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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 12:54 pm
Diego's angry eyes kept on staring at her in the rearview mirror and narrowed. "Oh, so we're only good enough for ya because you happen to need help, hm?" he hissed.
"Diego," Elisa hissed and glared back. She had pulled a first aid kit from somewhere and started tending to Domani's foot now, putting on a quick and knowledgeable bandage to stop the blooding. They would tend to it on the farm.
Both Diego and Lothario were looking at Domani and Elisa. Lothario had turned around and Diego was still glancing at her through the rearview mirror. At her question, Diego smirked and Lothario laughed a melodious laugh.
"You did not ask," Lothorio pointed out mildly, humored.
The car came to a screeching halt then, Diego had hit the brakes all of a sudden. Elisa let out a screech when she was flung forwards, into the chair and Lothario barely held on to the seat, he had still been turned backwards to Domani. He turned around and frowned at Diego.
Diego had turned around to Domani too and appeared absolutely livid. His arm had snapped up and pointed at the door. "Insolent, ungrateful brat," he hissed. "I've had it with you. Get out! Take care of yourself. I don't ******** care anymore. OUT!"
Elisa was holding her nose and muttering something. A small trickle of blood was trailing down. Her eyes were screwed shut in pain.
Lothario sighed deeply and buried his face into his hands.
Looks like Diego called the shots and looks like Domani didn't quite show him the respect he liked. Whoopsie.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:15 am
((My poor baby! She's so unwanted.))
Domani's eyes widened. What? She had been being grateful! She would even go so far as to say she had been nice. "What? After all your effort?" Her anger bubbled over and her eyes hardened. What, did he think he was a god and she was a worshipper? Yeah, right. "What, do I have to get down on my ******** knees and chant for twenty hours straight for me to be considered grateful?" She never did like religion, "Fine. Fine. I'll go. If everyone else is like you where we're going, you're only good enough for me when I need to piss," She shot back.
She swirled around in her chair, being careful not to so much as move her leg, and opened the door. She slid out carefully, so as not to jar her leg and turned back to give a parting comment, holding on to the door to help her balance. She would've given a lovely parting comment but she saw Elisa with her hands on her nose, "You okay, Elisa?" She asked, without realizing that she just completely ignored Diego. Elisa's pain was more important than Diego's inflated ego.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 1:38 pm
((Ok, lesson 1: Gratitude does not count if you lace it with sarcasm. Domani oooobviously doesn't mean it.
tip 2: Please go research gunshot wounds to the leg because I absolutely doubt Domani can do what she does now. xD I mean, she would have nearly bled to death, even if the bullet did NOT hit a main vein.
advice 3: She'll be so screwed if she does this, you know. Really. Get her to cooperate. wink Or make her pass out so Lothario can convince Diego to take her along and ship her to the US.
note 4: Domani HAS to show some humility towards Diego because Diego won't tolerate her otherwise. >_< She's only... what 17? 18? She acts so old and bitter. xP Can't you lighten her up, just a bit? ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:10 pm
((Sorry, SSJ love. I'm still trying to work out where to draw the line on Domani's personality. U.U Just assume that the last post didn't happen, then? So drop childhood overconfidence and add childhood shock at things not of the norm? 'Kay.
Oh wow. I forgot physics entirely. I really have been sucking recently.))
Domani shrieked as she flew forward, head bashing into Diego's chair. Blood welled up on the back of her head. She barely even heard Diego from all the pain her head and leg were giving her but she got the gist. 'I don't care about you anymore so you can go and do whatever you want to do with life'. Oh ********. What did she do wrong? She'd probably stepped over some courtesy thing for all she knew.
"What?" She said blankly, "I didn't... I... What did..." Words left her. Anything she could follow up with would just seem childish. "I'm sorry," She said, the words sounding foreign coming from her mouth, like she was speaking a language she had only read the words of, never heard.
But whether or not she was sorry, she was probably still getting kicked out. Diego did not seem... forgiving by nature. Oh ********. Middle of nowhere with a bullet wound and a bleeding head? She was arrogant but not enough to kill for. She started getting up off the floor the braking had thrown her on, using a combination of her hands and good leg. Just as she was about to get up, her hand slipped on some of her abundant blood that coated her part of the van. She flailed and her head banged the seat again and her bad leg managed to hit the door.
Darkness flooded her mind and her last thought was: I really hope Diego isn't the type to kill people in their sleep.
((Er, better?))
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