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 Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 10:09 pm
Private Roleplay Between Tnau
Count Kaosu
Plot: Moving away from her family has given Dreamer more free time then she's willing to have. So she's taken up an old passion; art. And in doing so, she acquired herself a small yet nicely sized art gallery that she rents to whomever needs it. Though recently, Dreamer hasn't been home, nor to the Papillon and the art gallery has been neglected far more then it should be. It's been empty for months on end, it's owner busying herself with other more pressing matters. Though one night, something goes terribly wrong, and Dreamer is forced to hide within the Gallery only to find. A bum by the name of Kaosu. What the heck?!
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 10:47 pm
Dreamer had done a lot of thinking lately, she'd been contemplating on going back home. She'd just come back from the Papillon, a bit tipsy but she'd felt the need to slip through the back and just walk around for a bit. Dreamer was starting to think that Vargash may be getting a little to hectic for her, but going back home would be admitting defeat; leaving wasn't an option. Her family would laugh at her, force her to marry some random for punishment and then she'd be stuck there forever. Oh no, going back home wasn't an option. And she'd miss so many people, and things. Heck she'd take George if she could, thought Martha wouldn't be to pleased. The streets thankfully, weren't crowded at night, she wasn't in the mood to be followed around. After rounding another corner, she spotted the Gallery she rented. Maybe she should hide in it, but what good would it do to anyone? She couldn't hide from the world, but maybe she could for the night. George could call her cell if he needed her, not that he did, he'd just think she was still out and about like some night. Crossing the street over to the other side, she gently tugged onto the door. Blinking a few times she entered and locked it, her mind not really wrapping around the idea that she'd just entered without keys.
Once inside, she made sure to close all the blinds, not really wanting anyone to spot her walking around in the place. This would be her refuge for now, everything was white, no noises could drift through the walls and, no one would come knocking on her door. Closing her eyes, she walked a little further into the darkness. She was wobbly, never felt or saw the man on the floor. Instead, she tripped and was sent crashing to the floor. " Oww what the hell! " She had been to tired to even use her wings to help support her, and now she was feeling the effects of meeting the floor with her face. The place was suppose to be empty, unless she'd just hit a very large lump of dirt then the place should have been completely void of anything. Turning onto her backside, she lifted herself up and gazed at whatever had tripped her. Liquid silver eyes shinning in the darkness, she outstretched her hand and touched whatever 'it' was. " Uhm hello? " A person was in the gallery, how had they managed to get inside? Frowning slightly, she shoved them lightly with her hand again. If she remembered correctly, she'd never even taken out her keys to get into the building in the first place; she'd only locked it once inside. Dreamer blinked, her mind fuzzy.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 10:26 am
Kaosu hated the city. He hated it even more when he was tired. He had only just arrived, but exhaustion already interminably tugged at his limbs, warning him that he needed to find a place to crash as soon as possible. The vagabond had been traveling almost non-stop for days in hopes of reaching this wretched community in time for Banning’s ball. Unaccustomed to having specific dates and schedules imposed upon him, he had forgotten the crucial event until the last moment, when he awoke one rough morning and realized he had less than seventy two hours to trek hundreds of miles without any kind of transportation. Luckily, he stumbled upon an old railroad track and hitched a ride hobo-style in a cargo car most of the way. He had walked the remaining distance. The whole ordeal left him hungry, weary, and irate. On top of that, he was broke.
Deciding that he was not up to negotiating lodging somewhere legitimate, he inconspicuously headed for a building that resembled an apartment complex. Selecting a random door, he examined its lock. Because he lacked a hair pin or a screw driver, he concluded that picking it was out of the question. Without even checking to make sure no one could see him, he pulled out Robert Byrd’s gun. Gracelessly, he bashed it against the handle and after a brief struggle forced open the door. He really was becoming nothing more than a common criminal, wasn’t he?
One inside, he was pleased to find the room bare. He had never seen an art gallery before, so he assumed that the place some unoccupied condo. It would provide the perfect refuge. Not bothering to explore his new “home” any further, he immediately settled on the floor and drifted off to sleep. Curiosity could wait for dawn. Unfortunately, his rest was short lived. A painful jolt in his side and a loud thud rudely wrested him from his dreams. Drowsy and confused, it took him a minute to realize that someone had tripped over him. At any other time, he might have panicked or laughed, but he was too beat to really care. When the strange girl spoke to him, his only reply was a curt, ”Be quiet. Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?" It never occurred to him that she might be the landlord.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 9:03 pm
'Oh well.' The thought of whomever this person was could be possibly dangerous never occurred to her. Instead, she layed back down on the floor and closed her eyes. Although two whole minutes had passed since she'd stayed sprawled out on the floor, feet just barely tucked under the person out of instincts. And then the circumstances slowly started to filter through the alcohol and, plant themselves into her mind. " Wha... What? " Pulling herself up Dreamer glanced to the man on the floor, how had a bum gotten inside? " Uhm excuse me... " Putting her hands on her hip, 'D' got up and starred down. " What are you doing in here?" Her words were a little slurred, but she still managed to muster up a bit of authority. After all, this was her gallery and she did, usually keep an eye on her things. Well it seemed she'd been neglecting a few things, time to correct the situation! Dreamer wasn't one to let anything slip unnoticed under her radar, though this was certainly going to get a little complicated. She wasn't one to throw people out, and she would feel bad if she kicked this beggar out of well, the only home he had for the time being. Though, she refused to keep some smelling, ugling, drunkard or even druggy in the place.
Plus, it was another one of those life lessons she'd been taught. Never give without making sure you aren't getting something back. Dreamer remembered well the days where lessons filled her childhood, if this man wasn't going to pay for the rent then he'd have to get out. Her parents had been ruthless sin their teachings, she was their last child after all, all the other one's had been quite successful and, their full attention had been placed in making sure their daughter did well. Dreamer wasn't here to offer free lodging and had no intentions of starting now. After all, rent in these parts weren't exactly the cheapest things around and the room wasn't exactly build to lodge anyone. She wondered how long he'd actually been here, from what she could see in the dark, at least he hadn't turned the place into a grand complete mess. She'd seen bums live in carton boxes, all dirty and smelly. Taking a walk around, everything seemed... Normal. No cothing sprawled all over the place, no left over food; there wasn't even a smell. If he had been here for a while, she might of had thrown him out herself, thrown a little outraged burst and then gone back home.
Walking around Dreamer felt the walls for a light switched, of course white walls and white switches didn't make finding them easy. "Oww." Usually she'd be watching where she was going, she could see quite fine in the dark, but she wasn't really paying attention. She was keeping a close eye on the man, just because most of her sense weren't working properly didn't mean her fifth one wasn't. Oh yes, there was something quite particular about this one. Though for a better judgement, she needed light. Finally finding the switched she turned it on, almost instantly covering her eyes. " Oww." That word was really starting to be at the top of her vocabulary list tonight, and she stumbled back a bit until she could see clearly again. Blinking a few times and waving her hands in front of her face a bit, she finally stumbled back over to the man. Hands on her hip and frowning slightly she glared down at the man. " And you are? "
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 1:28 pm
Normally, Kaosu was more paranoid and overcautious than an injured doe with a fawn. Her sudden arrival typically would have driven him into a fluster. After all, whoever this stranger was, she had sneaked up on him while he was asleep. While his guard was down. He shoul have panicked. He should have drawn his weapon. He should have made it very clear to this odd person was that she did not want to mess with him. That being said, his travels had caught up to him. He was too weary to make a fuss. The fuzz of exhaustion weighed heavily on his mind, and he refused to bother to even check to see if the girl might be dangerous. He simply readjusted himself and groggily hummed, “Don’t worry about it. You’re excused. Just try to be more careful next time, mmkay?”
His words were arrogant, maybe. Cocky. He completely ignored the anger in her tone and ignored the highly probably possibility that she was the rightful landowner of the apartment. Those details did not really matter to him. All he cared about right now was making up his lost hours of rest, and she was making that rather difficult for him. He had only been in this dump for a short while –what harm had he done? It’s not like he had trashed the place. He was a classy sort of bum. Although he certainly appeared rugged, with his worn clothing and missing eye, he wasn’t filthy. There was a fine line between hobo and vagabond, and Kao had enough dignity to never cross it. He did not beg. He could take care of himself. He eked out a decent life without ever asking for favors from anyone. Instead, he simply bent the law and took those favors without asking.
The girl kept talking and Kao had a hard time tuning her out. Repeatedly, she muttered, “Ow.” Had she fallen on the floor after waking him? Or run into a wall in the dark? It would serve her right. Either way, she was making it impossible for him to slip back into his calm, relaxing unconsciousness. She had quite a lot of nerve, didn’t she (there he went again, ever the hypocrite)? As if her talking weren’t enough, she then had the audacity to start moving around the room, causing the floor to shift and creak under her weight. What a pain. When the lights flicked on, Kao cringed. Finally abandoning the hope of a peaceful slumber, he cracked open his right eye grudgingly. “I am… tired,” he replied curtly. He did not mean to deliberately be so impudent. His thoughts still clouded with weariness, he did not completely interpret her question correctly. He did not even register her disapproving glare and her clear annoyance. “Obviously. And you are?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:27 am
Had he just... Excused her? Dreamer blinked a few times, she didn't even know what to reply to that. Heck, she hadn't been excused since she'd left home, and that was a little while ago. That weird feeling was creeping up again, been excused had never been something she enjoyed. As a child it had given a people to excuse her from the table when the big people needed to talk, she remembered finding it quite annoying and the feeling was still the same now. Dreamer narrowed her eyes slightly, for a bum he was starting to sound quite like a noble. One who thinks he owns the place and can just excuse anyone at will, indeed she could characterize that one as a noble. Though, the fact that he had used 'mmkay' and the lack of elegant and complicated vocabulary that nobles usually used gave the impression that he might just be something else. There was also the fact that his heritage didn't put him as human, which had worried Dreamer just a tad bit. She didn't like demons, and demons didn't seem to like her either. Careful... Psh. D had practically been born careful, she'd had enough of being sheltered, and coming to Vargash had proven that. The thought of hitting the man crossed her mind, though it wouldn't get her anywhere and, in heels she had no chance of running if the mood of tackling her to the ground and ruffling her up a bit striked him.
When she caught sights of what he looked like, Dreamer's jaw dropped. She could easily have mistaken him for a serial killer that had recently escaped. With the torn up clothing, and a missing eye Dreamer decided to take just one step back. The man was screaming dangerous, add to the fact that he looked demon, well she certainly wished she hadn't locked the door when she'd first came in. Putting her hands behind her back, she slowly opened up her handbag and went looking for her cell phone. For such a tiny thing she was having quite the trouble finding her cell phone in it, until she dropped in on the ground. D froze instantly like a deer caught in the headlights, maybe if she pretended to not have notice her cell falling he wouldn't notice either. Hopefully he's deaf. She thought darkly, knowing quite well he wasn't. " I wasn't asking if you were tired. " She said sourly, she really hated when people avoided questions, it only made her repeat herself. " I asked who you were first, and I'd like an answer before I tell you who I am. " Well that had sounded a tad childish, it was almost like playing 'I know what you are, but what am I?' game, another one of her childhood favorites. " And don't evade the question again please. " Seriously, what was with people and evading her questions lately? Vargash was full of surprises.
Putting her foot back and gently gliding it around D tried pinpointing where her cellphone was, she wasn't to keen on staying in the room any longer then she needed to with that man. Finally she found her cell phone and tried to hide it from view by putting it under her foot, heels were hiding it quite well. Then it was another step back just so that with one foot behind the other one it didn't look awkward. Not that she wasn't already looking like it, with an expression that screamed I'm innocent only to hide my real intentions kind of look, it was pretty easy to tell Dreamer wasn't the type to usually act like that. No if she had let her other conscious do the job, she would of hit that man, ran out and called the police. But thankfully for him, Dreamer wasn't in the mood for a hit and run. For all she knew she could be completely wrong about him, and he could just be some dude from the street. It was far more cruel for her to send him back to where he'd come from, than send him to prison where food and shelter would be provided to him. Then again, she could always call the police and lie. Backing up again she dragged the cell phone with her, no need for brisk movements. Dreamer was still trying to figure out what kind of demon he was, and if he happened to be something fast then she'd be at a disadvantage here. There was also the fact that she was still wearing her clubbing clothing, she didn't want to bend down and reveal everything. That would be a little awkward.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:40 am
Kaosu slowly looked Tnau over. Deciding she did not intend to trip over him again, he attempted to ignore the sound and the light and shut his eyes. He was seriously not a morning person, therefore his mind did not clear fast enough for him to understand his situation. All he knew was that he was tired and wanted to go back to sleep. He was not trying to be intimidating. He had no excuse to act snobby. Like always, he was not deliberately being rude. It never even occurred to him that his random presence might scare the woman. She had not triggered his survival instinct or paranoia, so he continued to focus on the foremost topic of his mind: rest. This goal proved to be a nightmare. That girl... when she dug through her purse... could she possibly make any more noise? What nerve. When she finally did find whatever she had been searching for, she went so far as to drop it (he did not bother even glancing over to see what the object was). He flinched when it clattered to the ground. This chick was really inconsiderate. Annoyed, he drowsily replied, "Touchy touchy. Fine. The name's Kaosu." His lazy tone betrayed the fact that he was still not really paying her much attention. "Who's evading questions?
The heel of her shoe clicked. Worried that she might be drawing closer or planning to kick him, Kao reluctantly cracked an eyelid. Unfortunately for her, he spotted the cell phone on the floor just before it disappeared from view. The sight of it woke him a touch. The red head was not particularly friendly with technology, and all he knew about cell phones was that whenever a stranger pulled one on him it probably meant police were on their way. Seriously, did he REALLY appear THAT intimidating? Still not fully roused, Kao stared at her blankly as she backed away, trying to judge what she was doing. "Pffft, you don't honestly need to use that, do you?" he purred, waving a hand dismissively. The authorities always gave him quite the hassle. "Do I look like I want to threaten you?" He shifted his position to get more comfortable. He was no longer facing her. He seemed blatantly, utterly indifferent. "It's not my fault you choose to walk around dressed like that. Just because you look like a rape victim doesn't mean you'll actually become one. Besides, I thought kids like you carried pepperspray these days?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:19 pm
" You were before. " Dreamer replied cooly, though she'd fallen silent. Weighing her options of actually giving him her name or not, though she had told him she'd answer if he answered her first, which he had. " I'm Dreamer. " His name didn't ring a bell, she figured she could throw a few extra safety points his way. At his first question she glanced down at the cell, alcohol did such wonderful things to a person. " Maybe, depends on your intentions. " Nope, she wasn't in a playing mood tonight; her coming her proved that much. To his next question she shrugged, she wasn't sure on his intentions, and with her distorted thinking at the moment, no one could really know what she was thinking about what he was doing. " How am I suppose to know, you haven't said much. If anything, tripping over you was quite dangerous. " Even if irrelevant, Dreamer just couldn't get over the fact she'd actually tripped on him. " And anyways, this place is suppose to be empty, obviously I wouldn't know what to think about you. " She giggled softly, and moving to a wall she lean on it to gently drop herself to the floor. Dreamer then proceeded to the removal of her heels and threw them to the side. " These things are really uncomfortable. " Purposely not replying to his last comment she moved to the back and disappeared behind an archway.
" You know... " Dreamer started, soon returning with a pirate hat on her head. " I'm not THAT dressed like a rape victim, this is actually one of my more... " Dreamer returned to her wall. " Covered outfits. " She had in fact been wearing dark silver shinny elastic leggings with a loose royal blue shirt that was backless and low cut, but indeed she was quite more covered then usually. " And I'm older then you are, that I'm quite sure of that. As for pepper spray... " Dreamer yawned lightly. " Well it's really ineffective if you think about it, you never know exactly what's going to hit you in the street. Pepper spray just doesn't live up to my standards anymore. " Then she fell silent and watched her cell phone for a few seconds before swiping it off the floor and leaving it beside her; just in case.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 9:05 am
Since Dreamer had entered the gallery, Kao had been doing his best to ignore her. He seldom got much rest and he did not consider her a threat, so why should he mind her presence? And why did she mind his presence so? It was not like he was causing any harm. Really, the only damage he had done at all was to the lock on the door, and that could be fixed with nothing more expensive than a few minutes and a screwdriver. However, the fact that she had brought out her cell phone forced him to take the situation seriously. It absolutely would not do for him to get mixed up with some cops right now. He somehow had managed to maintain a clean criminal record, despite all of his crimes, but the problem lay in that he HAD no record. “Kaosu”, though the only identity he had ever had, was nothing more than a pseudonym. They would not be able to track him from that. He could not offer them his real name, either. That person was dead to the world, both on paper and in body and soul. No, he did not want to deal with the authorities. If Dreamer summoned them, he doubted he would be able to sleep for quite a while. Therefore, as much as he hated to do so, he needed to wake up a little and actually face this Dreamer, didn’t he?
”Pleased to meet you, Dreamer,” he purred absently, not sounding entirely genuine. ”I assure you, I have no intentions other than to catch a few hours of shut eye.” Grudgingly, he stretched. Drowsily, he sat up, looking her over a second time. ”Which is why I haven’t said much,” he added curtly, clearly still annoyed about being roused. When she talked about her clothes, he scoffed, ”More covered outfits? Then you’re right, you’re not a rape victim. After all, you can’t rape the willing.” Whoops. Forgot to censor himself there. Even though she moved around the room, he was quite content to remain where he was on the floor. ”You’re sure of that, are you? I am older than I look,” he replied, having never met a fae and having no reason to believe she might exceed his sixty years.
”If pepper spray doesn’t live up to your standards, then what does?” Kao continued, smirking slightly. So she did not think that inflicting severe, albeit harmless pain instantly was sufficient for her? Lazily, he drew Lynd’s gun, wanting to gauge her reaction. ”Then what does? Do you prefer your protection to be a little more… permanent?”
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