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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:12 pm
"I can take it from anywhere." She informed him matter-of-factly, cleaning up from her tattooing before wandering to get a new set of materials. "It is for ink. Regular every day ink. I...have a little problem with store bought inks, they tend to...ah, bully." Needle explained briefly, kneeling again and trailing her fingers down his arm, following his veins and looking for one suitable. "Back home we make our own, and so I would like to test something out, that is all." The ghoul found what she was looking for, and set to work drawing it from him. The extraction of blood was simple and quickly done, over before either of them knew it.
'So, tell me about your ghoulfriend."
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 10:46 am
"Bully?" he repeated a bit blankly. "Well... ah... yeah. Oh, Amphi! She's a mermaid," he said cheerfully, digging his eyephone out of his pocket and showing her a picture--then groaning. "Sorry, forgot you can't see," he said, pocketing the phone again. "She's jackin' gorgeous, long black hair, blue bangs, big blue eyes, but that ain't really the important part. She can sing, and she's a lot of fun on dates--she likes cupcakes almost as much as I do!"
He looked at her. "What about you? Who you datin?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 7:15 am
"Bully." Needle confirmed with an unhappy nod, her lips pulling into a small frown. He tried to show her something but she just chuckled, finding it amusing that he kept forgetting. "It is fine, my friend. If anything that is a compliment!" After all, if people forgot that she couldn't see very well, clearly she was doing a good job of pretending! She listened to Roch gush about his ghoulfriend, a little smile playing on her lips.
"She sounds lovely, and perfect for you...I am quite happy for you!" The deadpan to her voice lifted just enough to show she meant it, but her upbringing had her covering that right back up again. When the question was turned on her, there was an unmistakable dusting of colour on her pale cheeks; a light blush, pleased at the opportunity to do the same.
"I am dating Muka, he is very much like myself in some ways, but vastly different in others. I enjoy his company very much..." A recently cleaned hand pressed against her cheek, feeling oddly ghoulish over this.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 7:33 am
He blinked. "Muka? The owl guy?" he asked, sounding a bit confused. Maybe he was wrong--there could be other Mukas in the school, right?
Then he sat there, trying to picture the strange, ever smiling kid with Needle. It was like... complete opposites, right? Then again, he hardly knew Muka... and Needle probably could use a light hearted guy--even if he was a bit strange in the head, right? Of course, honestly, EVERYONE in Halloween was a bit strange in the head, Roch had to admit...
"Does he treat you good?" he asked, seeing the blush. Hell, really, that was all that mattered, right?
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 7:39 am
"Yes, the 'owl guy'." Needle confirmed with a nod, almost chuckling at how confused he sounded.
"Oh yes, he treats me very well." Both hands were on her cheeks now, sheepishly holding her own face as if that would stop the blush from getting any deeper. "He spoils me, and I do not know how to return the favour, I am not well versed in this area..." She let out a soft sigh, her hands finally lowering to fold neatly on her lap.
"I am going to miss him very much."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 7:44 am
"Y'know how y'spoil a guy?" Roch asked after listening and thinking. "Be yourself. I figure if he's got enough brains t'date you, then he's got enough brains t'know how lucky a bastage he is t'have you... for... y'know, as long as y'get," he added, knowing that the twins had to go back home after school.
"I think... y'know..." clearly he was feeling a bit awkward with this, "the first thing that drew me t'you and your sister--even with the ghost thing later--was how dedicated y'were t'your work. An' if he doesn't see the jackin beauty of that--well..."
He shrugged, not knowing how to put it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:34 am
Needle listened to him in silence, but as he went on to praise both her and her sister, she found that blush returning. Nobody had really taken the time to express what he was expressing to her right now, and such a compliment was so rare in her life that she actually felt her heart clench, her stomach flopping with what she imagined were bees. The only thing was, she didn't know what to say. The seconds dragged on in complete silence as she struggled to find the proper words.
"...Thank you, Roch. I really...I really can not express how much it means to me to hear you say that." It meant the world to her, really. Her perfectly folded hands moved, curling into her dark locks, drawing some over her shoulder to play with the ends.
"May I...ask a question?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:43 am
He admired in them what he did himself. It was one thing to admire an artist because they could do something beautiful--but it was another to admire them, knowing how many long years of hard work and determination it took to get there, having experienced it yourself. For most, they would look at the punk and see a kid with a guitar. They were on every corner, hiding in every bedroom, etc. But Roch--he'd been learning to play almost all his life.
"Huh? Yeah, sure," he said.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 9:21 am
"My work is my life, I am only this good because I was born and raised to do it. I do have a passion for ink and I enjoy tattooing very much, but I can not deny that my Clan is the driving force of my Dedication." She seemed to realize that she was fidgeting with her hair and carefully paused, casually sliding the tempting lock back over her shoulder where it couldn't bother her.
"Do you think I could still be everything you admire about me if I...left my clan?" Needle was still in the considering stages, but it still frightened her to no end. It was even hard to say out loud, though it was often a thought in her head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 9:32 am
"It ain't your clan that did the work," Roch said. "Look... I just left my own home a while back. Cut ties, told them I wasn't comin' back, and I'm still the one that put in years an' years of work learnin' t'play the guitar," he told her quietly. "Without them I might notta learned the same style of playin, or the same songs, or whatever, but I woulda found someone t'teach me. I'm grateful, though, for what they taught me..."
He paused, trying to figure out how to put it... "But I think... yes, they taught you, but it takes the person willin' t'learn for the artform t'really be art. Needle, YOU are the artist. YOU are the one that did it--whether y'felt like doin' it or not at the time. So YOU are the one t'be admired, clan or no clan. Does that make sense?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 7:24 pm
Even the calm and controlled Needle couldn't hide her shock at his words.
"You...You left your home?!" She gasped out, a hand coming up to hover over her mouth in complete surprise. "And you are unscathed?!" This overrode any reaction to all of the good things he was saying, all the things that would have eased her mind had she honestly and truly listened. As it were she was dwelling on the fact that he broke from his home and lived to tell about it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 8:16 am
"Well--it ain't like your home," he said slowly. "It's just a neighborhood. An' it ain't completely runnin' away, either. My dad, my granddad, my... Monica, they all live in town. They ain't like your old home, either. But I guess the gang WAS like your home," he admitted. "I didn't get beat for leavin, but part of that was cuz the gang leader's in prison right now. And the other guys--well, they ain't as tough as me. Sure if they got together they could kick my a**, if I didn't bring backup..."
He frowned. "But I don't see them wanting to," he decided. "They lived under Fang's rule, just like I did. I bet right now they're enjoying their freedom."
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