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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 8:22:12 GMT -8
"Too young for you Vale? From what I remember I was pretty young when we first met... but I guess so were you. You were interested then, even if...it seemed you had no real clue on what was going on."
She laughed this time. Vale had been so...cute then. Didn't exactly get what was going on, but tried to make it seem like he did. That was the impression Kate got on looking back on it. Running around in New York with him had been a highlight of her younger days. And younger days being younger in high school. Before she was an upper class man.
"I'll meet her. And yes I wanna look out for you. You're not puny or weak or stupid at all...but you're the only real friend I've got, and I'll do all I can before some one else fucks you up sideways. It's how I roll Vale."
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 8:30:35 GMT -8
"I would not want to be fucked up sideways. Does not sound comfortable. She's fourteen by the way, I'm nineteen.. I think. I don't remember.... like it matters."
He had an inch to go! Woo, confetti time! After the last inch, he whiped away the blood. And started on the inner curve.. this required him touching... her... oh dear. Poor Vale. He was being very careful not to do anything that would get him hurt.
Don't jab.. don't jab... don't touch... don't touch..
Oh come on.. touch it.
SHUT UP KLAUS!
Damn you Klaus! Damn you! Why must he always jump in when it was not a good time? His left eye had a bit of a purple glow. Then it faded. Klaus was awake. And boy was he awake. Valekin was not comfortable at all. And it showed on his face.
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 8:38:29 GMT -8
"Nineteen? Wow... for some reason I thought you were younger than me."
Nineteen. Kate was one year younger. Odd, she had always thought of him as younger... well, that changes things...slightly. Her bright eyes looked back at Vale...something seemed... wrong.
"You okay Vale?"
The pain? No problem, it was easily handled. Not that she could take a ton of it, but she could handle it until he was done for now. This tattoo would be no little thing. Kate was prepared for it. She also knew that Vale had to...touch her breast, in order to finish it. Once again, no big deal to the blonde. Honestly a few men had touched her breasts... in different ways. Lesse... Karel, Hiroko, that one night stand guy who's name she forgot, Jester... yup, there ya go... Kate felt dirty all over again. Shameful. She looked away from Vale, and stared at the couch. The blonde would be silent for a few moments now.
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 8:45:40 GMT -8
"I am not okay...."
He was a little jittery, but he only had a few more inches before he was done with THAT portion of the inner curve. Then things would be all right. Klaus was hammering away with verbal grenades and machine gun fire. Making poor Vale all upset-like. This was not comfortable for him.
"Shut UP KLAUS! GOTT!"
For a moment he wondered if she remembered that Klaus occupied his head with him. Boy, that would be an odd moment wouldn't it? Oh, forgot to tell you. I've got someone else in my head. Everything I see, he sees. Sorry! Not good. Not good. Ok, the worst has passed. He was done with THAT area. And was working on the rest of the inner curve.
"Sorry about the touching.. not my place."
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 8:52:51 GMT -8
Kate snapped out of her...mental issues when Vale apologized. She really hadn't heard anything else he had said. Her bright green eyes blinked in confusion for a moment, before she got it and chuckled.
"You were just doing the tattoo. You didn't grope it or anything, it's all good Vale."
That's how Kate viewed it. He was doing a job, and if it required for a few moments that he touch her where some one would not normally be able to, well that was that. She wanted the tattoo. No big thing. She wasn't gunna kill him or anything weird like that.
"Thanks for doing this Valekin. I...needed a change."
Maybe now she could just move on. Vale was her only friend, and if it stayed that way...if she didn't let anyone else get close... then she'd be fine. The blonde made up her mind right then. Vale, just her friend Valekin, and that was it. No one else, and she wouldn't get hurt.
As far as love went? Screw it. Maybe she didn't need it? Right?
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 9:05:01 GMT -8
"You're very welcome. That'll be eight billion dollars and thirty two cents . Cash only."
He joked. Valekin always had few friends. And most of his friends now were either dead, or missing. Kate was one he had known a while. Really.. she was his only friend as of the moment. Mitsuki was his student, and Jonathan was just an acquaintance. So really, she was his only friend in the world.
"Anything for a friend, da? Some one tries to take you from me, and I'll tie them naked to a flagpole."
No idle threat. He'll do it. Oh he will do it. Don't even run it by him, he will find a poor schmuck to tie to a flagpole naked to prove that he'd do it. He was almost done now.
"Almost done."
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 9:09:22 GMT -8
Another laugh. Odd how she had been crying earlier, beating the crap out of random street thugs...and now here she was laughing and getting a tattoo. One word explanation: Valekin. He had always been able to do stuff like this.
"Sweet. I bet you would. It'd be funny to see."
A small smile was on her lips, she was comfortable... except for the needle in her. But that was necessary. Her eyes closed, and she leaned her head back wards, blonde hair spilling down the couch.
"Anything for a friend is right Vale. Don't forget it if, for some damned odd reason, you need help. I don't bail on my friends, never have, never will."
It was the honest truth. Kate had NEVER bailed on a friend. They had bailed on her, leaving her in the most shitty situations ever... but she had never done such a thing to anyone. Not that she could remember anyways.
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 9:19:58 GMT -8
"And done! it looks pretty, though it's just two curved lines. It'll look very good when finished."
He whiped away the blood and turned around. Dismantling the gun, and cleaning up the cart a little bit. He took off the latex glove, and put it back in the box. Luckily he hadn't dirtied it so it could be used again. He gave her a moment to get herself situated by leaving the room with the cart, and whistling that song "rubber band man."
"I will not bail on you. Unless you step on a butterfly mine, then I can't do anything about it. Hell, maybe I'll stay and get blown to smithereens too, eh?"
When he returned he plopped back down on the couch. Not really paying attention to whether she was dressed completely or not. If she wasn't. Oh shit, that would be bad. Bad for him. Bad bad bad.
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 9:26:45 GMT -8
Just to be honest, Kate could exactly slide her clothes back on with her tattoo the way it was. The pressure from the bra alone would hurt like hell. She'd need at least a bandage for that area so it wouldn't bleed as much.
The bright eyed girl was sitting up on the couch, towel still around her when Vale returned. She let out a yawn and settled back comfortably. Did she feel awkward in this situation? Not one bit.
" Well, that's life. Can't do much if you step on a mine. I don't plan on doing that anytime soon though, considering were in a city in Cali."
She chuckled, eyes closing once more as she ignored the stinging fleeing. Kate hated the sting, but it was what happened. She sat there for a few moments before speaking up again.
"So...what do we do now?"
It was his place, he was the host...she was guest. He'd have to entertain her one way or another. It was as simple as that.
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 9:38:50 GMT -8
"Let us play a game! ROULETTE! I've got a revolver her somewhere..."
Was he joking? I couldn't tell. I mean, you never know. He's totally wack-o. And that is the clinical term for it. He was definitely going to need some sanity lessons. He didn't really have much in the realm of entertainment. Except target practice, books and monopoly. Of course they could probably go to the beach or something. It was only a quick drive. A very quick drive.
"Now where did I put it?"
He stood up to go look for the revolver.. and a way for her to get some clothes on so he wouldn't be uncomfortable the whole freaking time. Boy that'd be odd. BANG! The last thing he sees is a boob. That wouldn't be a bad way to go really. Unless it was Janet Jackson's boob. That would be horrible. Some old man probably died in the stadium from a heart attack. Poor guy.
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 9:50:15 GMT -8
"I'd rather not die anytime soon..."
She rolled her eyes, thinking it was all just a joke. But Kate didn't want to just give up on life. No... she wanted to live. And have fun, tons of fun. That was the one thing on her mind that she wanted to do. Have fun.
And why not?
What did she have holding her back? Nothing. Absolutely nothing anymore. No more family, no friends but Vale. It was perfect, just peachy keen. She sat there and waited for Vale to come back from whatever he was doing.
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 9:56:22 GMT -8
"I've got MONOPOLY! Whatever that means."
He came in carrying the box, and put it on the floor. He opened it up, and picked out the cannon. He wanted to be the cannon. THE CANNON! Then he tossed a plastic bag of the pewter tokens to her and started dealing out the money. He found the game in the break room. Seemed the workers left it there when they left the factory. Oh well, their loss. He could play the longest game of monopoly, with Klaus. If he wanted. But Klaus is a cheating whore. Just like Nana.
"Hee hee.."
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 10:34:40 GMT -8
Kate watched him set out the pieces, and she slid off the couch to the ground. One hand kept the towel where it was, as she smiled slightly at him. Monopoly...the blonde hadn't played that in ages.
"Alright, lemme be the Scottie Dog."
Why? Because she was Scottish? Yup. Pride in her mother, her real Scottish Native mother. Where she got her coloring and good looks from, in Kate's mind at least. It had nothing to do with the fact her father had been dashingly handsome when he was younger.
Her slender fingers set out the money in an organized fashion. Would she cheat? No. But would she have no mercy and be out to win, using all the business skills ever taught to her? Yes. Kate had this new thing since Vale had seen her at 552. She was ruthless when it came to games. No mercy at all. Fun.
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Post by valekin on Apr 4, 2007 10:48:05 GMT -8
Vale never had any luck with dice. Which is probably why he never played craps, or any other game with dice. This caused him to go to jail constantly. Not to collect two hundred dollars, hit every single piece of property she had, and all her hotels. Lose the chance for boardwalk and park avenue. And get the crappy places. Shit.
"I need a get out of jail-free badge. I'm in there too much."
It was close to midnight before he declared bankruptcy. He was no good at monopoly. Never would be good at monopoly. The dice! THE DICE! If only it didn't have dice, but cards! Like Sorry. He was amazing at Sorry. Of course he hadn't played sorry since he was a little boy. But he was amazing at it. She did prove to be ruthless. And he proved to lose.
"I'm going to bed."
He finally decided. He'd snooze, right there on the couch. Offering her his bed. Because he was an insane gentleman like that. And it was the hostly thing to do. After all, she was his guest, and he was the host.
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Post by Kate on Apr 4, 2007 10:52:18 GMT -8
Kate won, stealing the prize of satisfaction. Winning just made her bright eyes dance and that smile to be a smug smirk. The blonde loved not only to win, but to beat her opponents into the ground. Lovely right?
"Alright Valekin. See you in the mornin."
She pulled herself into the bed, then pulled the covers up to her chin. Nice and snuggled in, the blonde would slowly fall asleep. What was more comfortable then getting a tattoo, playing monopoly with her only friend and laughing away the hours until midnight.
Nothing to Kate. This was awesome to her.
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