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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:26 pm
Nye had never had any particular desire to clean, and his mother telling him off for living in a pigsty when he was young never really traumatized him into submission. The elevator he was so shakily standing in might.
And he did expect her to protest, but Nye was known for getting his way. "Oh? Weren't you just the one who said that people wouldn't whistle?" Just watch out, Ivie. He'll play your weaknesses to his advantage and you'll end up liking him for it.
What a weirdo.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:30 pm
If Ivie was traumatised into cleaning, she wasn't scared of this elevator. Go figure. "They won't." She stated firmly, quite sure of herself. "But hypothetically, were they to, I still couldn't let you do that. It wouldn't be right."
Ivie felt bad about getting Christmas presents, let alone gifts at any other time.
The elevator clunked to the ground and they got off, Ivie now knowing what car to walk to and wait at patiently. "Besides, wouldn't you rather spend that money on yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:37 pm
"Why not? I'd have won fair and square." Slightly determined about making this bet and making it work in his favor, he added to the terms. "What if you win I won't offer or try to pay for you for a month?" Attractive offer for someone like Callaghan over here.
Climbing out of the elevator was a relief, and coming to his car made him feel like he was on earth again. How lovely! The car unlocked with a beep and a click from Nye's keychain, and even started with the push of another button before Nye even touched the vehicle. Magical car starter!
"I bet you my wardrobe's bigger than yours, Ivie. I'm set until the next Ice Age," he said as he opened the passenger door for her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:44 pm
Not owning a car, Ivie was suitably impressed at just how advanced they were these days. The last one she'd been in regularly was her mothers - an old, manual Ford it clunked in a worrying manner and had all the extras of a standard room. None. Brown felt seats included.
"You not paying for a month...that sounds good, actually. And sounds like we should shake on it now, since I've already won." No, that wasn't confidence. That was a lack of self-worth speaking and it was sad that Ivie didn't notice it. "And hey. I have enough clothes."
Actually, Nye was seeing her in one of the...five outfits she really owned, jeans and Ts not included. Aside from Uni, Ivie didn't really have anywhere to go. She thanked him for the door and settled down. Within five minutes of driving she'd be napping - not on purpose mind - her head nodding in time to the car. Cute.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:07 pm
"I would if I wasn't driving!" Nye's playful tone indicated that he was in high spirits once more, good news for those surrounding him.
Within six minutes on the almost-exact, Nye tried to start up small talk again. Ivie's unresponsive manner caused him to do a close inspection of the girl's condition at a stop light, and it turned out that she was sleeping. No wonder she sounded tired on the phone.
Lacking any fuss whatsover, Nye drove on in the direction of the shopping center in silence. Upon arriving, instead of parking and waking the girl, he yanked the keys out of the ignition and put his knees up on the wheel. Waiting until she woke up sounded like a better idea.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:14 pm
It was amazing what a ten minute nap could do for you. Nye wasn't left waiting for long; Ivie's eyes slowly pried themselves open a minute or so after the car stopped and her hands immidiately reached up, rubbing at them as she stifled a yawn. Wait. Where was she?
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Upon realising just what she'd been doing and where, a suitably embaressed moulded onto her face. "Did I keep you waiting lonng?"
A little unsteady, Ivie opened her car-door herself and swung herself out, stretching in the crisp afternoon air. Gods, she hoped she hadn't been snoring!
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:28 pm
Nye almost barrel rolled out of his own vehicle, all thanks to his awkward sitting position. Still, landing on his feet in an almost cat-like manner (or that of a reckless teenage boy). Perhaps playing with Ivie's head was a good idea.
"Oh, nah. It was only three hours, but I'm okay." The car locked with two consecutive beeps and the keys were pocketed.
Can you believe it?
SHOPPING in PAR---
We apologize.
The author was shot.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:42 pm
"What?" Wait, no, that could not be right. Checking her watch, Ivie pouted and threw her scarf at Nye. "Oh you're horrible!" And with that she made her way into the shopping center, expecting that he'd follow.
Now that she thought about it, she and Nye spent a lot of time in Shopping Centers.
"Ah..." She stopped dead, looking around. "Where'd you wanna go first?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:49 pm
Nye extended his hand to her, as a reminder to finalize their bet. He was so completely determined to get someone to whistle at her, it was driving him slightly insane. Always one for a challenge. "To a place with teenage boys who can whistle."
Inside the shopping center, Nye took the lead straight on to a popular clothing store Allison had recommended to him. As Ivie tried things on, Nye kept 'putting them away' (read: shoving them on hold for a few hours). Unfortunately, the human excretory system does not wait for the end of a non-date to act up. As they were moving on to their next store, Nye stopped. "Ah, I gotta run to the little boys' room for a few minutes. I'll be right back, don't move!"
And just like that, he was off to the loo. Never to return again.
Nye never took very long in the bathroom, and just as he was drying off his hands and turning to leave this... impregnable-looking man-wall stood in front of the exit.
What in hell?
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 10:58 pm
Ivie had shook and then, after much poking and prodding, tried in clothes Nye picked out for her. They were nice clothes, she had to admit, but out of the very, very limited budget she set herself for this sort of thing. Read: fifty a month. Little wonder Ivie Callagher had very few clothes. Still, to her glee, no-one even checked her out let alone whistled. To her knowledge, anyway.
They walked out with very few bags and leaving a somewhat bemused store-clerk behind them with a big pile of clothes to reshelve. Not quite as big as Ivie thought but still decently large.
"Aah?" Came Ivie's ever so intelligent responce. "Oh, right, I'll just grab a drink." By the time Nye was out of sight, Ivie had aquired an orange and lemon juice and was sipping it happily, waiting for the boy to get back. She was busy removing a pip from her straw when a large, meaty hand wraped itself around her wrist. It was Butch. She knew it just from the hand and the heavy breathing of the man, let alone the rather cliche shadow he left that completely overshadowed her. Swallowing a little, Ivie risked a glance up. Oh yeah, that was Butch. He didn't look particularly angry for the minute, though, and it was this fact alone that allowed Ivie to remain calm.
"Let go of my wrist, Butch." She said quietly, as if talking to some dangerous animal. Lets face it, she practically was.
"Like hell." Came the responce, and Ivie's drink fell to the floor as Butch tugged her along. "We've got some things to talk about, woman."
Ivie wasn't really given the chance to speak as she was tugged away from the spot Nye left her and around into of those corridors where only the staff and cleaners go. It was between shifts right now; the chances of anyone interrupting them was slim and knowing this, Ivie began tensing up. Gods, why couldn't he just leave her alone? Her back hit the wall and Butch, far taller than her, loomed over.
"Ivie you know better than this!" Butch's tone was that of a jilted lover, having just found his girlfriend cheating on him for the upteenth time. Didn't he learn? "You know I hate it when you do this.
"Butch it hardly matters what you like. Be brave, Ivie, be brave. "I dumped you. Get over it already! I don't want you around me!"
Being brave was a bad idea, Ivie realised, when one of Butch's fists slamed into the wall next to her. Shaken, Ivie looked up to see the rather colourful bruising on Butch's face, still reasonably fresh. Her eyes widened a little. "You hit Nye?"
"b***h deserved it." Butch growled out. "Should know better than to make moves on what's mine."
"But I'm not - " A sharp backhand, Butch's favoured attack for her, would have sent her spinning had his arm not stopped her. Instead Butch grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, smushing his lips to her and trying very hard to get his tongue down her throat.
Ivie bit. Ivie squirmed. It did little except aggrivate the man who, pulling back after the bite, slammed his hand down on top of her throat and held her to the wall that way, pressing down hard enough to press the air from the passage yet not hard enough to break anything. Yet. As Ivie gasped for air Butch pressed down further, forcefully kissing her again. Brightly coloured spots began dancing in front of Ivie's eyes, the tell-tale signs of being about to pass out. Oh gods, not now, not with him here.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 3:58 am
Nye made one of those demure attempts to walk around the man. You know, those weird attempts you make in the washroom that's sorta like, "I know you're there, but I don't know you and we're in a public germ hive," type thing?
Yeahno, didn't work. Instead, whoever this idiot was stepped forward to back Nye into the room even more. The entire thing was more than just slightly suspicious - and it never took long to put two and two together. There was something up, and it had to do with the guy who left two handsome bruises on Nye's generally well-protected body.
"Would you mind moving?" came the question right through Nye's pearly whites. "I've got some business in one of the stores."
"Yer not comin' through, you little b***h. Butch's got some business with the little whore you've been hitting on." Beefy arms crossed, it was obvious that drastic measures were in order.
Nye knew a thing or two about combat, thankfully, and knew that there were simply no cameras in public bathrooms. Like Butch, this one didn't look too speedy. Thanking the lord for being a quick thinker, Nye feigned for a stall and slammed the door open right into the colossus's face. He went down quicker than a snowman in July. "Now, was that so hard?"
Power-walking in a shopping center was always made difficult by people, but thank goodness the bathrooms were right off the food court. Nye had rushed over to the little white table he left Ivie at, and there was a drink but... no girl. Looking around frantically, Nye had to resort to asking people who sat nearby about a redhead and a man twice her size.
One couple, thank god, answered accordingly.
Within two seconds of Ivie seeing stars, the door to the corridor was opened roughly and slammed shut rather noticeably. "I thought we had a discussion about this already."
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 4:08 am
Butch didn't seem in a hurry to back off. He knew that, even if Nye had his gun on him, he wasn't about to shoot with Ivie right there and pressed all too close to the larger man. His tongue lodged firmly inside Ivie's throat, he kept right on kissing her until he felt her stop twitching all together. It was only then he pulled back, a smug look on his face, and took a look at the poor girl. Moving his hand, he admired the hand-shaped bruise that now lay there as her head lolled. She'd passed out and, with a nasty chuckle, Butch was about to let her slide to the floor when he noticed Nye.
Pesky b*****d. His arm went under Ivie's arms as he held her in front of him as a makeshift sheild of sorts. "Go to hell, ya f**. What're you gunna do, shoot her?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 2:42 pm
Nye wasn't entirely sure if this guy was a sadist or something, but at this point, did it even matter? He had choked his ex until she went unconscious and snogged her against her will meanwhile. Very few sane, cultured people did that.
"Only cowards use people half their size as meat shields," he said. "I have no intention of shooting you right now, let alone in a public place." Quiet, unsure of what to do, Nye took a step forward. Perhaps bluffing wouldn't be a bad idea for once...
"But there are people here that would have no problem killing you on my cue. It's not always my gun that's used on those who choose to trouble me, you know." Perhaps a restraining order would be appropriate.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 5:30 pm
"You're bull shitting." Apparently Butch wasn't quite as dense as we thought, though his beady black eyes did make a sweep of the corridor. There was a door to his left, somewhere behind him, but that was a staff-only area and there was no-way this kid could have people there, not when he hadn't known this was coming. 'Sides, it was unlikely he had anyone working for him at all. Well, perhaps a few male designers or some such crap like that.
His burdan was a light girl, always had been, yet even she became something of a dead weight when unconcious. Butch shifted her uncomfortably; bodies were awkward like this and it was putting him off balance. Not that he'd let that show, of course.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 7:04 pm
Inner!Nye's eyes narrowed, but his facade seemed to be near the hardness of a diamond. "Am I? You'd be surprised how much a janitor uniform could hide."
Nye took another prowl-like step forward, almost ready to use something to his advantage. Green eyes swept the corridor carefully, trying to take in every piece of information they could muster. There was a broom pretty close by, and anything was a possible weapon.
For once, Nye actually felt that the gun wasn't at his disposal, and it left a void in his safety. Not good.
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