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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 3:45 pm
"So I can protect people." Bob said sighing. "Sara's a nice name, it means princess. Though you don't really seem like the delicate type" Bob said as he looked around, "I'd wrap them to stop the bleeding but I have no cloth" He said sighing as he looked at her wondering what she would say in response to his last comment. "I'm Bob by the way" Bob said just remembering he hadn't mentioned his name
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 3:59 pm
"Here, I--" Sara started, flustered by his comment about her name. She patted her pockets, trying to find some sort of cloth he could wrap his hands with. They were empty. The only cloth she had were her clothes and she couldn't exactly whip her shirt off and hand it to him. Same went for her pants. "I don't really have anything for you..."
She bit her lip. She could have given him the shirt. Her chest was all bound up in true yankee style, anyway. But it seemed a bit personal. Then again, this Bob fellow might be used to women throwing their shirts at him. Sara doubted it. He seemed too nice for that.
"So... Bob," Sara said, testing the name. Maybe it came from a longer name. Like Robert. Then would he respond to Robby? What about Bobby? He seemed a bit tough for such a pet name. "Who do you want to protect?"
Probably a personal question. She shouldn't have asked, but she was curious. She'd had him pegged as a brawler or a professional fighter, but she seemed wrong on that count.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 4:07 pm
Bob chuckled, "Oh it's fine you don't have to give me anything I just would rather not rip any of my cloths since their all I have really" Bob said rubbing the back of his neck, "Ugh I suppose I could give you the shortened story. I was born in 1824 and died 1842. I managed to save my wife and child before dying and then I had to watch them get mugged and killed around 3 weeks later and I couldn't do anything. So now I'm trying to become as strong as possible so I can protect all those who need protecting" Bob said looking at Sara with a nervous look hoping he wouldn't freak he out.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 4:36 pm
"1842..." Sara repeated, calculating quickly. Her mouth quirked in a small smile. Maybe Bob had his dates mixed up. Or his years, more like. He had to be more than a century off his date of birth. Because, 1842... That'd make him... "Looking good for 167 years old, I must say,"
And he did look good. He appeared to be in his late teens, no matter what he claimed as his birthday. Tall and sinewy, too. There was no way this guy was 167 years old. Or even 67. Despite the fact that she was pretty sure he was yanking her chain, his words rang with a sincerity that would have been difficult to fake.
So now he's protecting everyone who needs protecting. How noble... She was a little envious of his resolve. It was too bad about his wife, though. And his kid. Except, he didn't look even remotely old enough to have a child, let alone a wife. Was he messing with her?
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 4:42 pm
Bob looked at her with a chuckle, "Well you see when you die you stop aging. I suppose I'm simply 17 and have spent 167 years paused" Bob said looking at her. "Well let's hear your story" Bob said looking at her. "And don't hold back on the detail because you don't really seem to be more than 18" Bob said looking at her, this woman interested her. She didn't seem like most women and her response's didn't fit her name at all. "I wonder if she believes me. I didn't really expect her to but she seems to be able to read people well so if I lied she'd probably be able to tell" Bob thought as he ran his hand through his brown hand while still looking at her, mainly her eyes they seemed to put him in a trance making it hard for him to look away.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 5:00 pm
Wow... Delivered without even a hint of a grin. That had to be a skill all of its own. Then again, maybe he really wasn't lying. It didn't feel like he was, but then, Sara couldn't be sure.
"Are you saying you're... y'know..." Sara paused, trying to find a way to phrase it delicately. Then again, he hadn't spared her the unpleasantries. "Well, dead?"
Maybe she'd heard it wrong. You stop aging when you die. Yeah, she was pretty sure she'd heard him say that. He looked pretty good for 167 and dead. Generally bodies tended to decay, but his seemed in tip-top shape. He honestly didn't look a day over seventeen.
Sara briefly contemplated the snarky "Oh, I'm four hundred thousand years old, give or take a few decades. Jedi Master, too. Want to see my lightsaber?" - response and thought better of it. She was wierdly comfortable with Bob. Enough so that she'd consider telling him a little bit about herself. Not the whole truth, maybe. But some.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 5:04 pm
"I suppose. I mean it's not so bad, we even have bodies that we can enter with the same looks so the living can see us" Bob said with a smile. "It's why I'm dressed like I'm from the 1800's. You kinda stop worrying about age once you die" Bob said looking at her. "Here if you'd like you can hear my heartbeat" Bob said trying to give her something that wouldn't make her think she was going insane. "It's there I promise" Bob said looking at her eyes still trying to see what emotions were going through her head. "Or you could just tell me your story it's your preference" Bob said waiting for her response.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 5:20 pm
"Um.. That's ok, really," Sara said, eyeing Bob's chest with a not a little uncertainty. Because listening to his heart would mean putting her ear to his chest, nice and vulnerable and begging for him to hurt her. Most men she knew could--and would-- try to take advantage of her. Luckily, she could fend most of them off. Bob, not so much. He had serious muscle she couldn't compete with. No, better to keep a safe distance.
She was, however, struck by the mention of his clothing. A second glance revealed a silk vest that had no business in this day and age. It looked right out of... the 1800s.
Again, she was surprised by his utter sincerity. Right... So maybe he was insane. Not the first loony she'd met, and his story was the most interesting by far. And he did a decent impression of stable and sane.
"Well, I can tell you I'm eighteen and I've been around for eighteen years," Sara said, a bit of a smile working its way into her tone. Still, if he was being truthful, she'd give him the same. "And, I'm not dead as far as I know. I'm a Mitsukuni, so I come from money, but I don't need it and I sure as heck don't like it. I run with a street gang and get into fights nearly every night. I've done-- and continue to do-- stupid, dangerous things, and I don't plan on stopping any time soon,"
There. Blunt honestly. Could he handle that? Or would he think she was lying just as she suspected him of the same? You never could tell with the crazies. Sometimes they were pretty sharp for all their dementia.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 5:27 pm
Bob looked at her, "Are you afraid of me?" He asked with a glance a little surprised that she'd be afraid of him. "Hmmm a gang eh? So your the type who doesn't like to be babied and because of this you seemed to take the opposite road just to upset your parents since you don't like being thought of as the right girl" Bob said looking at her,"Or I could be wrong but I was unfortunately the same way" Bob said. "Though I suppose I traveled around learning martial arts instead of getting into bar fights" Bob said looking at her. He had used the same calm tone throughout since this girl seemed to still be apprehensive about trusting him so he didn't feel it was prudent to begin using playful tones until she trusted him.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 9:31 pm
"You pretty much grasped the basics," Sara flashed a grin, white teeth against tanned skin. "With some minor corrections: my parents don't know what I do, nor, I think, do they care. And my fights aren't of the bar variety. Strictly street fights. Over territory and whatnot. And... other things,"
Mad Bob was still handling himself pretty well. His tone wasn't mocking or derisive. He hadn't said or done anything less than gentlemanly. Except when he'd asked her if she was afraid of him. A question to which there was no easy--or simple-- answer. So she'd ignored it.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 9:35 pm
Bob chuckled, "So you do think I'm crazy then?" Bob said looking at her, "What if I could blow that tree up would you believe me then?" Bob said hoping a superhuman feat might convince her. He didn't like being thought of as the crazy guy. "So, in your past which guy hurt you? Cause you have like a huge wall up 24/7 that just seems to say: All visitor's will be shot" Bob said jokingly with a slight smile. It was the first time he had smiled this entire visit figuring since she initiated the smile first he might as well compliment hers with one from him. He looked at her waiting for an answer to both of his questions
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 9:54 pm
So Mad Bob was sounding just a bit madder. And still he was so sincere. He spoke to Sara as if he truly expected to blow up a tree if she asked for a demonstration. About to ask for such a display, the words died on her lips as he brought up a slightly more touchy subject.
"All of them," Sara responded evenly, smile never slipping. There really hadn't been that many, but they were enough. And she could have stopped every single one of them. But then explanations would get complicated and it wasn't something she felt like sharing with a nearly complete-- and possibly psychotic-- stranger.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 9:59 pm
Bob sighed, "I see, well I'm sorry that has happened to you. Though if you keep the wall up and don't take chances you will never have happiness. And life is short so you should probably open up to someone" Bob said as he held up his left hand his index finger pointed towards a rock. Bob sighed a huge bolt of lightning erupted our and went right through the tree causing a small explosion. "Do you believe me now?" Bob said looking at her. "She's probably gonna think it's some magic trick. I don't know why I even told her the truth it's not so fun being seen as a loon" Bob said as he let out a deep sigh his brown eyes showing years of exhaustion and pain. Bob could usually hide this but when his thoughts overwhelmed him he had trouble.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 10:37 pm
"Your advice is far less welcome than your rather stunning pyrotechnics," Sara said drily, covering her shock. Because Not-So-Mad Bob had just fired a bolt of lightning from his fingertips, cleanly shattering the tree he'd been punching not a few moments before.
"That's one trick you'll have to teach me," She continued, thoroughly impressed. She wasn't sure what sort of trick he'd used, but as far as she could tell, he'd made good his promise, exploding the tree with very little effort. That was a skill Sara wouldn't mind having. Granted, there was probably some scientific explanation behind the display, but it was intriguing nonetheless.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 10:48 pm
Bob sighed. "I wonder why it is you have made such large walls" He said as he walked up now only around 5 yard. He seemed to be staring at her inspecting trying to see if there was a weakness to this great escutcheon she had erected. "What did they do in order to harm you this much.... dump you on your birthday? That happened to me once. I was pretty upset for a bit but I realized pushing people away only causes you to be alone when you really need someone" Bob said opening his palm to realize he still had the burn marks. He quickly closed his palm as he looked back up at her. "You are quite the interesting person" Bob said looking waiting for her response
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