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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:31 pm
"I should've watched him...made sure he didn't leave. I should've..." Richard never finished his sentence, the sobs choking his words. His body shook as he cried into his hands, not caring about anything else that was going on, the image of Dom's blank face burned behind his eyelids.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:34 pm
Jesper craned his head to kiss her before watching her walk up the drive. After that he rode up to the cliffs where his valubles were. Up on the cliffs, he followed the familiar path up and then down into the cave. In the secured bolt hole he called home as a youngster, Euronymous was sat patiently and cbrushed up to his leg. Still friendly. grabbing his cold jacket, he left it undone since it was so hot and sat in the chair. Strange that this place would both calm him and anger him. He thought more of Rose and then richard and Violet. He had acted like a p***k to them. Still, he needed rose for that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:43 pm
Rosalee closed the foor behind her quietly as Jesper drove away, her jaw open as she spotted Chouki on the ground. He reeked a bit from alcohol, but that wasn't unusal. Grabbing an arm, she pulled him onto the couch before going to her bedroom to change her clothes. Feeling clean again, she made a quick meal and left it on the countertop, covered, and left a note for Chouki to heat it up in the microwave that she'd be back soon. He started stirring on the couch when he fell off with a well-sounded thud that vibrated the floor a bit. Rosalee went over with a glass of water to help him up, offering it to him in hope that he would take it and rid himself of his hangover. Too bad for her that he was still a bit intoxicated. His speech was slurry, unable for her to make out, but his body language was obvious as he groped her chest and leaned forward for a sloppy kiss. Normally, Rosalee would've just lightly shoved him back onto the couch, seeing it as a dumb joke. But this time, she slapped him square in the face before realizing she had done it. Only that made Chouki quite angry, and he retaliated, knocking the glass of water off the table as his fists connected with various parts of her body. Chouki was known for his bad-temper, but had only picked drunken fights with men. This would add to his repertoire of his first beating of a woman.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:50 pm
Rolling back into town, Jesper stopped at the turn. He could go straight on and go to the cafe, or he could go pick Rose up. He decided to let Euronymous out, who scampered away to the house and rode towards Roses. When he got off, he didnt shut it down, but took off his helmet anyway. he went to the door and heard a sound, like someone slapping a piece of meat. It was all too familiar. The door wasnt locked and as he walked in, he heard sounds of violence.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 3:05 pm
Chouki stopped when he heard the door open, his arm raised in the door as Rosalee lay on the ground her hand hugging her stomach. The sight of Jesper made her both relieved and scared, as she was afraid he was going to become Chouki's new target. While he was distracted she kicked him in the side of the knee and started to drag herself away from him. She could only look at Jesper with a worried expression, her ability to scream gone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 3:16 pm
Jesper was beyond angry. He had gone into the sort of anger where he wouldnt talk or relent. He grabbed Chouki by the throat and brought one hand straight into jaw like a sledge hammer. His arm slammed back and forth for about ten minutes before he went into pile driver mode. after he was done with Chouki he went and sat down next to Rose and put out one hand, the brutal now the gentle and coiled up into her. He didnt want to have to fight again after last night but duty called.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 3:28 pm
Characters name: Jeffery Alan Lancing Age:18 Description: JefferyBackground: Jeffery was born in Chicago, Illinois. Moving here at the age of seven, He had lived here his entire life. Not really being freinds with anyone until his senior year of high school, his childhood was rough. From the age of eleven, when he wasn't stargazing, he was working in his dad's garage. By the time he was twelve, he had begun surfing. By fifteen, he had become a semi-pro surfer, and was a master astronomist. After graduating, he left the town, and headed for Chicago again. After staying in the big city for a few months, he got word that his father was on his deathbed. Dropping everything, he came back to town, to be with his father in his dying days. The loss of his father was devastating, as they had a close relationship. Not feeling up to going back to the city, he rented an apartment in town and picked up a job at the local car garage.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 3:49 pm
((Welcome newcomer. Hopefully, you'll be able to fit in like a round peg ina square hole. Which actually works pretty well.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 4:11 pm
((I'm sure it can with a carving knife and a sledgehammer ^_^))
Rosalee simply let Jesper hold her, watching Chouki lay unconscious on the floor as blood poured from his nose. "Ye might've been a bit too hard," she said softly, joking. She could already feel her tingling cheek starting to swell as she rubbed at her stomach a bit. "Sorry ye had to see him like that...he's usually quite nice. Hasn't gotten drunk in a long time. Promised me he'd stop and all that. I guess seeing me dance with Dom last night drove him to the bottle a bit..." Her heart suddenly jumped in her throat as she realized what she had just said. She lifted her eyes to his face, wondering what thoughts were now entering his mind.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 4:23 pm
"Want me to patch him up later?" Jesper said, his care coming back. "Actually no, come here." he carefully ran his finger down her cheek and felt it puff up. "There any ice here?" he said midway through his check. He ran his hand to her stoumach next and then kissed her, otu of compassion for her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 4:59 pm
"There's ice in the freezer," Rosalee turned around and pointed in the direction of the fridge from her sitting position. "Go on...I'll be fine." She gave a quick kiss on the cheek, urging him to go ahead.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 5:03 pm
He sat on the beach, surfboard standing in the sand next to him. His eyes scanned the horizon, looking out at the peaceful scene that was lowtide. He stood up, grabbed his board, and ran out into the surf. Swimming out a good way, he waited for a god wave to come in. Finding his wave, he bgan to swim with it. He got into a good spot, and stood up on the board. Riding up and down the wave, he flew above the crest, and came down again. Riding through the tunnel created by the crestin wave, he reached the shore.
After a few more waves, Jeffery decided to be don for the day. Walking up to his stuff, he grabbed his towel and his keys, and headed for his car, which he'd parked earlier just beyond the dunes. Dried off, and sitting in the driver's seat of his SUV, he turned the keys in the ignition, and drove back home.
The apartment he rented was a beatuiful place. The floor throughout the entire place was a rich dark oak, and the walls were trimmed with the same wood. The bright white of the walls contrasted the floors perfectly, and the crimson curtains on the windows matched it. The kitchen was a small corner of the main room, with a black fridge, dishwasher and stove. The counters were made of the same wood as the floor, and the countertops were a beautiful white marble. A tan couch graced the living area, as did a loveseat and recliner upholstered in the same fabric. A modern glass, and crome coffee table sat in the middle of the three, directly in front of the couch. His LCD T.V. stood on a stand, resemblant of the coffee table, which was filled with dvds, arragned perfectly in alphabetical order. The place was very clean, and very organized, and gave a feeling of calm upon entering.
His bedroom was furnisged in the same way. The bed was a Queen-sized oak fourposter, and was sheeted with tan satin and had a crimson comforter on top. There was a glass and chrome end table on either side of the head of the bed, and each one held a lamp. The left end table also had an alarm clock placed on it, so that Jeffery could get up in the morning. An oaken wardrobe stood on the wall oposite the bed, and was by a set of sliding galls doors leading out the balcony. Overlooking the ocean, it was a magnificent veiw, unobstucted by anything man-made.
Jeffery unlocked the door with his key, ste his stuff by the door, and went into his room. After taking a shower, he changed into some more comfortable clothes, and then went out onto his balcony to watch the sunset.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:27 am
Jesper got up and pulled out some ice and put into a plastic bag. "Hold this on your face until it goes down. " He then went to go deal with Chouki. "I'll fix you up and clean your cuts, but If you ever try that again I cannot be held responsible." Looking over him, he felt cuts and bruises and a knocked shoulder joint. He got some disinfectant and bandages, but first he turned him over. "This will hurt and I'm not giving you any painkillers." he said in a firm, harsh voice before wrenching his arm up into the shoulder again. this yielded a few seconds of scream before making him pass out from the pain.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:38 am
Rosalee winced when Chouki screamed, doing as Jesper had said. Her face started becoming numb, but removing the ice pack would only make the swelling continue. She tried to pull herself up, but doubled over from the pain in her stomach.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:45 am
Now that Chouki was out, Jesper could clean his cuts with disinfectant. He noticed he had caught him over the eyebrow with his nail and he had left bruises on his throat. when he had done this, Jesper lifted him up and left him on the sofa in recovery position. Then he went to rose and lifted her up and carrying her to the bike. Shutting the door behind him, he sighed. "At least he didnt twitch. I'm sorry you had to see that. Bu tI dont liek anyone beating on my girl."
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