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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:07 pm
Dasha grinned broadly and nodded her head, holding in a few laughs.
"No, no, it's all fine," she said, taking a sip from her drink. She was right. He definitely brought amusement to the night.
Her mind seemed to click suddenly, as she remembered the names they had called each other. William and Xavier? Hadn't Flint mentioned those names? She searched her memory for their earlier conversations. Yes, she was almost sure of it. She glanced up at the two of them, but decided not to say anything. She didn't want to get into a conversation about that. Nor did she want to answer how she knew their brother if he was, in fact, their brother. It could possibly ruin her potential night. Hah, right.
Besides, it could have just been a coincidence. Except for the fact that she remembered him saying something about Germany as well. She shook her head lightly to clear the thoughts from her mind.
"Вода под мостом, право?" she muttered to herself.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:23 pm
Xavier paused to stare at her, his face confused.
"Вы нечетная повелительница," he commented. He was tempted to leave then but decided against it.
"Gekommen. Lassen Sie uns gehen. Wir haben einen Platz, zum zu zu gehen." he said quickly to William as he dropped him to the ground.
He fell in a small sputter before standing quickly, glancing at Dasha, and then snatching his beer and walking off.
"Ruck. Mann, der Frau ist. Mann, der Schafe liebt!" cursed William as he left, causing Xavier to try and keep from laughing.
A hand fell upon Flint's shoulder. He turned abruptly, his brows curled in confusion. He was about to ask what the man wanted when a fist was hurled towards his face, cracking into his jaw. His head swung to the side violently. There was an instant flood of pain as he stumbled backwards. Before he could regain his posture another fist hit him in his stomach and pulled up. The air burst from his lungs. He gasped and withered before being dropped to the ground. He curled up as the rain began to increase, the street shining beneath the street lamp's light.
A strong grip wrapped around his hair and pulled him to his knees, forcing him to look at the group of men that surrounded him.
"Hehe, look Tommy. The little runt looks like he's in pain,"
"Aw, I think you're right. Vince. Why don't you help this guy a little."
There was a group of chuckles before a steeled boot was sent flying into Flint's arched back.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:33 pm
((I love the rough translations.))
Dasha simply gave them a smile and a small wave as they left..
"Спасибо," she said before they were fully out of hearing distance. She sat farther back, relaxing in her seat. She took a small sip from her drink as her eyes followed the two out the door.
'Darn. There goes my possibly entertainment for the night. Ah well, I'm sure I can find another who can entertain me,' she thought as her eyes shifted across the room.
They fell suddenly upon one particular face. Her hand, which had been swirling around her drink, stopped as well.
'Oh boy,' she thought to herself. 'What's /he/ doing here?'
She turned her body in her seat to face partially the other direction. She brought her drink back up to her lips and began taking a few more sips.
'Maybe he didn't see me........Oh, who am I kidding. I have purple hair. Even at this angle, he'd still recognize me.'
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:47 pm
.: Ahem,.. Well Xavier really didn't leave yet but oookay then. And all my translations are written as they come out in your translator. I type them multiple times until I approve of the trans from foreign lang to english. Yours on the other hand is really confusing.... Water under the bridge and then... something weird. Hold on. "Water under the bridge, the right" That just doesn't make sense. Mine were worked to make sense!!!! :3 :.
Xavier shrugged as he left, half chasing after William. He was going to get himself hurt one of these days.
.: Wow... Thats it from me for this post. Ha. :.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 6:01 pm
((Well what one do you use then? I know mine has issues. I went and put mine back in once and it was not the same as what I had put in. But that is what she said, mostly. She said 'water under the bridge, right?' And I just figured that he was leaving, so I would go that far.))
Dasha leaned against the table in front of her, sipping at her drink. She seemed to be giving the wall in front of her the 'death glare'.
'...looser....has to come here. I can't believe he's here. I mean, he doesn't even know anyone. He's probably looking for a pity date or something...' Her mind was a string of thoughts as she continued to stare.
Just then, she felt a hand against her shoulder. She shuddered under it's pressure and was reluctant to turn.
"H-hey Dasha....fancy seeing you here," the voice from behind her said. She recognized it, unfortunately.
"Hi, Tim," she said, not even forcing a smile as she turned to face him.
Tim was rather short, a good 8 inches shorter than Dasha when she had her heels on. He had scraggly brown hair that he wore somewhat shaggy. He had a kind, if not nervous, face and wore decent clothing.
"You...here by yourself?" he asked her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 5:17 pm
A cut had been made above his left eye and blood streamed over his face and out from the corner of his mouth. His mouth tasted of iron and he spat upon the ground, trying to rid himself of the taste. Flint was about to say some witty remark when he was slamed forward into the ground, his arms crossed and pressed against his back. His face stung as the wet rock beneath him threatened to cut him more.
"Ah ha ha ha!" bellowed the largest of the men around him. "Hows our pretty boy now?" He asked with a grin.
Much to his surprise, Flint returned his smile.
"What? Thats all you weaklings have? You're worthless."
The man was taken back, his grin now twisted as he ground his teeth together.
"Again!" he ordered his men as they brought Flint back up from the ground and set their fists flying once more.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:31 pm
Dasha stared blankly at the man. Or...boy. He had the face of someone male, perhaps in his mid twenties, but the way that his face looked...It almost had a childish air to it. Maybe it was his cheeks. They seemed a bit more round than they should be. And it wasn't like he was fat or anything. He just had chubby cheeks. Which, she concluded, looked a bit offsetting compared to the rest of his body.
She quickly shook herself from her thoughts in order to answer his question.
"Y...yes..." she said, reluctantly. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she brought the straw back to her lips and drank.
Something tugged at the side of her consciousness as she noticed Tim's smile. There was something else that was beckoning for her attention. But she continued to push it away.
"Well, um, do you....do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, motioning to the seat next to her.
Dasha's eyes weren't staring at Tim at this time. She was looking past him, at nothing in particular. The...something had poked enough at her just in the few seconds of Tim speaking that it had finally gotten her attention. What was it? She had to think about it for a short moment. A scent. Yes, it was another smell mixed in with all of the odors and scents of the people and drinks of the bar. It was standing out above all the rest and it would not let Dasha ignore it. She pulled the drink away from her lips so that she could a clearer smell of whatever it was. She took in a deep breath and held it for a moment.
Blood.
That was what she was smelling. From what she had tried to ignore only a moment prior, she was now sure. It was definitely blood.
"D-Dasha?" Tim's voice penetrated through her consciousness.
"What?" she said, quickly coming back to their conversations. "Oh, um...I suppose...But I'm not going to be here for much longer. I have something I need to do."
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:08 pm
A cool hand slipped around the silver cross that hung from Flint's neck.
"Lookie here! Our boy's a christian child. Well, give your god our greetings when you see him next."
Flint could sense another fist coming his way, aimed at the base of his head where it connected with the spine. But that wasn't what bothered him, nor was the pain that seemed to flood his body and numb his skin. It was the pull on his necklace. The chain was heavy and thick, always there to remind him. The only thing he could remember of his mother.
"Keep this on you at all times. It will protect you and remember... I love you so very much."
She had kissed him then, her nails oddly cutting into his neck and leaving three trails of blood. He remembered her pulling her nails to her lips, looking at the blood and starting to cry before she had run away, leaving him there at the orphanage. It was one of the few memories he had of her and it made no sense at all. That didn't stop him from being over protective of his necklace. It was his life line and his hope. The pull grew and a fury rose in Flint's body.
"Tell him yourself!" he growled as his feet found their grip on the ground and his legs gathered their energy. The fist paused in mid air in shock of what he had said, a good thing for Flint but very bad for the man.
His left foot came sailing out from beneath him, clocking one man square in the jaw and landed on another's foot. He wrenched his wrists free and used the ground to fling himself up in a back flip, his foot coming down in the man's head behind him.
The adrenaline pumped through his veins as one by one he sent them to the ground. A few fought back as their minds gripped what was happening but only one was a true match.
He caught Flint's right hand in his palm and twisted as he pushed him down. Flint gritted his teeth as he brought his knee up into the man's groin. The both stumbled backwards before Flint ran at him and knocked his head hard with his left fist. The man stumbled again and then fell to his knees. He waved, and then collapsed.
William and Xavier were a street away when they heard the noise. It meant nothing to them until they saw the head of silver hair being fought against. They got there in time to see the last man fall.
"Flint!" called Xavier as he ran up to him. Flint let his fist loose but was quickly caught by Xavier and over powered.
His breath was a cloud in the sky as he breathed hard, his chest heaving.
"Calm yourself," crooned Xavier as he held him to the ground and then - when Flint had relaxed and realized who had attempted to hit - pulled him to his feet.
"I'm sorry Xavier..." he groaned, his cuts bleeding more now. A gash from a knife resided on his right arm.
Xavier whispered to him gently as William looked about. Only 2 unconscious men remained though he was sure there was more. From the look of it, 3 times what was there.
"Lets get him home," he muttered as he set off.
Xavier gave a solemn nod as he and William started to carry Flint home, each with one of his arms around their necks.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:27 pm
"In fact I'm going to go do that now," Dasha said quickly. Standing and taking one last drink from her glass. There was still a bit of the substance left in the glass when she put it down on the counter, but not much.
"Oh, well...it was nice seeing you again," Tim managed to say. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."
At that, a much taller man came up behind Tim. He placed his hand on his shoulder with a grin that had a very slight hint of mocking behind it.
"Come on, Tim," he said. "You're just going to look pathetic if you keep this up."
Dasha said nothing in response to either of them. She was too far gone for that. Her attention had been fully pulled into this...smell. Why, she wasn't sure. In fact, she was running it through her mind while she walked out the door.
Why had it insisted in grabbing her attention? She had grown used to the smell of blood pursuing her and had gotten good at ignoring it. Maybe it was a sign that she was hungry. That was the only explanation she could think of...
'This is so stupid,' she thought to herself as she walked speedily away from the building. 'I guess I can see what's going on...why someone's bleeding. Perhaps get something out of it...who knows. But this isn't.....uh, why was he there? I don't like him at work. Why would he think that I like him anywhere else? I mean really. He's going to have to figure it out sometime. It's not like I even...'
Her thoughts were cut off roughly as her eyes fell upon three familiar faces on the street in front of her. She stumbled to keep her balance as she stopped walking in mid-stride.
'Fling?!' her mind reeled as she saw the bloodied mess. She wasn't sure she wanted to be recognized, so she quickly ducked into a nearby alleyway. It wasn't like she was one to just hope to go unnoticed. Having purple hair made that difficult.
She stood with her back to the wall. She took in a deep breath as her mind went at it again.
'What's he doing? Why was he bloody? Was he the one I smelled? Probably. Though....there may be more...'
Without her realization, her hand had come up to the scarf that was around her neck. The one that he had bought her earlier that day.
'This day is just getting weirder and weirder,' she thought with a sight. 'My life usually isn't this interesting.'
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:16 pm
The three burst through the door, Xavier leading with William in the back.
"Father, we're home." he called with an eerie cheer that made the situation seem much more deathly.
The stumbled as one into the main foyer and let Flint collapse on a small couch that was set up next to the wall. The professor rushed in, his face red with anger at their tardiness when his eyes fell upon his sons. His gaze lingered on Flint before it darted to Xavier for answers. He started to prod them but was quickly cut off by William.
"We found him fighting off a mob of men. I'm amazed he wasn't dead already. He, for some reason, was do quiet well."
"Shut up," commanded Xavier as he looked to his father.
"Please, hold the questions until he is treated. I can do the job as long as you get me my needs."
Flint had passed out by now and his wounds continued to bleed, the blood from his arm spilling out onto the couch.
They started tending him while William went to the dinning room to calm the others who had started to stand from their seats.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:19 pm
Dasha held her breath in quietly as she stood against the wall.
'They're gone by now...' she thought to herself. She slowly poked her head out from the corner of the ally she was in. Sure enough, they were gone.
'Someone else is bleeding nearby,' her senses told her. She turned and looked in the direction of the scent. She followed it down to another somewhat unoccupied area.
As she came round a corner, she found the spot where Flint had been. Or at least, that was what she figured. Her eyes fell upon to two men, laying seemingly unconscious on the ground. There was plenty of evidence of a fight and peaked her interest.
'What was he doing?' she thought to herself for a short moment before her mind was pressed on other subjects.
'They're unconscious....so....'
Her eyes shifted from one man to the other. Now might be a good time for her to get in at least a small meal without having to actually hurt anyone herself. And, if she played her cards right, neither of them were libel to remember.
A small smiled appeared on her face before she quickly suppressed it. If she wanted to do anything, she would have to be quick.
She went straight over to the one who had the most wounds. He would be easiest to get at without having to injure him more. She knelt down next to him and grabbed his arm, pulling up his sleeve.
She examined the skin for the source of the blood, any broken areas that she could use for herself.
She saw a warm drop of crimson liquid dripping down the side of his upper arm and she instinctively bent her neck over towards it. She pressed her lips to his skin and tasted the blood.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:43 pm
Flint's eyelids fluttered as he came to, Xavier's face in his. At first he was started, only for a moment, before he became comfortable and warm. He was scared at first as to what he was doing but upon remembering it all made sense to him. He could feel Xavier's kind fingers delicately tending his cuts and wounds, a smile on the man's face.
"Xavier,..... Are we at home?" he asked. The surroundings confirmed his question without Xavier responding, though he did give a faint nod.
"Aye,.... How are you feeling?" he asked, turning his attention to the cut on his lip and his bruised jaw. Flint winced involuntarily as Xavier's fingertips grazed his skin.
"Like I got hit by an Ox. How are the guys. Did I hurt them too much?" A smile stretched his lips though it hurt to do so.
Xavier let out a small chuckle as he spoke, dabbing Flint's lip with a wet towel.
"Ah ha ha. From what I saw they had mostly ran away. Two seemed to be passed out. I'm sure they'll be fine."
His expression sobered as he paused and looked Flint in the eyes.
"Why where you fighting them and why are you so hurt? I know you can hold your own without getting a single cut. Why not so now?"
Flint's smile fell and he was silent for a while. Finally he decided to speak.
"They wanted to teach me a lesson I guess. Called me a pretty boy. Guess it was because of my appearance. It scares people ya know?"
His eyes drifted to Xavier's purple tinted hair and smiled.
"I'm sure you know that. You have a few secrets that scare people."
Xavier nodded with a grave smile.
"Yes,..... Well now, I want you to rest. Morning will come early and I'm sure that you have work. Where are you getting money from now?"
Flint smiled and closed his eyes. He wished that he was in his bed but it was probably better that he stayed where he was.
"The old library. The man there accepted me right away.... I can't wait to read all those books." His voice trailed off as he drifted into a slumber.
The night was filled with goulish dreams of blood and hate. Nails tearing through flesh and screams filling the air. A film of sweat broke out all over his body and shivers ran down his spine. Everyone was asleep. No one could hear his pitiful whimpered as he slept. The only image that came to him in kind greeting was that of his mother. She came with a smile, though her white dress was stained with blood - as were her hands - and her silver-black hair was crimson with the liquid. Her sad smile was warm until he noticed something odd. Her teeth.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:56 pm
Dasha had managed to get most of the blood off the man's open wounds without creating any fresh ones. She didn't want to give him any link back to her.
She finally stopped and leaned back, looking at him. He definitely looked a bit cleaned up....Though there was still plenty of dried blood throughout his body. She stared for a short moment as her mind wandered once more. She felt a bit better. A bit more satisfied. But not enough.
She turned her head to the other who sat not far from her. She swiveled the rest of her body around and walked awkwardly over to him, not standing all the way up to walk. She inspected his wounds for a short moment before, again, going after his arm first.
She was busy finding wounds and 'cleaning' them when she heard a faint sound from behind her. Her head quickly shot up and she turned around. It was the other man. He had moved and was slowly coming to.
'Oh s**t, not good,' she thought frantically.
The man's eyes fluttered open just as Dasha let go of the other's arm. It dropped loosely at his side and Dasha just sat there, staring at him.
The man's eyes fell on her and a questioning expression fell upon his face.
"Who're..." he began to say before Dasha stood up quickly.
Her hair fell around her shoulders and she whipped a small bit of blood from the corner of her mouth.
"You got in a fight..." she said, her mind quickly weaving a story to tell him. "I...came to make sure you were alright."
The man stared at her, questions obviously passing through his mind.
"Who are you?" he asked again.
"No one," she said, taking a quick glance down the ally. "Just some girl from the bar. I heard a fight and I came to investigate. That's all."
There was a long silence between the two, during which the look on the man's face began to make Dasha uncomfortable. A small, almost twisted smile replaced his questioning expression and he began to almost painfully push himself away from the wall.
"Well then, you're quite the nice chick, now, aren't you?" he said once he had gotten to his feet.
Dasha knew the look on his face. And his body movements. This would not end well.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 4:44 pm
((You planning on posting again or not? Cause I'll just keep posting if not...))
The man continued to advance towards Dasha until he was practically pressed up against her. Her back was against the wall behind her and she couldn't help but stare up at his face. He still had some drying blood on his bruised cheek.
"You're a pretty little thing, aren't ya?" he said as he brought his hand up, brushing some loose strands from her face.
She could feel his other hand traveling down her waist. After a short moment, it found it's way up her skirt. She was glad she was wearing leggings.
"I'll scream," she said, glaring up at him. "If I heard a fight from the bar, chances are, half of them would hear me scream. You don't want half the bar out to get you, do you?"
"You're right," he agreed, the smug grin never leaving his face. "So I guess I'll have to take you so far away that no one will be able to hear you. Much less find you."
With that, he roughly grabbed hold of her arm and tugged at it, taking a step back.
"And if you so much as think about screaming, I'll beat you so hard that you'll beg for death's sweet embrace."
He then pulled her arm so violently that it practically came out of socket. He dragged her along behind him, walking down alleyway after alleyway, twisting and turning through the mazes. Dasha, all the while, stumbling behind her, the look of a girl frightened for her life on her face.
After about a minute or so, after they were a good distance from any busy street, the man stopped and practically threw Dasha against the wall.
"I think this is far enough," he said, a wide grin revealing a chipped front tooth.
Dasha refused to look at his face as she 'struggled' to keep herself above the ground.
She suddenly felt his rough grip on her arm again and she was pulled up once more. He held her up so that, once again, her face was inches from his. His hands were now traveling down her waist again, but this time he grabbed hold of the loose cloth she was using for a belt. He untied it and held it to the side. She then felt his thumbs hook on the edges of her skirt and pull it slowly downward.
"You pull that one more inch and you're going to wish that we were still close enough for anyone to hear you scream," she said, both her voice and face loosing the 'frightened' look.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 4:03 am
Trickling blood, smearing upon the wall.
Tell me dear, who's the fairest of them all?
Xavier woke with a start, sweat covering his bare skin. The sheets of his bed stuck to his abs while the rest wrapped around his waist and right leg. His breath was warm as he panted in the night as the girl's last words ran in his head. His side hurt with a bleeding warmth causing him to caress the scar on his side. He looked down and could once more see the bloody stains upon his forearms and hands. His teeth chattered as he breathed out sharply. He could never forget that night. Nor would he be able to sleep after that dream.
He looked out his window to the stars. It hadn't been that low since he had went to bed. It would seem that tonight would be very long.
He untangled himself from his sheets and stood, the cool air stinging his thighs. Slipping his old pants and trousers on he crossed the room, grabbing his shirt as he opened the door. He pulled his shirt and vest on, buttoning it quickly as he silently slipped down the stairs. He grabbed his hat and scarf after passing Flint and then jumping outside.
The wind was cold and a chill ran up his spine. Something was out of place. He strode down the streets when two voices came to his ears. He tensed immediately and slowed his pace. The edge of a building was coming close and so was the alley next to it. Peeking his head around the corner he saw two people. He recognized both. One was the girl from the bar and the other was one of the men that had attacked Flint.
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