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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 6:46 pm
Libby
Libby shot up at Seth's sudden entrance. He was talking about staying there for the weekend, going parties and other things that did not register to her. The degree of the pain had lessened greatly but it was still there. It meant only one thing and she could not have him traveling and doing a race while unstable like a boat in the middle of a storm.
"No." The single word came out with a clipped tone as her body fell back to the mattress. "Can't. Sick." So, it was not her best performance but she needed him here, not feeling bad for something that could have happened to anyone else. Besides, this method did not involve being pushed away by the bracelet when trying to kill some sense into him. No, this was safer and did not require much movement. Libby grunted at the thought of moving, not even bothering to look up at Seth's change of clothes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:41 pm
Aimee Lynne Cox
"I'll talk to her; make sure she won't use that word again. Don't want to make you angry again."
Aimee climbed into the cab, sitting between Vincent and Lilly, her hand on her roommate's thigh.
"On Lee street. About a mile off of campus. Close enough to walk to."
She slouched against Lilly, resting her head on her shoulder, her fingers drawing invisible patterns on the fabric of Lilly's jeans. Lilly for her part was refusing to speak to Vincent and stared moodily out the front windshield.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:43 pm
Seth
Seth looked at her like she was crazy and then dropped his bag. He undid the leather that held his hair out of his face and stared at her.
"So then, I just skip out on an easy ten grand?" Seth sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his head in his hands for a moment to sort through the confusion in his mind. Libby was lying he knew that, why he couldn't fathom. To protect him, from what? Himself. He had planned on being reckless, on just barely winning the race even though the St. Claire could win easily. That's it, she predicted I would do that, I mean that's what I did when she shot me down last night. Fine then I'll just miss out on ten grand.
"You win, we'll stay here." Seth pulled out his phone and dialed Van.
"No they aren't going, and neither am I. Libby's running a high fever, gonna stay and keep her comfortable till it breaks." He hung up the phone before Van could argue. Seth lay back and let out a long low breath. Well that makes life easier, no sense in worrying about winning or losing, or anything. A quiet weekend sounds better anyway.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:00 pm
Vincent
Vincent felt Lilly's silence like a stab wound and fiddled with the radio till it was playing classic Forties Big Band softly. Vincent was determined to get Lilly to say anything to him, so might as well go for the killer point.
"I was the guardian to the Leonardo Da Vinci, I was there when he finished his painting. The Mona Lisa. Though he originally called it the Smile. It's true, Francis held his head as he died, I watched as I realized I would have to go back in the ring." Vincent actually sniffled for a second. Leonardo had been one of his favorite charges.
"Michelangelo found my jewel, it was set on a necklace at that time. I was then Guardian to that Master Painter till he died. He was actually a fraud. Leonardo had drawn out the entire mural Michel did and then sold it to Michel, for ten Florins. b*****d made a fortune off of Leonardo's work. " Vincent muttered a curse in Latin, it was about Michelangelo's mother.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:24 pm
Lillian "Lilly" Uckelman
Lilly glanced out Vincent, and pressed her lips into a thin line.
"I suppose that everyone of the great artisans were known personally unto you, then?"
Aimee's warm breath on her neck was proving to be a distraction that Lilly had not anticipated. She shifted and wrapped an arm around Aimee's waist so that it wouldn't be resting on her thigh.
"Can you die? Of age, I mean."
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:53 pm
Vincent
"No, not all, not even a lot. Artists, I mean all Artists were minority in my guardianship. I was usually passed around the Pacific, I pretty much cause chaos during the Three Kingdoms, then somehow found myself in Italy. Then back in the Pacific." Vincent turned the truck into the storage place, leaned back as Aimee quickly entered the passcode and then drove to their unit. It was one of the larger ones and when it opened Vincent could see why. At the front were the boards and he loaded those quickly, saw other things he might want to check out, but would do so later. He was back in the truck and they were on their way.
"Not that we know of, though I was nearly killed at Hiroshima." Vincent again recalled the flash of light and the screaming explosion.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 10:03 pm
Lillian "Lilly" Uckleman
"What, a wayward samurai thought to slay a demon and make peace with his demented ancestors?"
Lilly gave a sort of laugh. History was not her strong point. The last time she'd checked, the holocaust was in the First World War, as was Hitler, and Churchill was the Dictator of the West, as Stalin was of the East.
"Did you like it in the East?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:12 am
Vincent
"No, a plutonium powered atomic weapon was dropped over the city and nearly melted my jewel into nothingness. Good thing I was full at the time." Vincent wasn't smiling about this. In fact he wanted to hide right now, so they wouldn't see him get emotional.
"South East Asia was nice, but I preferred Italy when Rome was at the height of power." Vincent buried the emotion and put on a facade for them.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:13 pm
Lillian "Lilly" Uckelman
"Figures."
Lilly leaned back in her seat, putting her feet up on the dash. She closed her eyes, and enjoyed the way the car thrummed under her. Beside her, Aimee's fingers had moved so that they were no longer drawing insensical patterns on Lilly's leg, but her tickling her, moving ever closer to Lilly's erotic center. Lilly laughed and captured Aimee's hand, bringing it up to her lips for a quick little kiss.
"Stop that, Aim. Not with Vincent around."
Aimee only smiled and kissed the side of Lilly's neck gently, making Lilly' laugh again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:34 pm
VIncent
Vincent wasn't paying attention to the girls just to the right of him, actually he was actively ignoring them. Lilly had thoroughly pissed him off and so he decided silence on his part would be better for the remainder of the trip. An hour later he felt a sharp pain spear through his head and he grimaced. He pulled off the freeway and down to a gas station. He pulled out a small coin bag and set it into Aimee's lap.
"Go get you two something to eat, I need to refuel." Vincent stumbled out of the truck and walked around to the tailgate, and sat down. His body flickered in the light as he struggled to control his glamor. He was running on reserves at the moment, even after gorging off of Aimee. Well they did ******** right after and then again and he didn't feed then. Now he was powering a ton and a half truck. His eyes wandered around the small gas station and they alighted on a girl, sitting alone. Bingo.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 6:37 pm
Aimee Lynne Cox
"Don't kill anyone."
Aimee and Lilly trudged off into the slimy gas station. While Aimee paroused the snacks, Lilly disappeared into the restroom. She grabbed a handful of bags of chips and Little Debby snack cakes; enough to keep an elephant up on a sugar high for some days. Vincent will hate us for it. Aimee grinned at the thought and paid for the food. She carried the bags back to the truck, ignoring the set of female feet pressed up against a passenger window in the car near theirs. Classy Vincent. She tossed the stuff into the passenger seat and perched on the edge, waiting Lilly to return.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:34 pm
Vincent
Vincent left the girl in a tangle of clothing and frizzed up hair. She was knocked out now, and wouldn't wake for an hour or so. He had used a different version of himself, cause he had basically used force rather than persuasion. He wiped his mouth clean as he walked up to the truck, only Aimee was there. Vincent looked back to gas station with a slightly concerned face.
"Where is your better half?" Vincent started towards the main building, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"How long have you two been apart?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:07 pm
Aimee Lynne Cox
"She is in the bathroom. She's only been in there for about ten minutes. It's not been that long at all. She will be out presently."
Aimee laid back in the seat, staring up at the roof of the inside of the cabin in the truck. She was not worried; what would happen to a college girl in a gas station restroom? She and Lilly were not much to partake of the horror genre in movies, or else she would've been much more worried.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 5:00 pm
Vincent
Vincent moved slowly, back towards the truck, though this was a fake of him.
"I'm gonna go get water." This faked image of him turned and moved quickly, catching up to the real him and then entering the store, but vanished. Vincent actually entered the woman's loo and started looking, he was invisible at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 9:03 pm
Lillian "Lilly" Uckelman
Aimee sighed. He's a b*****d sometimes. Why doesn't he believe me? Lilly for her part was taking her time in the bathroom, figuring that ten more minutes to journey wouldn't make much of a difference. She fluffed her hair in the mirror and raised a hand to her face, long, slender fingers, fingers that would glide beautifully over a piano keyboard or with a paint brush. Lilly squinted slightly into the mirror, inspected a spot of her jaw, touched it with a probing finger.
"Pimple."
There was of course, nothing there. She turned suddenly, feeling that she wasn't alone in the room any more. Lilly found nothing of course, for her troubles. She turned away, a gentle frown on her lips.
"Spooky."
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