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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:46 am
*Gentle streams of smoke escape from a pair of cherry rouge lips. A pair of smoky blue eyes cut through the smog of a freshly lit cigarette. Dark purple hair cut around her earlobes and two starburst scars on her back give her the same marking of a convict long forgotten. Setting her hands roughly on her shapely hips she lends an ear to the silence coming from the dojo. Sliding ivory fingers over a set of familiar Storm Berreta's she narrows her eyes. Letting the cigarette fall to the forest floor, forgotten, she takes a striding step forwards.* I leave for a few bloody months.... they must all be too busy doing other good guy things to take care of the place. Too busy to help out a &^%$ing friend..... I'm sure everyone else understands. We all have to go off and fight a villain, who hasn't done anything in months and screw everyone else until it's done. *Kicking a stone in her way she laughs bitterly.* He's such a coward sending out robots all the time! Who cares about the b*****d anymore. *Spitting on the ground in disgust she cracks her shoulder. Her children had recovered her body and had retrieved her soul. It had taken them so long when many people supposedly had the power to do so at any time. Yah, she was a little miffed at that fact. Kaiori seems back to her good old gun happy self with an unhappy twist, the eve curse had fully passed on to Bell, leaving Kaiori, a plain pissed off mortal.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:37 pm
*Zero cocks a brow as he gazes upon a familiar beam of light. He had been leaning against the wall next to the door of the dojo for a few days now. Pushing himself off, he begins to walk towards it* K-Kaiori? Is that you?
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:05 pm
Oh for all the bloody...*Taking a deep breath she tilts her hips and draws her eyebrows together.* Don't make a big &%$#ing deal out of this, of course I'm back, I'm immortal ...or was....whatever! Anyways, if you don't mind, I have a Dojo to pick out of gutter before someone from the health department shuts it down for being such a dump.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:08 pm
Er...right... I'll help you out. *Zero was taken rather aback. Kaiori wasn't acting the way he remembered her. He decided to help her do whatever it was she needed to do in the dojo, however.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:16 pm
Oh yah, you help now! Gods...you're all like children. Don't take care of anything until mom is coming home. *Rolling her eyes she walks into BC. Glancing at the ripped couches and blood splattered floor she huffs.* Always the same. *Noting some vomit in the corner she gags* Just live in your own filth don't you. *Walking over to a cabinet in the training room she grabs her dust covered sewing kit and begins mending the first couch.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:21 pm
*He sighed and shook his head* Kai, you know that I can't see when there's a mess in here, right? *He touched the bandages over his eyes momentarily and grabbed a mop from the corner, following the smell of the vomit to clean it up*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:30 pm
Yes, which is why you should just leave it of course. *She grumbles to herself and with her practiced quick stitch work moves on to the last set of couches. Her spiked heels click in a dangerous manner on the floor as the bullets strapped to her hips jingle with her movements. Her short cut hair almost doesn't move at all and her black leather suit keeps all her skin protected with the exception of her face.* And if you can't see the mess then how could you find the bloody mop.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:34 pm
*If Zero had eyes to roll, he would* The mop's always put in the same place. Same way I find the couches when I need to sit down. *He was beginning to become annoyed. He had of course missed Kai, but was now wondering what the hell was wrong with her.* Well, I'm done with the vomit. Anything else around that needs to be mopped?
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:46 pm
*Kaiori grunts as she cracks her sore body standing up. Leaning on a wall she twists her back and cracks her spinal cord all the way down slowly.* Gods! *Her body had been frozen these past months and felt rigid in awaking. Biting her lip she glances around.* Three paces to your left is a pool of blood, kinda dry but not. *Moving into the kitchen the start of running water and clink of dishes can be heard as she cleans up the kitchen.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:50 pm
Ah, great....blood...Damn difficult to clean up. *Zero took the said three paces and began to mop it up, dipping it in the nearby bucket of water that he had dragged over with iit* So, if I may ask...what brought you back here Kai?
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 7:14 pm
*Kaiori slides the dishes away and finishes by cleaning off the counters.* I have a few heads to remove. Just be happy yours isn't one of them. *She shakes the water off her fingers and runs them through her hair.* What time is it....I have to get back to the kids. Nice chatting and all. *She pats him roughly on the shoulder on her way out. The purr of a motorbike can be heard fading into the distance.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 7:17 pm
....Goodbye then. *He finishes mopping up the blood and puts the mop back in the corner where he got it, along with the bucket of dirty water.* Well that could've gone better...She's definitely changed. Make me feel bad for being blind, why don'cha? *Zero went back outside to lean against the wall as he was before, awaiting anyone else he knew*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 2:12 pm
A little girl, of no more then eight or nine, walked into the large wooden dojo, a scruffy brown teddy bear tightly tucked against her chest in a death hug. Fearful she would lose her little friend she kept it close to her, always, refusing to let it out of her sight for even a moment. Now that she tried to recall it hadn't really been out of arm's length since as far back as she could remember.
Drawing a deep breath she crossed the thresh-hold and entered the Black Company dojo. She paused a moment, giving that thought some attention. What exactly was a dojo?
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 2:30 pm
At a slightly hurried pace the little girl walked over to one of the newly mended couches and threw herself into them, curling up in a tiny little ball to hide from the world. She did do a fairly good job of that, despite the fact she was a dark bump on the couch. The scruffy brown teddy bear was tucked against her flat tummy, her eyes downcast to look at it's head.
Using her index finger she curled up the tattered brown fabric a few times and pulled her finger free of the coil. Poking the bear on the nose she whispered something to it and tried to find a comfortable position to take a nap. She was tired, she'd been walking almost all day and hadn't had much to eat.
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