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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:08 pm
The pink coloured Jeep Noire'd had since she was officially dubbed 'teenager' was less than shiny now, but she'd stuck with it even now as she was a 'youthful young woman' by human standards. Truth be told, Noire had little choice in the matter - her adoptive family were certainly not lacking funds, but they lived their own lives, and call it her stubborn will, but Noire was ready to fly on her own wings. (literally, pun intended, harhar!)
Which of course meant she was dirt poor. Funny, the proposition (or in reality, something like a threatening blackmail) Alistair handed to her provided for that, too; why wouldn't they want the second generation's needs coddled? "Get pregnant and we will provide you with an apartment and money for food and other such necessities; I'm expecting you to play parents, too, no getting rid of the offspring after birth!" Sometimes, Noire seriously wondered what was stopping her from ripping an anti-matter hole through Alistair's head. Complications. Functionalities. He had all that was her past and every shred of where she came from at his disposal. Oh, and he could drag her father back to a different dimension to be executed and/or brainwashed at the snap of a finger. Didn't know what claws Alistair had in Aricin, but she was guessing it was something similar in one way or another - she couldn't imagine him doing this willingly. Unless he was hoping this would get him laid, which she had decided (given her obvious beauty) wasn't outside the realm of possibility. She hadn't spoken to Aricin in little over a month, and even then, it was only on the phone to give him their appointment time and directions. She got out of her car she found herself wondering if he'd even show up. She'd have to wait outside the office to give him a quick run-down of her plan to schmooze the doctor and get their stories straight, but she wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing him again. How exactly do you comfortably meet the guy you spent most of your childhood trying to 'faux kill' and who's only recently been 'assigned' to breed, and as was likely, live with you? It hadn't been too long, a few years really, which by most of the Terra standards were seconds for how long they expected to live - but they grew so fast, and the last time she could clearly remember seeing him was when they were kids. His voice had changed on the phone. So had hers, she observed to herself thoughtfully.
"Oh hey Ari. You're lookin' tall. Hair is a little wirey, though, guess the electricity's given you a perma-perm." She said out loud, though to herself as if practicing. She slapped a hand over her forehead and leaned against the side of the Double Trouble building; gray wings folding flat against her back. "I hate my life." Muttered the gothic 'young woman,' eyes coated deep in kohl like some druid looking to try out for the raccoon squad, as she sneered at her existence and scanned around for Aricin.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:32 pm
Why had he agreed to this? Aricin had his reasons. Though to be honest he wasn’t even quite sure what those reasons were. Maybe a bit of pressure from family (Aaron had nearly wet himself when he’d heard the possibility of more kids) or a great amount of alcohol, or Alistair’s casual remark about how the next door neighbors had gone missing again and Val was the biggest suspect. Yeah, any one of those could have been it, but he preferred not to think about it.
Ari had decided to simply deal with the situation and see it through to the end.
Aaron had begged to come to the meeting and had been flatly refused. Aricin hadn’t seen Noire, and the future mother of his children, for a while and he really didn’t need things complicated by the overly enthusiastic red haired idiot.
He came roaring down the street on his motorbike (or cycle, if you will) and came to a stop in front of the clinic. Getting off, he ran his hands through his hair, in the only outward sign of nerves, and then looked around. Seeing Noire standing not to far away he hesitated and the made his way over, hands in his pockets.
“Well, long time no see.” Aricin gave her a rakish grin.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:37 pm
It wasn't as though she hadn't heard him and his .... 'bike' drive up, but her gaze had remained decisively 'somewhere' else until she was spoken too. Noire wasn't a nervous woman, but at the moment, extremely unsure of what she as doing.
"Alright!" Noire blurted out, taking a few seconds to examine the boy - er, man, whatever. She was on a mission, any snide remarks about him or, better yet, thoughtful observations over how cute his butt had gotten would have to wait. "So this is the story. We have been married for two years, your grandfather is dieing and you want the money but you have to have an heir and you're infertile. Got it?" She quickly explained, pulling a cheap ring out of only anyone's guess given how tight her outfit was. The ring must have been from one of those 25 cent dispensers or a cracker jack box. "Here. I'm just guessing that they interview people before giving them means to have babies, so we needa at least act happy, right?" She took a breath and nodded. "Ready?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:46 pm
Aricin’s manly pride wasn’t too amused at being called ‘infertile’, even if that fact could easily be true. But he decided to keep his mouth shut since he was grateful that Noire hadn’t yet threatened to remove any of his limbs, as their usual conversations seemed to go.
“Two years, Val’s dieing and I’m infertile. Got it.” It was amusing to think of his guardian with any sort of inheritance, besides his beloved knives… or even dieing.
“I’m sure I can manage happy.” He eyed the crappy little ring and then turned towards the clinic. Ari as up for the challenge! “Let’s go…” He paused, looking a little confused. “… darling.” The unfamiliar word was added.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:49 pm
She flashed him a glare, fully expecting the term to be just as much an act as well as a condescending, sarcastic jibe. She grabbed his hand and opened the door, marching in. "So, we're here.. Uh.. Miss.. Hello? Some guy named Ronchas needs to fix my husbands little problem so I can get knocked up." She smiled as sweetly as she could, not once thinking she had already destroyed any facade of 'parent material' already.
"It should be under Sinclair." She elaborated, biting on her lip for something else to distract her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 12:05 am
Selma glanced up at the newest odd couple. Their words interesting her only long enough to glance from her romance novel before she looked back down to it. Letting out an annoyed sigh she raised her hand and flicked them away.
"The doctor is busy and will see you in a moment." Selma put real emphises on doctor. To remind this odd couple that Ronchas was not 'some guy'. She may be lazy, bored and unwilling to do anything for that paycheck but Selma had her loyalty. Ronchas was a sick, insane man, but he was a legal doctor.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 12:12 am
“My little problem?” Aricin muttered the words under his breath, keeping his gaze off to the side. Noire wasn’t exactly making the best start of things. She was such a crappy actor.
Then Aricin frowned. He really wanted this to be over and done with as soon as possible. He wanted it to be over and done with so much that being told to wait grated on his nerves a little. Of course, being told to do anything by anyone annoyed him.
Leaning forward he placed a hand on the desk and glared at Selma. “This is very important. He’s going to see us right now, I don’t care how busy he is.” They were here, at the right time, for an appointment, so Mr Doctor had better get his a** out there right now or Aricin was going to go find him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 12:35 am
Selma glanced up at him with a 'little boy you just stumbled into a big world' look and actually closed her book as she leaned closer to the man, meeting him straight into the eyes. No one ever questioned her before and she didn't plan on letting them start now.
"The doctor. Will see you. In a. Moment." she said carefully. "Please wait patiently or leave." she told them firmly, then smirked. They came here for a reason, big boy couldn't put out properly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 12:40 am
Noire blinked a few times, and walked aside Aricin, moving to put her hand on his waist. "Calm down sweetheart, the little bit-" She coughed, "Lady is moving as fast as she can. Obviously she's very busy reading her.. what's that? A romance novel? I suppose you aren't married. Pity for you. Just because things *don't fertilize properly doesn't mean we don't have oodles of fun trying."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 12:51 am
“A moment is not good enough.” He snarled out. Even though they couldn’t afford to be kicked out but Aricin was not going to be talked to like that. Blue electric sparks leapt up his arm.
When Noire’s hand suddenly found his waist he forgot his anger in his surprise and jumped a foot into the air. “What? Oh, eh… sure, whatever. I’ll calm down.” Baleful blue eyes found Selma and then he pulled away, stalked over to one of the waiting room chairs and plopped down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:21 am
Selma gave a small snarel but was glad when they left. There was to much effort given in that attempt to discipline. Stupid little b***h. Selma sighed and opened up her book again, hoping the doctor took a good long time comming.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ronchas voice boomed out as he ran down the hall, as excited as a five year old at christmas, who just got the puppy he wanted so badly. "Selma more twins hav-Well hello, hello!" he turned quickly and grinned when he saw the couple. "Do I have an appointment? Oh well, I must if you're here. Come in, come in. Please, my office is this way, this way." Ronchas showed the way with his hands, his excitement pulled down though not lessened.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:24 am
Noire looked at Ronchas for a few seconds before she dared to say anything. "Ah, alright." She glanced back for Aricin again before following Ronchas where he lead. "My name is Noire Sinclair, this is my... husband, Aricin. Yeah. We made an appointment. Awhile ago. Can we... well, what do you need to know so we can get this started?" She was trying her best to appear mature. Her outfit sorta made it very hard, not to mention her... well, personality.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:28 am
“Finally!” Aricin got out of his seat, a scowl still on his face, and followed Dr. Ronchas and Noire. The man’s apparently happy nature reminded him of Aaron a little. It cooled his anger slightly, though it didn’t make him any less blunt. “My wife and I have places to go, so let’s get this over with quickly please.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:39 am
"No problems, no problems! We can get you taken care of very quickly." he promised, smiling up at the odd couple. Though an odd man it didn't mean he wasn't astue, he could tell soemthing other than impatience was in the air, and it smelled like a lie. Fine with Ronchas, so long the woman got pregnant he didn't care what happened.
"I have paperwork for you to fill out, just some paperwork. I'll go get the shot while you do that, then you two can ask questions." Ronchas explained, pulling out paperwork from a file he labeled, then offered it to them. "Or you can ask questions now. If you want, if you want."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:43 am
She passed a look to Ari. Was it just her, or was this guy a little.. 'off'? She took the paperwork and promptly got to work. "Nothing that can't wait until you get back." She said with a haughty sigh, having to rewrite any information about Aricin at least twice with fake names and assumed status and all that. "Unless you have any, Aricin? Hey, how many kids do you - oh, I'll just wait. How often do you - nevermind. What about - Oh, to hell with it, whats the going rate here? I mean how often do things get messed up? The shot, what.. I mean, you give it to me? Then what?"
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