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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:59 am
Kir couldnt help but crack a grin as he swallowed the last piece of his 'meal'. His boy was drunk, drunk on three mouthfuls of cheap crystal vodka. He would have to remember this, when that kid was healed enough to be some fun, he'd get him plastered, just to see the effects. He'd most likely either be an angry or a touchy-feely drunk, and either way, Kir was gonna love it.
He brushed his hands together scattering a few crumbs over the lino, then wiped his hands on the towel still hanging precariously from his hips, and pushed himself to standing from where he had been leaning on the counter.
He padded over the floor, damp feet sticking a little as he went over the sparse plasticy tiles of the kitchen before hitting cold concrete, he knelt in front of Kodiak and raised his eyebrow just a little, before reaching forward and pulling the bottle from the others hand. Like taking a bottle from a baby with a soft pop.
He shook his head.
"You really are a little lightweight aint cha?" he asked lowly "Maybe I should start calling you feather" he commented "since you refuse to tell me your name"
He reached forward to place a wide hand on the others head and ruffled his hair a little- he couldnt say why, but it pleased him.
"What d'you think?" he asked, wanting a rise out of the little enemy.
He already knew he was going to like having someone else around in the flat to talk to, not thinking about the other types of fun they were gonna have, interrogation, teasing, a little bullying, oh yeah. It was all on the agenda.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 8:55 am
Kodiak's eyes narrowed in drunken speculation when the other male grinned, trying to figure out what was so amusing to get him to smile like that. Did he really like having an enemy gang member locked up and captive in his own home? Then again... that wouldn't exactly surprise him, although his mind was still too hazy to try and make any kind of groundbreaking discoveries at the moment.
His blue eyes followed the gang lord as Kir approached him again, eyes darting down to the damp towel he wore around his waist before the vodka was removed from his hand. A little pout crossed over his lips then, but otherwise he said nothing. Drunk or not, he wasn't stupid enough to not know that this guy was his enemy, and therefore he would not show any kind of weakness in front of him... Although that resolution was made difficult by the vodka running through his system.
Kodiak scowled at the male when he spoke again, mentioning calling him by some random name. "My name's Kodiak," he slurred, not really caring that he had been so resilient earlier about his name. A grin spread across his own lips then and he leaned forward, the chains rattling as he shifted his foot. His arms wrapped around Kir's neck and he smiled again.
"But I suppose you can call me whatever you want."
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 5:41 am
Kir was more than a little taken aback as the kid managed to get to his feet, and for the split second before he hugged him, Kir was certain he had gotten his fight back, that the fire in Kodiak (as he had just been told, and yes Kir would be smug about that little trick for a while) hadn’t sputtered out as he had hit the pavement that last time. Of course, Kir was sure that the other wouldn’t give up so easily, as soon as he got his strength back and that gash marring the base of his skull had healed a little- he would be back on fighting form. Any which way- a hug? He had not been expecting that.
Despite himself, he flinched a little as the other grasped clumsily around his form. “You can call me whatever you like” the kid let slip softly from his lips, as he looked up at Kir with big blurry eyes. Alcohol was a killer for this one evidently, and hell but it sure asked a few questions about the kid’s state of mind.
Kir decided not to say anything for a while, only tilted his head to look down at the boy clinging to his very-almost-naked frame, and raised one questioning eyebrow. He made no move to touch the other, but made no attempt to get away either. In the back of his mind, Kir had planned on messing around with this one a little anyway- but so willingly and so soon? He wondered if it were even worth it. The challenge was always half the fun.
“Can I indeed?” he asked eventually, his voice low and purring but edged softly with sarcasm- he was going to push all the buttons in sight and see what the outcome was. “Boy” he finished with on an afterthought, curling his lip as he let the name slip from his tongue.
He imagined that in the morning, when Kodiak had both a hangover tenfold (thanks to the blood still wet at the back of his head) he was either going to have concussion, or regret this little move with sickening clarity- either way, torturing the other about it was gonna be a hoot and a half. Push, push the little buttons, see what fun comes out...
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 3:37 pm
Kodiak was having difficulty remaining steady, his legs still sore from the run earlier. His knees shook under his weight, and he could barely feel the foot that had the chain around the ankle. If he had been in a proper state of mind, the male probably would have sat down to hoard his energy for a time when it was more called for. Now, however, his mind was a bit jumbled from the alcohol and therefore he was less likely to make rational decisions that he wouldn't regret later. Damn him and his low tolerance of alcohol...
The Sun member swayed a bit on his feet, blue eyes half closed as he looked up at the opposing gang member. Oh, if the others could see him now... But they couldn't, so he simply ignored that half thought, not even bothering to think of how they would react. To him, the other members didn't even exist now, his brain was so screwed up. At least the pain in the back of his head wasn't so hard to deal with anymore, that was one good thing in a swarm of many bad ones.
A little frown spread over his lips, as if trying to figure out why Kir had repeated his words. That frown twisted slightly into a scowl, though, and he let go of the other member to lean back against the wall again, finding it too difficult to remain on his feet. "I still don' like being called that, though," he slurred, scowling up at the other male from his place where he slid back onto the floor.
ooc;;Kinda short, sorries D:
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 12:40 pm
Kir smiled softly as the other slipped from his grasp, sinking naturally. He was going to call the other whatever the hell he liked, and he liked 'boy'.
Shame though, the other had been acting oh-so-friendly- he would have to try and coax that little personality trait out of the other again at some point, even if it took a whole lot more booze. Then again, he was going to tease the other mercilessly about it all either way.
He wondered for a moment, looking directly down at the other, all bloodied and battered, just what it was that they were going to do with Kodiak. Keep him here yes. Torture him? Possibly. There wasnt anything exact at that moment that they wanted from the Sun, the Roses had taken Kodiak as a warning, as a sign of power, and if possible, to turn his alliance, though that might just be a personal side project of Kir's.
He stepped away from the other, wandering across the room, his feet were relativly dry now, was was the rest of him, and the concrete was cold against his feet. He was glad for a moment to step onto the groggy carpet that inhabited the middle of the room. It was brown, but was probably cream once, and held a stain or two here and there. It was placed neatly between the old television set and the sofa. Kir walked on, to where a pair of jeans and a wife beater lay drying over a pull up bar in the corner, he allowed his towel to drop to the floor, casting it off with one hand, and grabbing his jeans with the other. He pulled on the grey pants easily enough and slipped them up over his hips before zipping and buttoning shut, then scratching at his stomach for a moment, pulled on the shirt. It fit perfectly to his abs, and had a hole or two near the collar, more than a little worse for ware.
For all the gang's powers, neither the Sun nor the Thorns were particularly wealthy.
Kir stopped to look around the room for a moment, before stooping to pick up his towel, he paused, and then rolled it into a rectangular shape, and walked back with it to where Kodiak was sat, he placed the towel on the floor, as damp as it still was, and pushed on Kodiak's shoulder, coaxing him to lie down, using the towel as a pillow. It was as good as the other was going to get, at least for now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:44 pm
Kodiak's entire weight was being supported by the wall behind him, head lolled off to the side as he looked up at the male standing above him with scrutinizing eyes. It was hard to scrutinize when you were drunk, but he thought he managed fairly well. His head was starting to hurt again, even with the alcohol he'd consumed. It was a slower throbbing, but it was pain nonetheless, making him groan and raise a hand to press against his forehead, even though the pain wasn't there exactly.
The male's mind was still extremely groggy and fuzzy from the booze, and for a few moments he couldn't remember why his head hurt. Then, however, slowly it came to him and he scowled, briefly becoming angry with Kir once again. The bleeding had stopped, he hoped, anyways. The urge to close his eyes and slip into sleep was extremely tempting..
The sound of clothes shifting over skin reached his ears, but they were muted and hard to make out. Kodiak was dazed, and slowly gravity took control of him again and drew him down to the floor. There was a bloody smear on the wall from where his head had rested against it from earlier and now. His scalp was still just barely bleeding, oozing more than anything really. It only took him a few moments to curl up on the floor with his arm as a pillow, feeling oddly tired despite having been knocked out for a good while earlier after their little tussle.
With his head still throbbing, he glanced up as Kir approached and shoved a towel under his head. It was much more comfortable than his arm, he noticed, and Kodiak mumbled a quiet thank you before his eyes closed and he fell into a somewhat light, alcohol induced sleep.
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:05 pm
((OMG your sig is made of PURE win...such a great costume pet))
Kir barely noticed as his prisoner slipped into sleep. He didn't care if the other had passed out into unconsciousness or into slumber, either way, if he wasn't awake, he wasn't making any sound or much movement, and Kir could, for the time pretend he was not there; though as he walked past he living area to the kitchen, he couldnt help but smirk at the small form on the floor, curled up like that he could almost imagine he was some sort of pet. He filled his hands with water from the tap and drank deep, splashing the rest over his face before crossing to the bed, and without even removing his shirt, flopped himself onto the slightly meagre excuse for a mattress and fell into his own deep sleep. He slept as he walked and talked, big. His limbs sprawled wide across the sheets, seeming a richer honey colour against the paleness of the bedding.
It was early morning when Kir woke, he rose with the ease of a man on a mission of some kind, rubbing a hand over his head and face, and stretching out overused muscles with a slight grimace, but no sound of pain. He flattened his shirt with one hand as he used deodorant with the other. He sat on the bed and forced on his worn boots and laced them with harsh precision. He crossed the room to the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the fridge and two apples, one he bit into, holding into place with his teeth as he deposited the others on the ground next to a still sleeping invalid boy that he had brought to his flat the night before. He picked up a set of keys from the table and walked out of the door, letting it close shut softly on the latch.
It was a long day of buisiness for Kir and the day itself was as hot as the day before, if not more so. By ten, he had been told of the murder of two more of their fringe gang members, people they were supposed to protect,. By eleven he was sure that the revenge operations would be a success, there would be no blood involved, only deception- the closing down of shops local and dear to to the Black Sun. By twelve Kir had a headache. By one, he had remembered to send a doctor to his apartment with a key, and a promise to breath nothing of a word to anyone, including those in the Thorn. The gang members were all too aware that Kir held a hostage, no one has asked him a thing, but there was an atmosphere in the air of the warehouse, something between excitement and fear. Nothing like this had been done before. To turn a gang member against their own? It would be something akin to mastery, an art. If they believed anyone could do such a thing, it would be Kir. Strong, fearless, loveless.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:45 am
A mixture of the previous day's strenuous events and the alcohol that had long since faded out of his system kept the younger boy asleep for much longer than the gang leader. Kodiak had curled up into the fetal position, one arm tucked under the towel he was using as a makeshift pillow, the other hand holding onto a corner of it. Every so often he would make a little noise in his sleep, or shift, but other than that he stayed completely still. Only the soft rising and falling of his chest was evidence that he still lived. He hadn't fallen into a concussion, either, which was probably lucky for Kir seeing as they wouldn't be able to get any kind of information out of him if he was out cold for goodness knows how long.
Kodiak slept until well after noon, only waking up when he heard the jiggling of a lock in the door. The noise went almost unnoticed, until he remembered where he was and just what had happened the day before.
Almost just as quickly as he'd fallen asleep, Kodiak jerked awake, sitting up quickly and looking towards the door. He soon regretted this rash movement, as he had a pounding headache from the vodka he'd drank the night before and was slightly dizzy. A little groan escaped him as he pressed the palm of one hand to his forehead, before shifting uncomfortably, noticing that Kir wasn't home. Was that who was coming in..? He swallowed nervously, shifting again and wincing as foot with the chain around the ankle tingled and stung. The blood flow had been cut off for a while... The back of his head didn't hurt so much, but he had to pee really badly and the rest of his body was still sore. Not to mention the fact that he was stuck in enemy territory. Not just enemy territory, either, but the freaking gang leader's home!
Carefully, Kodiak watched the door, leaning back against the wall and ignoring the apple that had been set there, probably by Kir. His stomach was gurgling, sure, but he didn't think he'd be able to eat right now. He felt queasy and, because he had fuzzy memories from the night before AND a headache, his mind was quick to come up with the worst sort of scenarios.
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