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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:24 am
"Well, good for you. Must be fun to know someone is dumb enough to come back for more with you. Seriously, what do you do? Stop before has time to finish, so he needs to come back for more?" He stabbed his for inside the egg and tasted it. He was serious. He liked cooking and that was better than having to pay the rent. He still had to pay Judith god knows how much money if he didn't want to be sent to Siberia. "Do you have any makeup or something for my eye? I mean, ********. ******** ugly. I'm too pretty to have my face disfigured by something like that.. not that you would understand..." He teased. Yeah, ever since that night a week ago, he had taken every advantage to attack Bela's physic. He needed an excuse afterall....
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:47 am
 x████████x x████████x Bela chuckled at his little jabs, first her cooking and then hat happened that night a week ago. "Sure, I'll let you cook next time. Then I can laugh at how bad you suck at it, instead." Bela replied to his comment about her cooking, withholding what she really wanted to say. If she even thought of mentioning his loss at the first Cooking Festival, she immediately shot the idea down. Because he was with Connor for that festival. And she didn't want him to get into bitching and moaning about Connor and Blair again.
Why did he grab around the subject of Xeiro so much? "Well, at least, he doesn't have to force himself on me. And even if he did, he wouldn't have a problem with... keeping up with me, you know?" Bela fought to hold in her laughter, but as soon as she got that last part out, she laughed in his face. Even pointing at him and slamming her hand on the table, repeatedly.
"Oh my god... oh my..." Bela said as the laughter died down, putting both her hands on the table. Each on either side of her plate. "But, yeah, I have make-up. It's in the bathroom mirror-cupboard... thingie." Bela pointed back with her thumb over her shoulder at the bathroom, where the mirror was. "Although, to hide something like that, you'd probably look more like a clown than a stripper." Bela chuckled at that, picturing it. His fake red hair didn't help his case any.
"I always knew you were gay. Who the hell's Clark, anyway? You must like him a lot to take it to the face when you barely even know him." Bela teased, but she was pretty sure Keith never mentioned any Clark before. So he was sure to be someone he met recently, maybe even the day before. x████████xBELA JAMES x████████x THE MISGUIDED HEART
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 1:04 am
Keith was about to remind her that he had ended tied at second place at the last cooking festival and would have probably won if it hadn't been from ******** Conor burning up his apetizer, but then started to think about Conor and... felt nothing. Well, not nothing. But less angry than before. Now he just felt like stabbing the boy 99 times instead of 100. That was making progress right? "Bah, ******** the makeup then. And trust me, I can't wait for this stupid hair to grow enough so I can go back to some normal colour..." ******** Kade. Didn't even make a job good enough to hide him from Judith. "Oh, come on. Like if it wasn't obvious that I was sleeping with Conor. Of course I'm attracted to guys. Why else would I want to sleep with you?" That was the best thing he could find out to say. He hated being reminded of that shameful moment. It hadn't been his fault! He was stressed out by everything and it was the first time trying to ******** someone without Conor! He had been nervous! "Someone I met yesterday. Didn't really asked him to beat me up, ya know. It's not because I stabbed myself that I'll go around asking people to beat me up... it just happen...." With a lot of provocations and insults... details. "But, seriously, I don't even know his ******** last name or anything. Just chilled out with him, got high, crashed at his place. More fun than I ever had with that ******** b*****d if you ask me. At least I don't have to do every ******** things he say and doesn't have a goddamn god complex about himself. ******** style="color: black"> Cue bad mood. Really, how did he had ever put up with Conor for so long? Any person in their right mind would have ditched long time ago.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 2:09 pm
x████████xx████████x"Oh, trust me, Keith, you never fooled anyone." Bela laughed mockingly, playing around with her food a little. For some reason, she was internally disturbed at thinking that he was getting in with the same kind of crowd as Connor had been. But, not wanting to upset him, she only nodded and agreed. "Just... be careful next time." Bela said with a little concern, her eyes looked sad as she remembered seeing him all covered in blood and holding that knife.
However, Bela soon looked away at the sink, instead. "Are you going to the G-House today?" Bela asked, returning back to her previous blank mood. "You know, I don't think Alice would hold it against you if you decided not to dance." Bela reminded him, standing up and offering her remaining strips of bacon. At least she got those right.
"I'm going to take a shower, so if your going to use the make-up you better get it now." Bela advised him as she got rid of the eggs as best she could, watering them down and pressing them down with her fork until they went easily down the drain. If only they had some kind of garbage dispenser this could be so easier...
Bela started to sing something nonsensical then, as she picked out the clothes she was going to wear the rest of the day. Needless to say, she had gotten some new clothes that she wanted to show off. Of course, they were just as, if not more, revealing than all of her previous clothing. Once she had decided, she flitted over to pick out some sexy underwear to go with it. Who knew if Xeiro would stop by?
"Time's up!" Bela announced as she walked over to the bathroom, not having payed any attention to whether he had taken her advice or not. Closing the door as she went inside, starting on her daily ritual of getting ready for the day. Locking it, just to feel secure he wouldn't try coming inside or trying something.
[[You can time skip into getting them ready to leave, or at least while Bela showers and stuff. Maybe have him using the make-up or just splaying out on the couch and watching television]]x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 2:24 pm
"Bah, no need to be careful. It totally was my fault..." And I let him do it because it reminded me of how Conor would usually act.....Really, the only reason why he was given Clark any kind of attention was because of the similarities between him and Conor. Two weeks earlier, Keith would have passed by him without giving him a second look. Now.. Well, it was his rebound-ish replacement for Conor. As much as he hated to admit it, as much as he wanted to hate Conor, ad much as he wanted to forget the boy... he still had feelings for him. They had been best friends since they were 8, been together non-stop since they were 12 and had been sleeping togehter since they were 14! It was hard to just up and leave. Conor not being there made Keith feel as if he had lost a part of himself. Something that he needed to be complete. He sigh and took Bela's bacon. Nothing better than fat food to cheer you up.
He didn't took Bela's offer to use makeup, mostly because she had made fun of him earlier about it. He could go in with a black eye. It would match perfecting with his stab wound. "I don't really have anything to do here... I think I'll go... just.. not work. No one would pay to see someone like I look right now, anyway." Unless you were some kind of sick ******** or something. Getting drunk would be good too. Alcohol made him think less about Conor. That was good. He had also told Clark he would pay him a drink if he dropped by, so, might as well be there.
He spent the time Bela was in the shower to put on some clean clothes on him... he had been wearing those for the last 2 days, afterall. He might have been a depressed ******** teenager, that didn't stop him from wanting to have some clean clothes. "Ready to go?" He asked the woman once she was done trying to get herself pretty. A waste of time, really.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 2:50 pm
x████████xx████████xBela stared at Keith a moment, wondering what was passing through his head. In any case, it looked more like she was just standing there in a dumb daze. After snapping back to reality, she shook her head at him being depressed about it. Really, she couldn't hold it against him about sleeping with guys... it was pretty much what she did! And, well, aside from the fact that she should be somewhat freaked that he already fell back in with someone else who was Connor-ish... it was just a surprise, even to herself, how easy she was taking this. She was practically lying down, by keeping her mouth shut and letting him do what he pleased.
Besides, hadn't his complete relationship with Connor revolved around sex and drugs? She was letting him fall into the same damn cycle! But he was just so... -sigh- not her problem. "Yeah, let's go." Bela commented, letting Keith go out first, before locking the door and slipping her key into her bra. She usually slipped it in her purse or left it in Alice's room afterwards, but kept up the pretense that she kept it in her bra; where Keith could otherwise not reach it without getting a sound beating from Bela, herself.
[[Exit Keith and Bela]]x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 11:34 am
That was what? Two days in a row he wasn't sleeping over at Bela's? He was making an habit out of it, but then again, could you blame him for liking to have sex AND have a bed to sleep on other than a couch. Not that he wasn't grateful she let him sleep on her couch, but a large bed was so much more bettertest. Yeah, that good. Unlike yesterday, however, he didn't even look twice when he walked in front of Conor's door. ******** him. He had Clark now. Taller, stronger, manlier. Everything Conor wasn't! Or at least, that was what he had tried to convince himself. He tried to open Bela's door, but, as usual, it was locked. He proceed to do the same Thing he did every time he faced the locked door. Knocking on it repeatedly while screaming Bela's name. "Bela! Bela! Bela! Beeeellllaaaa! Bela! Bela! Wake up! Bela! Bela! Bela! Wake up! Open the door! Bela! Bela! The door, Bela! Bela! Bela! Come on! Open the door! Belabelabelabelabela! Was ********* a p***k? Yes, he was. He own damn fault for refusing to give him a key.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 2:52 pm
x████████xx████████xBela tried to muffle Keith's voice with her pillow, but she knew he'd just keep at it. "at all. Then, Keith's voice started to sound really annoying. The fact that she threw the pillow made it worse; no crappy makeshift sound barrier!
Bela dragged herself to the door, in her bra and some short-shorts. And, after kicking the pillow out of the way, opened the door. "Next time, I give you permission to break in through the window." Bela said sarcastically, and then stuck her tongue out at him. "I hope that guy broke your a**, just so it'll hurt that much more when I kick it." she grumbled, turning around to go to the sink in the kitchen and splash water in her face.
"Did you eat any breakfast?" Bela asked, leaning over the sink. Hands clutching the edges of it. Really, she hated waking up in the morning; any kind of morning! Well, except the day the fairies came. x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 3:04 pm
Keith simply stood in front of the door with his stupid grin on his face. He had a great night and had just pissed Bela up. Was there any better way to start the day? He didn't think so. "Well, if someone gave me a key, I wouldn't have to do that! But, window. Note taken!" He said, being completely serious. Next time, he would do it and she wouldn't be able to hold it against him. He moved toward where his pile of clothes were, next to the couch, and started changing himself, not giving a s**t that Bela was right next to him. They were both strippers for the love of God. Nothing the other had never seen before. "I have no clue what you are talking about. Why should my a** be broken? Unless you're making a comment that yours is bigger than mine?" That was true! Not by much, but still true. Thank the drug abuse for that. "Nope. Haven't eaten yet. But you aren't ******** cooking. I'm in a damn good mood, don't want it to be wasted by eating crappy eggs again." He immediately started to look trough the mini-fridge to find something to cook. "So, rough night or just rough wakeup?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 3:49 pm
x████████xx████████xBela craned to look at Keith's behind, and just grimaced. "Ugh, your right. You have no a** to break, whatsoever." Bela said, her tone full of distaste. Wait, did she just check out his a**? Eww... "Maybe it's because your under developed." Bela chuckled at that, her voice snarky and mocking. Oh, like he'd care about how her voice sounded. He must be used to be being insulted by Bela, by now, at least.
"And don't you dare! I was only being sarcastic, dumb-a**!" Bela warned, pulling out a spoon from the cupboard... damn it, why couldn't it be a fork?! She couldn't scare him into not breaking her windows with a ******** spoon! "I..." Bela started, "I can still gouge your eyes out with these things, you know!" she continued, pointing the spoon at him menacingly.
After a moment, "Fine, you cook, Bobby Flay... but don't diss my culinary skills. I'm still here, aren't I? You can, at least, have the decency to talk s**t about me behind my back." Bela glared at him, though it was really an empty glare. No real threat behind it. x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Zemblanity Insomnia rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-10)
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:14 pm
There wasn't a lot of ingredients available, so with some milk, flour, egg and bananas, he could make banana pancake! Meh, was better than crappy eggs. He started to prepare the the mixture, while keeping up chatting with Bela who was trying... to kill him with a spoon. He still had his knife. Knife beat spoon! Spoon beat Forks and Fork beak Knife... Or something like that. "Well, can't blame me. I just turned eighteen last week, afterall." He told her, not really caring about his real age anymore. He was now officially legal, so why keeping the charade up? Not like no one didn't had their suspicions. "How old are you again? 35?" He asked, giving Bela a good ten years over on purpose. Insulting each other like that had became a routine in their very weird friendship, after all. The pancake mixture was done now and he had started to cook it, failing at giving them a perfect round shape. Well, he couldn't be good at everything. They would still be more edible than Bela's usual cooking. "Really? You want me to talk s**t in your back? Don't you think there's enough people doing it already? You should be happy I tell it to you upfront." He took two plates out of (wherever the plates are), dropped the pancaked on them and put it on the table, along with everything that someone would usually eat with them.
//Highest the roll, the better are the pancakes!
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:46 pm
x████████xx████████xBela had watched Keith through the whole ordeal, just eyeing him suspiciously. Those pancaked sure looked golden and pretty, but they were... slightly deformed. Meh, better than her crappy eggs, anyway. Bacon was so much easier to cook, anyway. Once he was actually done and worked on the table, she walked over and grabbed the syrup for him. Settling into the seat across from him, just so it could be easier to glare if he started being a smartass. She still had her trusty spoon in hand, mind you.
"Thanks, Aunt Jemima." Bela teased mockingly, bathing her pancakes in the syrup. Placing it back onto the middle of the cramped table, that way he wouldn't have to ask for it; thus not having to actually obey if he did. Bela was the one wearing the pants in this... odd friendship/relationship... thing.
"Are you going to see Clark again, today?" Bela asked, looking down at her plate. Stabbing the piece she had just cut off and bringing it to her mouth. Then, her eyes raised up toward Keith, as she, thankfully, chewed with her mouth closed. Cutting things with forks was easier, but she definitely didn't chew with an open mouth! That was just barbaric and disgusting; thus, she highly believed Keith would do so, at one point or another. Maybe, even speak with his mouth full; which was a technical foul in Bela's book, by the way.
Sadly, Keith's pancakes tasted glorious. The ******** src="https://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s148/mauriciomh_76/littlekari_146.jpg" class="user_img" alt="User Image" />x████████xBELA JAMESx████████x
THE MISGUIDED HEART
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 5:05 pm
Keith took possession of the syrup and did pretty much the same that Bela had done before.., It was good to know she was going the same as him! He would have to enter an argument with her like he did with Conor every time Seriously, eating pancake with Ketchup was just weird and gross... Not that Ketchup wasn't already gross to begins with. "I dunno" He started, with his mouth full like Bela had predicted. He would never chew with it open, but he didn't mind talking with food in his mouth. A little thing he had always done to rebel himself against Judith. "Didn't make plans or anything... what? Are you jealous or something? Because my offer is still up. I'd sex you up anytime, you know..." He gave her a cooking smirk before resuming eating his pancakes. He loved cooking... His expresion then became serious as he started to poke his meal, without making any effort to eat it."Say... uh... seriously... How long do you plan on stripping? I mean... We all have an expiration date in that work... do you plan on doing anything afterwards?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 5:35 pm
x████████xx████████x"Yes, please. On the table!" Bela mock begged, "Oh, Keith... you're making me lose control. I'm going to explode with passion and fry the stars, darling..." she finished, saying all of this with the most dry, most deadpan tone... ever. Of course she wouldn't sleep with Keith! Now it just seemed... wrong, to just think about. She could stand seeing him naked, and even him seeing her naked; just not sleeping with him.
"Besides, you had the chance, and you blew it." Bela reminded him, not even sounding mean at all; just reminding him. As if he had forgotten to adjust his tie right, or something. It was odd... especially, because this was Bela; Ice Queen extraordinaire! And she had taken her 'rape' attempt quite lightly, if only because it turned out, ironically, Keith would have trouble getting/keeping an erection at that moment. And instead of being horribly traumatized, it turned into a rather funny story. She might even tell Alice, someday.
And then he asked... that. Instead of giving a straight answer, she deflected it. "Why? Planning on pimping me out?" Bela teased, actually going so far as rubbing his knee with her foot under the table. Was she really doing this just to avoid the question? Oh, yes. Bela could not reveal her fear of the future; it was High School all over again! "Or will you start your own porn industry and make me your top star?" Bela smiled then, tipping him off. Bela NEVER smiled at Keith, ever. Unless, of course, it was an condescending 'I'm better than you' grin.x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 6:00 pm
Keith raised his eyes at her, giving her a "shut up" look. He didn't needed to be reminded of that... horrible moment after he had left Conor's room ((which btw is finish if you want to read)) and "asking" Bela to move in with her. Not that he had much choice. His brother was gone god knows where and she was the only person on the island he didn't fully hated.
"No... although it would be a great career choice for you." This... strangely wasn't an insult. Or well, not completly. She had the body for it. She could probbaly make some good money for a couple of years.... before being forgotten. "I just... I mean... I just became a stripper because of the easy money. Not that I could count on Conor to make a lot of money, ya know... But... I don't really like it... and frankly, I'm getting ******** pissed with Integra and Co. Always being there.... And... I've been enjoying cooking a lot lately.... It's... I know it'll sound ******** stupid... but I think it's like putting my liking of cutting on a damn carrot instead of me..." He had been thinking about that for the last year now. Ever since the last cooking festival in fact. But he hadn't voiced much of it. The only real change he had done was cooking more often and eating less junk..."And Conor's not ******** there to laugh at me and tell me to go make him a sandwick... although Clark would probbaly tell me the same thing..."
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