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Post by Veyugan ~* on Feb 3, 2007 20:02:39 GMT -8
"... So you got it? Black and blue, right? Good. I'll be outside."[/b]
The phone snapped shut, ending the conversation. Veyugan raised the Camel cigarette to his lips, and inhaled sharply, letting the pungent smoke fill his lungs. He lowered the cigarette, and flicked it at the brick wall, watching the 'cherry' explode into fiery ash. A slow exhale followed suit, letting the smoke curl upward and dissipate into the night sky. Veyugan bounced up from leaning against the wall, and appeared from within the dark alleyway. A medium sized delivery truck appeared coming around the corner. It flashed its fog lights, and Veyugan raised his thumb up. The truck pulled into the tight alleyway, with barely enough clearance to fit. Veyugan lingered out on the street for a few more seconds, scanning the area to make sure no one was around. Finding that the area was clear, he turned on his heel and made his way to meet Paul, an agent he had hired to do some paperwork.
Paul moved against the alleyway wall toward the back of the truck, leaning against the metal door that served as the opening to the contents of the truck. Veyugan stopped momentarily, looking Paul in the eyes. A smile appeared upon Veyugan's lips as he shook his head ever so lightly. He extended his right arm to Paul, in the supine position. A flick of the middle finger said everything he wanted to say. Paul's eyes jolted open, as if he forgot something. Sliding his hand into his jacket, he removed a tan envelope. Veyugan took the envelope, and receded back to the street. He sliced the envelope open with his blade, and emptied the contents into his other hand slowly. Everything was in order. Proof of insurance and registration and ... the key. Smiling, Veyugan placed the paperwork into the envelope, and slid it into his shirt.
"Well ... let me see it."
"Alright, here she is."[/b]
With that, Paul flung open the metal door, revealing Veyugan's brand new car to him. It was beautiful. The smile widened, letting the whites of his teeth flash in unison with the flash of the black and blue metallic paint of the Bugatti Veyron. Veyugan's hand trembled slightly as the key in his hand jingled lightly. Paul said something, but it didn't register with Veyugan. Nothing did. He was lost. Lost in this car, this beast. The trade of his black McLaren F1 was definitely worth it. He stepped toward it slowly, admiring every curve, every inch of this car. His fingers slid across the hood, letting an audible squeak sound emit from the friction. This car was clean, this car was his. The fastest car in the world. The Bugatti Veyron.
"The plates?"
"In the center console, there is a button. When you depress it, the plates change. You have six sets of license plates stored in the vehicle. Don't know why you wanted them... No one else has this car. It took me forever just to find it. But, thanks for the McLaren."[/b]
"Don't mention it. Well, I'm gone. I'll call you if I need anything else. Keep in touch."
Veyugan jumped onto the truck, opening the door to the Veyron. Paul let the ramp down, allowing Veyugan to exit the back of the truck already in his wheels. The key was in place. It didn't turn yet, the suspense was too much. Finally, he turned it. Like an explosion the superior engine roared with life, filling the entire world with the sound of the Veyron. Veyugan's smile could only grow wider as he flicked on the neon details, letting the cab of the car emit a strong blue neon light around the floorboards, and along the side panels. Under the car, a flash of blue neon light shone strong. He shifted the car to drive, and the car crept forward slowly. As it proceeded down the ramp, and onto the streets, Veyugan slammed on the gas, letting the true power of the car come to life. The sky filled with the roar of the Veyron once more.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Feb 6, 2007 20:26:46 GMT -8
The Veyron rolled to a stop at a stop light, the red glare illuminating the street before him. Veyugan's eyes darted upward - catching the green light on the perpendicular street turn quickly to yellow, then slowly to red. Time stood still for what seemed like an hour before the red light before him flickered to green. As this change happened, Veyugan swiftly depressed the accelerator, letting the engine thrust the car forward at an alarming rate. The pedal touched the floor as Veyugan shifted quickly - watching the RPM monitor on the dash. He didn't want to kill the engine the first night he got it, but he did want to feel the true power. Within three or so seconds, Veyugan was pushing sixty miles an hour, only going faster as the seconds swept by. Adrenaline shot through him. This feeling had been missed. Finding a feeder road, he quickly spun the steering wheel as he shifted his hand from the stick-shift to the handbrake. Pulling it upward lightly in unison with the turning of the wheel, Veyugan drifted the Veyron - drifting into the furthest left lane which onramped onto the freeway. To prevent a fishtail, Veyugan pulled the handbrake up a little more slightly as he straightened the tires out in the direction the car was face. As the tires faced straight away, Veyugan slammed on the accelerator, letting the handbrake drop. Any room for spinning out of control was nullified. The Veyron shot forward - speeding onto the freeway. The speedometer read 130 - increasing at a rapid rate to 170. Veyugan's eyes remained partial - watching the road as well as the RPM gauger. The top speed of the car was 237, if Veyugan remembered correctly, but he didn't want to push it past 180 tonight. Releasing the pressure on the pedal, Veyugan felt a difference in the engine as it seemed to calm - but still retained it's power.
Veyugan slowed his car to a mere 150 as he checked his surroundings. There was no traffic right now - odd, but very true. The time on the center console monitor read 12:46 PM. Veyugan's eyelids narrowed. Why wasn't anyone on the road? A pair of headlights appeared in the rear view mirror. What car could be keeping up with him? Maybe it was someone that wanted to race. That would be idiotic on their part. His curiosity lingered until he saw a red and blue flash. Upon that sight, his lips cascaded into a smile stretching across his face. Finally, the police have came out to play. Veyugan had been wanting something to do. Boredom had been annoying him senseless. This would give him something to do, something fun. However, this was no game. Veyugan knew that, but he never believed it.
"Come on pussy."[/b]
Veyugan's foot slammed on the gas - causing the Veyron to jerk forward, pressing 170 miles an hour. A quick glance upward was made to see that the cop was struggling to keep up. A scoff emitted from Veyugan as he kept this speed - swerving slightly across the four laned desolate freeway. The cop couldn't manage to swerve. He would risk losing control and crashing. The squad car kept a straight on approach. Veyugan wanted to toy with this cop. Pulling in front of the cop, he depressed the brake, slowing down and coming next to the cop. The male officer looked a little shaky and had his police walkie talkie plastered to his face. Backup. The officer frantically waved Veyugan to pull over. In response, Veyugan slammed back on the gas - shooting himself forward. Once more, he positioned his car in front of the squad car. Backup was on the way. The fun would begin shortly.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Feb 7, 2007 19:06:02 GMT -8
Adrenaline.[/i]
Veyugan's body kept a steady flow coming - bringing out his animalistic instincts as he drove onward, going nowhere. The cop behind him had called in back up, and there was no doubt there would be several more squad cars here within a minute or two. The speed was kept at a constant rate of 170 miles an hour - which seemed to be the top speed the cop car could manage. Veyugan wanted more. Being able to go 200+ with cops that couldn't even break 170 annoyed him. This wasn't challenging at all. There wasn't even a helicopter hovering about. A high speed pursuit, and only one police car? Once more, Veyugan shot his gaze upon the rear view mirror - seeing two sets of headlights glare upon the mirror. They were different. Lower to the ground. Veyugan's eyelids narrowed. Who were they? The lights approached at a steady rate - passing the cop car as it slowed and stopped, letting the two new cars chase Veyugan. That's when he noticed what kind of car these units were using. The elite high speed chase unit. Two Lamborghini Diablo GTR's. The smile upon Veyugan's face returned - this time, wider than before.
Those cars were pretty fast. The GTR's could achieve a top speed of 215 - if they wanted the engine to be blown out quickly. The cops probably wouldn't go above 200. However, Veyugan couldn't tell just yet. Like he said before, it was playtime. The white orbs shifted back upon the road as the smile faded to a devious smirk. Veyugan's right leg slammed down, pressing the accelerator to the ground. Once more, the night sky was filled with the roar of the Veyron - the engines of the Lamborghini's swallowed by the superiority of the Bugatti Veyron. Quickly, Veyugan reached a speed of 230 - pressing on the 6000 RPM mark. He kept his speed, listening to the engine, and watching the gages. His eyes shot up to the mirror - seeing the headlights fade slowly. They were trying to keep up. Suddenly, Veyugan was blinded. A large beam of light was barely able to cover him and attain the speed needed to match Veyugan's speed. The helicopter has came up to play, replacing the Lamborghini's. Although, Veyugan knew the Lamborghini's would be behind him for a while.
The helicopter - if keeping this speed constant - would only have enough gas to go for 20 or so minutes. As Veyugan knew - this road wouldn't not stretch in a straight line forever. Feeling risky, Veuyugan slowed, taking an off ramp at 180. He kept his foot on the brake, slowing at a constant speed, but not slowing too much to cause any damage to the car. The helicopter shot past him as he turned right - traveling down a desolate road. He traveled the length of the road, turning again onto the road that runs parallel with the beach. Veyugan kept a speed of 150 down this road, weaving between the few cars that were on the road. His gas tank was reading half full. Only a few minutes of driving really ate away at his gas usage. He had to find somewhere to stop. Veyugan's eyes scanned the beach and the strand - looking for somewhere to temporarily hide out. That's when he saw something promising.
Veyugan turned left, across oncoming traffic and screeched to a halt in front of a closed gate. He leaped out of his car, running to the gate. Quickly, he withdrew his Kris and slammed the tip into the keyhole, feeling something inside break. He pulled at the lock, and after a few seconds, another break within the padlock sounded, and the padlock fell to the ground. Veyugan pushed the gate open, and sprinted back to his car. He shoved himself inside, and shot out onto the dock. What was so special about this dock? It was abandoned. Or, it should be - seeing as the loading pier of the dock looked burnt and hung halfway in the water. Also, the locked gate would explain a lot as well. As he shot through, he found something that could help him very much. An emptied out shipping crate. A large, metal storage device. Slowly, Veyugan drove his car into the crate, and turned off the ignition. The roar of the engine was ceased, and he opened the door while removing the key from the ignition.
Veyugan strode casually from the crate, and closed the doors behind him, turning on a heel to walk around the dock - and find a place to sleep. He could sleep in his car, but it wasn't very comfortable. A bed had to be close by - or something suitable.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 12, 2007 16:23:15 GMT -8
His body was carried down the long pier - walking toward the burnt end. Why did he walk this way? He was almost positive he would find nothing, but something drew him. It was as if he had no control over his body. He neared the end of the pier, hearing a slight ringing. As he traveled further and further, the ringing grew louder. He grimaced - wondering what the fuck was going on. Suddenly, a figure appeared shrouded in a shredded black cloak. The figure's arm shot out, and the ringing in Veyugan's ear worsened - causing him to scream and fall to his knees - pressing the palms of his hands into his temples. The pain was excruciating, and Veyugan felt as if his consciousness was about to leave him. However, the ringing ceased almost instantaneously. His eyes flickered open - revealing the toe-end of two boots. Veyugan leaped backward - trying to stay away from the person in the cloak.
"It's been a very long time Veyugan. I've missed you. You wouldn't believe it. It's me - Krocka.
The shrouded figure removed his hood, revealing the familiar face to Veyugan. A sense of fear paralyzed him where he stood. No movement. No breathing. His heart skipped, over and over again. Veyugan couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Heh. You thought I died that day during the riot, didn't you? No. Me and Novak are very much alive. We have been researching. Seeking that lay hidden behind the name of Krewk. Yes; our gang's name meant something much more. We have discovered something about it. About it's lineage. I just had to come and tell you; to show you what we found." [/color]
Krocka walked over, leaning in. His whisper fell into Veyugan's ear, who still couldn't find the strength to move.
"We are different. We have discovered a power within our blood - within yours as well, Veyugan. You would like it. The feeling, the power. So I have brought it to you. Heh. Have fun Veyugan. Me and Novak will stop by sometime in the future. So, I decided ... I'd let you train a little before we annihilate you. I've got to run ... But first, here's a little ... sample."[/color]
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Still, his body remained motionless. His mind screamed at him, urged him to move. However, he could not. The white orbs recorded with horror what was happening to him. Krocka?! Veyugan could have sworn he saw him die with the very same eyes he was watching him with now! His teeth clenched together, his body burning with rage. A shiver, not from cold - but from anger. Krocka had been chanting - his arms completing a series of movements. Veyugan's eyes swept downward - looking over the rail and into the ocean floor. It was a dark brown ... he could see the bottom. His eyes shot up - his head snapped to his left - behind him. Walls of water rose - towering above him. Veyugan's eyes shifted downward - meeting the glare of Krocka. His feet shot off - his body heading toward his enemy. However ... it was to late. Krocka forced his arms down, the walls crashing into Veyugan.
Darkness ....
Veyugan snapped awake - his right hand flying to his kris as he raised to a crouched position. The kris shone, unsheathed, in the morning sun. Krocka was gone. Veyugan had washed up on shore. Was it a dream?! What the fuck had happened?! Were those walls ... real?! Nothing made sense. Grasping the Kris with his other hand as well, he drove the blade into the sand - cursing as he did so. His head pounded, bringing back memories of his gang. The Czech Krewk. The slaughter at the city-wide riot. Novak and Krocka. Everything replayed in his mind. How he hated those two men. They had fucked Veyugan for life - making him the way he was. The ringing returned. The pounding intensified. Veyugan threw his head back, screaming out in pain and pure hatred.
The kris was sheathed slowly, as Veyugan attempted to calm himself. His body fell back against the sand, arms behind him to hold him up. The dock was worse off then before. The front half still remained, but the part he had been on seemed to have been swallowed by ... Krocka's ... technique? Veyugan didn't know what to make of it. Veyugan's head shook slightly, as he struggled to his feet. His left leg ached horribly. As if a metal rod had been driven through his shin and calf. Veyugan put off the pain, limping up to the dock's entrance once more.
The gate was forced open, his body retracing his original steps back to his car - and the shipping crate it was in. As he reached it, his eyes snapped open. He had closed the door, he was sure of it. The door to the crate was open - wide open. His car was still there though, so no worries. A mental sigh. Good, it's still there.
Veyugan limped to his car, opening the door, and collapsing into the driver's seat. Heavy breathing followed. Internal injuries? Veyugan couldn't tell, but he was severely injured. Two broken ribs, and internal bleeding. He needed to get to a hospital.
His right hand brought up his keys, igniting the engine. The car door slammed. The car shot out - back onto the streets. Veyugan's foot pressed the accelerator in - his vision beginning to fail him. He couldn't crash - not in this car. Grunting, Veyugan pulled the car over to the shoreline.
"Fuck."[/color]
Veyugan closed the door and locked it as he stumbled out of the car, walking toward the beach. His knees failed him. He collapsed - arms shooting out to stop him from hitting the sand. His arms failed him. He collapsed - face slamming into the warm sand. His vision failed him. He collapsed - tumbling headfirst into darkness.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 13, 2007 5:10:26 GMT -8
Going out to the beach at midnight? Nothing new, as she's done them plenty of times before. First time, she met Evan, where they ended up fighting - which was totally random. Today, she had her jeans rolled up to capris as she walked freely through the water, shoes and socks somewhere on the sand. Light swishing sounds were made as she made her way through, eyes blinking impassively through the dark area, the moon barely lighting anything around her. Although her eyes may not have been best at night...her ears worked perfectly fine. And when she heard an engine roaring near by - too near, to be exact - she figured something was off. Who would drive a car onto the shoreline...?
She heard a door slam followed by a beep, letting her know that someone had come out of the car and locked it. She followed the noise, her slow, walking pace turning into a light jog, until she saw an outline of a car, and what looked like a human on the ground, face first. A sigh would escape her lips as she would go on her knees; it was amazing how Mitsuki found herself in the oddest of position-- When she tried to flip him over on his back... Well... Something felt off, and that would certainly explain why he's face first in the sand. Hands moved quickly in search of keys, as she was sure he wouldn't - unless it was a really bulky female - want her dragging his body all the way to the hospital.
Let me tell ya. Tall, big, bulky people aren't exactly light.
Kind of heavy.
Kind of.
Finding a pair of keys, she decided to press all three buttons to figure out which unlocked the door; to her luck, they unlocked on the first she pressed. She pulled open the drivers seat car door and went back to the body, moving behind his head, slipping her arms under his and pulled, half dragging, half carrying his body toward the drivers seat of the car. What? She wasn't going to let this guy drive. Though, when she saw the interior...she figured he wouldn't like anyone else driving his car. It kind of looked like Reita's car on the inside... She sighed. Reita hated other people driving his car. She was sure this guy was the same.
Barely paying any attention to the guys appearance, she buckled his seat belt and moved over to the drivers side. Once in, she buckled her own and slipped the key and turned on the engine, the car roaring for life. She stared at the car, wondering what she should do..
She pulled her gloves off and rested her hands on the wheel. Changing the car to reverse, she hit the pedal and slowly maneuvered her way onto the main road. She switched gears to "D" - you know, for drive - and went her way toward the hospital.
Judging his car, she figured he was one of those racing-people, as they all had these fancy, super fast cars. What? That's how she got hers. Not that she raced them, no, Reita got it for her. Though she barely uses it, unless for emergencies, as she found the car to be a bit too.."flashy".. So it was safe to assume that leaving his car in the parking lot of the hospital is..not so much a great idea. So where would she leave it? And how would she let him know where the car was?
Pulling up at the hospital, she got out of the car, keys slipping into her pocket as she sprinted inside, looking for a nurse or docto--
"My friend's in my car and I think he's really hurt... We were skateboarding, fooling around and-- please, you have to help him."
Now, now. She had a hint of desperation in her voice as she talked rapidly to the first person she saw: Guy in a white lab coat. Dr. Chex. He nodded calmly before calling a couple more nurses and doctors that were on their way as he followed her back to the car. Passenger seat door opened, and she unbuckled him as medical staff came and pulled him onto a stretcher. Pushing him inside, she caught wind of his blue hair before the doctor told her she'd have to stay and write out a form for him.
Great.
"I have to go park the car first..."
Doctor gave an understanding nod and an odd look as she returned to the car... Now...where to park this little beaute--
Dammit, I left my shoes and socks at the beach..
She had - just then - noticed that she was all barefoot, and no doubt the doctors would have realized this too. Giving a slight sigh, she decided to switch cars. Park this in place of where her car is, and take her car back to the hospital so they don't think she's some run-away. She drove quickly home, and with the help of her brother, switched cars - his keys put in her pocket to give to him when he wakes up, to assure him that she didn't throw it into the ocean - got shoes that were fit for skaters and made her way back to the hospital!
Talk about a waste of gas.
Parking her car, she then slipped her keys in the same pocked so it would seem like one giant set of keys - but she really had nothing on the chain but her car key and a house key, and a picture of her and Reita when they were kids.
Walking up to the counter...
"..my friend was taken here recently... Blue hair?"
"Ah yes, Veyugan Galyant?"
Figures. They obviously looked through his wallet...
"Third floor, room 318."
Hm, well...
"Is he going to be okay?"
She paused and looked at the screen, before giving a reassuring smile.
"I can't promise you anything, but I have a strong feeling he will."
Honestly, Mitsuki didn't ask because she cared; she asked because it seemed like that's what a friend would do. What? She certainly didn't want to go to juvenile detention or somethin' along those lines...
Taking the steps to the third floor, she sat and leaned against her chair as they operated on the guy apparently named...Veyugan. Might as well just call him Veggie...
..this is going to be...one long night..[/color][/color]
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 13, 2007 19:58:31 GMT -8
His eyes snapped open - his body lunging forward. Pain coursed through his abdomen - surging like wildfire throughout the rest of of his body. His head reeled back against the bed. Eyes closed tightly as he grimaced at the pain. The white orbs flickered around himself - noting a series of tubes and other things going in and out of his body. His mind raced, the heartbeat on the monitor increasing dramatically. Veyugan calmed slightly, lifting his head up to look around him. Yeah, he was definitely in a hospital. The question was raised... How did he get there.
His eyes focused on a girl laying on the couch directly in front of his bed. Veyugan eyed her closely. Did he know her from somewhere? More importantly ... what was she doing in Veyugan's room? Wait ... The beach... It began to come back to him a little. The last thing he remembered was passing out on a beach somewhere. Had she been there to help him? Veyugan wasn't sure, but he assumed she had. Fighting against the pain, Veyugan rose himself to a slight sitting position. She was wearing a zip up jacket - which seemed to be revealing a little. The zipper was a less than halfway down, and since she was laying down, there was one breast almost completely uncovered. To be honest, Veyugan thought he could see a part of her nipple. He was halfway afraid to wake her - because if she got up before she noticed - Veyugan would get an eye-full. Especially if you're just waking up, you don't really notice those kinds of things.
"Uhm.. Miss? Hello?"[/b]
Veyugan spoke - trying to wake her lightly.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 14, 2007 20:30:54 GMT -8
...she was wearing a loose wifebeater underneath, along with a bra, but you know... Maybe the wifebeater was too loose and he couldn't see her bra. Never the less, being a light sleeper she is, her hand automatically moved toward the zipper and pulled it up a little below her neck, her eyes still closed as she sat up from the couch. Natural instinct, you could say, to pull up the zipper, as it always slid down for some odd reason where ever she went. Today was possibly not the best day to wear this sweater. Not the best at all. Eyes slowly fluttering open - as she was quite tired - dull, emotionless eyes gazing upon the fallen 'warrior' - hinthint, his weapon - which oddly looked just like the one at that bar---...oh, no way.
Still, an apathetic look was washed over her face, a black hospital mask covering the lower half as she stood up from the couch, brushing her hair back with her hand before pulling it up into a messy bun. Hands slipped inside her pocket as she pulled out his car keys, and tossed lightly on the bed, which would land near his left arm. Her own keys jingled lightly in her pocket as she walked toward him, taking a seat on the chair next to the bed, eyes half closed as she spoke, lacking quite the emotions in her voice, whether it be because she's really like this, or because she's genuinely tired.
"...if anyone asks, you got injured from fooling around with me and a skateboard. Your car is parked in the fourth floor in the parking lot that's between Route --- and ******* Drive, in the far back corner."
Legs pulled up in front of her as she leaned against them, stifling a yawn.
"...once you're released from the hospital, I can give you a ride there, and we'll never see eachother again. Deal?"
Straight to the point as she was tired; but street racers and Mitsuki were not a great mix, as her brother was one himself.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 15, 2007 13:17:24 GMT -8
Veyugan laid back his head as she awoke - showing some respect in letting her wake up without being stared at. Once she had gotten up - Veyugan sat back up, the side of his body aching with the movement. Had he been in surgery? His right hand lifted the sheet - revealing a large white pad covering the side of his body. Well, it seemed as if he had been through surgery. Great. A sigh came from his body as he let the cover drop - covering up the bandage. About this time, the girl would have tossed him something ... his keys? His eyes narrowed. Had she taken his car? Well .. since she was actually giving him his keys, Veyugan thought that maybe she had parked it somewhere safe.
Exactly.
As she spoke, she told Veyugan the 'cause' of his injury, and where his car was parked. A slight smirk spread across his face as his white orbs flooded over the girl - she definitely seemed familiar. It was her eyes that brought Veyugan's attention toward her. Those eyes ... Where had he seen them before?
Her body moved to a chair next to Veyugan's bed - sitting and curling her body together in the chair. She was tired. Veyugan struggled - moving his body to the far left of the bed. The bed itself was huge - wide enough for two large people. Veyugan grunted as he moved. His right arm lightly tapped the empty spot on the bed before it was drawn across his chest. She spoke again - causing a slight frown to appear across his lips. Veyugan managed to speak.
"Ahem... No deal ... without you - I probably would have died. I'd like to repay you. So ... no deal."[/b]
The eyelids became heavy, and his eyes closed. He wasn't sleepy, but ... he was fatigued. The spot on the bed was still open. She could lay down if she wanted to get a little rest. Veyugan was in no mood to be affectionate - so he wouldn't try anything toward her. However, before anything else happened ... he had to ask.
"But ... I have to ask. Why did you stay?"[/b]
Veyugan's eyes opened into slits - white orbs peering at the girl as he asked the question.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 15, 2007 16:05:58 GMT -8
Mitsuki was always one to prefer small areas to sleep in, rather than huge, open spaces. It made her feel more cozy, more at home. So when he created space for her to lay down in, she merely blinked at stayed put, as she would end up snuggling against him. First of all, he was injured, and it would most likely hurt him if she snuggled, and second of all, there was no way in hell she was going to take the chance of laying next to him. She knew exactly who he was, and the fact that on that night he had a high amount of teterostones, well...let's just leave it at that.
Chin rested on her knees as her half-open eyes blinked once more, trying to keep her contacts from dying out. She would have realized his blue hair sooner...if she weren't colorblind.
No deal? Hmmph...she would have to fix that.
And as for his question..
..why did she stay?
"..I think I just fell asleep on the couch."
Was that a lie or was she telling the truth? Honestly, Mitsuki couldn't really tell herself, as she did not really remember. As for being re-paid...
"..your car was quite enjoyable; consider yourself out of debt."
Deal.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 15, 2007 16:28:37 GMT -8
Veyugan noted that she pretty much denied his invitation to lay down with him. A snicker came from him quietly. Maybe she was scared of him. His body stretched out into the space he had made. If she wasn't going to take it - he would. Water ... He wanted water. There was a dryness in his throat, and his lips seemed chapped. His tongue slid across his upper lip as he looked around the room quickly. He could wait.
She seemed tired still. Veyugan's face took on a look of concern. She answered his question as to why she had stayed. Yeah, right. An almost inaudible 'Pfft' sounded from his lips as his head laid back, his eyes closing. Words ... She spoke again. So she had drove his car. So ... she didn't want anything from him? Then ... what was she doing here? Veyugan's eyes remained closed.
"Well ... Nothing is keeping you here. Seems like you don't really need me for anything. You look tired. If I were you, I'd go home and get some rest."[/b]
Truth be told, he wanted her to stay. Veyugan longed to remember where he had seen those eyes before. However, if she didn't want to stay, she didn't have to. The girl was able to leave as she pleased. But, Veyugan would enjoy the company. His eyes flicked open, head tilting to the side. The eyes were dead - no life, but longing for it. Patiently, he waited to see what she would do.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 15, 2007 17:23:23 GMT -8
Expressionless eyes watched him as he licked his lip, and she assumed that...well, she assumed he was thirsty. She already knew there was no water in the room, so after about a minute, she stood up, brushing her hair back with her hand. She stepped away from the chair and toward the door, hand wrapping around the handle as she turned and pulled. What? He said she could leave, and she was extremely tired, and missed her bed dearly. Stepping into the halls of the hospital, her footsteps lightly clicked against the tiled floors, eventually making her way to the staircase and down the flight of stairs, to the first floor lobby. And then...? Out the two sliding doors, exiting the hospital, and headed toward her car in the parking lot as she hit the button for the doors to unlock.
Then inside the car, she took out her wallet, and headed back inside the hospital after locking it up again, eventually making her way to the lobby once again, toward the vending machines. Pulling a dollar from her wallet, she slipped it inside and pressed for a bottle of water, as soda would not be healthy for him at the moment. The vending machine made a rather loud noise before a bottle of Ice Mountain water dropped into the opening, and taking the bottle, she took her sweet little time getting back to his room, knowing very well that he probably thought she left.
Honestly, she was really going to leave, until she saw the vending machines, and then the guilt came in, knowing that she left after noticing he was thirsty.
Knocked on the door before entering again, ice cold water in her hand as she lazily walked toward him, uncapping the bottle of water and handing the drink over to...what was his name? Veggie?
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 15, 2007 17:48:06 GMT -8
As she stood to mess with her hair, Veyugan knew. His head laid back, eyes closing once more. The click of the handle verified it. Footsteps faded down the hallway as the door cut off any noise from outside his room. Veyugan sighed lightly. Now, he'll probably never know where he remembered her from. His arms forced him into a sitting position - grunting against the pain. The plastic robe was irritating him, so he ripped it from his body. With a slight toss, he discarded it to his right - watching it flutter to the floor. The covers came just above his waist - letting Veyugan imagine what had happened. Two broken ribs on his right side... Great. That would take a little while to heal. The bandage, however wasn't blood stained. His eyes narrowed - sort of curious as to why he wasn't bleeding through.
Gently, he laid his arms across his chest - muscles flexing slightly. If there was one thing Veyugan hated about hospitals ... it was atrophy sustained while on bed-rest. Another sigh came. He couldn't shake the girl from his head. Who was she? Those eyes ... They definitely meant something to him. However, he couldn't remember who they belonged to. The black-face mask didn't really help either.
A knock?
Veyugan figured it to be either a nurse or a doctor, so he told whoever was at the door to come in. His eyes, however, remained lost - staring into space toward his arms. It wasn't until she handed him the bottle of water when he realized she came back. With a warm smile, he grasped the bottle, his fingers grazing against her softly as he grabbed it. He placed the uncapped bottle to his lips - taking a long drink as he scooted over to his right - again allowing her to lay - or sit - next to him.
"Thanks. Thought you left."[/b]
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 15, 2007 19:01:44 GMT -8
...o..kay.....
What happened to his shirt...?
None the less, she sat down on the bed, back leaning against the bedpost, shoulders giving a light shrug when he said he thought she left. She knew that, so what else was there to say? Now, Mitsuki was a pretty decent driver, though because she still only had her permit... Well, curfew was up for the city, and she really shouldn't be driving a car so late at night - especially if she's tired. Even though she's a light sleeper, she might as well fall dead at a red light. She could always ask Reita to come pick her up, but then what happens to her car? And he'll probably make her go buy ice cream for him again...so....no. She was a bit sick of it.
Head leaned back against the bedpost, eyes slowly sliding closed, barely even trying to keep awake. She knew it wasn't good for her eyes to sleep with contacts on, but... She was tired. Hands came up and zipped up her sweater all the way, and then pulled the hood over her head before leaning back against the wall. Eyes fully closed, light breathing replaced her conscious breathing, her head sliding to her right, which would probably end up landing on his left shoulder. Though being a light sleeper, well...
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Aug 15, 2007 19:14:40 GMT -8
Veyugan got a shrug in return for the thanks. Well, at least she didn't leave. He was glad he was going to have company for the night. As she sat down next to Veyugan, he offered a small smile. If she was it, then maybe she would know how much he appreciated her being there for him - even if he didn't really know her. He could feel she was tired - as her body began to grow heavier and heavier. She was definitely falling asleep, that much he knew. He watched as she zipped up her jacket the rest of the way, and pulled the hood over her head. As she leaned back against the wall, Veyugan's left hand shot behind her, moving his body so she would lay against his shoulder - her head resting on his chest.
You had to admit - that would be more comfortable than laying against a wall.
Veyugan's left arm curled around her body, his hand coming around her waist - clutching with his right. As she slipped into dream-world, his head would lay back against the pillows he stacked up - the girl still resting against his body. He wasn't tired. He had pretty much just woken up from being put down. So, he just laid back, eyes closed. Waiting...
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 17, 2007 13:45:18 GMT -8
Oddly comfortable, despite the fact that he's not wearing a shirt. Or was she just too tired to argue with him? Either way, she knew she really shouldn't have leaned against him; she should have just fallen asleep on the couch, as that would've suited well for her. But the body heat made it oddly nice to just...lay there. Content..? No, no.. Cozy. She felt cozy. Very...cozy---
-Knock, knock-
Conscious breathing replacing her light ones, eyes ever so slowly opening up as a doctor came into view, frowning at the image he had seen. Veyugan topless and a girl in bed next to him...? Well it was obvious he had gotten the wrong idea at first glance, but when he realized all she was doing was sleep... A nurse followed in shortly after, arching a brow at the two before she went to check on the pouches of liquid that would get transferred into Veggie. Feeling slightly uncomfortable under the doctors gaze, she shifted, letting her legs fall off the bed before she would pull away from Veggie's hold.
"Ah..hem...ah, Miss...getting into the same bed with your friend here may not be the best of ideas, as the slightest move could make him uncomfortable, and put strain on his wounds..."
She blinked lazily, before nodding, slinking down on the chair next to his bed as the nurse made her way out, muttering something quietly under her breath.. Mitsuki barely took notice, as she was...well. Just a little too tired.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Galyant? Anything we can get for you?"
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