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Post by Adrian Kreever on Dec 8, 2009 2:40:34 GMT -8
She wasn't bothered by him, or if she was she wouldn't say. Normally this would be a good thing, a nice polish for the mask, but right now that same mask was in danger of cracking under internal pressure. But he had the strength to keep it up, he was stronger than the beast in his gut, and he knew it.
It wasn't an odd question, but still, it was not something he usually thought much about. Still, it was important. "You mean besides yourself?" He grinned again, taking the edge off the fangs angrily gnawing at his gut. "A few, but I haven't really made any lasting friends yet. But yeah, I've met a few interesting people" He thought about Autumn, who had killed three men without flinching, and of the guy with his eyes covered who had beaten the shit out of him without even trying. There was Roy the tea-brewer too, He'd have to stop by and get another few cups of tea there at some stage. And, of course, the little cat-eyed girl from the fight-club. She had been... something different from all the others. The thought of her soothed the beast, but in turn only made Adrian feel more uneasy. He quickly moved on.
"I got in a few fights too" He chuckled "I've had my arse handed to me more often than not, though. That school of ours doesn't have that reputation for nothing. I never was much of a fighter, anyway." I prefer to get the jump on them, hit 'n run, and if I can get away with it, I'll be carrying a knife, a Molotov cocktail and other lovely things. Adrian made it a point never to lie, not when he could tell the truth so that it left a mistaken impression. He did like a good fight, though, on occasion. "So, as a more exprienced student, any pointers you can give me about the place? What I've seen of it so far has been unfriendly, if not downright hostile. How does one get by in such a place?"
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 10, 2009 16:37:28 GMT -8
She would shrug softly, trying not to let the illness she suffered, keep her from being her old self.
"Well, I have learned to listen and not to push my ideals on them right away. I mean, there are those who will fight you and then respect you later. There are others who will listen and not care. It is all about taking each person as a completely new venture. I tend to not make any plans until I meet the person."
She coughed, a bit of blood coming from her mouth as she reached down and wiped it away. A soft whimper escaping her as her head fell back and her eyes looked over to him. She tried to play it off as not big deal, hoping by some small miracle he had not seen. Nobody needed to know how severe she was at this moment. But she was sure he had. Either way she would shrug and continue on with the conversation.
"Of course, it helps I can feel peoples emotions. I can use that to bend my own to meet theirs. Though with some, such as yourself, I do not need that. I just naturally seem to be able to get along with you."
She smiled, the best she could and would then reach up, trying to push back her hair from her face.
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Post by Adrian Kreever on Dec 13, 2009 6:02:54 GMT -8
He listened, the advice was sound and, most importantly well meant, as least as far as he could tell, the whole 'empathy' thing still seemed rather strange. She coughed again, it looked unpleasant, but he had always had a hard time relating to the pain of others, though, this bothered him. The strong should not by afflicted like this.
"Feeling other people's emotions, huh?" He pushed the last bit of her sentence off into the foggier parts of his mind. It sounded a wee bit prentious to him, not to say like a living hell. Feeling those persistent, endless desires of the weak who'd fuck each other over a hundred times for as little as a fucking candy-bar, that sounded like hell on earth to him. He was glad he was not thus afflicted. But she had also said she she got along with him. Poor sod, Adrian thought a strange, slightly soft feeling in his stomach, slightly warm, but mostly cool like the trickling stream of water from a block of melting ice. Was this that pity everybody was going on about? Odd sensation, but too loose for one's good, the demons would be all over it like harpoons through jello. He reached inside, hurt it, toughening it, hardening it. There, he thought, his face still showing the smile of slight sadness the emotion had brought to it. Better.
It helped a little, but not enough. He found that when she tried to smile. He was angry, not with her, but with the situation. He needed to do something. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he paused. It was a pointless waste, really, he would probably need at least some of it later, he always did. He was not an addict, but doing what he did, it was not uncommon he needed something to take the edge off. Despite all these reasons, his hand withdrew a small orange tube-shaped container, of the variety handed out to people severe pains, prescriptions or those with a sufficiently desperate craving and lush economy. "Here, this should take the edge off" He said, popping the cap and pulling out two pills. Vicodin, he had first been introduced to it when he had been landed in hospital after a nasty encounter with a nastier bully, back in Elementary. Pain rarely bothered him, but Adrian was too cautious to be caught walking with a limp after having stirred up a particular nasty hornet's nest. Keeping up appearances could mean all the difference in the world. "It's only painkiller" He offered, reaching out to her with the pills in hand. If she took them, he would then offer her a glass of water to help them down. THey miht do one good, but that didn't mean they tasted well.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 14, 2009 9:49:39 GMT -8
She would raise her brow and reach her small, trembling hand out to take those pills. She was not one to turn down anything that would help. Especially now. She was in so much pain it was not even funny. And not the good pain either.
Popping them into her mouth she would then take the water and drink them down. Sighing softly as she finished and offering him another weak smile.
"Thank you Adrian."
She would then lay her head back, setting the water aside and placing her hands over her lap. Again she tried to shift, and again the pain of her leg stopped her.
Gods! She could kick Gabe's ass over this. But she dared not. No, she was not that brave yet. She did not even think she could tell him anything.
Sighing softly she laid there. Her icy hues watching over him as she thought over the situation. Again the tip of her tongue brushing over her lips as slowly she felt the affects of the pills starting to take hold.
"I am glad that I met you."
It was a very random comment and one she was not sure how he would take. But it was the truth. She hated being alone in this place and the fact that he had stopped in, for no matter how long or what his real reason, it meant a lot to her.
Nobody else had thought to do as much. Which sorta bothered her. Not like she would ever show it.
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Post by Adrian Kreever on Dec 15, 2009 1:45:38 GMT -8
She accepted the pain-relievers, good. They would take the edge off her suffering. She thanked him, and he only smiled a curt little smile. He was still not sure why he had offered them. She tried to move, and her injuries let their presence be known again. Adrian wondered what it felt like, he hadn't had a serious leg-injury in over a year, and nothing that prevented him from at least hobbling about. Kevala's next words rather stopped that particular thought process dead in its tracks. Well, of course she was glad, it meant she didn't hurt as much now as she would otherwise have, who wouldn't be glad to have such pain lessoned. But this reached deeper, stirring things up. Ugh, how he hated when that happened.
"Don't worry about it." His smile was thin and didn't reach his eyes, currently occupied staring at something very interesting on the floor. He felt warmth spreading across his cheeks, and realized that he was blushing. He felt weak, he didn't know what to say. He hated this. "So, uhm... How long they say you gotta stay?" He was guessing at least a week more, but he was commonly off on these things. The thought of wanting to stay confined to a hospital bed where people would inject you with all sorts of alien substances was to him as horrifying as being stretched on a rack. You were just waiting for someone to hurt you.
Someone had done a number on her, that much was sure. She couldn't have done that to herself, though she had said it had been her training session. Maybe her trainer was a perv? Sounded like it, but it didn't matter much. In Adrian's mind, you needed to be a masochist if you wanted someone to train you, to take such freedom from you. It was a concept completely alien to him. "It looks like it could be a while." Not the most cheery thing to say, but Adrian wasn't all that good with small-talk.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 15, 2009 8:35:23 GMT -8
She shrugged softly as she thought over what the doctors had told her. A small sigh passing her lips before she would again speak, the affects of those pills taking hold of her fully.
"Yes, about a week. Though I am sure that Gabriel will wish me out sooner for more training."
She shook her head as she let her eyes look up at the ceiling once more. The feel of his emotions becoming clouded with the affects of the pain pills she had just consumed.
Yet still she would smile toward him, turning her eyes to him again and reaching up to brush back some of her hair.
"You know. I would much like it if I could consider you a friend."
It was spoken as a statement but yet her tone spoke more as a question. Not many people wished to be her friend. No, they used her, got what they needed from her and then forgot about her existence.
So yes, she felt the need to ask. Brushing her tongue over her lips as she placed her small hand upon her stomach. Feeling the tiredness of it all starting to take hold of her now as well. Though she would fight it. The last thing she wanted was to go to sleep and wake up here alone. She hated being alone. More than anything.
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Post by Adrian Kreever on Dec 18, 2009 2:05:26 GMT -8
A week then, give or take, ir was hard to know with a fever. A few moments of silence passed, which Adrian spent wondering why he had come there in the first place. It was an illogical move, one that had cost him time and now some of his painkillers, it was impractical at best. Then she said something that caused him to tilt his head to the side, his thoughts shaken. She asked if she could consider him a friend. Him? She had to be seriously messed up to ask him such a question, at least by popular opnion. Adrian, of course, saw things in a different light, mainly by virtue of not quite getting that whole friendship, palhood or partnership thing. Yet, his answer did not solely originate from his mind.
"Sure." He shrugged. Better to have one with you than against you, he'd always figured, even though people tended to get along better with some types of people than others. It was sad, really, many of the ose with useful qualities had that annoying Alpha complex, leading to friction, irritation and aggression between them and people of similar talent. Of course, there were always the eternal Omega people, most of them following slightly less Omega bullies around wherever. Adrian would rather be on his own, made for better flexibility and mobility. Besides, most Omega people where those he targeted.
He looked up, into her eyes and smiled, tilting his head to the side. Normally the answer would be 'no', most people were little but dead weight, and 'friends' expected you to spend time with them and further waste it at all sorts of social rituals, such as nights out, birthdays, funerals and, one thing Adrian had only experienced once, weddings. A dreaful waste of time, not to mention all th social implications and calculations one had to work one's way through, and many people came with enemies attatched. But still he had agreed, not quite sure why. "I guess friends is one thing you can never have too many of." He paused, expecting to have the voice rip through his mind like an enraged battering ram, but nothing happened. Maybe, just maybe He thought, feeling for th first time in a long time that his mind was his own. It's time to slow down a little.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 26, 2009 17:16:51 GMT -8
(ooc: Sorry it took so long to reply! >.< Been so out of it lately )
Kev would smile, a genuine, friendly little smile curling onto her lips as she brushed her tongue over such. She was not sure what it was that made her want to be friends with this guy but she did none the less.
Softly she would sigh, laying her head back once more to look up at the ceiling as she thought over a few things. Nothing really important, just thinking. She had so much going on that she was sort of stressed out and just kept zoning out. Finally a little yawn would pass from her lips as she placed her hands on her lap, struggling to keep her eyes open. She would lift her head once more, those icy hues going to Adrian as she smiled weakly.
"I am really tired right now.....First time I have not been in too much pain to sleep...."
She would simply let her head lay back then, eyes falling closed as exhaustion overtook her. She was unable to fight it right now. No, she had been through too much and was way too sick to keep going.
She would have to speak to him again later. For now, she had done all that she could. She was tired and needed to get some sleep.....rest was after all the best medicine.
(ooc: End thread particpation...only cause this thread is SOOOO far behind where Kev is now....but happy to have a new one with you if you should like sometime. Just PM me or MSN me. *huggles* )
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Post by Adrian Kreever on Dec 29, 2009 15:49:48 GMT -8
She licked over her lips again, a thing she did a lot Adrian noted. All people had their own ticks, and this seemed to be hers. It didn't hurt to know that. She said she was finally not in too much pain to sleep, the vicodin was startign to kick in. That was good, no sleep was no good, not for anyone. "Sleep well." Adrian murmured after her eyes had closed, rising to leave. He pulled a few, two, three more pills from the pill-bottle and left them on the table next to her bed. She'd need them, and a good few more if she had to stay in here for the better part of a week, but the pain would dim. Hopefully, those three pills would be enough.
Adrian paused as he stood in the door-way, turning to look back adn the unexpected benficiary of his company. That makes two of us. He though, still not sure why he gave a damn. People died every day, and he had played with his share of livesm thoroughly enjoying it. He expected to have been far too calloused by this point to give two shits' worth about anybody, save Mother and Father, but perhaps you couldn't know all these things merely from reading a book. "Take care now." He murmured before leaving. He needed to get some rest himself.
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