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 Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:06 pm
River really had failed to grasp how serious this situation was. She was being confessed to, and had, verbally, returned the sentiments. Most people would consider this an important moment. And while she did have to admit that her heart was pounding quite a bit, she certainly wasn't taking it as seriously as she should have been. Upon reporting the situation to Elliot, the younger girl would most likely be hit with an uncharacteristically sharp pang of pity for Zhi, but River was blissfully ignorant, and was instead of enjoying the smaller things. Zhi did smell good, and it was nice to regain feeling in her arm as Zhi moved off -- of course, that was after an incredibly sloppy kiss that startled River for reasons of which she wasn't entirely sure. Maybe she was just overwhelmed by everything, by the thoughts that were scrambling around in her head, by Zhi's bizarre behavior, by the fact that all of this was happening in a grocery store.
When Zhi stumbled off, River sat up, shooting the girl a questioning look when she noticed that she had sort of fallen over in the opposite direction. She bit her lip to hold back a small laugh -- it was cute when she was like that! She wasn't sure why she was protesting, though when had River ever understood the thought process behind Zhi's actions? And so she just smiled slightly, a little bit startled, and waited for Zhi to sort her thoughts. Or whatever she was trying to do that was making her frown like that.
And yet, all of this was forgotten the moment Zhi brought up her house. "I want to go!" River cheered up almost immediately. Forget any ulterior motives that Zhi may have had, River just wanted to see where her friend lived. "I want to see where you live. Let's go," she picked herself up from the ground and grabbed hold of Zhi's hand, properly this time. She was excited, like her usually puppy self, and gave Zhi a gentle tug in the direction of the stairs. She had no issues leaving their mess behind, because she wasn't that considerate, and she had completely distracted herself with her eagerness to see something new.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 8:06 pm
“IIII can show you the world~!” Huh, was that Aladdin? Oh, she loved that movie! Jasmine was so feisty and cute~! Plus, she had the best clothes ever! ..Er, who was playing it, though? And why didn't she notice until right then?! “A whole new woooorrlld~ A hundred thousand things to see!” ..Wait. That.. sounded.. “Let me share this whole new world with you~” ..Like her.. Ah. She was singing. “There's something sweet~ And almost kind..” Now she was doing Beauty and The Beast? She should probably stop.. But, she didn't feel like it! She liked to sing and it wasn't like she was bad at it! Albeit, slurred and a little deeper than normal, but, hey, it was Disney! It could be karaoke by a tone-deaf idiot and she would still listen to it~ So, she continued to sing random Disney songs, most of which centered around romance, as she followed River down the stairs, leaving behind the leftovers of their picnic for the Tepes to clean up.
Certainly, through the entire walk, Zhi was singing her heart out – until an officer had stopped to give her a ticket for being a public disturbance so late, but it didn't stop her from humming! River was subjected to such noises as she was given vague directions to the apartments – luckily, they found it eventually. Unluckily, Zhi passed out perhaps three minutes after she walked into her apartment with River, ending the date with the girl on her couch, alone, and a definite hangover the next morning.
~END.~
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 6:55 pm
-New day-  Dante was idly humming and manning the store. Ever since Constantine had been born, Vladimir had been out of the house and with Camelia. He saw his brother once and awhile but not frequent enough. But he understood, to an extent. New baby, bad weather, etc. You know i mean its not like he was being abandoned by his brother for Camelia. I mean come on! Who does that to their own flesh and blood?! Dante was in a decent mood, Eva's words still stung him, as did Raiden's leaving him. But Tatum had picked up his spirits a bit, though his flame was being doused by Vladimirs abscence. Not to mention the cold Winter season. Winter meant less people went out, which meant less costumers.. which meant a slow.. boring... lonely day. Ah well.. at least he had soap operas and fashion magazines, one that he was currently flipping through while he waited for.. someone, anyone to come into the store. It took a bit, but after awhile, and giving Snowflake a good brushing, Dante swore he saw a figure heading towards the store in the snow. Oh! A potential costumer! Sweet he would have something to do! Other than mop the floor 16 times a day and play fetch with Snowflake. No he wasnt feeling stir crazy. He just had alot on his mind. Like people abandoning him and people telling him he shouldnt do drag. Because we all know how well Dante dealt with abandonment. Eva had just touched the surface with Dante's real core issues. Of course he wasnt going to go back to the clinic, unless he was dying but she didnt need to know that. The door to the store opened up and in stepped a figure. Dante smiled and greeted the person cheerfully, not sure whom it was yet. Everyone had like a million hats and scarves on so it was hard to tell whom was whom in the winter time. "Hello welcome to the General store. Im Dante, let me know if you need any help with anything." Dante said gently.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:29 pm
-Ilya De La Cruz-
It had taken a LOT, and a lot, to get Ilya out of her house. Well Kade had done enough poking and prodding to get her out, and Kaleb was at work... So she was alone in the house with nothing to do, or eat... The woman wasn't in the mood to deal with people in a cafe or restaurant, so she figured something she could heat up was best for her right now. The General Store was probably the last place she should've popped up, but her depression had been so big, she forgot she hadn't told Dante about what happened... any of it... It was probably why she was calmly, or sulking, into the store. Just because she was outside now, didn't mean she had to be happy about it... She was still snappy and bitter... but at least the world could see it? Maybe she should tell Kade that the next time he tried to find a way to get her out... Oh it was about time anyways, or so he said, she was just fine hiding in her covers... but that hadn't been fair to Kaleb at all.
Opening the door to the General Store, why it didn't take more than two seconds for her eyes to widen and visibly cringe at the voice next to her. Oh... ********... She didn't want this... No... No... No... "..." So without even moving her gaze from the floor, Ilya began to walk away to the first aisle she found. Luckily it had canned foods there, but she wasn't looking... Her new-found confidence that last ten seconds was shot instantly and she was fighting back the tears, or trying anyways. A sniffle was heard from her as she moved her gloves to wipe away her tears. Crap... this isn't what she was coming for... Ilya sighed and leaned on the shelves, forgetting that they didn't support THAT much weight, especially those clumsy connections that snapped and one of the shelves broke. It could only mean one thing... A lot of merchandise falling to the floor, not breaking for they were all cans, but making enough noise. One of the cans hit the woman in the shoulder, which did not help her composure. "Damn it!" It didn't sound as angry as it should've, because her voice was breaking right there and she couldn't stop herself from breaking down to tears as well.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:03 pm
Dante was confused by the persons behavior, he was about to leave the person alone and not interfere when the big commotion happened. The voice and tears came next, Dante approached the woman slowly and gently reached out to touch her shoulder. " Ilya? Sweetie? Is that you? Whats wrong? Why are you crying honey?" Dante asked, unknowingly. He moved a few cans out of the way with his heel and stepped close to Ilya. Obviously the woman needed some comfort, so Dante wrapped his long arms around Ilya, and hugged her gently for support with whatever she was upset over. "Sweetie, its okay. Tell me whats wrong. I want to help. Why are you crying?" Dante said gently as he slowly turned Ilya to face him in his embrace. Dante's hazel gaze was gentle and concerend, his voice soft and sincere. What had happened? What upset his dear friend, so badly!? "Oh sweetie... im so sorry whatever it is, it will be okay." Dante said gently, trying to reassure her. "Why dont i make you some hot cocoa and we can talk upstairs?" Dante suggested.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:43 pm
-Ilya De La Cruz-
What had the progress been really? She had left the comfort of her covers, which only had her crying, to going out and having rage fill her. With a few cries by herself, it would've only been a few minutes before she got herself together... That's what should've happened if she was by herself... but no... Dante had to come to her. Which really wasn't a good idea. At first she stayed in place, not really sure of what was happening. Then he kept talking and talking. That just... really really angered her. It shouldn't have, for he wasn't that one that did this to her-Actually. It WAS him. This really was all his fault. He got her pregnant in the first place. Screw that he didn't know a thing, plus the fact that it was medically impossible for him to be at fault for her losing the child. No. This was all his fault and he was not going to be one to comfort her. She had just heard the last words from his mouth, when she had gotten really mad.
Ilya's brow furrowed and she pushed Dante away from her, with force even she didn't know she had. "Don't you DARE try to comfort me!" snapped the woman, her words breaking with her voice. The tears didn't stop, forcing her to take a moment to let out a sob before she shook her head. "This... This wouldn't have happened... if it wasn't for you... YOU." Now she was just pissed. "I could've been happy..." And thinking right. Currently she was loosing it, and sanity was not her comfort zone at the moment. Ilya narrowed her eyes at Dante, glaring daggers at his being. She could've been happy... While he would've been here as he is... blissfully unaware his son had died... Son of a b***h. At those thoughts, well the products behind Ilya were the target of her rage as they were tossed to the floor, some breaking, some not. "Jack a**..." Could be heard quite clearly even if she muttered the words. Subtlety wasn't her forte either... but one is never that when mad.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 9:01 pm
Dante had been pushed back into the opposite side of the isle hitting it and sending more merchandise to the floor. Dante was taken aback. Ilya was so hostile! And she was blaming him for her state? What had he done?! He didnt understand. The drag Queen just stared wide eyed and wide mouthed at Ilya for a few moments letting her destroy some of the merchandise. Oh wait s**t she was destroying merchandise! Dante came back up to Ilya and took a can from her hands. "Stop that! I dont know what your talking about Ilya! What did i do? What do you mean!? What the hell happened to you?" Dante questioned her. "Tell me! I dont understand how this is my fault. I dont even know what i did. Im sorry i havent come to see you in a bit. But honey you have to tell me what is going on. I.. i just.. dont understand why your angry with me. What did i do?" Dante questioned gently. He was concerned, outright concerned that one of his friends was loosing it and blaming him but he didnt know what for~! "Im sorry.. whatever i did, or didnt do im sorry for it. I.. just help me understand Ilya. Your my friend and i care for you. But i dont know what your blaming me for." Dante said honestly, concern wrought in his face.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 6:15 pm
-Ilya De La Cruz-
He didn't know... Of course he didn't... She never told him... That hadn't clicked in the woman just yet. Instead she pulled back from his touch when he took away the can. Not a sound came from her at first, her mouth shut tight. Her gaze had fallen to the floor and she would've stepped back if the merchandise wasn't behind her. Everything felt empty... Not a moment back she wanted to maim him but now... She felt numb. "..." Ilya didn't move for a few seconds, letting silence sink in between the two. At some point she turned away from Dante, taking the steps away from him, deeper into the aisle. She hadn't gotten that far though. The woman was still in view when she stood still for a moment and let her body slid do the floor. Her numb state hadn't lasted long and her sorrow came again. Tears escaped the woman and she couldn't help but become a crying heap once again. Anger had left her, it was simply sorrow and despair filling her mind. Now would be safer for Dante at least.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 8:46 pm
What the hell had he done?! Dante was so confused, but determined to get an answer and console his friend. Dante approached Ilya once more and knelt infront of her. He reached out and gently took her hands. Slipping in close Dante kept his voice gentle and low so that any new incoming costumers would be unaware of their situation. "Ilya. I need to know what i did that's upset you this much. I cant let you be like this sweetie. So you have to tell me so i can fix this. I dont know what i did Ilya. Was it the time we slept together? Did you want more than that? I thought things were fine between us. What happened? I-I dont understand.. whats wrong? What did i do? Tell me. Please..." Dante pleaded with her, his concern for his friend wrought on his face. He cupped her face with his delicate hands and brought his own close to hers. "Ilya, Tell me whats wrong.. please. What happened?" Dante asked her once more. He was persistent, just like his brother.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:45 pm
-Ilya De La Cruz-
The first thing Ilya did was to get away from his touch. She brushed him off, not harshly but pushed a bit. He didn't need to touch her... even if... it wasn't his fault it... He was... but losing him wasn't... Ilya shook her head, her tears still falling as he tried to guess what was going on. No, she didn't want anything from him. She never did. "...It... It wasn't..." started the woman in between sobs. The words were starting to form in her brain, but the lump in her throat had interrupted most of what she was trying to form. Besides how did you even say something like this? Something you couldn't get over yourself... The woman hid in her hands as she cried for a bit. Shrugging off any attempt on consolation that Dante attempted. It wasn't for long though. Once her crying had quieted to something smaller, albeit not in the least more pleasant, she kept her head down even when she put her hands in her lap. "...I... It... You didn't... do it... I..." Ilya swallowed, a hand going to her face to wipe some tears forming. "...I was... I was p-...pregnant-" She choked up there, her shoulder shaking from the silent sobs that came over her. A few moments later she calmed a bit down, her body stayed still, with her hands holding each other's before something else came from her. "...I... I lo-... I lost him..." finally said the woman, in the quietest, hurt voice she could muster.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 3:22 pm
Dante paled immediately at what Ilya had spoken. He was utterly shocked at what she had said. It took the male in drag a few minutes to piece everything together. She had been pregnant?! And she had a miscarriage?! But why had she been blaming hi-... "Oh Goddess... you mean... you.. " Dante was at a loss for words just as much as Ilya was. No wonder why she hated him! But Oh god that meant she had been pregnant with HIS child and she had lost the .. wait him?! It had been a boy?! A son he, was almost going to be a father but she miscarried?! Dante suddenly looked very pale and sick. Oh his lunch was quickly coming up to be retasted. Putting a hand to his mouth Dante held back the urge to vomit. He didnt know what to say, what was he suppose to say or do. He did know it shattered his world. He had been a father, Ilya hadnt told him. She lost the child and Ilya hadnt told him. Why hadnt she said anything about this?!
"Ilya.." Dante said softly his voice a mere whisper as he scooted closer to her. He took hold of her hands with one of his own and gently reached out to cup Ilya's chin with his hand. "Ilya... why didnt you tell me? I mean.. if your blaming me for this. You're implying that i was the father to the child?" Dante swallowed hard. That was.. a life changer there. It shook him to the core. "Why... why didnt you tell me?" Dante said out of concern and a few tears starting to form at the edges of his eyes. "I mean did you think i wouldnt have been affected?! If he was my son-!" Dante went wide eyed and wide mouthed. He was ticked off at her. How dare she keep a secret like that from him!? Even if he did result in a misscarriage... oh god.. he had lost apart of himself! And so had she, that was evident enough. Dante hung his head and let out an uneasy breath, he was on the verge of a crying fest himself. Even if he wasnt sure if he was ready to be a father. It was still rough learning that he had been one and now that was gone. Dante pulled Ilya into a soft embrace and closed his eyes, leaning his head on her shoulder. "You should have told me sweetie.. this isnt something you should deal with on your own. Im so sorry honey. I really am." Dante said sincerely as he rubbed her back with his hands.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:59 pm
-Ilya De La Cruz-
For a few moments, Ilya hadn't cared about how Dante reacted. Well not at least until he looked like he was about to throw up on her. That kind of set off an alarm. With tears in her eyes, which were red to boot, the woman could barely begin to understand what she just caused. This was something she had been avoiding right from the beginning, but a slip up caused her to come here... a mental slip up, but still a slip up. She had garnered this as her responsibility, he was in no place to be a father. Besides... what was the point? She lost him... A hand had went up to push away Dante's. The last thing she wanted right now was contact, comfort... she wasn't looking for it. Actually, it was beginning to make her sick. No one could comfort her for this. No one. Ilya had tuned out most of what Dante said, up until that question, and then pretty much reacting in the end. However that tone wasn't something she needed to hear. He was mad... unrightly so from her point. Which got her a bit mad in her point, pushing away Dante's embrace. No. "Don't do this." Her voice had come rather strong there... but it weakened soon enough. "Just... don't..." What good would it had done? "He was your son... even if you couldn't handle one..." With a shake of her head, Ilya moved a bit away from Dante. Distance... it was all she wanted right now. "...That's why I... I didn't tell you..." Ilya brought her knees close to her chest, her eyes watering again. "...It just... wasn't supposed to happen..." It was so quiet... her voice had become quite broken lately.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 3:48 pm
Even if he couldnt handle one? Dante's brow furrowed. First Eva was deciding things for him, now Ilya?! Dante stood up, a look of disgust and yet sympathy upon his face. "You know, im glad everyone knows whats best for me, except me." Dante commented lightly. He crossed his arms over his chest and kept his distance from Ilya. It was what she wanted after all right? It sure as hell looked like it. "Even if i couldnt have handled that factor Ilya, i still had a right to know." Dante said before he sighed and let his anger go. He couldnt be mad at her. She was a friend and had just gone through something tragic. " Ilya... that aside.. its not your fault for loosing him." Dante said gently as he took a step towards Ilya, his arms unfolding. "You cant blame yourself for this." Dante added softly. "Just like i cant be mad at you for not telling me about it. Ilya.. maybe you should talk to someone about this.. someone professional. I dont exactly like her, but Eva at the Clinic. She could help you through this. If you wont let anyone else help you.. at least go see her just once. For your own sake." Dante said unable to believe he was sending someone Eva's way but, Eva would probably be more open to a woman suffering than a Drag queen with a broken heart. After all before Eva knew he was a male, the woman seemed rather sympathetic. Dante walked up to Ilya and around her. He knelt down near her and offered his hand to her. " Watcha say sweetie?" Dante said softly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 7:47 pm
-Ilya De La Cruz-
Ilya probably would've taken into account his first comment, but really she was too depressed to actually worry about it. What if he did have a right to know? It... didn't matter... "It doesn't... It doesn't really matter..." said the woman softly, her gaze never meeting Dante's. How could she? A sad excuse of a woman who couldn't even be a mother... Even her fairy had a point. Her silent self depreciating had been interrupted by the mention of a professional. What? "No." Ilya had spoken firmer there, shaking her head. "Screw it... There's no point in that anyways..." She was on a road of self destruction, not that she was aware of it just yet, but what good would talking about how horrible she felt do? It wouldn't do anything, not for her, not for him, not for her lost son... They could all take their therapies and sessions and shoved them up their... "I... I shouldn't... I shouldn't have come here..." she said after a moment, standing up on her own. If she hadn't then she wouldn't have met up with him... and maybe then he wouldn't see the shell of her walking around.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 8:24 pm
"Ilya.. what are you going to do? Just walk around like this in depression?" Dante asked out of concern. Dante approached her and lightly touched her shoulder. "And yes there is a point in talking it out. It will help you Ilya. You cant walk around like this. Its no way to live..." Dante said softly. "Just.. think about it alright?" Dante asked her gently. She was talking like all this was over, like her life was over with. Dante couldnt let one of his friends spiral into deep depression like this. If Ilya wouldnt get the help herself.. he'd be seeking out the local police and Eva himself. They'd force her into treatment, as painful as it would be. It would be better for the woman, for his friend. God he couldnt believe he was thinking this way. But, it was his fualt for getting her pregnant and in a way his fault for her loosing the child. No no, he couldnt think that way! Still.. he knew he needed to help and if talking to her wasnt going to work.. then he would have to be forceful. "Please? This is no way to go on about life. It wasnt your fault and you need to greive but you also need help that you wont let me give." Dante said concerned for his friends mental health. "If you wont let me do it, let another woman. Life goes on Ilya, i know you dont want to see or hear that now but.. it does. And you need help sweetie." Dante said as he came to stand infront of her, his voice and face wrought with concern.
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