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Post by Vespyr on Jul 23, 2010 0:38:16 GMT -8
The rooftops were ablaze, it seemed.
Vespyr cursed the sun, cursed the school, and cursed the fact that she hadn’t thought to ask for a simple address or phone number instead of having to scour the damn city looking for the one-eyed, white-haired German. Luckily, she hadn’t had to hunt him for very long so far; after visiting the café just to get a sense of memory going, she had decided to check here first—at the high school. Since this was the place where she had met him initially, and because he was most likely a student here, it was the obvious place to start her search.
…But it was f***ing hot (and not to mention, quite bright) up here on the roof, especially for one accustomed to the dark, damp, and frigid. Vespyr wore a thin black jacket with the hood draped protectively over her head… and her usual black jeans and boots, of course. Any sane person would have wondered how she wasn’t baking inside the all-black garb—an adaptation to the environment would be the simplest explanation.
Despite the overpowering heat that seemed to emanate from the rooftop itself, Vespyr was vigilant. Her strategy was to play the watchful hawk; she would find a good viewpoint and scrutinize the scene below her, keen on spotting a certain white head bobbing about down there, somewhere. In her clenched hand was a small, round object, the intent with which she held it to be revealed if she were lucky enough to find him here.
After scouting for several minutes beneath the hot sun, Vespyr settled for the meager shade cast by one of the vents protruding from the barren roofscape. The thing was like an archaic robot on the surface of Mars; awkward-looking and alone in an arid, unfamiliar place. Vespyr situated herself at the roof’s edge; however, she did her best to conceal herself this time. She was on a mission.
The pupils in her amethyst eyes did their best to contract in favour of the blinding summer light, but it was to no avail; another ‘adaptation’ the girl possessed was the ability to see well in perfect darkness. Therefore, she was left with a slight headache due to the strain on her eyes, but it wouldn’t be a hindrance to her. Her eyes were panning dexterously across the courtyard below her, darting to each glimpse of white that caught their attention… |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 24, 2010 4:40:24 GMT -8
MEANWHILE, IN TWO-FIVE-NINE LAND... "It'z been a while... #259."*GRIP* * * * * * * * * * * * * * It had begun. Once more with the same school... Public High School #259 had begun. For months after the earthquake there had been renovations. For whatever reason, many people had transferred out. Again. Some sort of "Public High School #774" was what it was called. "Unfettered" wasn't exactly certain with all of their reasons, but..."Kek."
"Kekeke..."Shaking his head only got his long, white hair into the way of his face. However... it was a bit necessary to keep his hair unkempt, if he was going to wear his standardized Nazi eye-patch. In this way, it was not totally obvious that he was wearing eye-patch with a red swatstika on it---unless his head was turned to a certain angle. For the rest, he was still wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers with all of his equipment left at home.
Class had been distracting, at best.
Silently, the German sat in his seat, watching and waiting for all his classmates and teacher to leave for lunch. Meanwhile, "Unfettered" sat there, smiling to himself in what was otherwise complete and total silence. Amongst what was otherwise an incessant chatter from his peers, it was times such as this that the German could actually hear himself think.
Initiative had allowed him to get ready.
...However, the preparations still had to reach fruition if this was to succeed. And there were always constant snags, constant problems, constant changes.
Changes.
Public High School #259... had changed.
Having all but disappeared to get his personal life back on track had been rough. ...Amongst other dealings. Getting his apartment tended to and all legal clarifications after the liquidation of his restaurant amongst other things consumed a good portion of his time and life in the preceding months. What "Unfettered" came back to was not the Public High School #259 that he knew.
From careful collection of the grapevine, "Unfettered" had sent out two of his people into the crowds while... "accessing" information for himself. Apparently, in his time away, the four buildings of Public High School #259 had become housing grounds for a very divided Student Hierarchy. What appeared to be excessively large gangs made for a show of "armies" ranged close to a thousand cumulatively from all the divided forces.
No concrete data was to be had other then this, but it was enough.
On a basic numeral scale, "Unfettered" found himself overtly outmatched in what could be a total contest of strength. The wise thing to do would be to let these forces duke it out... but if these "Pillars" were all "Student Hierarchy" members...
..."Unfettered" still lacked much information. Little information on relations, fighting capabilities, strengths... Rumors could only do so much, as the fighting allowed everyone to intermingle with one another. For the time, "Unfettered" had a difficulty deciphering the politics.
Militia was gone.
Almost everyone he had known had departed.
Allies were few and far between.
...He had not been paying all his dues to "the family."
The Yakuza-esque gang in L.A.'s China Town was too far.
Beads of sweat began to grow on the back of the neck of "Unfettered," hidden underneath his hair. It had been a long time, but this overwhelming... fear... had not been as frequent as a friend until as of late. Rarely had the German felt more alive.
Collecting his thoughts, "Unfettered" slowly rose out of his desk, bent over to carry his books with him and strode on out to his locker. Putting away his books in exchange for a small bag of unsalted cashews and honey-roasted peanuts brought a small amount of alleviation. With little show, the German pocketed his lunch before doing the same with his hands.
His upright, silent heel-toe gait led him to the doorway, into a blinding sunlight. Forced to take his left hand out of his pocket, he cupped it over his forehead to provide shade for his eyes. Never before had the buildings of Public High School #259 looked so ominous---
The German stopped walking altogether. Pocketing his hand again, "Unfettered" tilted his head back as he turned to face towards the top of the building, hair falling away to reveal his rather provocative eye-patch. He could almost swear he could see...
..."Iz zat...?" |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 24, 2010 9:07:49 GMT -8
The small, round mass was repeatedly tossed up and caught again by Vespyr's hand as she patiently scrutinized the ground below. So many students… the girl felt a twinge of loathing contract in her gut upon the very thought that she might soon have to join them, become one of them, walk amongst them on a daily basis... She scowled quietly while her eyes moved in a systematic manner; weaving back and forth, back and forth, and then froze on their target—
A mirthful smile came to her lips almost at once. Her hand had caught the object again and remained still, poised in the air as if someone had paused the entire scene with a remote. Her gaze was transfixed on the beaming white hair as it fell away from the young man’s face, revealing the distinct eye patch. He was, unmistakably, just the young man she had been searching for. Down below, "Unfettered" seemed to have noticed something as well—had he spotted her? Either way, Vespyr would make sure he did…
On the scorched ground below the thin shadow of a raised arm could be seen emerging from the monotonous line of shade cast by the rooftop. "Unfettered" would hear a slight rush of air followed by an acute *POCK* as the thing struck the ground to his left—deliberately not hitting his person—and made several lively rebounds over the heads and between the legs of students. Finally, the golf ball rolled to a resting position at “Unfettered”’s feet.
Were he to glance back up to the rooftop, there would be no trace of the assailant.
If he were to more closely inspect the golf ball at his feet, he would see that it had been marked up with black ink. Upon even closer inspection, he would find, neatly printed in Vespyr’s handwriting, a concise message of accordance that might bring a smile to his lips.
‘Coffee?’
Meanwhile, Vespyr had made it swiftly to the ground, crossed the walkway and was now leaning with her back against a shaded pillar, out of sight. Her neck was craned to the right, her gaze covertly focused on “Unfettered” from her position behind the pillar. She would wait, making her move the instant after he made his; a smile would be interpreted as an acceptation, in which case Vespyr would leave the campus and could be found at the Starbucks where they had previously met. However, if he were to show any sign of disinterest, she would simply go home, just as satisfied that she wasn’t needed anymore. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 28, 2010 20:24:32 GMT -8
OOC: I apologize for being both overly tardy as well as... what is probably a short transition post. Trying to get back into the groove again.Deja Vu There was no way for the German to see (without pulling a muscle or something) the lone shadow from way up above. From amongst the crowd of people as well, it typically would be looked upon as strange to stretch the neck to an angle. However, what the German---
A low whistling noise began to pick up speed as gravity sped the anonymous missile on the German's left flank. Coolly, the German stood his ground Wide-eyed, the German took a pivotal step with his right foot to face his left side, his hands raising up slightly towards his body. And immediatly... nostalgia struck.
From amongst the crowd of people from the initial *POCK* there were a few screams and cries---as the missile sailed effortlessly to and fro between the people. Having not just yet locked onto the ball and distracted more by the instant mayhem by the unknown assailant, the German's mind flew away from the rooftop---'til he found the small, white ball bouncing towards him.
Very nostalgic. Very familiar, actually... as if it were some sort of...---
---Half bending over and half crouching down to pick up the ball with his right hand, the German rolled the golf ball cautiously in the palm of his hand, half expecting it to blow up in his face. Questions filled his mind and he found himself too preoccupied to notice any familiar "figure" of the past. However... curious raise of his appraising brow curved slightly as "Unfettered" nearly exploded laughing upon the dawning of what he was reading."...Really. Really?"Smiling with curiosity, the German had to think first---would the person just meet him outright for coffee? No. If the message had to be sent by air... and if the handwriting on the golf ball had any significant meaning towards the personality of who he thought it was..."Kekeke..."This was most certainly left for him. Perhaps this was an arrogant assumption, but the German found himself thoroughly amused once more. For the first time in a few months ...days... the German quickly began to walk, hands in pockets, towards a certain Star Bucks. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Cautiously looking about, "Unfettered" strode with a rather enthusiastic gait (almost skipping), drawing curious looks on his person by various passersby. For the German's sake, he was doing a bit of a silly jig as his hands remained in his pockets still, his right hand fumbling around with the golf ball in his pocket. It was difficult to steel himself for potential disappointment as "Unfettered" could only view this meeting as being optimistic. However, upon closing his distance in on the familiar Star Bucks, the "skipping" abruptly stopped, substituted for a casual walk.
Make or break time for the German.
The consistency of the look of pleased calm on the German's face, eyes only being half used remained throughout the entire process. Opening the door for himself with one arm, "Unfettered" looked about expectantly. The sweeping of his head stopped the moment his eye fell on the sight of---
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 28, 2010 21:46:56 GMT -8
From behind the pillar, Vespyr scrutinized “Unfettered”’s movements. He crouched to pick up the ball… good. He began to laugh… even better. The amethyst eyes, as stagnant as those of a hunting wolf, were fixated on his lips as they moved and formed a smile. Wonderful. The silent watchfulness of Vespyr’s face had been broken by a grin of her own, a satisfied grin… a grin that, to her surprise, felt unfamiliar, yet… comforting. The fact that she wasn’t the only one to remember the goings on of several months past was a relief. As of late it was hard to discern legitimate memories from dreams, as the two had become mirrors of each other throughout her time spent in a world of darkness, and she was determined to sort things out and bring reality to the stable state it had once been.
“Unfettered” was on the move. Beside the pillar, a curious student who had stopped to glance at the strange girl suddenly turned, wondering where she had gone.
. . .
Two steaming cups of coffee were on the low table between the two couches. Vespyr was resting her elbow on the armrest with her hand curled inward, propping her chin upon her knuckles. Her torso was shifted toward the pose while her legs were crossed and were shifted slightly away. For having been here only about five minutes, she seemed rather comfortable, sitting opposite of where she had been the last time.
The last time... It seemed so long ago… It had been a sunny day, but not sweltering and humid like today; not summertime. Springtime, perhaps, or even winter.
How long have i been gone?...
Her gaze drifted among the sea of faces that passed outside the window, casting them all away—all the people she didn’t know, and didn’t care for, were all dismissed into the region of forgetting. Their faces faded from memory as soon as they had passed; they did not matter. It often occurred to Vespyr that these were the people with whom she shared the world, if only for those brief seconds—but they did not share her world. They were background noise, (and sometimes, entertainment), but for the most part, they were useless content that may not have existed at all in her world… but this was not her world.
Perhaps, soon, it would be.
Vespyr’s eyes lit up at the sight of the German in the window, all her brooding thoughts having skittered away like insects into the darkness. She smiled cordially as he entered, but was satisfied with making no further gesture of greeting. A cup of coffee was waiting for him, and there were plenty of open seats on either side of the table. Vespyr made the assumption that he already knew why she had him come here, and would say nothing, offering only the charming smile… and the coffee, of course. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2010 19:22:33 GMT -8
Long Time Coming, Long Time Waiting Perhaps its just a given, but the aroma of coffee was the first thing to strike his nose. While the German wasn't as poetic as to say he had entered into a step or two below Nirvana, he would immediately think upon how damn good it smelled in here. Particularly, because the thing he saw was a cup of coffee waiting for him. That along with Vespyr who was sitting and... presumably waiting on "Unfettered". She had on what was easily presumed to be a very pensive or watchful sitting position, reminiscient of several months back. The familiarity in which she presented herself (if only by Vespyr's habitual body language that stuck predominantly in "Unfettered's" mind) was comforting and reassuring on more then one level of security.
That and... of course the rather welcoming smile that Vespyr shot at the German as he came in. Nodding a bit dutifully with an equally delighted (if calm) smile, he walked himself in, hands in his pockets with his head slightly tilted forward---for a few steps. Pausing, as if out of random, the German stretched out his neck backwards and held his head high. The constriction to his neck from the forward slump were a bit bothersome to breathe with and it was always nice to appear (or be) confident. And just as "casually" the German resumed his walk, this time with his hands out of his pockets (as if to double-guess himself) while walking to Vespyr's direct opposite seating position.
With a rough twist of his legs, "Unfettered" threw his rear end in a heap onto the sofa cushion. As if to settle the impression of his body into it, he stretched out his entire body, hovering his legs and arms into the air, while his head burrowed further into the back cushion before allowing his body to collapse into complete relaxation, eyes closed."I appreciate your confidence in my abilitiez to correctly interpret your razzer cryptic messagez."Opening his eyes while leaning his body forward, arms collapsing off to the sides of the chair, "Unfettered" looked at her with a larger smile."It iz gut to meet you again, Vespyr."Sincerely.
"Unfettered," reached over for his coffee carefully and without a sound with his right arm, as he kept a balance on his chair with his left by gripping the armrest. Just as calmly, he was about to take the nostalgic cup of coffee to his mouth to take a small sip but stopped, looking at her again. Gently moving his coffee towards her in a slow, circular gesture to prompt her, the German smiled suggestively (not sexually) again before taking a sip as if to say...
'...So.' |
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 2, 2010 21:53:28 GMT -8
After reaching down to take her own cup of coffee, Vespyr repositioned herself so that she faced "Unfettered" in a more engaging manner by turning her upper body toward him and re-crossing her legs. Something resembling a spark of interest glittered in her eyes for a moment as she caught a glimpse of his eye patch through the strands of long white hair. Most people might have been taken aback, aghast, or even offended—but it was not so with Vespyr.
But alas, the small detail was irrelevant and Vespyr made no comment, merely grinning inwardly as “Unfettered” sat down and greeted her with that oh-so charming accent of his.
"I took a chance on it..." Sip of coffee.
"And you didn't disappoint." She flashed a toothy grin, leaning back into the cushions. Sure, assuming that “Unfettered” would have understood her intent so easily was far-fetched; but from the beginning she suspected him to be the clever, intelligent type. Even if she had been wrong… she would have suffered no loss from it. In fact, she was making things more complicated for herself by stubbornly deciding to reconnect with him at all… but that was just the way of things. Midway through another sip of coffee, her free hand left her lap to gesture in a manner responsive to "Unfettered"'s that prompted an explanation—and she spoke immediately after she swallowed, getting right to the point... sort of.
"I hope i haven't disappointed you, either. I seem to have lost track of time... are your plans regarding the high school still intact?" Leaning forward, she set the coffee down on the table once more. The smile had faded from her face, replaced by a sterner demeanor. This was, after all, business. Propping her elbow on her knee, she rested her chin in her hand and regarded “Unfettered” with an unreadable stare as she continued.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 5, 2010 3:09:36 GMT -8
On Building Foundations Typically, it was very interesting to see or to attempt to interpret how people would gauge the German with his trademark eye-patch on. Vespyr in this sense was unreadable... and "Unfettered" knew from a tilt of his head just moments prior that she had seen it. All that he could garner from her reaction (or lack thereof) at most then was that she... didn't mind it.
Thoughts for later.
Vespyr's current (or former) thoughts, however, were outright pleasing."I took a chance on it... And you didn't disappoint."Silently, the German looked down with a small, appreciative laugh. While he was by no means abashed by the compliment, the compliment came in at the same time that "Unfettered" noticed Vespyr's oral talents and sense of timing. Again, the German could not help but notice in the three seconds he made his subtle motion of his compatriot's... uniqueness, in comparison with others he had discussed with.
Hopefully it would be easy to decipher, but as he looked up again with a nod, "Unfettered" would mouth a silently 'danke' at her comment. Rather, it was by the rather absorptive body language he attempted to exude in that moment that he took her compliment in with gratitude. A given, but the thought was still pleasing.
And then, of course... his little hand gesture."I hope i haven't disappointed you, either. I seem to have lost track of time... are your plans regarding the high school still intact?"Vespyr took to the German's prompting exceedingly well. In truth, it had been some time since the German had the pleasure of talking someone who could interpret and deliver telegraphed body language with such ease. Relaxing his shoulders down, "Unfettered" took the coffee close to his lips in his right hand for easier access for himself while he shifted his rear towards the edge of his seat to get a closer.
After all, he felt more comfortable talking in a quieter, low voice when responding. Typically as well, this was easier to hear in a one-on-one for the German as for when he got closer. After all, her concerns and questions were..."Or am i too late to be of service?"...Amusing and/or constructive.
Nodding again (for seemingly no apparent reason), the German returned the smile, but was looking down at his coffee while he was chewing his thoughts as usual. He was about to take a small sip of coffee, but thinking against it chose to put it down on the table again before interweaving his fingers together, hunching towards her in what could be assumed to be deep thought.
Or perhaps a tired position."Hm. Vell, ze plans are still intact, I assure you of zis," delicately not touching onto the reason as to why Vespyr had to go for the past few months.
He looked up at her from his lowered sitting position and smiled quietly. Thinking better of it, a thoughtful look came over his face as he leaned back, reaching his left hand into his pocket, before retrieving a small folded, stapled pack of papers. Trying to emulate something he had seen in a movie, he placed it on the table and then slid it towards her with his forefinger (though he had to get up slightly to move it all the way to her edge of the table, destroying some of the "cool" factor)."These are some of ze individuals who are interested in partaking and potential canidates of joining us. However... zey will not put in their lot unless I have zwei, er, two other notable people with me from Public High School #259."(OOC: PM)"Allies are scarce these days, Vespyr. I am far from disappointed," he said, smiling hopefully at Vespyr. ...Possibly opening up a moment of weakness at how potentially desperate he had begun to view the situation over at Public High School #259. Playfully attempting to recover, he took his coffee with his favored hand and chuckled a bit before smiling hard and taking a long, drawn-out sip of coffee.
Inevitably, "Unfettered" burned his mouth.
Relaxing the cup down to his knee the German breathed in the cooling air into his mouth, smiling a little more refreshed."If your servicez are still to be had, Ich will make use of you... at your allowance.~"Once more, the German smile took on a more confident mystique to it, a curious look twinkling once more in his eye. He expected more questions and requests for explanations. What were this girl's duties to be, what role would she be performing, the name of this organization, etcetera...
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 5, 2010 16:47:11 GMT -8
As she nodded comprehensively, the tips of her fingers tapped lightly against her thigh, one by one. 1, 2, 3, 4… 3, 2, 1…
Not that she was bored—but she had picked up the habit, somehow, of tapping her fingers while listening or making decisions. Her eyes followed the stack of papers as it was transferred to her side of the table. Her fingers ceased their contemplative dance. After a moment, the slender hand moved forward, resting the tips of her fingers on the papers. She looked up, smiling warmly—but still, seemingly at a distance—in response to “Unfettered”’s show of hopefulness. Her feelings were mixed. Why was she helping him? By far, it wasn’t because of the sense of camaraderie or the urge to aid someone in their cause; but neither was it to seize the opportunity for a chance of power, or to take advantage of him somehow. It wasn’t because it felt like the right thing to do. Nor did it feel wrong. It was a mystery.
She picked up the stack of papers, her attention lingering on “Unfettered” momentarily before glancing down at them. Her fingers at the upper corner, she skimmed over the first page, flipped to the next, skimmed, flipped, and then decided she would examine them later. She refolded them and replaced them on the table, taking up the cup of coffee instead.
*Sip* “I assume this means… I’ll be going to school?” she spoke with a hint of chagrin in her voice, but it was in good humour for him to hear it; she was still smiling. She disliked the idea strongly, but she would be able to cope. She could cope with anything if it were for a purpose. Though, enrolling might be a difficult process… with no name or knowledge of her age—basically no true identity at all—she might have to make a few things up. It was easy, but… Eh.
She set the coffee down and folded her hands beneath her chin, eyes glancing down at the papers again.
“When do I start?”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 18, 2010 4:34:41 GMT -8
And A Cool, Mysterious, Foreshadowing Ending... Almost With tension that was not as thick that it could be cut with butter... but thick enough to require a spoon, Vespyr smiled and made the German wait as she went about listening and looking at the German's prepared materials. While trying not to look so... potentially desperate, the German took to his coffee. HIS F***ING DELICIOUS COFFEE.“I assume this means… I’ll be going to school?” she finally said, some glaringly obvious misgivings she had at the thought. The German noted with a returned smile and a nod to silently say 'yes', though that, Vespyr's misgivings weren't as large so as to stop her outright from partaking on his plans with him.
Still uncertain as to Vespyr's bias on the matter, the German's cogs began to twist and churn in his head. How he would accommodate her in getting registered into the school if needed, the amount of---“When do I start?”"Unfettered" blinked.
No, he didn't mishear her.
She was looking down so calmly, coffee fresh on her breath, going over his papers.
The German cracked a large, mischievous smile."In all essence of the matter, immediately," he would reply rather calmly as he reached into his pocket for a small (perhaps overzealously planned) contact card filled with his personal numbers, his IM contacts, etcetera, including his address. "Unfettered" liked the gamble he was taking here... but it was still a gamble. The German didn't exactly know why Vespyr was helping him (though granted, his own reasons were rather vague and... unlikely), but this was a risk the German had found, much to David Blaze's contradiction, benefited everyone about him well enough on.
Without hesitation, "Unfettered" slid the contact card across the table to Vespyr."I vould like you to find und recruit perhaps... three uzzers to join us, but details on that can wait for now," he would say, as he quietly began to stand up in a half-crouch from his standing/sitting position as he leaned towards her, over the table).
(...Though, he was aware that it would be easier to do this by going around the table...)
His left hand extended out in the form of consummating (OOC: Is this the right word?) an affirmative handshake to Vespyr's acceptance as his right had put the coffee on a safe corner of the table and was now busy keeping the German upright and over the table."First... velcome to 'Remnant,'" he smiled, his hand ready to bring her up into a standing position in that sly way that would bring her face close to his... or to just shake her hand very tightly.
That cool, confident smile extended out on his face as the Nazi eye-patch just slid out from under his hair...~
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..."...Erm. 'Remnant'? 'Remnants'?" crunching his eyebrows uncomfortably as he double-guessed himself.
Almost cool.
Almost.
OOC: If you're available tommorow, I'll talk with you on MSN regarding details. The 3 people is in reference to the NPCs for the initial gang start-up that I've been telling you about.
As to whether or not she actually gets pulled up or just gets a good handshake... I'll leave to you. Implied sexual tension felt appropriate. >_>; |
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 18, 2010 13:30:36 GMT -8
The card was immediately taken and deposited into Vespyr’s pocket, and she smirked with dark amusement. Was it something about her that made people feel comfortable giving away their addresses so easily? She would have thought otherwise, by all means—not only did she look shady, but sometimes she could barely trust herself… yet here was another person handing out their information to her like they knew she could be trusted. However, “Unfettered” wasn’t wrong in thinking he could trust her with it—she didn’t intend to misuse the information. In the worst case… she might decide to drop by to pay a late night visit as she had done with Gilgamesh, and several others. The night was lonely sometimes and a bottle of wine was too much to drink by oneself.
But still… she was amused by their quick assumptions about how reliable she was. It was almost comical.
Almost…
She found herself eye-to-eye with “Unfettered” and his rather captivating eye patch, his hand extended to greet hers in some agreeable way. She obliged the gesture, and upon finding his grip to be persuasively strong, took the hint and rose to her feet. In her sitting position, their faces had been no more than a foot away from each other. The tension in that narrow space had now been compressed, even more poignant as she leaned forward slightly in the process of standing, cutting that distance in half for a moment, their faces dangerously close… If the tension had been the uncomfortable sort, Vespyr would have made haste in standing up. But she didn’t; instead, she lingered for a moment in that risky position, a dangerous smile on her lips and a daring glint in her violet eyes.
Almost daring him to do something about it…
…But giving him no time to do so, for she brought her back safely to its full potential, standing up straight. She glanced away, her hand slipping away from his and into her pocket if he let it be so.
“Remnants, mm? Remnants of what?” Her other hand came around with the cup of coffee, which she brought to her lips as she spoke, but did not drink. The cup rested against her lips as if she were waiting for something. Her eyes were fixed intently on “Unfettered” again, half-closed and gazing down at him if he was still bent over, or gazing slightly upward at him if he wasn’t. Either way, the stare was intense… but not conspicuously so. Every one of Vespyr’s actions was subtly performed—even the swift swipe of her tongue against the rim of the coffee cup. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 20, 2010 15:06:17 GMT -8
Called A foot can make a lot of difference in a lot of things. A foot of concrete can determine how effectively a inmate can manipulate it and break out of prison. A foot of armor can determine if a soldier lives or dies. A foot between faces was the difference between...
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"Unfettered" couldn't help but admire the audacity thrown back in his face by the woman in front of him. Amusing as it was, the comfort that Vespyr possessed in her sexuality seemingly put "Unfettered" himself in danger of revealing his hand. The timing was impeccable, the smile egged "Unfettered" on, as a man, to make do of the situation.---
---And just like that, Vespyr loosed her own grip which the German reciprocated in following suit (if only out of sheer surprise), before she went to sit down as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Those same eyes looked about in another direction as she pocketed her hand ever so casually. "Unfettered" could only slowly adjust his own stature erectly, before letting latching his thumbs onto his pockets. So sudden was her counter-attack that the German could not hide away all of bewilderment, playing off the intensity with just an appraising raise of his left brow, as his rather wide eyes finally began to close.
"Unfettered" could not help but smile ever so appreciatively, as he struggled to keep the slight red on his cheeks hidden behind the locks of his hair.
That was what... ten seconds? Thirty?“Remnants, mm? Remnants of what?”...Realizing he was standing about rather stupidly for the one to perpetrate all this, the German pivoted ever so lightly and chose to sit on the ground, while leaning forward towards the table. Resting his hands as a bit of a cushion for his chin, his arms thoroughly covered his mouth enough to just leave his nose peaking out over his forearms. He started talking in this position, but soon realized that his words were mumbled and incoherent. Propping up his chin in a slightly awkward position over his arms, the German shot a suddenly curious look over at Vespyr.
Given her stature, Vespyr had a pretty small tongue.
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The arc in his brows lowered as "Unfettered" chewed his own tongue for a moment, mulling over his words, trying to separate the two things that were going on at the moment. A more... serious look came over the German's eye as he reached for his coffee looking diagonally across the table to Vespyr as he did."I have... been at zis for a long time. My entire high school career."
"Many have attempted to start up a gang or an organization in Public High School #259. But so much more often is it zat there are those rare, incredibly strong individuals that destroy concrete walls vith a single punch, lift and throw cars, fighters who fight for fighting's sake."
"Public High School #259 has a culture. A stubborn one, but one that threatens to disappear if there is no turmoil or conflict. Its students und populace thrive on the chaos und grow as individuals, developing their characters."
"You remind me of ze individualz of yesteryear who are a living embodiment of this culture... but zer are few of us left."Swirling around the coffee in its cup, the German debated whether or not to go on a tangent of his past ventures, but chose against to, if only to avoid sounding overly long-winded. His face carried heavy thoughts as he stared at the coffee before bringing it up to his lips."...Zat, and/or the name just kind of sounded cool."Jackass statement. Possibly untrue. Possibly true. Either way, a smile of smug confidence took to his face as he laughed to himself slightly as his gaze returned to her share stare.
A smaller, mischievious smile grew on "Unfettered's" face as his eye twinkled into a small bead of blue.
..."Y'know... ve should celebrate or sumzing."A culture, hm?
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 21, 2010 1:27:09 GMT -8
The body language “Unfettered” tried to mask did not go unnoticed to Vespyr, whose eyes remained fixated on him in a rather devious manner, noting the subtle changes his face gave way to as he stood, seemingly stricken by something. The way his cheeks had flushed suddenly made Vespyr wonder if she was, perhaps, putting him to shame at his own game. The thought deserved a small grin, which it received, and half-hidden behind the cup of coffee she held to her lips, it was the only acknowledgement she gave that she was indeed playing with him. It was an art, this game—a balance of pushing and pulling, in which one must let themselves be pushed only so far until it becomes a reciprocating pull, and then they must be the ones to push back boldly but subtly; but pushing only far enough to let the other begin coyly tugging, and so on…
Vespyr made no acknowledging nods or gestures while “Unfettered” spoke; the subtle grin remained where it was, as did her devious gaze, as she set the coffee down on the table. She made no remark about his choice of seating or about the general spontaneity of him which she admired, for that matter. She found him to be rather charming; in the manner that one gazes at a feline and holds respect for his ingeniousness and strong composure, while simultaneously wanting to stroke the soft fur and hear him purr—for he is also a creature of soft spots, faults, and weaknesses, yet remains regal—Vespyr gazed across the table at “Unfettered” and found that she was glad of his company. It was much more than she could say about most human beings but that thought didn’t shake her confidence any more. She had for awhile yet accepted that there were exceptions to her principles, especially the principles that commanded her to trust none and despise all. In her time away she had undergone several such revelations.
…but I digress.
“That sounds splendid.” She emphasized the word for no apparent reason but to sound pretentious for her own amusement. Or perhaps, wishing whole-heartedly for something interesting to happen, she was expressing her approval of the idea with honest and unhampered enthusiasm. Or perhaps she wasn’t referring to his suggestion at all, and was commenting on the cello concerto in E minor that was playing softly on the café radio. Though she was enraptured by the song, she wondered why they didn’t play more upbeat music in the café; after all, they were trying to invoke feelings of cheer and hospitality, not depress their customers, weren’t they?...but she decided it was a trivial to wonder it. The song was enchanting, in all its remorseful grandeur, and that was enough to appreciate, even if only appreciated by her.
Either way, the toothy grin was a sure sign that Vespyr hadn’t been speaking with sarcasm or irrelevance. Her smile prompted from “Unfettered” a suggestion of some sort—what had he in mind for this ‘celebration’? And in case that still wasn’t clear enough…
“What’s your idea of a good time?”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 23, 2010 2:13:45 GMT -8
OOC: Just reread my last post... >.> Grammar's slipping, run-on sentences... *cracks knuckles* ALRIGHT! Let's improve this! We Have Degenerated Into Innuendos There was something mildly pleasing in the way Vespyr was grinning as "Unfettered" ventured off into which he would later admit to himself to be an over-romanticized, idealistic train of nostalgia. For absolute starters, the German did not feel like some idiot being nodded numbly to. The listening abilities of Vespyr were incredible, enhanced by her natural penchant for observation as while words would slip about, the girl in front of him possessed a natural ability to make the one listening to her feel appreciated. Even while the German was talking, the mannerism in which those purple eyes kept at him and her hidden smile mused at him perpetrated a nice, comfortable feeling. Perhaps, he would note in hindsight, this girl who sat in front of him was not one who was overly socially inclined. However, the last note in his journal would note that she was... "very talented"... though it would not specify why or in what mannerism.
"Unfettered's" personal notes aside...
The idea of their "gang," "group" or "organization being referred to as "Remnants" suggested a highly (or so "Unfettered" would like to think) provocative statement on the current status of Public High School #259's community. It was a good and proper "f*** you" to the other social cliques, norms, elitists, and would-be proper warmongers that had drawn themselves as of late to the school. In that ironical sense, their organization risked elevating itself to a level of elitism in both the social statement of the spirit it was attempting to encompass in itself. Of course, at this point, the German was long done speaking in regards this and had popped his suggestion for an alternative activity.
A suggestive alternate activity.“That sounds splendid.”...To which Vespyr would respond with complete ambiguity towards. Optimistically, the German hoped her enthusiasm was pointed at his suggestion as he had settled his coffee onto the table and had begun leaning back on the floor with his hands propped behind him to keep his back upright. "Unfettered's" face was smiling with equal enough amusement, however, to cover up the actual confusion that was playing around fierecely at Vespyr's usage at what would otherwise be an odd placement for emphasis in her sentence. Contrary to the length in describing this, however, that initial confusion lasted for a good three seconds as Vespyr continued rather curiously with a good---“What’s your idea of a good time?” OOC: ...This seemed like a much better idea at 2:30 A.M.Calmly wiping away the jokingly, blatantly obvious look of enthusiasm he had at Vespyr's interesting suggestion with a stroke of his chin utilizing his right hand, the German folded his legs into a cross. Hunching forward with a better thought in mind, he leaned his entire upper body onto the table so that his chin would be on the very edge of the table as he looked at Vespyr."Vell, I'd easily say rough sex, throwing babies headfirst into the street from an orphanage, or getting a root beer float from Wendy's," he'd reply rather calmly as he continued that same, mischievious smile from before.
Of course, his facial expression only got worse (or better, or both) as slowly got to his feet before crouching back down to sit parallel to her---only, he was leaning the back of his head against the front of Vespyr's right armrest. The German only began to ponder these randomly thrown out possibilities as he stroked his chin with over-enthusiasm."I am, however, all for having rough sex at an orphanage, while ve throw out babies headfirst into the streets und enjoying a root beer float we got (for cheap) at Wendy's, but if zat all seems overly strenuous for you, I'd say ve should get a root beer float und if you like, stay at mein apartment for a few hours."
"...Unless you have something else better in mind," turning his head very slowly to its side as he'd try to look at her from his precarious angle. Of course, the way the German was positioned would only allow Vespyr to see what appeared to be "Unfettered's" eye-patch looking back at her.
All joking aside, the German's last suggestion was... very... suggestive. Thinking on his statement of whether he would regret saying it or no was all for later as the German pondered if he had taken his jokes a bit too far. There was, however, genuine desire in having Vespyr actually check out the German's apartment---an invitation that he had not contracted to anyone aside from Tai, Marina, and "Teal" since the time from his recent move in.
"Unfettered" wasn't exactly saying it, but he was rather comfortable around this girl.
That said, Tai did say he might be paying a house visit with two other potential guests, saying that "Unfettered's" house had one of the better rooms for poker. Food for thought that the German would chew on for later, after Vespyr's answer. Meanwhile, the German just sat comfortably, facing forward again, trying not to accidentally bump his shoulder into her leg or anything.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 23, 2010 22:37:23 GMT -8
Rough sex, throwing babies, root beer float. Sounds like a perfectly wonderful ti—
Wait, WHAT? Vespyr raised an eyebrow to express her (shocked) amusement, refraining from letting loose the sudden urge to double over in maniacal laughter at the suggestion. Not that it was a completely absurd suggestion—on the contrary; all three seemed to be contracted perfectly from Vespyr’s deranged and nefarious list of interests. (Aside from the root beer floats, which by themselves were in no way nefarious… UNTIL they were in the hands of someone like Vespyr, who could easily find a way to turn a delicious frothy drink into a weapon or something just as vile.)
Instead of bursting into laughter, which might have been received in the wrong way, inaccurately implying that she was NOT interested in “Unfettered”’s offer and possibly that she found him to be ludicrous, she merely let her eyes remain widened in a manner that let show that she was tempted by his suggestion; however, she remained quiet for the moment, attempting to discern whether or not he was actually being serious. The smile remained on her lips, awkwardly frozen as if deciding what they should do next—speak, don’t speak? Take the suggestion literally, or not?
She watched as the German edged closer to the couch, the features of her face still suspended in contemplation. She let the awe play on her eyes and her lips without hiding it; for “Unfettered”’s amusement, or perhaps, because she really was at a loss for how to react. However, as soon as the German had positioned himself where he had no direct view of her face, the features changed; her eyes were cast down at the swastika on his eye patch, glinting in a lurid manner; the grin on her lips had transformed into something completely new, remarkably subtle, remaining a smile only in that the very corners of her lips were drawn slightly upward. After several moments of silence in which she secretly gazed at the German in this heavy manner, she slowly settled her upper body in her lap, letting her long arms drape in front of her legs and with the hands atop her boots. She rested her head with her chin touching her knee, tilted to face “Unfettered”, strands of ashen blonde hair falling across her amethyst eyes as she did so. She could look into his eye now, and she did so with intensity; not intimidating, not seductively, nor with enthusiasm. Just raw, unreadable intensity.
“I have nothing better in mind.” ...And to seal the deal, the statement was followed by an upward twitch at the corners of her lips to indicate that she was, even if only jokingly, interested. [/blockquote][/size] |
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