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 Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:20 pm
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪  Sal nodded slowly as he spoke, already finished with her apples and too lazy to get some water for herself. He had issues. It was obvious since day one of their weird friendship and she had offered her services because Nami is contagious. By the time that he leant over the bar, his question hanging between them, Sal scooted out of her seat and walked around the counter, grabbing a tall glass for herself.
"Well, Carnivals aren't my thing but if you want to, I probably don't have better plans anyway so," she said, taking lukewarm water straight from the tap, "sure. As for now, with the preparations for tomorrow and the Carnival itself, would you like to reschedule that training for later? I'm not sure what is the best time or anything but it's just a suggestion." She stayed there by him, drinking the water enthusiastically and filling up when necessary. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:40 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone."  Naomi chuckled at the card, picking up some of the egg by itself and chewing. "If you're going to moan at my food, Vincent, I'll have to stop cooking for you. It's distracting." She jabbed her fork in the air at him, listening to his response to her offer of help. "Why the hell did that happen?"
The manager chewed another bite, her toast still whole and stared at him while he ate. It was in her blood to take care of people. That was what drove Sal into relationship after relationship: the innate desire to give a damn. However, how much was too much? She had her past. He had his. A rough sketch of each had been given to the other last night. It did not mean that they knew each other though. Naomi kicked him under the table. She did not know how to do this. A fairly loud sigh escaped her and the fork went back to the eggs, feeding her the normal breakfast. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 3:57 pm
Vassili
Vassili watched her drink a glass then another. On the third he reached out and stopped her.
"You're going to make yourself sick." Vassili set it down after pulling it from her grip and then gazed into her eyes, they were off, but he couldn't place why. With ease he reached under the bar and pulled out a zip lock bag. He had placed it there on his way down that morning. It held a little Walther P22.
"Why don't we go now, nothing else to do, I'm sure Naomi and Vincent can handle themselves. I found a shooting range a little over three miles from here, indoor." Vassili pulled the small nine millimeter out and ejected the slide, then slid it home and racked a bullet.
"I'll even let you fire the big gun I have in the car." He was referring to another car around the block. He grinned as he set the gun down, it was in front of the glass he had taken from her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 4:02 pm
Vincent
Vincent was about to answer then a sharp kick to his shin and he hissed.
"What the hell was that for?" Vincent chuckled as he rubbed his shin with one hand and continued to finish the omelet on his plate. When it was clean minus a few specks of grease and stray egg he decided to answer.
"A girl decided that she wanted a long term relationship with me and I said no, seeing as we had only known each other since the night before." Vincent gulped down some orange juice before continuing.
"Well screaming ensued and I tried to make a quick getaway. Well the back door happened be in the kitchen, she happened to have been cooking noodles, just before I closed the door, dead aim that girl." Vincent chuckled as he drank more of the orange juice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 4:49 pm
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪ Sal bit her tongue as Vas put down the glass. So what if she made herself sick? Honestly, she was already halfway there. However, none of this made it out of her mouth as the man placed another gun between them. Those things really turned her off but she nodded, remembering what she had said to him last night before -
"I guess they can and knowing Nami, it would most likely be shopping for the Carnival. It's so weird." Sal shook herself so that the respective memories could not sneak up on her. "It would take a while for me even to conceive such a thought and you know it." As she talked, the young woman closed the space between them and pressed herself against him, kissing him softly. Maybe it was the thought of shooting at inanimate targets that had caused it but a little comfort never hurt anyone. "Let's go." Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 5:13 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." Naomi widened her eyes at him in mock surprise. "What was what for, dear?" With a litte smirk, she finished her eggs and began eating the toast when his story started. It was a bit a ironic, that tale. Who was asking whom for a long term relationship where they were concerned? The manager shook her head at this and concentrated on the rest of his words, laughing on cue at the funny ending. She nibbled her way through the rest of the toast, drank one glass of water before standing to take their wares to the kitchen.
"You broke her heart, yer b*****d," she joked, calling to him from the kitchen. When Jordan had made his decision, she had had dreams for weeks about causing him physical harm without a safe word. Unfortunately, there had been more pressing matters at that time like making sure that her sister and she lived to see the next day. "Shoot." A plate had knocked against the counter, cutting into her left as the uneven shards fell to the floor. "Stay there," she shouted out again in a forcibly calm tone, "It's not a big deal." It had been instinct. I am hurt but you do not have to save me. Carefully, Naomi walked away to the bathroom in her room and washed out the gushing blood there before pulling out the kit from under her bed stand. It was a straight gash from between her index finger and thumb to a little after her wrist. Stupid Jordan. The bandages, soaked in spirits, began wrapping themselves around and around till they needed to be pinned. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 10:21 am
Vassili
Vassili held her loosely in his arms and soaked in the kiss. I wasn't her normal lusty kiss, it was one seeking comfort, something he had trouble providing. He grabbed the little P22 and slid it into a pocket on his pants.
"You might wanna put something on besides pajamas, jeans, or a skirt." Vassili chuckled at as he said the last, then realized how much of a turn on that would be.
"Mmmm you shooting a gun in a skirt, that would be hot." Vassili kissed her cheek as he led the way down stairs.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 10:28 am
Vincent
Vincent heard her command, and ignored it with ease. He slipped into the kitchen, saw blood and then slipped up to the second floor and into her room. He stopped in the doorway of the bathroom and watched her work with clean clinical efficiency. Though she still only had two hands and now her bandage needed to be pinned. Vincent moved silently, picked up a pin from the sink and placed it carefully, at the same time wrapping his arms around her.
"The nurturer sometimes needs nurturing. You keep trying to protect everyone, except yourself. That's what I'm for." Vincent kissed her cheek lightly, then the opposite.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:21 am
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪ "I know that slacks are comforting but they're not pajamas," Sal stated, not putting up a fight as they went downstairs. Once there, she turned into Nami's bedroom. Vincent's last words reached her ears from the bathroom but unnaturally, she did not peek. Instead, Sal rummaged through her bags, changed into the lengthiest skirt that she could find and a short sleeved shirt before standing by the door. "Vas and I are going out for a few hours. Nami, don't kill him, okay?"
She chuckled at this and stepped out of the room to find Vas again. When a few strides up and down the hallways bore no fruit, the young woman decided to slip into the kitchen and fix a snack. The apples had not been as filling as she had hoped for them to be. There was still chocolate from the previous night. With a quick glance around, she pulled it out with a bottled water and settled by the cashier station. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 12:20 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." Naomi glared at Vincent as he pinned her bandage. Her body tensed at the embrace. This was her problem, not his. She closed her eyes, listening to him and taking the kisses in stride. "Are you going to dump scalding hot noodles on me if I say that I disagree completely?" Naomi stood at this, picking up the kit as well. She would have continued but Sal's voice rang out from the main room. When they were alone again, she entered, returned the box and sat on the bed, tinkering with the cast. "That reminds me. How is your gun shot wound? I haven't been cleaning it as regularly as I should." Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 6:56 am
Vassili
Vassili had went outside, moved the Noble 600 and then pulled the Audi around. He opened the trunk to double check that his rifle was there. It had been delivered the day of the Party, he just never got around to checking it out.
The Bell on the door chimed as he walked in, and she was sitting at the counter munching on chocolate.
"Oh ho, so that's why you didn't want any of my cooking. You had a secret stash of chocolate. Well then, I'll just have to get you more, I mean if that's what floats your boat." He chuckled as he leaned against the counter just next to her.
"Anyway, I've got two other pistols for you to try out if you don't like the Walther, and I'll be shooting my rifle, been a while since it's been in my hands." Vassili couldn't wait to have the slick weapon shooting at range.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:06 am
Vincent
"No, no scalding noodles. I have a feeling you would kill me if I did that. I don't care if you disagree, you'll just have to keep on disagreeing." Vincent followed her in to the other room and lifted the his tee shirt and looked down. The bandages were damp and a little soaked through, brown a few spots.
"They look fine. Looks like the stitches popped in a couple spots. Other than that, I could run an Iron Man." He dropped onto the bed and lay all the way back, winced as he over stretched and felt the stitches strain to keep the holes shut.
"Okay maybe not an Iron Man." He chuckled and this made his fractured rib hurt.
"How did I make it through the night, must be really feeling it finally." Vincent sighed and looked over at Naomi, she looked like she could use more sleep as well.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 11:24 am
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪ Sal took another bite, shaking her head at him. "Oh no, that's not why at all. Besides, it has to be someone else's candy for me to want it. I'm very...particular that way." She grinned at him, finished the current bite and folded the rest. His news about the alternative pistols was not as unsettling as she thought it would be. Maybe she was becoming accustomed to the idea of shooting, defending herself. "Okay, sure. Practice makes perfect, right?" Quickly, she placed the chocolate back in the home fridge and grabbed her bottled water on the way to the door. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 11:51 am
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." Naomi tilted her head nonchalantly from side to side with her eyes closed. When he spoke up about the stitches, one of her opened to peek at them. He was right. She would have to fix that. As if he had read her mind, Vincent was stretched out on the bed next to her. She blinked at him before reaching out to the bandages. Soon, she was taking them off and pulling out the kit again.
"I think it was the adrenaline last night. Now, you're on back and full of food. Pain is a b***h." Calmly, Naomi said this while washing her hands how one is supposed to and sitting by him again, taking out the essential sterilized instruments for the repair. Without looking at him, she cleaned the miniature cavity, checked for any abnormalities, stitched it and wrapped him a new set of gauze. "Okay, there. You're all patched up again." The box closed itself and she sat cross-legged at his side. We can wait before going out." Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:36 pm
Vassili
Vassili floored the accelerator as soon as Sal got in and closed the door. He shifted to third by the time they hit the first light and kept the speed at fifty, regardless of the speed limit.
"So then where are we gonna eat afterward, seeing as you still haven't had a real meal today and I have." In fact Vassili was still hungry and could probably have four meals by the time she had her second. He didn't let that out though, she didn't need to know.
"I hear there is this great cafe that has the best breakfast. Little known fact though, one of the Bartenders at the insane party on Thursdays can cook a delightful meal." Vassili made a left turn at speed and then a right one just half a mile later, still at speed.
"What do you think, I bet I can get us in after hours." Vassili looked over as he made the turn into the driveway of the shooting range, pulled the emergency brake and forced the car into a parking space, at speed.
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