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 Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 9:46 pm
Lacey watched them idly, running a finger over the rim of her hat, kicking the ground with a bit, clicking her tongue, anything one would expect from a bored person waiting in line for tickets to some show. When the taller one asked if they needed brains she smiled and looked to some of the zombies, who seemed to either not notice her, or think she was better off alive, like a child ignoring their mother.
"The brains only make them stronger really. Some have completely rotted away." She pointed a gloved hand to one with a completely skinless skull, half opened with nothing inside. "So not really." She proclaimed and yawned. When he then asked for help she promptly stepped off the sidewalk and nodded. "Sure thing. And stop that constant yelling. It's just annoying." She muttered to the smaller one and began to take off her glasses, taking her sweet time to assist to two male, and non-rotting beings. After taking off her sunglasses, she looked up with her milky eye and lime one.
"Here." She handed one of her antique guns to the tall, braver looking one and pointed at it. "If they try to eat you while I'm doing this, use that, it'll stop them. And as for you...just get behind him." She wasn't asking, or even instructing...it was a statement, as if they'd do exactly what she'd say without her asking or suggesting. "Now step back." She declared and took off her head, putting on the more frightened man's head. "Hold that for me."
She then cracked her fingers and twisted her neck, a crack coming from it. Finally she threw off her coat as if preparing for some heavy duty work and spread out her hands towards the floor. She began murmuring something in Latin, a glow emitting from her hands and the zombies slowly began to stop their mindless movements. Meanwhile her blind eye turned a bright white, a glow surrounding it like the moon. When her words stopped all the zombies were still, staring directly at her, slack jawed and quiet. Her feet moved towards them and she took out the old sword from her belt, revealing a rusty, blunt looking blade that seemed it'd seen better days, in the 12th century.
She arched it slowly and then suddenly swung it directly at a couple of the zombies, cutting their heads off with precision. A blue and black fire burst around their bodies, enveloping their corpse with a strangely beautiful manner. She then moved to the others and cut the rest. There weren't many, maybe ten or so, seeing as how the grave they came from was relatively small. It made her process easier and quicker. If it had been a large mass, she'd have more trouble holding every one of them still.
Finally she put the sword back in its hilt and licked her lips again, muttering some more Latin, white eyes flickering like lightning. Then something seemingly spiritual happened. For each zombie that was laying on the ground, a small white orb lifted from its chest, floating into the air like snowflakes. Soon there were one for each of them, drifting around the strange woman. "May the after life be a pleasant one. You can finally now rest in peace." She said calmly and closed her eyes, the orbs fading out.
When all was gone, what remained was a pile of bodies in front of them, parts spread like the gory aftermath of war. "Hmmm...that went pretty well. No cuts or bites." She declared and looked over to the two that remained alive after wards.
"Can I have my stuff?" She asked, as if they had stolen her items from her, her white eye fading back into the milky blind look.
((Haha I wasn't really sure how to handle it...HOPEFULLY I DID WELL. XD I figured when they get into more zombies like MASSES she'll have much more difficulty...))
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 6:51 am
((... her HEAD or her HAT she gave to Elijah... hahahaha, I'm confused... I think you meant hat... I mean, it'd be wicked if she took off her head, but then she couldn't do half the stuff she did afterwards... or maybe she could... no she couldn't... *looks baffled*
I think you meant hat D: ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 10:02 am
((ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME?!?! ARE YOU?!?! D:<
...I never read over my post. XD I was too busy on Facebook to BOTHER. But she gave him her HEAD lolololololz. Cause she can so totally do that.
No she can't. She'd die.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 2:23 pm
((Hhahaha,when I read that I was like: HOSHIITE THAT IS SO AWESOME.
... WAIT. She can't do that....LOLZ. YOU'RE SO KEW,J))
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 6:08 pm
((Haha I know she's so amazing that she can not only take OTHER heads off...but her OWN as well! Hahaha.
I know. Just the kewlest. And I'm not changing anything, just so that post will remain the best ever.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 1:56 am
((Yeah, I read that and was like "Head? What? Buh? Guh?" =D You're so badass, Jiffykins =D))
At his request, the woman very calmly stepped through the rotting carnage, her calm, assertive air very nearly distracting him from the chaos. No one could be that sure around the undead and be unable to help. She knew that she was doing. There wasn't going to be a problem. He knew that, as a solid fact. Though, she wasn't doing much of anything yet, and there was only so long he could hold off the creatures by kicking them, before they bit his leg off.
She handed him a fancy-looking gun. He accepted it, slightly bewildered. He'd never held one of these in his life; removed plenty of bullets and cleaned the wounds from his unfortunate posthumuous clients, sure, but never fired one. But she didn't seem worried about it, so it couldn't be that hard. Like that old Duck Hunt game, he realized; point and click. No problem. The gurgle of fear that had started to roil up in his gut was settling down once more.
He staggered back from the woman and the undead, pulling his squealy savior along with him, to let her get her work done, and she began mumbling something in a language he wasn't familiar with; Atanacio was just barely fluent in French, Hebrew, and Greek, and her words sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place them; there were a lot of similarities in the words, and he thought he could catch a translation or two, but he wasn't sure.
He should travel more. Really, he knew a good bit of languages, but he doubted it was enough to get by in their native lands. A full-immersion program, that was the best way to learn another language, no doubt. He'd always wanted to travel, but there was no time in today's world. He hadn't been in Red Cross very long, though, maybe he would get a chance in the near future, they traveled everywhere. And then he be of more help than giving flu vaccines--not that he disliked that work, no, not at all, no offense to the boy earlier that evening intended--but it would be nice to really get out there and help the needy. The needier.
Africa probably had a miserable undead problem, Atanacio realized. Those people were often starved in the first place, the zombies would be just ravenous for bodies of the living. And bodies of the living probably wouldn't fill them up, much, either. Did they have zombies in Africa? Maybe if they all were dying of malaria, that made it harder to get infected. Probably not, though; there hadn't been any reports he'd heard of where cause of death prevented coming back.
What was he doing? He had a gun. It was very nice looking. Probably expensive. What? He looked around. "Oh. Snap." The bodies of the undead lay, lifeless--well, more lifeless than before--and a vague glow was dissapating from around the woman. He had missed something very important. But he didn't think they were dead, and that was what mattered.
The woman strutted over, and Atanacio was keenly aware that one of her eyes looked like a lightbulb. He stared down at her a moment, as the light faded from her socket. "That... I didn't quite catch what happened. What you did, was it, um..." he looked around and his long fingers fiddled with the gun. "Getting rid of them like that, it's really very impressive. Did you learn that somewhere? It could be very helpful. By which I mean, uh," he looked back to her, and smiled. "you were very helpful. Really. Thanks. I dunno what would have happened if you hadn't done... what you... did, but... you did. Thanks, really." He paused. "Oh! Your gun. Here." He handed it back to her. "It's very nice. You must like antiques. That's good, shows good world intrest. Intelligent, that." He grinned. He didn't know who this woman was, or what it was that she did, but she was very pretty.
((8D I like him.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:10 am
((WAAAI... Hahahha, wtf, Tuefel? That was the weirdest tangent I've ever read... starving zombies in Africa are STARVING.
... *cracks up* I think you just solved their AIDs problem... anyway. Now that I feel in poor taste!I WRITES.))
Any other man would have been offended to have a woman telling him to please just get out of the way and stand behind the bigger guy, but not Elijah, he sprinted behind this new founded tall stranger so quickly it was almost as if Elijah hadn't been there in the first place.
Wait. There he was.
He peered out from around the tall man's elbow and furrowed his eyebrows. When the woman took off her hat Elijah swallowed a scream as the soft hat slid down on his forehead and nearly covered his eyes; for what reason? Even he would be embarrassed to mention it. He thought she had been about to remove her head. Perhaps it was the roughly done stitch done around the base of her neck that made him think anything that crazy... or the fact she seemed the kind of woman to be able to remove appendages... like some thrown together Bride of Frankenstein who would remove a part in exchange of another frankly because the other was too rotten to function as an arm, or a hand, or a pinky toe anymore.
Almost warily he watched her go about taking care of the undead. Pugsley seemed rather mystified with her, for he stopped his yapping, plopped on his hind quarters, and quirked his rotten face at her.
"Pugs!" Elijah hissed. "Don't get in the WAY!" And he beckoned him with a snap of his fingers. Pugsley quickly and rather over excitedly agreed and sprinted over to his human companion. He plopped on the tall one's foot and wagged a stubby tail at him in greeting.
Elijah sent him a look, but was then rather distracted by little orbs of floating light. He stared at one transfixed that drifted close to his nose and then at the woman who had been the cause of this phenomena. She was the picture of a macabre grave keeper, lit eerily with a ghostly white light.
He was distracted from her as the orb so close to his nose bumped into the tip. In an instant the orb turned black and vanished; it dissolved into an ash and blew away. Elijah sneezed and wrinkled his nose.
Puglsey growled a little, seemingly at nothing in particular.
Though then, the woman was back and was now demanding her stuff back. Elijah paled a little, unsure to what she meant, but then the hat upon his head slid down the remainder of the way into his eyes and over his ears. "Oh." He said and with shaking hands he took it off his curly head. He looked at her, and away, and again at her, but not quite at her face.. a little down and to the left.
"Oh!" He said, thinking maybe she thought he was staring at her stitches and politely tried to rectify himself. "I, uh... I... I didn't mean... they are very lovely stitches... I uh..." He swallowed and looked uncomfortable. "Your, er... your hat." And he thrust it at her and almost shoved it into her chest, then almost dropped it.
He was perhaps the only man capable of looking so pale and manage to blush at the same time. At last he put the hat into the tall one's hands since he seemed to actually be capable of an ALMOST complete sentence and not acting like a COMPLETE idiot.
"Sorry." Elijah might have mumbled.
((hahahaha, he's so awkward... wtf?))
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:43 am
((Hahaha I loved it as well. I'd bet it'd be the truth though. It makes sense. XD Maybe Lacey should go international. Lolz. But I bet they have good necros there for them...don't they have medicine men and stuff too? ;D THEY'RE DANDY. ))
Lacey watched the taller man with a bored stare. It was though she were staring at a blank television screen, watching the static sizzle and hiss, trying to find an interesting outline of what should have been there. She only half-listened to him talking. She never listened to people much, they were boring, and only deserved half her attention. It wasn't like she was about to go ahead and TRY to be polite. No way. She hate politeness. It only covered up what people truly were, rude.
"Uh-huh." She grunted to him as he finally handed over the gun. She quickly put it back in its holster and shrugged. "Not really. It's the only one that works." She replied, probably crushing his hopes and dreams of her being interested in fancy antiques and collecting miniature little replicas of womanly guns or something. She didn't care what anything looked like, if it worked, it worked, and that was good for her. She noted his hands rather oddly, a look crossing her eyes. "Good bones..." she whispered to herself, ticking off lists and other assortment of morbid subject matters in her head before the more annoying one took to talking, he was harder to pay attention to than the other man.
If she had to choose who to listen to more, it'd have been the giant, not this one with the dead dog. She'd have killed the dog as well, but it seemed attached to this man...why she wasn't sure...since he looked like a sissy...but nonetheless, "Yeah. Whatever." She said, and glanced as her hat passed hands and not to her. She took her hat from the other's hands and pushed it back onto her head.
Without much of another word she turned around and picked up her trench coat, pulling it over her arms as she began to move lazily over to the bodies. She put a leather covered finger to her lips and counted them in her mind. Then she bent over and picked up one of the smaller bodies, resting it over her shoulder and picking up a head in her arms. "Get some and follow me," was all she said before dragging her legs towards where the fence to the graveyard was. Using one of her boots she slammed it against the gate, it creaked and opened for her and she walked inside, looking at each tomb carefully before finding the one the body belonged to and placed it in its coffin.
Afterward she turned to wait for the two men to come in and tell them where to put them. It helped to have some people nearby to help with the clean up. Doing it yourself proved time consuming, having to take one at a time, especially for the mass graves. At least then she didn't have to place them in certain areas though.
((Haha...it'd be RUDE to leave them laying around everywhere...wouldn't it?))
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 3:32 pm
The woman wasn't really listening to what he was saying; it made sense. He wasn't saying anything particularly important, in the first place. Suddenly, his twitchy companion pushed the woman's floppy hat into his hands, and he barely had time to look at it before the woman was snatching back again.
Atanacio looked down at the little rotting dog standing by the shorter man, its stubby tale waggling eagerly. God it was cute. How did dogs do that? Half its face had gone missing, but it still managed to be completely adorable. Dogs must have magic powers like that, or something. It was insane. Without even thinking about the possibility of the dog eating his hand, Atanacio leaned down and patted its head. The canine's skin was a bit squishier than most, but it still gave that nice feeling. "Lookit you. You're a happy fella, aren'cha. G'boy."
When he looked up from the perky little corpse, he saw the woman had hoisted a body over her shoulder, and was grunting at them to join in. "Right, can't just leave them..." He looked around and picked up the remains of what had once been a very overweight middle-aged woman. "Aw, what I wouldn't give for a needle and thread," he mumbled to no one in particular; it felt wrong to just throw them back in without properly preparing them, head bouncing around.
It wasn't hard to find her coffin; it was the only one, well, big enough. He felt the urge to cross her arms over her chest and close her milky, dried-up eyes, despite the memory of her lunging for his jugular. As he went back to the pile of bodies to grab another, he commented, "I can figure this out myself, actually. Been putting bodies in the ground for years. Usually they're a bit fresher and less violent, though."
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 9:37 pm
((WHEEE!... OKAY!... Also: I have a secret super awesome character making an appearance soooon D:<<<... you won't know when...
... probably when it makes sense to actually have him there. NOVEL idea. OKAY. MOVING ALONG.))
"Yes. Alright." Elijah said to her 'whatever'. He clasped his hands together and watched them fidget.
Pugsley, at the very tall man's pattings, seemed pleased as any dog would with the attention. He flopped open his mouth (it hung slightly at an angle due to the fact it was held together by mere threads of flesh on one side) and panted happily. He then wagged his tail as was in his doggie etiquette. People were always so pleased when he wagged his floppy tail.
Elijah grinned at the stooping man and was actually able to clearly see his face since it was no longer looming up in shadow. "He seems to like you." He remarked and awkwardly 'er-ed'. "I mean... he likes just about anyone, but he really took to you pretty fast, didn't you Pugs?"
Pugsley just sat and continued to thump his tail.
"That's right." He agreed and then watched as the man regained his full height. He fell back a step.
Eljiah might have watched them move the corpses for a few good minutes. His over all polite nature was telling him to lend a hand, and then his overall fear of anything dead kept him at bay. So, Elijah ended up doing a sort of half waltz with himself wherein he tried to step in and lend a hand, saw something too gory for his liking and waltzed back.
Pugsley cocked his head at the pair hefting corpses and wagging his tail happily he moved to the pile of dead and began tugging on the finger of one. He was hefted along with the corpse as it was lifted up. He remained there hanging, ever steadfast in his mission to help. He wagged his tail so his whole body wiggled.
Elijah watched Pugsely being brought along and with a brave swallow and puff of his chest he tried his best to heft up a corpse. All he ended up doing was making a full of himself. He couldn't seem to get a grip.
"Damned slippery..." He was muttering as the corpses arms slid out from beneath Elijah's armpits. He tried using the feet, the neck, the waist, the neck again... and got a face full of zombie face. Elijah gagged and fell back onto the ground pushing the zombie off of himself with a look of disgust.
"No, no, no, no, no, noooooo." He said to the re-dead zombie and then shook a finger at it as if to scold it.
"... Hey." Elijah said suddenly, his palm flat on the zombie's face. "You." He said to the taller man. "You're not all... rotten."
((.LALALALA.LALALA. I go bed.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 9:54 pm
((HAHA OMGKAY.))
Lacey watched the tall man heft bodies as he told her a story. For a moment she was actually glad he was there to move them around, then she remembered...she hated people. So she looked away and found her half eaten sandwich. She started to chew on it as she walked back to the street and looked at the annoying one with a face that for a moment seem agitated. She licked some jelly from her lips and swallowed down the crust of the sandiwch as she trudged over to the bodies and looked down at the fallen man, eyes studying him eerily.
"Weak." She muttered roughly and took the body he was complaining towards, heaving it onto her shoulders. "A nice jaw but no muscles." She decided mostly to herself and followed the mutt towards the graveyard. When she threw the body into the pit she breathed out and lifted a wrist, checking a coffin shaped watch and glancing up at the sky, the sun would rise in two or so hours. It took fifteen minutes to walk to her mansion from here. They'd be done covering graves in an hour. Meaning she'd be back before sun break that way she'd have a nap before having to go to visiting people who needed her help before moon rise again.
((gonna do a SLIGHT time skip here...so we don't spend too much time with this part.))
When all the bodies were in there spots and the dirt was thrown over coffins. She glanced over to the tall man who had done most of the work for her while the other one just got in the way trying to help and almost knocking her head off with a shovel, which she had promptly shoved into the earth and it remained there for the rest of the time. She had almost knocked him in the head with it, but resisted. She couldn't let the dead dog see his owner being beaten up by a woman. She understood that a bit.
"Huh." She muttered and made a cross with her fingers over the graves and herself. "Rest in peace, finally." Then she quickly turned around and grabbed the shovel from the ground, putting it on her shoulder and walking towards the exit of the graveyard, not saying anything to the others. Her eyes lowered to the ground and watched her boots move slowly. She wondered if they'd die soon. Probably...everyone died lately. That's why she never bothered talking much to them. She'd end up having to kill them again later.
"Move your car. It's in an illegal parking zone. And get home. I'm not saving your asses again tonight." She said over her shoulder as she opened the gates to the street. There was part of her that begged to stay and actually talk to living, normal, humans, talk about something that didn't deal with death and the undead. But she had learned to ignore that part ever since she saw her first spirit.
((Hahaha...woooo...do what you will with her! XD Invite her to tea and crumpets...I dunno.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:38 am
((HAY GUYS I LOVE HELLBOY))
Atanacio couldn't help but notice the nervous man as he moved the re-killed zombies. The man clearly was uncomfortable with the corpses, which only bolstered the Atanacio's gratefulness; this person had overcome his fear to help him. He was a good man, that was very clear.
He grinned at the undead pooch, and chuckled as it tried to help out. "Li'l helper, aren'cha. Hang on tight buddy, don't think I can get this all the way without you." He lugged the body to its grave, and set it down gentle so as not to hurt the animal; though if he thought about it, a bump or two probably wouldn't phase the dead dog in the slightest.
As he lay the head in with its body, the other man said something he found strange. He faltered and looked back. "...Yeah. I don't have the disease thing. Still kicking. What, you never met a healthy guy before?" Atanacio chuckled faintly and went back to work. It was rather depressing, thinking about the effect of this disease, or whatever it was. But the dog sure was cute. Lookit that face. Gyaww.
His mind devolved into a thought process of cute animals and how great they were, until he was suddenly out of bodies to move. He stared at the ground, looked around, and realized the woman was reburying them. Should he have offered to take care of that for her? He faltered, and let her continue with the work.
Watching her work, a strange feeling ran down his spine. He didn't know who she was, or what it was she had done, but he knew that she was somehow very important. And he wanted to know more about her.
And yet, she was leaving.
"Er!" he started, then faltered, rubbing the back of his head. "Wait, Ma'am, it's just that... you... you really helped me out, and I really want to thank you for it, it's really the least I can do, after, you know, not dying. Would you maybe want to come to my apartment? It's not too far out, I could make some sort of dinner... if you're not full from the sandwich, I mean." He gave a sheepish grin. "I make a pretty tasty lamb rib.
"And you could come too, if you wanted," he added to the nervous fellow. "So long as your dog doesn't get seen by anyone, it shouldn't be much of an issue." He paused. "Though, er. I've just got my bike. I don't think we could all ride it." It wasn't too far to walk, though after their last encounter, maybe that wasn't much of a good idea.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:11 am
((LAWLZ. ALA TOLD ME IT WAS GOOD.
I dunno if I'm dork enough to enjoy it though... D: ))
There weren't quite words enough to describe how useless and foolish Elijah felt at the moment, but perhaps the words 'useless' and 'foolish' would have to do. At one point he was sort of set off to the side to just stand there and look nervous. Now, Elijah had no qualms with standing around and looking nervous, in fact, he was VERY good at standing and looking nervous, he dared to think he might have been the best... but this wasn't the sort of impression he wanted to make on the first two human beings he had seen in a very long while.
When the dark woman had called him weak he had smiled and furrowed his eyebrows. "I know." He replied and then curiously rubbed at his jaw as he brought himself to his feet. He glanced at Pugsley who was circling around him having completed his mission.
"Woof." He said, and continued to 'help' the tall stranger.
When the man mentioned he didn't in fact have the disease, Elijah looked rather stunned, and then smiled brightly. "No!" He replied. "I haven't! I... I'm so relieved!" He said and then floundered. "Not that... it would make me uncomfortable to be near you otherwise... I... er... I'm sure you'd be just as... er... I just hadn't meant anyone else before without it."
With all that said and done, and the woman mentioning to move his car, Elijah chose not mention that wasn't his car at all... and the fact it'd probably hadn't been in working order for at least 6 months. He also didn't figure he'd mention he didn't really HAVE a home.
"Er... Right." He said and kneeled down to scoop Pugsley into his arms. The rotten canine squirmed to settle himself under Elijah's chin. "Sure. Off with us then..." He paused and hung back reluctantly. "Well, maybe we should at least exchange... er... names-" He was rather cut off by the tall man speaking over him.
Elijah was used to such things, and didn't really seem to care at all. In fact, he was smiling brightly again. He had the sort of open and honest face made for such cheerful smiles, it was really a wonder how he managed to look so nervous the better part of the time.
"A-absolutely!" He chimed in and strode over to stand next to the large fellow. He didn't even reach his shoulder. "I-I think that's a great idea. I mean... don't feel obligated to have me come, but I could help... I'm more helpful than I seem, I swear." He said brightly as he could. His eyebrows were furrowed again.
Pugsley licked his face with his rotten tongue.
"And I do like to walk..." He nodded enthusiastically. Elijah then strode after the woman with braver steps than he ever thought he could make and lightly touched her shoulder. "I'd like to thank you too... er... What's your name?" He paused and moved in front of her so she'd stop. "I'd like to know it." He said earnestly and looked back to the tall man. "Right?"
((hahahah, he's so polite. UM. ONWARD TO MORE POSTS.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:32 pm
Lacey sighed heavily when the man spoke up to her. Oh boy. He was going to ask her to do something, ask her things she didn't want to do. She slowly turned around to look at him as he spoke. He said something about food and her stomach growled. She was always hungry it seemed, free food didn't sound TOO bad. Her eyes lowered in thought. When they looked up she raised a brow and pursed her lips.
"Are you asking me to a date?" She pondered aloud before the other man blurted out and ran over to them, suddenly her hopes were dashed that they could leave him here alone to die. "Oh." She muttered in a disappointed tone. The tall man she could deal with, but if this one would be there to talk and annoy her she may have to decline. "Maybe I sh-" She stopped when he walked over to him and touched her. Her eyes flashed and she quickly pulled back, hands up in a fighting position, her heart hammering in her chest.
She took a deep breath and lowered them, furrowing her brows. "Don't touch me." She then looked at the tall one and shrugged slowly. "Fine. I'm hungry." She finally said and then looked to the smaller one with a look that couldn't be read. "Lacey." She muttered lowly and rubbed at her face before placing her sunglasses on her nose and looking away, waiting for the tall one to lead. Lamb sounded really good...meat was always great. Specially the legs.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:02 am
Atanacio flushed deeply. A date? He hadn't meant... well, not really, but--she was very pretty, after all, and what he said had sort of sounded like a... it was rather a presumptuous thing, though, they'd only just met, it wouldn't be right for him to--
Before he could embarrass himself any further, the other man chimed in, unsure and cheery. "R-right!" Atanacio agreed quickly. "The more the merrier, that's my view on things, it'd be great." He gave a grin. "It'll be fun."
The woman turned away, and he felt a stone drop in his gut. She wouldn't turn down a free meal... but she mumbled her name, and he brightened again. "Lacey. It's a pleasure to meet you. Atanacio Fawkes." He held out a hand to shake before recalling her cold response to being touched, and quickly let it drop. "I--well, then, let's go." He led the way back to the road and picked up his bike. Some testosterone-fueled part of his mind hoped the dark would hide its pink color from the other two, though he'd never minded the color before.
((Gonna do a tiiiime skiiiiiip~... tiiiime skiiiiiiiiiiip~))
It was a twenty-minute walk back to his apartment (well, faster if he had been using his full leg length, but he held back for their sake), and the trek was relatively quiet and awkward. By the time he had rolled his bike up to the stairs and lifted it, he was positive he was going to mess up the dinner somehow. Did he even have lamb? He didn't remember. He hadn't gone shopping for a few days. He probably didn't have any freaking lamb.
"It's, um, the third floor," he mumbled. "You could maybe, er, wait while I..." He reflected on the fact that the entirety of his residence was a complete mess, covered with collectables, coupons, stacks of newspapers, and untouched cans of strange-flavored soda. The floor was potentially hazardous, though one could navigate it if paying attention. There were probably plenty of things lying around for small dogs to choke on, but hell, it was dead already. And there was no way he could clean the miserable place up fast enough to satisfy any sort of standard. "Never mind."
His room was dark, and he set his bike down by a shelf piled high with magazines he hadn't read in years. "Uh, make yourselves comfortable... as you can. I think the couch is... mostly empty."
He scurried to the kitchen, and quickly ducked his head into the fridge. "Knew it," he moaned. No sheepmeat to be found. Why did he always have to be right about these things. "Hey, is steak okay?" he called, miserable.
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