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 Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:02 pm
This is a private RP for Grace and myself to continue our RP with D and Amnesia. heart
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:03 pm
BabyKoKoKitty A coon walked into the shop with a sigh worn out on his lips, deep lavendar hair in slight ringlets as he had taken it down. Instead of wearing his normal femme outift, he was wearing a black tank top and baggy gray sweat pants, the rim rolld down a couple of times to expose some of his well-built stomach and hips, his pelvic lining visable about half way down before cut off by the sweats.
Reaching up a hand to gently brush strands of hair from his face, he walked into the kitchen with a tired look in his deep mauve eyes. Not only had his favorite clothes been ruined by blood stains from that bunny he nursed back to health, but several other things had been ruined as well. This left him in a partially sour mood, although if he found somewhat civilized, or even flirtatious, company he would be his normal self once more.
Heaving another sigh as he shook his head, he readied a pot of coffee before he began to brew it, setting the timer on it before he turned and walked back out into the main room. Sitting down on a couch, he opened a book and began reading through it. Was it odd for a doctor, like himself, to be obsessive compulsive? The thought caused him to chuckle lightly as he relaxed. Oh well, his patients would just have to deal with that. Graceful Death 17 Worn out slightly from his day, a demon quietly trodded into the shop. He wasnt in the fondest of moods and was hoping for hardly anyone to still be awake at this hour. He had short red hair shortly cut and swaying in his eyes from time to time. He had thrown on the 1st thing he had found in his dresser. A black pair of slit pants and a long collared white shirt that was failed to have been buttoned.
He wandered into the side door of the kitchen looking for something to take his mind off of things. Noticing the bottle of whiskey left one the counter he figured it would do for now.
Twitching he found a bottle opener and started to open it before he heard someone else closeby.
He slowly peered out of the doorway and saw the coon there reading to himself. Beeping that sounded off startled the demon enough to turn and hiss at the coffee pot... BabyKoKoKitty Allowing his eyes to wander lazily from the book as the timer on the coffee pot began to sound off, he slowly stood and closed the book, setting it down on the table infront of him. Giving a light sigh, he walked towards the kitchen door and opened it, blinking his deep mauve eyes at the demon before nodding his head lightly.
"Good... morning, is it?" He started before ending in a question. He seemed to have lost all track of time-- which was probably due to the fact that he had been up for quite a few days in a row, having first nursed the bunny back to health before his roommate ended up getting sick... Very sick.
Having Durk'Amiidis get that sick was -nearly- enough to cause him to lose his sanity, seeing as that demon would never state what was wrong or what he needed. Walking towards the coffee pot that the demon had hissed at, he hit the timer to turn it off before grabbing a mug and pouring his coffee. Setting it back down onto the pot holder, he walked to the fridge to get the creamer, which smelled rather delightful once he opened it. Graceful Death 17 "Morning should be an understatement. I hate mornings... especially ones like today. " He eyed the coffee then the whiskey still in his hands. He hissed at the coffee pot once more to reassure himself and put the whiskey down on the table.
He was never a morning person yet was usually awake at 5am each day. Considering this was his first time off duty in a while he wont have to really worry about "waking up" at 5am. He would be up to great the sun most likely and would either be drunk or near it.
He slowly walked closer the coon near him and tilted his head, watching the creamer being opened. "Open for a friendly conversation? Or just waiting to greet the sun like me?" BabyKoKoKitty Chuckling softly at the other's response, he glanced towards him with a light smile before pouring enough creamer into the coffee to turn it from black to a chocolate color, but not enough to turn it to a milky color. Closing the creamer, he put it back into the fridge and gave a light shrug before turning around to lean on the counter, lifting the mug up to blow on it lightly.
"I suppose I'm up for a bit of both," He said softly as he took a sip of his coffee before glancing towards the whisky, raising a brow lightly. "Would that be your chosen drink of the day?" Amnesia asked simply out of curiosity, though he, being a doctor, did know how unhealthy alcohol could be... but that never stopped him from drinking on occassion.
Too many occassions at that. Amnesia, unlike some of his status, had a certain amount of appreciation for the wonders alcohol could do... although he never much appreciated the fact that the hand-eye-foot coordination flew out the window every time he picked up a glass. Graceful Death 17 Watching the others response gave him mixed feelings. He wondered what someone would be doing drinking coffee this early in the morning. It meant he either really liked watching the sun come up each day or hadnt slept at all.
"Think of it as a late night snack that was just a bit ..late. I drink coffe, just not when I plan to pass out during most of the day."
Whiskey is indeed considered a friend, a well known one in fact to this demon. It just takes so much to actually have an effect on him. For some reason it takes twice as much liqour to get him drunk than it would anyone else. BabyKoKoKitty "Okay. A late night snack.." Amnesia echoed softly before he turned his gaze towards the window. Taking another drink of his coffee, he glanced towards the demon again. Doh! Just where had his manners gone? Well, they had probably withered away with most of his other qualities from all those days of staying up without sleep.
"I'm Amnesia, by the way. I was named Amnesia for a reason, mind you, so please don't be insulted if I happen to randomly forget your name and face," He offered softly while closing his eyes to take another sip of the coffee. Mmm...coffee. One of the few things he actually enjoyed anymore.
The coon still very much enjoyed alcohol, but unfortunately for him, had less and less time to sit back and get slobbering drunk. Literally slobbering, at that. Though, perhaps that was a good thing. He generally ended up doing something stupid that he regretted in the morning. Whether he woke up to find that his home was completely disorganized or dirty, or if it was the fact of waking up with someone in his bed that was unwanted by morning. Graceful Death 17 The demon yawned slightly and wondered if the coffee would have been a better choice after all. "I wont mind that at all, as long as you dont mind my other half. The names Duality, D for short. Call me Duality and you die, got it?
He usually didnt mind his other half unless it bit off more than it could chew. It got him in trouble far too often at times .. but was usually easy enough to tame. Usually ... The worst trouble it got him into was the ones he prayed he wouldnt remember the next day. Its the ones he sang to liqour for.
"So ... im going sit down no the lovely couch over there. If you are bored of me yet then meet me there. I dont like Kitchen conversations very much nor do I like thinking of food this early in the morning, its a bad habit "
BabyKoKoKitty Raising a slender brow once more, he glanced towards the couch. The view was better from the windows in the living room... and kitchen conversations never were all that exciting, then again, neither were couch conversations. It seemed no matter where Amnesia went, conversations were never all that exciting-- but that wouldn't exactly stop him from endulging in something akin to a conversation with Dua-- D.
"Alright, D it is. Call me Am... ever call me Amnesia and you die, that fair?" He said in a very serious manner before he began to walk towards the couch. Hey, D didn't liked to be called by his full name and neither did Amnesia. Everyone had their quirks, and some had quirks in common, right? Who would have guessed that it was a small world after all.
Shoving his sarcastic thoughts aside, he sat down on the couch and crossed his legs, resting his feet against the floor. Just because he wore female clothing on occassion didn't make him feminine. Clothing designed for the female gender was more comfortable, but he didn't exactly like the 'girlie' feel it gave him. So, he was dressed for comfort, and really hadn't dressed up at all because of the simple fact that he hadn't been expecting to run into anyone this early-- late... whatever it was. Graceful Death 17 D took a seat on the couch and let himself tense up. He wasnt good at conversations at all .. but this late at night it didnt seem to matter to him. Either he would find himself amused by Am or pass out like he normally would. To him he didnt really know if he should care anymore about what others thought about him.
D grinned hearing Am's response. "Fair enough indeed." Sitting back finally he watched Am cross his legs and decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He wasnt brought up to be wild and unruly... doesnt mean he didnt act like it on ocassions.
He turned over to look at Am with a grin on his face. "Tell me, why talk to a complete stranger without knowing them at all? Do you not find it odd I was here this late? Or even find my comments about my name odd? Or perhaps you find me no threat mainly because I hissed at a coffee pot?" BabyKoKoKitty Blinking at the sudden bombardment of questions, Am chuckled softly before turning his gaze towards D. Raising a brow, he looked skeptically at the demon for a moment at the general turn the questions had taken. At least the name thing was fair enough and well understood by the both of them.
Shaking his head softly, he began to answer the questions one by one, "Ah, but you're not a complete stranger anymore. True, I know virtually nothing about you, but I do know your name... and besides, the same question could be directed right back in your direction." He responded with a very light chuckle before moving on to answer the next question. "If I found it odd that you would be here this late, then I would find it odd for me to be here this late as well, and I don't find myself odd in the least."
Taking a drink of his coffee as he closed his eyes for a moment, he mused on the last two questions. "Again, I made the same type of comments on my own name, so once more I would have to find myself odd, in which I don't... so I would be a hypocrite if I found your comment on your name odd. Hissing at a coffee pot has nothing to do with how big or little of a threat you or anyone can be. Hissing at a coffee pot can actually make you more of a threat than someone who would react in a normal manner towards it. You could very well be a threat, but at this point in time, you've caught me in one of my careless moments. Fact is I don't care if you're a threat or not... What about you, D?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:04 pm
Graceful Death 17 D felt quite happy with the answers that were given. He though still wondered if his name meant anything at all to Am. There was only one reason he didnt like his own name, it said too much about himself. He wondered if his parents had a sense of humor when they had named him.
"Me? Well a complete stranger is better than no one is it not? Therefore talking to a stranger felt better than talking to myself for the rest of the morning. Some say a friendly conversation can even make your day.. cheerier." He stared at the bottle in his hands and sighed before continuing.
"Quite frankly its your own business how late you are up. Besides, the coffe timer scared me more than the first impression you gave me. I also didnt think you had a hatchet or something deadly hidden in the book you were reading, it would mess with the pages."
He stretched and let his back pop a bit while thinking of just why Am's name didnt bother him. "Your name signifies who you are, I find no problem wanting to hide that from people. Perhaps I can relate to that. BabyKoKoKitty Amnesia did catch the meaning and disturbance behind D's name, but that was really none of his business, now was it? Besides, there was no reason for him to dwell over a name and the meaning behind it. It could mean several things, but considering how the other was acting... he would guess that it meant something like bi-polarism or perhaps just split-personalities. Something along those screwy little lines.
"It would seem we agree on several things," Am said absently before glancing towards him to quirk a brow and smiling lightly. Of course names generally signified who people were, or at least gave a slight hint as to who they may be, but people could be anything they wanted, now couldn't they? It may seem odd and-- to a few people-- impossible, but it was true. Someone could have some sort of illness or disease, and still become whatever they truely desired.
"I'm sure you can relate to that, D. I have no doubts about it." He nodded and offered a light smile. Giving a very soft shrug of his shoulders, he quirked a brow once more and turned to look towards the demon, giving a skeptical look for a moment before returning to his normal, soft expression. "Is your name supposed to disturb me or anything like that, D?" Graceful Death 17 D laughed a bit himself. "Disturb you? Now why would I want to do something trivial as that. It was meant more as a warning perhaps." He frowned, thinking of things he probably shouldnt be thinking of. The things kept inside a dark corner of his mind labled Do Not Enter. Most of the time he met someone they left withen the first few minutes of conversation. Amnesia however did not and it slightly worried him.
Just because D was rich didnt mean he had no reasons to hate himself. In fact he comtemplated finding ways to avoid his life as often as he possibly could. But to tell someone how he felt wasnt something he felt suitable to do. It wasnt as if he had any friends in the first place.
"Why is it that people considered different in another persons eye always have trouble with the less troubled? You would think it would be the other way around perhaps. Tell me, what does a man like you do to handle yourself? Do you quietly keep your troubles hidden from the world or do you rather simply allow yourself to express yourself?" BabyKoKoKitty Blinking at the other's sudden turn of questions, he shook his head softly and offered a smile. Perhaps the meaning behind D's questions were that he was in need of... advise? He couldn't really tell, but he would say things in the must subtle manner that he could-- or rather, answer those questions in the most subtle and honest manner that he was capable of.
"Well, D, that would really depend on the... trouble, I suppose." He thought for a few moments before nodding, confirming what he had just said. To make sure it made sense, he allowed himself to elaborate on the subject, "Since you are asking me personally, I tend to deal with things in my own ways. If the trouble really isn't all that big, just a few disturbing thoughts or a bad day, I organize everything. I tend to be obsessive compulsive, so making sure things are tidy is a good way for me to keep stress and the like off my shoulders."
Pausing, he lightly bit his lower lip, thinking on how to continue. "If it is a bigger trouble that I cannot deal with in those simple ways, I find someone I can truely confide in and do just that-- seek help and the like. I seek... advise. I usually act like myself, with expressing myself and the like, but sometimes I keep it bottled up until I get home so I can speak with someone I trust about it." Giving a light shrug, he offered a smile. "When it comes down to it, and I think I will lose people over my troubles, I just say '******** it' and accept it, 'cause the people that really care are the one's that stick around no matter what kind of troubles you have." Graceful Death 17 Duality started to flick the chains on his pants. "I feel .. almost pathetic asking someone I just met all of that. No offense, but you sound more like a doctor deciding to fine solitude in hell. You sound too smart to not have some type of higher education."
Isnt it funny when you only question your actions after they are done? D felt like melting back into the kitchen to find another bottle of whiskey, perhaps he would feel better forgetting himself.
"To push your troubles into a friend sounds so simple when you say it out loud doesnt it? To me it has no meaning. I come here for my solitude because my house is too empty even for me. I dont expect to ever find people here this late and I usually dont, unless you count the coffee pot and the case of beer always left out."
Finially he stopped flicking his chains around and resorted to swaying his tail back and forth. He was also staring at Am's tail because he found the colors amusing. For all the trouble in the world he didnt give a damn anymore. He found it easier to satisfy himself whenever he could.
BabyKoKoKitty "I am a doctor, but that is of little to no importance. What does my status in society have to do with how I express my troubles?" Am inquired lightly, raising a brow at D before sighing and shaking his head. "No need to feel pathetic, and yes, it is always easier said than done... but once you find someone you trust enough, it becomes easier to confide in them. I don't push my troubles on him, per se, I simply seek him out as a friend to friend manner, me looking for advise and him listening."
Giving a little shrug of his shoulders, he offered a light smile. The fact that he was a doctor was something he always hated. He despised being looked at differently-- as an authority figure rather than a friend-- by anyone and everyone. Once they figured out what he was, they talked to him less and less until they simply vanished, or so it would seem they vanished. In truth, Durk'Amiidis was the only person who hadn't slowly avoided him because of his ranking in society.
"I will not get in the way of you and your solitude," Am slowly said, moving to stand, his stripped tail giving a flick behind him as he leaned down to gather his book and coffee mug. He really didn't mean to make D feel pathetic, he hated that, and he really didn't want to be the cause of him not getting his alone time in. "I do apologize for any inconvinience, D, and I do hope you work out your troubles... not as a doctor, but as an acquaintance," He said softly. Graceful Death 17 D twitched, feeling even more depressed than before. Watching the other get up he tighened his fist around the bottle, cracking it a bit. "What.. does your status in society have to do with our conversation? I said you seemed like a doctor, how could I know that you were one? You ... dont know me either. No one does except me. And if you think a doctor is of higher class than me then you are mistaken. I dont give a damn if your the king, what would make you sp special? A title is just that, a title placed apon another ordinary person who just happens to be able to accomplish something others arent given a chance to at times.
He felt bad. He almost felt guilty as if he had said something wrong. He didnt mean to and yet it seemed that he did. D never liked being labled as something and he had a feeling Am didnt as well from the looks of things. He almost wanted to be left alone and yet... didnt want Am to leave.
"I.. dont want my solitude today. I havent had enough to drink anyway. Besides... what good is being along for a few hours when you know people will start to come back in the shop?" ... BabyKoKoKitty The coon blinked and contemplated what he was to do-- he could walk away or sit back down. Turning to examine D's expression, he pursed his lips together in thought. Giving a light shrug, he reluctantly sat back down-- D did have a point. Anthros would return to the shop eventually, and that would mean that he would only have a couple hours-- if that-- to himself before the hustle and bustle began once more.
At least... he finally found someone who didn't care-- no, didn't judge him-- based on his social status. Whether D was equal to a doctor or above it mattered little to the coon. The fact was, the other seemed to want him to stay, or at least that was the conclusion he had came to in his mind. Reaching out, his hand lightly brushing against D's, he took the cracked bottle and set it on the table infront of them.
"I'll... get you another bottle, if you want?" Am inquired softly. He didn't feel guilty, not in the least, and neither should D. Am... was content that he had met someone who could care less about who he was and what his social status was. Maybe this meant he would never have to discuss anything from the past? Not that it was tragic or anything, simply something he perferred not to talk about. "I don't care what your social status is either, D. Those are trivial things that most tend to look at too closely... and I am sorry for misconstruing what you were saying."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:20 pm
D slightly shrugged his shoulders thinking about the bottle. "No.. I dont think I will be needing another bottle afterall. Thank.. you for considering that I might though. most people would be lecturing about the evil of liquor right about now, it wouldnt matter how much I had consumed. Glaring at the cracked bottle in front of him he started to feel even more pathetic. He let his feelings get out of hand, something he felt he should never do. He wiped his hands on the side of his shirt, getting the small pieces of glass and slight trails of blood off. While the blood hadnt cut deep it did happen to draw some blood from him.
D.. in reality wasnt lying about his feelings on social titles. He would feel much better if people were just considered equal no matter what. He also knew that would never happen, the ego of man would never allow it. He usually never told people who or what he was, it was his choice. To figure him out you would need to either pry hard or become important enough for him to feel ok telling you.
"Many things are trivial Am, some people just fail to see that. Im sorry.. if what I said offended you in any way. For you to interpret what I said to be something I didnt mean it to be doesnt always mean your the one at fault. Perhaps it is.. too late for me. The sun doesnt really need any more greeters." He looked back to the bottle one last time.. wondering what he had gotten himself into.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:40 pm
Amnesia shook his head softly and slowly sat back down on the couch to get comfortable once more, pulling his tail into his lap as he began to run his fingers along the soft fur to smooth it out. "Well, if I lectured you about drinking, I would be a hypocrite as I do adore drinking myself... I often drink a little too much, I think, but at least I end up having a bit of fun." Am said with a chuckle as he leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes.
Opening his eyes after a moment to curiously look at D, he raised a brow and shook his head softly. Okay, did he say or do something wrong? He was suddenly feeling as if... everything that was happening was resented and unwelcomed. Blinking at the other's words, he looked down towards the ground in thought for a few moments. Ah, so D wanted to leave, then?
"No, you didn't offend me per se, D... That was me misconstruing what you said and reacting without allowing you to say anything..." Am stopped there, he didn't want to protest or argue against D. He... enjoyed D. "D, if it is late for you and you want to leave... you can do so whenever you wish. I'm not going to force you to stay, and I'm not going to judge who you are..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:51 pm
D watched as Am played around with his long fluffy tail, trying not to wonder about it as much as he wanted to. He had never seen a tail so fluffy and eye-catching and it was starting to cause him a want to brush though it himself. Instead he tried to think about the actual conversation... hoping it would ditract him. "Hmm.. I drink for my own reasons. Im betting you dont drink for the reason I do. And fron the looks of things.. I think im safle from judgement on my drinking habits at least."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small watch so that he could check on the time. He hadnt realized how late it was already. He had only guessed earlier, trying to remember what time it was when he had left home. It wasnt that he wanted to leave this place, to leave Am. He just felt arkward for some reason. He rather liked having someone to talk to, someone who really didnt care what Am did in his past.
"Am... thank you for listening. Heh, and for not wondering why I act the way I do, You.. dont bother me either. Some people would rather disregard what a person really is just by complaining about their faults. As strange as it is for me to feel safe with someone I just barely met, I do.
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