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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 10:35 pm
"Oh, I didn't know all that. Perhaps you did know what you were doing, then. I still say it's not a good notion to go taking their clothes, though." He lets his wounds alone and lays back, staring up to the ribbed ceiling, listening to whatever she has to say.
"mess with?" he inquires, looking up. "I'm not quite certain of how you mean."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 10:40 pm
*she shurgs* i tend to keep things like that quite. I use to do major drug busts now and then... nothing overly fun. That's where i learned most my moves that I've mixed into my sword play. And that breaking some windows are not a good idea unless you have to *she wiggles her fingers that she had possibly half way broke.*
Mess with as in *she tired to think of how to put it but the best she could manage she said looking away from him. Not really wanting to linger long on the subject but she was to tried to care.* as in I'd suppose you'd say ********......
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 10:46 pm
"he watches her for a long while, quiet. Until he asks, "LP, do you hate men? I'm sorry if I'm detestable to you." He sits back up and wraps his arms around his knees, drawing himself in. With a weary, sad glance, he continues, "I don't know why you so much despise the idea of intimacy with the masculine, but I wish you wouldn't say it like that. We're really not so horrible that you have to insult the whole lot of us."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 10:53 pm
*shakeing her head softly she rubs her head siting up beside him her head tilted* no, I really don't.... *she was tired and it was hard to think of how to put things now muttled in her mind.* I really don't hate men, it's just that when I was gowning up everyone around me, my age where guys. They all learned sword fighting, they all did guy things. I was pratically one of them *she bites the bottom of her lip in thought.* I suppect you could say because of them I really came into the liking of the same sex. I know it seems like sometimes I detest you and insult you and the rest of the population, but it's how I was brought up. To compete and over come anything that got into my way. I was the eldest of my family.... I think I had a bother at one point but he was killed... *shaking her head* I know men aren't the horrid ones, I am.... *The way she said that she'd been wanting to say it this for sometime.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 11:02 pm
"But... Well, I can understand that just fine. But I'm male, and I don't abominate the notion of being with another male person. Granted, I've tried it, and don't care for it very much, but you make it sound like it would be punishment for you. Not just that you prefer females, but that males disgust you. And I really don't see how you could reckon yourself horrid just because of that. But I'm curious as to why. I've known many females who behave in a masculine way. And I have been accused of being unusually feminine. It's not all that uncommon. But that doesn't account for the sense of hatred I get from you."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 11:12 pm
*she shurgs softly thinking, closing her eyes.* mmm.... *she shakes her headsoftly, trying to find what to say, but only coming up in a defeat.* I dunno, I just.... *she shakes her head* I dunno, there's something in my past that makes me wary of all mankind really, I just dunno what it is. *she laid back on the floor stareing at the ceiling looking for an answer.* I guess some how I feel threated... *sighing she shakes her head* so many things in my past I dunno 'bout. I try not to seem so hateful for afterwards I relieze what i've said and... I dunno I've been this way my whole life. *she sat up* If you'd like me to leave just say the word. I've not been friendly at all to you on most days.... I know this and yet we always end up fighting
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[night hib it's 2 in the morn gotta jet]
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 11:21 pm
(( right on. I'll see ya about ))
"Oh I see.... No, it's alright. I'm not going to chase you off." He leans his head on his arm and gazes off, into the gloom. "It's just that it depresses me a little, hearing you talk about it. Because I used to know someone who hated men. She despised me, and punished me for it, and taught me to hate myself. Even now I can't help but feel ashamed for being what I am, on ocassion. It's a little funny. Usually it's females who are taught to hate who they are, and to feel lesser. In masculine societies, though. Like yours. You chose to become male in demeanor and virtue, rather than stay inferior. The most influential chapter to my early psychy was the opposite. We're very much the same, in that way. I can imagine what was done to you, and I can only hope it wasn't anything similar to my own experiences."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 6:00 am
*She looks at him scratching the back of her neck,as she listens she shaking her head.* Wouldn't image someone like you having such a problem. No wonder sometimes you can get very touchy. I suppose I make you sometimes feel like you're back with such a b***h like that? *she more or less questions that watching.* Although as far as myself, the reason things aren't remember is that memory tends to expunge the wroser of the actions. So my mind is like the clouds, I've got large gaps in what I remember. So it's rather foggy what's happened in the time i've been around. I think the wroser of the memorys that have stayed with me included a rather diverus group....
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 9:49 am
"Nooooo," he muses quietly. "You really don't. Not at all. You are, for the most part, stable. She wasn't." He scratches the back of his head and glances down at her. It's doubtful she's curious. "What do you mean by 'diverse group?' Demons and things? Or do you mean genderwise? I'm a little confused. And how far back is it that you don't remember? I was under the impression that you were amnesiatic, and that from a certain point back you're just missing a huge chunk of time. Do you mean that you remember bits in there?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 10:31 am
Mmmhmm, *she listens and with a soft smile rather amused like* stable me? I suppose to a point I am somewhat stable. But what excatly was the wrose thing she done? I mean if you don't mind my asking... *she gets sort of a dazed look in her eyes as she ponders his question* Diverse in both ways really, male and female alike and different sorts, I clearly recall there being a demon, werewolf, vampire, *she closed her eyes and thunk for a second* a anthro dragon, zombie and a few other types.... I know the demon was my so-called cuz. There not really large chucks what I remember it's more of whisps and once in a while there's a well sorta large memory spanding of a day or two at the most. I suppose to a point you could call me amnesiatic. If you see the fact that most of the memorys are shadowy figures and blurry. *shaking her head she lets a soft sigh* It's quite annonying really... makes it hard for me to look at my past like there was something I use to do good, 'cept sword play, always could do that and I know it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 6:04 pm
"She tortured me," he says, baring his teeth. "Day in and day out for hundreds of years. I might have gotten a few days respit, here and there, but it was hard to say. After so much physical, sexual, mental and emotional abuse, I'd just shut down at the end of a session. When I say you're stable, I mean that you're not absolutely sick. You can function without taking things out on other people." He pauses and puts his hand to his mouth, squinting upward. "I know what that's like, forgetting. I've got a lot of memories that blur and run together. Like I said, my mind tried to turn in on itself. For centuries after that everything was viciousness and meer existance. Only, there are huge chunks that I'm missing. But I'm pretty sure I don't want to remember them."
He turns, once more, to look at her. "Do you miss those memories? Are they important to you? Sometimes, by chasing memories, we end up moving backwards."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 7:54 pm
*she listens her eyes closed, she'd known many demons like that in the past.* I... geezzz... I tried to stay away from people like that, ******** stuipd assholes if you ask me. Oh that's what you ment by sane... Aye I do take it out on myself now and then but that's when it's rather bad, like when I was thrown out of my home when I wasn't that old.... the oldest I could have been was like seven, but that memory is slowly fading itself. *she nods softly opening her eyes to watch him.* Yeah? I suppose some memories are best left behind. Life is still vicious thou, people still have hard times accpeting others that are different. Or that have had a rougher life.
I miss them to a point.... but they are of little importance to me untill I start seeing then more often than not. I tend to see what I can find out when that starts happening or else I feel like i'd go insane. I know what you mean by moving backwards as well, always happens I end up where I least expect to be and where I really don't want to be.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 8:52 pm
He watches her with a sneer. "'******** stupid assholes?' That's really all you have to say? Yes, I guess they are..." He crosses his arms and frowns. It figures an x-demon would be so incredibley nonchalant about something like that.
"I don't know.. Yeah, I guess," he replies to nothing imparticular. "If I were you, I'd just let it be. You're hardly even a demoness anymore. Even if you had some threat from your past, knowing would do you little good."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 9:00 pm
*she scratches her head, trying to figure him out* well what more is there to say 'cept that they are and all those that are really should be hung. *she let a soft sigh sitting up hands placed on the floor leaning on them for support* I dunno what you've been thru so personally I can't say much than that. If I try to place myself into one's shoes I just end up in another mess.... if you know what I mean.
*she nods softly* aye, it's slowly sinking in that what I once wa sis no longer. After been one way for so many years it's hard to think like one should. The ebb and flow of the time continuam with such transitions mess with my mind. Knowing my do little good but it helps to bring things to peace in one's mind sometimes.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 9:08 pm
"And here I thought I was being fairly blunt. Well, listen, I'm a damned mess. I'm going to go take a quick shower and clean myself up a little. I'll be right back, if you plan on staying. You can make yourself comfortable.. Um.. there are some cushions and stuff over there." He points off to the side and gives a little shrug before he turns and shuffles off.
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