down at him. Her hand onher hip she licked her lips a bit.
"ah-no....im quite fond you here...." She said sitting down on the side of his bed. she continued to look straight into his eyes. It would be fun to make this a game of sort. Maybe driving him up the wall would cause him to remember her, maybe doing some other activities might also cause him to remember. She thought about it...lets see where this goes.
"Im not sure i forgive you yet for forgetting me" she hissed simply sitting there and playing with her own hair. Her lips curled up into a devilish smirk.
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Post by David B. on Oct 9, 2009 6:22:11 GMT -8
He cocked an eyebrow, his face reddening quickly.
"I..uh...Bastille? What...what are you doing...?"
It was obvious by the sound in his voice he knew damn well what he was doing, and it made him only slightly nervous. Thats not to say he didn't like it, but it was just sudden, especially with them having just "patched things up" so to speak. He couldn't move, couldn't even scoot back and away, he could only sit and look into her eyes and blush. The smile and the twirling only brought bad things to his head, and he was reminded of a recent fight with Emily del los Santos. He closed his eyes, thinking of other things, trying to take his mind away from the images her tone and eyes brought to his head. He would make sure it was known he didn't want to do what she had in mind, even though in truth it was mostly a lie.
"Uh...please?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 10, 2009 23:24:45 GMT -8
"no."
What would letting loose a very sexually frustrated side do? She had only laine with a man twice and almost thrice...however, abortion was a rather quick way to turn a risky girl into a saint of chasity. Bastille however liked Blaze and was possitive that this time, she was already on the pill. Not saying she was going to make David have sex with her. No those thought where simple check marks...however, torturing him was going to be fun. She wondered if he was as flustered as unfettered had got? Maybe just irked like Gabriel got...not that flirting with him had ever been any sort of enjoyable...Mathew .....that really hadnt been enjoyable at all.....he had taken it as an invite.
Bastille has scooted herself to hover over him. She face close to his.
"help me get stronger?" she whispered to him.
"train me, teach me to use my qi....." she said leaning next to his ear.
Of course she could ask nicely and not with the help of seduction. But where was the fun in that? Besides make up sex was all the rage anyway...and fuck wolstonecraft and her womens manifesto...flirting was a high power and Bastille was going to use it. She shoved up a mental block...'you can tease him AND THAT IS ALL'. She bit his ear softly before moving her hand up his thigh and side.
"David...." She whispered.
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Post by David B. on Oct 12, 2009 7:38:26 GMT -8
David gasped as she bit his ear, stroking his leg.
His covers rose as his excitement became obvious. Girls just...didn't do this to him. If a girl was trying to turn him on, like emily, they would take clothes off and act sexy. She was showing him sexy. She was seducing him, touching him, whispering this softly in his ear. He was hard as a rock, and he strained against the straps. He wanted to try and stop it, right then, before it went too far. He wanted to put an end to it- but part of him didn't. A big part. Bigger than he cared to admit. He couldn't help it- he knew he wanted her, he just couldn't understand why. Her touch made him dizzy, her lips made his head spin and heart flutter. Her breath made his breathing pick up its pace-why? He didn't know her...for the love of god he tried. Tried to remember.
But her smell, her hand, it overwelmed him, and he turned, looking her right in the face before shooting in for a kiss, his soft lips mingling with hers. Flashes rocked his brain, but he paid them no heed, the images of her in a dress at a carnival and them sitting at a bar being sucked into the vortex that her mouth would create.
He would pull away, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with his passion.
What he didn't realize was that his manhood was showing terribly so through the covers and sweatpants. Had he seen it....well, not like he'd be able to do anything anyway.
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