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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:27 pm
Rezzo shook her head.
"I'd say dat yar behavior appalls an' disgusts me. But I've seen it so many times now dat I really don' giva dam." She sighed and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, leaning on her elbow. Every now and then, she would reach over with her bandaged fingers with highlighter yellow, chipped nailpolish and pick little bits of food off of Lucas's plate.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:34 pm
[Lucas Valentine]
"What can I say? She was hot. Besides, it's not like I'm getting any a** from you." Lucas pretended not to notice that some of his food was disappearing thanks to Rezzo. Not that he minded at all if she helped herself to his plate. Suddenly Lucas' phone rang. "Hello?... Oh yeah, what was your name?... Lucas. What room and what time tonight?... 11:30 in dorm 127. Got it." He snapped the sleek black phone closed inbetween his fingers, and slipped it back into his pocket.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:48 pm
"Yeah, dat's right you ain't gettin any," Rezzo said with a sardonic snort. After a while, she downed a couple more pills and then pulled out her sketch book and started scribbling in it with a hunk of graphite she'd pulled from her bag. Her fire eyes were fiercely concentrated on her task, almost lost in it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:50 pm
[Lucas Valentine]
Lucas peeked over at the sketch book. "Whatcha drawing there?" he said with a mouth full of food.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:59 pm
"Meh next potential," Rezzo muttered, smearing the blunt of her fist over the page once. "I was inspir'd by dis angel I met. Wanna throw one now." She still focused, her senses acute on her work.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:08 pm
[Lucas Valentine]
"Hmm... Maybe I'll do a piece of a San Francisco sixty-nine." Lucas smirked at the idea. He rested his elbows on the table and laid his chin on his interlocked hands, looking over at Rezzo.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:13 pm
Rezzo stopped in her work and looked up at him to raise her eyebrow.
"Dat would be somdin' dat ya'd do, wouldn' it?" she said, almost as if she were exasperated by the thought. Which would make sense because she was. "You and me are doin' a piece togeder one day, righ'? Wha' we gonna do?" Might as well talk about it now...Rezzo liked to get all of her plans in early when it came to such things.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:21 pm
[Lucas Valentine]
"Now you're heading in a direction I like. How about a piece of us? You could be chained to a bed and I could be on top of you." Lucas had to fight back a laugh at the thought of this. He knew Rezzo wouldn't agree to it, but it'd be worth seeing her reaction.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:27 pm
Rezzo's eyes narrowed and she ground her teeth together.
"Or how 'bout me suckin' all de oxygen outta yar body?" An ominous gust of wind tore through the dining hall, making a gash under Lucas's missing eye, as if to prove her point. "I betya'd turn a nice color. I could use meh new violet for yar face."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:31 pm
[Lucas Valentine]
Lucas placed his hand on his missing eye. "Aww, don't do that Rez. I can't have any more scars ******** up my good looks." He pulled the black leather eye patch Ani had given him and placed it over his left eye to hide Rezzo's retaliation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:37 pm
"It's amazin' dat ya actually find some'un ta get in yar bed ya so freaky in de first place," she muttered, returning to her sketch book and forgetting the originate topic altogether, now that her pure intentions had been ruined. She dug the graphite into the paper harshly, sending microscopic, silver shrapnel everywhere. It colored her hand a gunmetal gray.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:44 pm
[Lucas Valentine]
"Freaky? Ah, Rezzo. What makes you say that?" Just then a tall, muscular fair-haired student walked up to the table. "Is that blood coming out of your eyepatch? I can help you to the clinic, if you'd like." Lucas didn't even look at the student, but instead pulled a pistol out of his trench coat and pointed it at the kid. "Is that a bullet wound in your heart or were you just leaving the table?" He pulled the hammer back on the .38 to let the kid know he was serious, though the student quickly dashed off in the opposite direction. Lucas uncocked his revolver and placed it back in his coat, pretending nothing had happened.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:05 pm
((That was amazing. xd heart ))
Rezzo was silent, still focused on her work while the whole spectacle went along. "Dat's dange'ous, pullin' guns here, Lucas," she advised him, gently, but almost boredly, like she knew what she said wasn't going to make a difference. "But yar freaky. Anyone would dink dat a guy wid a rock for a c**k would be freaky. An' I mean a real rock."
After all...who was she talking to?
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:16 pm
[Lucas Valentine]
((I was going to have him point the gun at Rezzo for doing that to him in the first place, but for obvious reasons, that would be a bad idea. XP))
"Technically, it's just as fleshy as a human's. Though I can turn it into a rock if that'll get me in your bed."Lucas winked, and wiped some of the blood off his face with a napkin. "Dammit. I'm going to have to find some magic freak to fix this s**t up. And if anyone wer to give me lip about my guns, BANG! Right in the brain." Lucas pointed his finger at his head, and pretended to shoot when he said that.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:48 pm
"Ya wouldn' know what would get ya inna meh bed 'cuz no one eva been dere," Rezzo reminded him. She glanced up and looked at Lucas for a moment before digging around in her messenger back and pulling out her box of band-aids. "Got no idea why ya keep insistin' on gettin' meh sex. Ya got 51% a' de entire world to choose from. Ya don' need me." She climbed up to her knees on the chair she was sitting on and leaned over the table to spread a neon pink bandaid over the little gash on his cheek.
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