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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:21 pm
Dasha had almost forgotten that Flint was there at all, which she soon regretted. When he spoke, she quickly turned to look at him. She flashed a quick, thankful smile. It was actually genuine since he had opened the door for her. She didn't want to touch the accursed thing.
"Thank you," she said. "I....really am sorry for this sudden leave. I hope we can see each other again soon." She gave another almost shy smile before giving what seemed like an attempt at a little curtsy before running off down the street. Or....practically running. She started to glance over her shoulder but told herself not to. She felt so guilty and yet....
Wait a second. Since when did she feel guilty? She felt her stomach twist up into a knot. How strange.....
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:01 pm
Flint waved slightly, sad to see her go.
"Yhea... see ya."
He couldn't help but feel bad about the whole thing, though he didn't know why. His morning just wasn't working out as well as he thought it would.
He sighed slightly and turned, returning to the books and letting the door shut with a thud behind him. He would get plenty of time to sit and think about things while he was working.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:17 am
Dasha ran her fingers through her long hair as she walked.
'Why is everything so damn difficult?' she thought to herself. She had looked forward to spending some time with Flint. After all, they hadn't in a while. But of course he had to work at some anti-vampire, cursed library. The old man probably kept weapons of pure silver in his closets. For all she knew, he could be out to get her now that he knew. Or...she assumed he knew.
Taking a quick look back, she turned down an alley.
Nevermind that. She had a day off, she might a well think up something to do. But...then again, what was there for her to do? She had told them she was going to visit her parents.....but she really didn't want to. She hadn't seem them in months. She would only do that if there was absolutely nothing else for her to do.
....okay, so there was absolutely nothing else she could do. Letting out an irritated sigh, she turned down one of the streets. She could just hear them now: 'Oh Dasha! You finally came to visit! Are you finally starting to miss us? Oh darling, we love you so much!'
It made her want to gag. But still, she was walking into it anyway.
((Mmmm, time jump?))
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:35 pm
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:06 pm
Dasha walked outside, shutting the door quickly behind her.
'I just said that...I can't believe I just said that...' she thought to herself. A look of what almost seemed like horror written across her face, she attempted to calm herself. 'Well, he'll never find out. And if he does, I can just tell him the truth. I needed to make them shut up. No big deal. I just hope they don't ask me to bring him over...'
She glanced back at the small house behind her before shuddering and hurrying up to walk away. She shook her hair out behind her and began wandering the streets absentmindedly. She wasn't thinking about going home...it wasn't even dark yet. So she just wandered.
She ended up coming down an alley and stopping when she heard something. She turned her head and listened. She could have sworn she heard a footstep....or something. She looked behind her. There was no one there.
'Are you just being paranoid or is there....' she thought before stopping. No, she definitely heard something. Someone was breathing. Or panting, more like it. She turned around and looked. There was a corner off to the side. That was probably where the person was. She cautiously walked towards it.
'What if it's one of those guys? The ones from a few months ago. The ones who were friends with the guy I killed....'
Balling her hand up into a fist, she jumped in front of the alley, ready to swing if need be.
"Ahh!" he whimpered, quickly bringing up his arms in front of his face. "I...I'm sorry!"
Dasha paused. "Tim?"
The man slowly brought his hands away as he peered out at Dasha with big, worried eyes. "Dasha....I...."
"Were you following me?" she asked, a bit of scorn in her voice.
"No! I wasn't. Well....that is to say..."
"You're such a creep!" With that, Dasha turned on her heels and began storming off. What a weirdo. Why on earth would he follow her down an alley? Tim was so pathetic.
"Dasha wait!" Tim called after her. "I'm sorry! I just thought...well...you were going down these allies by yourself. I thought you might need....um..."
Dasha stopped and turned, glaring at him. "You thought what? You could protect me? You? If anything, you'd be the one who got mugged. Just leave me alone."
((Teehee. Flint should come behind her and she mistakes him as Tim.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:38 pm
Flint sighed as he sat at the oak desk, books piled up before him. He sighed once more, sending dust flying into the air. What was the use of working if he didn't actually do anything? There was none, he thought to himself. He fought back another sigh before standing and walking to the hat rack. "Sir? Oh Si-r!" he called out into the air.
"What?" called the old man, walking over to the floor's edge and leaning over the railing.
"I was wondering if I could.... take an early lunch? I'm not getting any work done and I promise to not take too long.... my mind is just else where." Flint gave a small smile, pathetic as it was. The old man stared at him for a moment longer before nodding.
"Get out of here," he called before disappearing once more, "And don't come back until you have your head straight."
How nice, he thought as he strolled towards the door. He gripped the handle, pulled, and exited from the musty old lighthouse. Maybe he should go get some food. Or maybe he should simply go watch a movie... Oh who was he kidding!? He had her stuck in his mind.
The curves, her pale flesh, her huge... lips. A shiver went through him as he walked and he blamed it on the chill in the air. True, he was kidding himself. It was her that did it. Every time. It wasn't one of those "Oh! OH GAWD! GET AWAY FROM ME" kind of shiver. No, it was something much better. He could almost feel his hands upon her.
"Hi there!" sounded a voice, shocking him from his rather dirty thoughts. He stopped walking abruptly, keeping himself from running into a rather short girl whose clothes were probably three sizes too large.
"Oh... why hello. And who might you be?" he asked gently. The girl was around Aurora's age, if not a year or two older. She had long flaming hair that was pulled into two side ponytails. A huge scarf wrapped around her neck and the sleeves to her large sweater constantly fell down past her finger tips before she craftily pushed them back to her elbow. Belts, beads, metal bits, and anything else she seemed to come upon decorated her and the large side pack that was slung over her shoulder and across her chest. She smiled widely up at him as she placed her hands on her hips.
"I've been called lots of things Sir! Scum, Shitface, Bug, Rat-child, Dirt, Whore... though I don't think that boy truly knew what that meant.... Shame too. I haven't had sexual intercourse with anyone yet and I don't quite appreciate being called something that doesn't apply to me," She paused to take a huge breath for she had been talking quite fast, "Most of the names people call me don't apply though, so I've stopped yelling at them. I find that pointing and laughing at their stupidity is much better. Amusing for me at least. You should see how red their faces get! Aha, oh its such a site! However sir, if you would be inquiring what my birth name would be I would simply have to tell you that I don't have one!"
Flint stared at her, astounded by her little burst of... words. In truth he didn't comprehend most of it right away and was a few words behind and slowly catching up. He gave a little nod when he fully comprehended everything. "No name? What a shame. Do you not know your parents?" She nodded back in confirmation before grabbing his sleeve and dragging him down an alley.
"This way Mr.Silver! Your hearts all aflutter ready to burst! I think you need to find this lass you seek!"
Flint stared at her in dismay as he was dragged on. "How do you-?"
The girl giggled slightly as she cut him off. "You've been walking for a while now talking aloud. You say a lot of dirty things Mr.Silver. I've never met someone that open with their thoughts."
Flint flushed a bright red in embarrassment. How stupid he was.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 9:40 pm
"W-wait!' Tim yelled after Dasha. He ran after her, having to, in fact, run to keep up with her. He was rather short, after all. He came up next to her and reached his hand up and touched her shoulder. As his skin came in contact with her's, she swung around and jabbed her fist straight into his gut. His teeth smacked together on contact as a sudden burst of pain shot through his stomach. He gasped in a quick breath of air as Dasha's cold eyes bored into his pain-stricken face.
"I said...leave....me....alone," she hiss'ed, making sure to draw each word out, pausing in between them. "Stay the hell away from me and never, and I mean NEVER, touch me again."
She pulled her fist away from his stomach and he just about fell over. She turned and stormed off down the ally. Tim stood, barely, clutching his stomach.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:11 pm
"THATS WHAT YOU GET YOU ARSE!" called the girl as she ran forward, letting go of Flint, and kicked Tim quite strongly in the shin followed by a punch in the gut. She laughed with an absurd joy in which almost disturbed Flint as he shrunk back into the alley's shadow. Who was this girl and what was her issue? Maybe... she had mental problems. His eyes stole away from the crumbling man and his attacker and fell upon that of the lovely Dasha. Even with her face twisted in anger she was beautiful. Still, he wasn't going to go and jump out of the shadows towards her. He might just end up with a broken arm if he did.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:29 pm
Dasha looked in shock at the girl. Who was she? And why was she standing up for Dasha? Dasha stared at her as she attacked Tim and didn't bother holding back a smile. She chuckled quietly to herself, watching the show.
"That should teach him..." she muttered to herself, shaking her head slightly. "Maybe he'll leave me alone now." Wishful thinking perhaps, but she could hope.
"Good job, kid."
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:45 pm
The girl smiled as she straightened her back and placed her fists on her hips. She was quite smug looking as she stood there covered in her multitude of items. She was like a smug... christmas tree of some sort. The simple sight of her stirred a chuckled within Flint's chest.
"Why thank you Miss Purple! But please don't chalk my appearance up to chance. True, you might have had a sticky situation with out me coming to save you but I think you have a stick something waiting for you already," The girl stretched out one hand, pointing to Flint in the shadows, "Mr.Silver has been looking for you. Well, not FOR you. More like he's been thinking about you. HIS HEART HAS BEEN PINING FOR YOUR LOOOOOOVE!" Her last few words were a painful yell as she clutched her chest and fell to her knees, the junk on her clanging slightly. She looked up from the ground, her smug grin once more on her face. "He would be likin' your company right now, me thinks."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:58 pm
Dasha stared at the girl. First she stared at the odd appearance and then she questioned the girl's words. She raised an eyebrow at the girl. She knew quickly who she meant by Mr. Silver. Or at least she thought she knew. The slight surprise was what she was saying about Mr. Silver. And how she knew about it was beyond Dasha.
Still, she believed her somehow. She tilted her head to one side in question before turning and looking in the direction that the girl was pointing in. She stared at the shadows for a moment before spotting a slight light difference. There was someone there. She could barely make it out, but she could see a form.
"Flint?" she called.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:14 pm
Flint's heart fluttered as he felt her eyes upon him. There was no way he could hide in the shadows any longer. With head hung and hands shoved in his coat pocket, he left the safety of the shadows. He slowly looked up to Dasha as he took a step closer, stopping a few feet away from her and the girl. His head was still hung quite low as he looked at her from under the shadow of his hat brim, a few stray strands of hair peeking out around his face.
"Why hello Miss Dasha," he said meekly.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:24 pm
Dasha watched him as he emerged. He looked almost pathetic yet adorable in his own way. The thought by itself surprised her, but it was true.
She paused and glanced over at the girl before looking back to Flint. She leaned forward and whispered to him. "Who is this girl?" she asked quietly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:34 pm
"No clue," he said back simply, playing with his hands within his pockets.
The girl smiled even wider as they spoke, over hearing their topic. She seemed to be quite pleased that they were speaking of her and not something else.
"I'm the one, and the only I'm quite sure, TILLY~!" She did a little twirl in her spot, her junk swinging around. "And not only that, I'm a living vending machine. Though,.... I am lacking a few things. Like used articles of a woman's taste. I've seen... well heard," here she paused to look at Flint, "That certain men like these things."
She turned to face Dasha more as she held out her hand. "Care to contribute?" she said with a sneeky grin.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:43 pm
Dasha was still staring at Flint when the young girl introduced herself. Tilly, was it? She stared at her. Quite interesting indeed.
She faultered. Did that girl just ask her for....? Oh, she did. Oh, she had to....Dasha held back a smirk and tried to keep herself from looking at Flint.
"Oh well....I suppose..." she agreed. She thought for a moment...which one to choose? The panties or the bra? After a short moment, she reached around to her back and unhooked her bra through her shirt. She pulled her arms through the arm holes of the sleeves and worked to get it off. After a short moment of moving around, her arms appeared back out in the sleeves and a black, lacy bra was in her hand. She held it out towards Tilly.
"Will this do...?"
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