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 Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 11:07 pm
The city streets outside were nothing compared to the stark relief of the fluorescent bulbs flickering on empty chairs inside the apartment. A studio that was barely furnished, having only the bare bones and more boxes than food in the cabinets held Solange as she huffed once more. The Houndoom sat on top of her kitchen counter, one leg pulled up underneath her and the other propped on a bar stool. She was dressed in little more than a pair of pink yoga shorts, a white cami, and green fuzzy house slippers. Earlier in the evening when she thought Urban would be coming she’d been dressed nicer, actually taking time to doll up again, only to have hours tick by without him.
Dishes of food had gone cold on the shabby card table, and she’d drunk more of the cheap beer she’d bought than she had meant to. She’d never been a wine girl, despite the candles, and doubted he would have liked it either.
Solange growled and crunched a can in her hand before tossing it into the trash can. Where the hell was that a*****e? It wasn’t like he’d never been here before. Just thinking about his visits had her more worked up than ever. “Maybe I should call Jayme…” She murmured, then sighed again and slipped off the counter. No, that would just be a cop out, and likely to upset the poor kid.
What she needed to do was find Urban, rip off his balls, and hang them over her door. That got a grin out of her. Yeah, that’s what she’d do. Go find him! Why should she have to be the one to wait around, moping because some man didn’t show up? Solange stomped off to the door, disregarding her attire, or lack of a key, and placed her hand on the knob…
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 11:42 pm
The day had started off on the wrong foot from the absolute start. To begin with there'd been a slight fire in his apartment building at four am and they'd been cleared out. Fortunately he had time to grab some pants and tugged those on even as he was ushered out. The fire had take a bit of time to put out, though the good news was his place had suffered no damage. The downside all his gear was inside and he couldn't go to work, let alone call and tell Reese he'd be late...and was he ever late.
Jayme had been more than a little flustered when he finally got there, though he swore he was okay. By the marks beginning to pop up on his arms he didn't buy it, but he didn't want to upset the kid anymore than he already was. Then Reese had gone on a tirade and chewed his a** about his lack of professionalism and how he ought to just fire him. Till the pissed off Aggron pointed out he'd never done this before, and he couldn't call when the fire department had roused him from bed at four am, effectively making it so he couldn't get inside to get his things.
That was over and done with, then he had to field a pissed off Zevian away from Jayme, who was once again being a catty b***h over some imagined sleight from the mild mannered teen. He damn near slapped the Mawile to get him to shut up. Instead, he merely handed him off to Ghede with a snapped 'Take care of him, or I WILL.'
His only solace was that night he had a date with Solange and he was looking forward to it. She'd recently moved and he was going to go over and help her with a few things, as well as have some dinner. It was shaping up to be the absolute best part of the entire day. He'd had to break up a few fights in the audience while Jayme sang, had been punched, another guy had hit him with an empty beer bottle which didn't do much to Urban except irritate him...
So when it was time to go, he happily handed the reigns of keeping the kid safe to Ghede, and took off with a 'You know my number if it's a real emergency' and went home to wash up and change once again glad his place hadn't suffered any water or smoke damage.
Once dressed in a pair of well fitting jeans, and a tshirt that hugged his broad chest and shoulders, a pair of clean boots pulled from his closet and a few other necessities he was never without when he left he took off. A quick stop to buy flowers since he didn't want to show up empty handed had him checking the time to make sure it was all running smoothly. Perfect, he was going to get there not only on time...but early at this point, the shitty day was definitely turning it's self around.
He waited for a light to change and he crossed the road and decided to take a short cut. Not the best idea in the world, not when it ended up delaying him several hours. After turning down the alley he thought would open up after a bit and discovering it was a dead end he'd turned to head back up the alley only to discover a group clustered behind him blocking his way out. They held various weapons in hand, bats, knives, chains, a tire iron...
Urban sighed and tried to talk himself out of the situation, but unfortunately it didn't work. There was simply too many of them for him to handle alone and while the first four or so went down, he knew they'd tire him out from sheer numbers. Of course he'd waltzed right into the territory of a street gang.
He grunted in pain as one of the chains wrapped around his arm, the roses he'd bought for Solange long since dropped and smushed into the ground. While he was busy trying to get the chain off his arm he felt the pain of a knife piercing his skin and he let out a roar that while frightening and causing a few of the punks to back off, merely made it for a few more of the braver ones could step forward.
It took less than twenty minutes for them to totally overwhelm and tire him out, despite him using Strength to knock several down. Some of them were good...but mostly they were just overwhelming.. Some keeping his limbs unable to swing freely while others darted in and dealt damage. He felt multiple cuts, some blows...and before long he was staggering to his knees. A heavy blow to his head had him collapsing on some of the thorny rose stems, a single petal hanging onto the one he'd landed on, the thorn gouging into his face and blood dripping from it, mingling with the blood dripping from a cut above his eye...and another on his temple.
Urban felt them picking his pockets and he was glad his house key wasn't there, He'd left it back at home he realized, locking himself out....which was a stroke of good luck really. All they'd get was his wallet, twenty bucks in cash, his ID which was annoying...though they now had his knife and gun. That was what really irked him.
His vision swam and when he finally woke up night had fallen and by how cool the ground and air felt he'd been out awhile. Pulling himself up with a groan his head spun and he staggered out of the alley and back in the direction he'd been going when this all happened. A part of his fuzzy mind thought he was heading home, but he realized he was heading to a closer location. Solange's.
He made it there and leaned heavily against her door trying to bring his hand up to knock. His body hurt and he was in bad shape. His shirt was cut in several places and one hand was pressing to a particularly painful stab wound in his side. He looked like a close relative of ground beef just then all things considered. Still, he didn't knock, just didn't quite have it in him.
So when Solange opened that door...he'd very simply topple inside and land like a ton of bricks at her feet, a bloody, battered mess and a weakly groaned out "Sorry I'm late babe." while holding up the one flower he'd scrapped up from the ground in his efforts to get it. Of course the petals were torn, and most were missing, and there was some blood dripping from it...but he hadn't come empty handed despite having his a** handed to him.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 12:05 pm
The rage went out of Solange in a shocked scream that had her backing back into the room. She held her arms out at her sides, not one hundred percent sure what she was seeing at first, until reality slammed into her like a subway car. "Urban?" It was like if she said it, the guy would stand up, be a different, yet completely identical copy of him and go "Oh, no, wrong apartment. You're guys cool" and walk out.
She flopped down onto her knees beside him, taking the flower in one hand and reaching out for his face with the other. "You could have called." Despite her words, her tone said it all. Solange wasn't upset in the least; worried, anxious, and confused on what to do first, but not upset. The Houndoom bent to move his hair away from his face when she noticed the cuts. There was something you really, really weren't supposed to do with head wounds, but it was locked tighter in her brain than a Nun's virginity.
"This is going to hurt, but I'm going to move you to the bed. If it's too much, just...flail or something." Thank Arceus the bed wasn't too far away. She was strong, but Urban was a big guy, and she didn't like the idea of making his wounds worse.
Solange placed the stem of the rose through the looping spiral of her horn, and reached to lift him up. She slid her arm as far as she could underneath him until she felt she could prop him up enough to slid her shoulders parallel to his. That was when she slipped on the blood the first time, and landed on her knee on the hard wood floor with a curse.
Still, she tried one more and was able to lift him enough to stand in a crouch, arms drapped over her shoulders. Whatever side/torso wounds he would have had...well, he was ********, but there was no way she could lift him bridal style.
She slid out of her slippers and without telling him, starting to pull him to the bed.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 11:50 am
Urban for his part heard her scream of shock as he hit the ground with a rather loud thud...he was a big guy after all, so it was no wonder he sounded like a ton of bricks hitting the ground when he landed. He rolled a little, and looked up at her with a pained, bloody smile. But at least he was trying.
"Sorry babe. Jackasses stole my phone too." the words were groaned out quietly. He was glad she wasn't mad at him, though he wished he could take away the other tones in her voice. "Lost track of how many jumped me...but it was too many. They just wore me down from their numbers..." and that alone said it all. He could have been bigger, stronger, and better...but when you were worn down by numbers none of that mattered.
"Everything is too much right now babe. I'll help as much as I can." How much that was he didn't know, but he'd do his best. The tugging to get him up pulled at the wounds, but he grit his teeth together tightly, to keep from yelping in pain like he was sure he would have other wise.
Solange slipping in his blood and going down, dropped him back down with another thud, a cry of pain coming from him despite his efforts. He got himself up as much as he could, more than a little glad for the assistance as she got him back up. He was leaning on her heavier than he'd have cared to, but it couldn't be helped.
With slow, limping steps he went with her to the bed, protesting just slightly. "Gonna get blood in your bed..." that wouldn't do. Still, he wasn't in any position to really argue and before long found himself on her bed, and he looked up at her with another smile, the hand that had been pressing against his side coming up and brushing her cheek, and smearing blood there.
"If you've got any booze I could do with a stiff drink or three...help dull the pain...and needle and thread...and..." his voice trailed off and his hand dropped to the bed as he lost consciousness from the mix of pain and blood loss.
Alcohol would be good, sterilize a needle and thread and see about sewing his a** up while he was knocked out. Plus to sterilize the wounds...and then for his pain when he woke. He was out cold for the moment though which was probably for the best.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:02 pm
"You were jumped?" The word rolled out on a growl, her hackles raised. For all of her human appearance, Solange was more hound than anything, and didn't like the idea of someone else abusing what was hers. She knew first hand how strong and experienced Urban was in fights, but this...
Moving him was harder than she had thought at first, but it couldn't be helped. She kept moving, listening with a heavy heart at every noise he made. By the time she had him in the bed, she was looking down at him with mixed emotions. Worry over him, anger at the bastards who jumped him, anxiety...and something else. "Shut the ******** up, and rest. It's an old mattress anyway." She held his hand to her cheek until he dropped it. Before too long she was slipping out of the damn slippers, and moving to her kitchen for the requested booze. "Do you have any medical allergies? I'm not going to kill you with this medicine, am I-?"
Solange stopped dead, realizing in her tipsy haze that he was unconscious. With an unsteady breath, she brought the case of chilled beer to a rest next to him, and went about finding supplies.
It wasn't hard, when you were a ruffian to collect a hoard of uncommon medical equipment. By the time she came back, she'd drug a kitchen chair to the bedside and on top of a box rested a menagerie of tools; needles, thread, antiseptic, a syringe, etc. Solange first set about injecting the syringe full of pain killer into a vein in his arm; most would have bitched about her roughness, but she doubted he would, not in the shape he was in. While she waited for it to kick in, the Houndoom set about removing his clothes.
If it hadn't been for the alcohol in her system she doubted she could have done it. It wasn't the first time she had seen a naked man, but it was the first time she would be this close to one. And, however, ******** up he was, Urban WAS definitely a man. With a pair of scissors to cut away cloth, so as not to move him, she stripped the other teen of his clothing, almost obsessively careful to keep a sheet over his jewels. Looking at him now Solange couldn't feel embarrassed; all she felt was anger. Was it too much to ask that he have a good night, free of this s**t? "You know, you bring this on yourself," She said, bandaging the wounds that wouldn't need stitching. "It's an aura you have; something about you just draws it in, even if you don't want it."
By the time she was setting in to do the stitch work, she was really on a roll. "There's something really cool about that, though, you know? You don't take s**t from no one, but you're not a total a**. Arceus, you make me so MAD sometimes that I just want to rip out your eyes, but its...." Solange sighed, and continued her work. "I wish I could put you in a bubble, on a little island, and keep you safe."
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:43 pm
There'd been some sort of an affirmative noise. Be it grunt, wheeze, he wasn't sure, but he'd responded in a yes he was sure. Maybe it was his head going limp and dropping forward...he was too out of it to really give a proper answer. The growl got through to his fogged up brain and he gave her a rueful smile. She was pissed, and how much of it was at him he just didn't know.
Of course he was heavy. He was almost seven feet of muscle, and tail, and bad-assery. That s**t wasn't light woman! Still, he'd attempted to remain quiet, real men didn't b***h about the pain they were in...or at least he didn't. Usually. This though was well beyond his tolerance levels. Her orders made him grin again a wink given. "Yes Ma'am, babe miss, sir!" he was trying Arceus help him.
He'd been out for the count the moment his hand had dropped away from her cheek, but even so at least he had no allergies that he was aware of anyhow.
If he'd been aware and realized she had not only the cold beer for him, but all the other odds and ends she did, he'd have probably kissed her for being an 'awesome ******** chick'. He didn't so much as grunt in pain at the needle entering his vein and it seemed before long he was resting easier, which was for the best.
Once the clothes were off it would be obvious this wasn't his first fight, nor the first time for such injuries. He had various scars all over him dating back from his Pokemon age all the way through to now. It looked like a vivid story told in scars and wounds both old and new.
If he'd been conscious, he would have laughed at her yelling at him. It was sweet of her, it meant she cared. If she didn't, she wouldn't be so angry with him, and in general.
Urban had been out of it all through the cutting of his clothes, through her cleaning him up...it was her ranting while stitching him up that started to sink in a little. He didn't open his eyes, or move in any way, he didn't feel anything she was doing. An occasional pressure that he assumed was a tug of thread through his skin, but he was used to it. Her words though made him smile and his eyes slowly cracked open.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're angry when you're beautiful?" okay so he'd gotten that out wrong...maybe. Maybe not. Hard to say with him. "I can't feel s**t...what'd you do drown me in booze?" his eyes were having a hard time staying open and his talking was low, somewhat weak. "I'll have to move...more on the back...tell me when..."
He'd stay perfectly still while she worked until told to move...and while he'd roll it might require her help to accomplish. Once on his stomach, well he'd likely stay that way awhile. The back of him suffered far less, but there were still wounds on the back of his head, his tail, one or two on his back. For the most part he'd been able to keep a wall at his back.
Laying there he reached out again, fingers brushing her hand. "Thanks babe....for patching me up. I'll make tonight up to you, promise." he was silent for a few moments, and one could have imagined he passed out again. Instead he was speaking again slowly. "Maybe you won't kick my a** too badly, if I tell you now I'm in love with you." well then.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:30 am
His body looked like a road map, with as many gorges as there were mountains. She'd retained scars herself, sure, but this...How ******** weird was it for her to be turned on, and sympathetic at the same time? If she wasn't so focused on patching him up she may have snuck in a touch, but damn her one track mind.
She was working on her last stitch when he started talking. In fact, she'd been so sure that he would be out of it for a while that she jerked in surprise, needle tugging on a stitch a little too hard. Hopefully that drug was strong. Still, Solange chuckled and went back to work, "No, I can honestly say they haven't. And I'm not angry; I'm concerned. There is a difference, you know." Solange set her needle to rest on his skin and moved to grab a pair of small scissors from her equipment. "It's a painkiller my trainer sent with me, since I tend to do a lot of home grown surgeries." With as many fights as she used to get into, those bills went sky high!
When she had finished and placed the bandage over his wound, Solange felt his hand on hers. With a small smile, she turned her hand over and gave his a squeeze. "Don't, it wasn't your fault. Just rest."
For all intensive purposes she was ready to let him sleep a bit before flipping him, until he started talking again. Solange couldn't move. Was it...was it the painkiller, or Urban talking? Had to be the painkiller. "Now I know you're out of it, if you're talking out of your a** like that." She tapped his hands, and moved in to support his head with one arm, and his shoulder in the other, bringing her face close to his. "You've probably got a fever or something; you're obviously delirious. Come on, let's get you flipped over so I can have a look at your back."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 4:01 pm
It was true his body was a map of his life, plenty of bumps and dips all over him but nothing that truly disfigured him as far as he was concerned. He thought they made him look amazing really.
It was fortunate he was still numbed up he didn't feel any pain to the overly hard tug to the stitch being to him. A little pressure but no pain. That was a plus. He wouldn't have minded much though really, he knew he was ******** up royally and needed taken care of.
"Mmmm...either way you're beautiful." words were murmured just loud enough to be heard. He yawned slightly, trying to work his mind awake around the drugs in his system. He probably could have done with a larger dose to keep him fully out though as was he wasn't about to be getting up and dancing any time soon.
"Ahhh...that works...I thought that was some awfully strong beer." he gave her a wry smile, eyes falling shut again. It was hard to fully fight against the painkillers coursing through his body, mixed with the blood loss.
"Might not be, still gonna make it up to you." he squeezed her hand back gently and kept hold of it for a few moments. Though his fingers tightened as she began to blow off his words, and he shook his head side to side. "Mmm...no. I know exactly what I'm saying." he started to roll, letting her help and though it stung to a point he lay there on his stomach, a** hanging out for the world to see since the sheet was pinned under him.
There was a slight groan and his eyes fell shut again as he tried to keep from throwing up. His head felt like it was trying to break free of his skull. He hoped come morning he'd be feeling better. "So...how much like ground beef do I look babe?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:36 am
"And you're very handsome," She murmured, mostly to placad him, even if she really did think it. Right now she was much more concerned with his physical health than what he was actually saying. However, all of these compliments could easily go to a girls head! Solange cupped his head in her palm, moving her fingers to massage his scalp in the areas she knew he wasn't hurt.
Solange didn't comment on his choice of words until she had him good and rolled over, too afraid that if she said anything now she'd drop him. Under normal circumstances she might give his a** a playful pinch, but upon getting another look at his wounded back she quickly decided against it. At least it wasn't as bad as his front side.
"I think they call it ground chuck." Solange commented as she dipped her head down to his, her hand rubbing soothing circles on the bits of his back that weren't damaged. "Do you really mean what you said? You're not going to take it back when you're sober?" Why was she so worried, so worked up? She'd been just fine with what they had not two hours ago, without the "L" word. Lirilei Just seemed easier to quote you. xD
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:44 pm
"******** aye..." words were mumbled in agreement at her words, a lopsided grin given. His eyes fluttered as she began to rub his head, helping that dizzying pain he was feeling to ebb a little, a low rumble coming from him. The guy loved having his hair messed with! He was relaxing under her touch all things considered, muscles relaxing a smidgen as she rubbed at the untouched portions of his back another low content note despite it all. Though the one eye that wasn't half buried against his arm and the pillow cracked open, that bright blue eye looking at her. "'course I meant what I said. I don't just throw that word around for the ******** of it. It's an important ******** word woman!" mock huffed, but he winked at her. "So...we about done doc? Laying on my front hurts like a b***h who just got pimp slapped." There was a low groan suddenly. "Aw ******** kid...I'm not gonna be able to watch over him for a day or two at least...s**t..." he was of course referring to Jayme.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 8:10 am
Those eyes...she could have drown in them, if she let herself. She'd always been so on edge around Urban because she had never really thought he meant anything he'd said. Oh, she had wished he meant it, even dreamed about it, but it was so much easier to hate him than it was to give in.
"I really ******** love you, you know that?" In another world she would have given him the biggest kiss of her life, but right now she had other priorities, so he would have to settled for a peck on the lips and a promise for later.
She set about cleaning up on the wounds on his back, and as she did, she talked. One thing was sure; the longer she worked, the more of a rhythm she built up, and the easier it seemed to stitch and wrap. "I'll go in to watch out for him, if you promise to rest. I wouldn't spending some time with Jayme, and I'll cut a b***h if anyone tries to touch him." Solange tapped his shoulder, "Let's roll your a** over; you're done."
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 10:27 am
He was unaware of her feelings and reactions about his eyes, but if he'd known it's likely he'd have smirked and preened a bit, and that was just normal for him in the end. Her words though, oh it made him grin. It was nice to hear that really. He gave her a light kiss back, his eye locking onto hers. "Just you wait till I'm in better shape woman. I'm going to kiss the s**t out of you." "Can go in the morning...he's got Ghede tonight keeping an eye on him. But the morning..." he knew by then the other teen would likely be done playing guard as it were. "Only b***h you'll need to cut is Reese. If Zev starts in Ghede'll take care of him." he laughed a moment which made him groan. "Ghede's been training him...trying to make him behave better...it's working to a point, amazingly." he began to roll again with her help, wincing a little but he was on his back again, and breathing easier, and in less pain. "I'll be good and be a useless lump yes."
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 7:52 pm
Those eyes...Solange shivered, but she was far from cold. "That's a promise that you better follow through on." Because if he didn't, she'd have to get things started herself!
"You're not going anywhere tomorrow," Solange blurted, and not without a little bite. "I'll strap your a** down if I have to. I can handle Reese long enough until you get back. You need at least a few days off, just to be able to walk straight." She helped him to shift over onto his back, and satisfied with his position, move to pull the sheet back across his goods. If asked, she saw nothing, but in reality...
Well, it was a good thing she had dark skin. No blushing here!
Solange sat back into her chair and started to clean up her 'medical station'. "Ghede's actually helping Zev? Is that even possible?" Even if she'd never met the guy, she'd heard enough stories to give her an impression.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 8:00 pm
"You bet your sweet a** I'll follow through on that...and so much more babe." he grinned at her as he said that settling a little more comfortably, glad he could breathe now.
"Didn't mean me go tomorrow. You go tomorrow. Ghede's about tonight, but come morning he'll want a replacement. I hate to admit it, but my a** is stuck in bed for awhile." he hated being stuck in bed.
Urban didn't care if she oogled him. Much. Too bad she couldn't act on anything! Still he gave a low laugh. "He's teaching Zev manners...and if he becomes a b***h to people, Ghede's been cutting him off for a day or two or however long. Ghede seems to get a kick out of turning Zev into a good little pet as I heard it phrased."
Urban gave a low chuckle. "It's nice to have the guy stop acting like he has been for all this time."
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