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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:50 pm
>The Ox and the Farm-boy
Type: Solo (Part II) Damn runt! Who did that kid think he was? No one got away with stealing from the model before and they sure as hell weren't now!
"Thief! get back here, you little urchin!"
Pretty lame, but just how many things can one say when they're barreling full speed down the sidewalk under enough heat to char-broil ground beef? Not much, especially if you just happened to be blonde to boot.
The deviant ahead leered dangerously over his shoulder, right before his hips swiveled and he went ducking down another alley. Kin growled in frustration as he had to double back and follow, especially when his hat blew off. He was thankful that his hair wasn't long, because it would have only been a nuisance now.
Up ahead, the kid was beginning to scale a chain-link fence with his prize clenched determinedly between his teeth. However, just as he was nearing the top, Kin managed to grab hold of his ankle.
"Got ya, ******** boy snarled his response, clinging hard to the fence before he jammed his foot back into the model's left eye. The shades crumbled with a snap, causing Kin to yelp and let go. The boy tossed himself the rest of the way over the fence. He bounced as he landed, the soles of his shoes flopping oddly as he turned to face Kin.
His oddly glowing green eyes were wide, though, fearful. The phone, where was the...
Diago gagged, gripping his throat. He could feel the shape of the damn thing against his esophagus and the bile in his stomach churned. Please... he didn't want to die like this! God, he knew he should have headed back to the mansion. He had been welcome there before, and he'd had fun. Why he hadn't gone back in the first place... He just didn't want to so soon. Having to explain why he wouldn't go back home was a bit painful. He'd wanted to see how long he'd last without having to go back.
Now he was choking on a cellular phone. The blonde guy was scaling the fence, but even that golden hair was beginning to fade. Everything...faded./Exit consciousness When he awoke, he was floating. And above him? A blurred blonde-haired angel with... horns? Diago blinked away the muck that sleep brought, staring up into the golden eyes of his savior?.
"Hey, you're up." Kin greeted the boy, shifting him into a more comfortable position of his arms.
"Where...we goin'?" The bishonen rasped, stunned for a moment that the croak was actually his own. There was no fight in him at the moment, for he still felt drowsy.
"Somewhere special." Replied the model with a sly wink.
Diago did not expect that 'somewhere special' happened to be an ice cream parlor.
"So what do you think your parents would say if they knew you were parading the streets, stealing stranger's ******** off." The glare was hot enough to melt the strawberry sundae sitting in front of him. Kin shrugged, licking at his strawberry ice cream cone. Apparently he'd been the one to order for the pair.
"Let's start again, okay?" The model said patiently. "I'm Kin. What's your name."
The boy stared. He stared and stared and, finally, grabbed his spoon and shoved a large scoop of ice cream into his mouth. "Diago." He replied, a bit of his mouthful dripping out most unbecomingly onto the table.
"I'm glad you like that. Your throat is pretty sore from that whole ordeal, isn't it?" The other smiled.
"What happened? Did ya get it out?"
"No, when I tried to do the heimlich on you, you swallowed it. You started breathing afterwards, so I just left it."
"I swallowed it?"
"That's what I said."
Diago glared at the blonde man, who smiled back in nothing less than a friendly manner.
"Can I ask you something else? What's with the gloves?"
"For good grip."
"And that hat?"
Diago repositioned his hat thoughtfully, which proclaimed 'OMG' to whoever happened to be looking at the back of his head at the moment. "Good looks," he said finally.
Kin chuckled, chewing on a chunk of strawberry that had been lodged in the ice cream. "Well, I think I'll walk you home. Your parents owe me about two hundred dollars. I don't want any more innocent people to be mugged, either."
"Can't go home." Diago angrily shoved more ice cream into his mouth.
"Ran away?" Kin guessed, knowing he'd hit the mark when the boy quickly swallowed. "Ah. Guess that means we'll be taking a trip to the police station. I have to report a theft."
Emerald eyes narrowed dangerously, as if Diago was really considering running away now.
"No? Tell you what..." The blonde gave the boy a once-over. "If you come home with me, I won't say a thing."
"Why would I do that?" Diago scoffed, eying the stranger warily.
"I want my phone back. The least you could do would be to stick around long enough to see if it'll come back out."/The Ox and the Farm-boy (Part II)
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:11 pm
>The Ox and the Farm-boy
Type: Solo (Part III: Final) "Woah. Pretty big place."
"Nice, isn't it?" Kin smirked, tossing a set of keys into the air while he closed the door, catching them soon afterwards.
Diago ignored him for a moment, currently occupied in taking in the whole place. The ceiling was high for a one-story, and it was just... so clean. He'd never be so clean. Wait a minute...
Why was he even here? He glanced over his shoulder to the model, who tossed up his keys, spun a 360, clapped twice, then caught them. The bishounen scowled, rolling his eyes.
"Are you always like this?" The blonde seemed entirely different from the outside world. More playful- more human. And more vulnerable, judging by the way Kin slumped back against the door, dizzy.
"You'll just have to find out." Kin had answered when he was back to his senses. "Well, let me be the one to give you the grand tour of my summer house, Diago." Summer house?!
He wasn't really concentrating on what Kin said, even as the blonde bullied him about the place, pointing out what he was and wasn't allowed to touch and where he couldn't go when the owner of the house wasn't around.
Big back yard, he noted, as they passed the glass door in the back, overlooking a small field of grass that sloped down to the muddy shore of the lake. He hadn't had anywhere to swim last time!
"Here. This'll be your room."
"There's... nothing here." Diago squinted at the room, which was hardly bigger than the one he'd left. The floors were carpeted with white (THAT'D soon change if he was really staying here) and in the far corner, there sat a bed. Nothing more. Indeed, there was a small walk-in closet, but that too was likely to be bare.
"Not yet." Kin smirked down at him, gesturing to the bed. "This is a guest room. Or, it was. Big enough for you?"
"There's nothing here."
The blonde frowned slightly, setting a hand on the kid's shoulder. Diago shrugged it, hoping to dislodge it, but was promptly whipped around and pushed across the hall. "Well, now this... This is the game room. If you need to be entertained, you just head over here."
The 'gameroom' was the same size as his, but it was much more populated. A bean-bag chair colored an obnoxious shade of purple sat before an impressive television set, which had, lined in front of it... every game system he knew.
Xbox, Gamecube, Super Nin, N64, PS2, Dreamcast... Well, okay, no Xbox360. Still. A lot more than what he'd had. There was a desk and computer set up at the far end and one of those spiny chairs.
"Well? Impressed yet? There's all sorts of games for the systems in those plastic shelves over there. You'll just have to see what I've got. There's a few gameboys, too. I think. I've been collecting these... forever." Kin nodded to himself, studying the room somewhat proudly.
"... You don't have anything to do outside?"
Kin gaped at the boy somewhat, stunned. Here was most boy's wet dream and the bratling wanted to go outside and sweat?! The model mouthed at air -much like a goldfish, Diago noted- before he finally just shook his head. "There's no pleasing you, is there?"
"Is that a 'no'?"
"Yes, it is." The man ran his hands through his hair and mumbled to himself, sighing. "I'll get you something to play. Better yet..." He eyed the boy with one, mischievous gold eye. "We need to take you shopping. Then we can pick you up anything you need on the way."
Diago scowled softly, tossing his head and turning away. "Really?"
"Sure!" Kin smiled after the kid. "We'll do it tomorrow, alright? There's no way I'll get to work like this..." He pressed his sun-burnt cheek. Diago didn't saw anything, just slid forward into the room that had been announced as his and closed the door behind him. Until then.//The Ox and the Farmboy
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 3:20 pm
>Diary
Type: Entry Huh.
So I'm stuck with this weird, rich guy who must've failed at everything else in life, right? Tried living on the streets and swallowed a phone. Guess that's what I get... for stealing it. But really! It's not as if Richy Rich here couldn't have bought himself another one with his pocket change.
Forgot his name. Kel? Kevin...? Kin. Right. Something stupid like that. Anyways, I don't like him. At least, I don't think I do...
He did save me, or at least he was carrying me when I passed out earlier. Then he gave me ice cream and yeah, that was pretty good. Even though he made me eat it! He did! The guy seems so two-sided...
Okay, so maybe I don't know what to think of him. What's it matter? As long as I have a place to stay, I guess it's okay; I'll put up with him. Oh yeah, the house is HUGE! I wonder what he does? Haven't asked. Probably won't.
You know, journal, I think it's time I took advantage of the situation and just let this rich guy waste his money on me. I deserve it, don't I? I wonder what everyone over at DT's is up to? Maybe I can somehow ditch this guy for a little while and head there?
Eh, alright. I'll stay. And if the guy tries to do anything funny, I'll just steal some of his s**t and leave.
Diago
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 6:09 pm
>Diary
Type: Entry Went shopping today with Richy Rich, just like he promised he would. So he kept his word once? Whatever.
Bought some clothes, but practically nothing I wanted to wear. The pants he got me are nice enough, but the shirts are really tight. They're designer-brand things and, honestly, I could rip natural holes in everything for less. He also got me a few dress-shirts, which are better but not by much. I think I'll find some scissors and go to work on those sleeves...
I did manage to snag a few t-shirts, because I told him I would be going outside in nice clothes if he didn't.
Also got some other things- namely a bat, a few baseballs, and a soccer ball. I refuse to stay cooped up in this place no matter how spacious it is. I can tel Kin is trying his best to be nice to me, but I'm sure it'll only last until he gets his phone back or something... Which is disgusting. I think a walk is just what I need. A walk by that lake out there would probably be the best way to think over what I'm going to do. Who knows how long I'll be here for, right?
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 5:08 pm
words of Warning It has been a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 3 days to make a post up to my standards, or Diago will be taken away from you.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 3:37 am
>Bonding? Er...
Type: Solo Kin blinked as he passed Diago in the hall one morning. Maybe he was a bit sleepy but... was his adopted now as high as his chin? He�d let it all but slip by that morning to forfeit it to the thoughts of fame and fortune over orange-juice. However, when the young man came drifting, shirtless, into the kitchen that morning, his muddled thoughts were confirmed.
Diago had grown and he hadn'�t even noticed. The other had been playing outside so much... How could he have? Now he was coming for breakfast... or so Kin assumed. The hiss of the skillet soon presented itself, but the model didn't comment. He was curious- watching as the other male routinely smacked an egg on the corner of the pan and split the shell just over the hot surface. The yolk hissed its protest, and the green-haired teen seemed to be absorbed with it.
"�You never told me you could cook."� Kin commented, amused. His fingers thrummed against the glass of orange juice as he waited for a response.
"�I can�t.�" Diago grunted simply, though smirked to himself as he snagged up a spatula set nearby. �"But I can make a decent breakfast, I guess... Good grilled-cheese.�"
�"Well, that counts as cooking,"� Said the model, who couldn�'t cook if his life depended on it. "�Who taught- nevermind. You gonna let me have a bite?�"
�"The last time I let you '�have a bite'�, there was nothing left for me.�" The teen snorted softly, sending a half-glare over his shoulder. The blonde man simply shrugged and grinned, guilty as charged. �"...You like �'em scrambled or over easy?�"
�"Sunny-side up, please. I like them golden.�" Huh. No s**t? �"So... what�s on the agenda today?�"
The sound Diago replied with wasn�'t a word, but was easily understood. �'Iunno'� was probably the best way to describe it. "�Well... we could do something in the backyard. Play catch or something.�"
�"Don'�t you think I'�m a little too old for that?�" The guardian couldn�t tell if the other was kidding or not. Still, he smirked.
�"Do /you/ think you�re too old for it? Thank you."� He recieved the eggs with a slight leer, prodding with his fork until the yolk oozed. "�It wouldn'�t hurt, would it? Besides, it�s not good to play with yourself all the time.�"
"�Shut it."� The bishounen warned, sitting down opposite from the model before he worked on shoving food in his mouth. Note to self- teach Diago some ettiquette. "�I... guess you could be the pitcher. If you start whining about getting sunburned, you�'re out.�"
�"Riiight."� The adult rolled a bit of egg around in his mouth thoughtfully. The boy was beginning to open up to him, though he didn'�t seem to notice it. At least he wasn�t as defensive as he had been. Kin just wished he�d be able to find someone else to play with soon- someone the kid�s own age or something.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 10:33 pm
>Diago, Sauda, and Baseball
Type: RP
Bloody Anubis
Tsunake He wasn�t allowed to be at here. He was going to get in trouble. He didn�t care.
A harsh, cracking sound ripped through the air as a tiny white ball was sent sailing into the atmosphere. The boy behind the bat grinned to himself, watching it clear the fence. However, he didn�t have much time to congratulate himself. Brought to life by strands of extension chords and an underground outlet, a ball-distributor whirred and clicked to announce a reloading. Another ball was shot forward, and the teen swung, muscles flexing.
This time, he was swinging at air, and the metal fence behind him trembled with its new catch. Strike two. Diago spat to his side and adjusted his hat as the machine repositioned its neck. Curve ball, the bishounen decided, smirking as the ball was spat. The tattered fabric of his gray shirt stretched again as he swung. Yet another smacking sound issued. It was just another evening out of the house, this time near a school he didn�t know, on their baseball field. High school kids got out earlier than all the other ones, so here he was. The only thing that was his was the metal bat in his hand, but it wasn�t as if he wouldn�t clean up when he was finished. If no one came out and tried chasing him off, that was.
The bat smacked home plate idly, tossing up the orange dirt of the field while the young menace prepared for the next pitch.The young girl was nearly a mental wreck, her first day of school ending in shambles--with the added bonus of her giving that kid a bloody nose. She was upset, and angry rather than sad. Though she had debated crying, Sauda had firmly decided against it, finding that anger made her feel much stronger. Her earlier lamentations about her skin color were forgotten; she would not change who she was simply because those, those assholes had called her stuff. Sauda refused to let herself think of the word, her rage blazing white-hot when she remembered what they had called Tsunake. Tsunake wasn't even her real mom, and Sauda knew that she wasn't a whore. Tsunake liked reading stuff about men doing weird things to other men--like making out and stuff. Only when she thought she was alone though. Sauda had gotten good about finding where her mom hid her weirdo magazines.
The green-haired lass had been walking for what felt like ever now, having missed the bus due to her little incident. She had set off in one direction, only to realize she was going the wrong way, and had to double back. A crack split the silence, causing her to look up curiously. A baseball, screaming through the air as it soared without any sign of stopping. Bright eyes settled on the baseball field, realizing who it was. Oh yeah, that crazy guy. The one who Tsunake had tried to kill for first, smacking a baseball at her by accident, and then using Sauda as a hostage.
He had been sorta funny. Sorta scary, but funny.
Certainly not willing to call out to him, (She didn't even know his name) the tween headed down the slight hill, stopping outside the metal fence of the baseball diamond. She seemed content enough to watch him swing, her fingers hooking into the little holes within the fence. This was the first time she had ever gotten so close to another kid (ish) willingly...Sauda didn't have any friends whatsoever. Not wanting to disturb him, she stayed quiet, sliding her backpack off her shoulders and setting it in the dirt before returning her attention to the guy with the hat.He shouldn't really be out this late- should have at least checked in at home before coming here. Kin might be worried about him, and yet Diago was almost sure he wasn't. The model had other things to worry about, such as primping himself or stepping all over the poor little man that dared to label himself 'manager'. The teen didn't honestly know why he was still going home to that place, but he was. Once he was sweating and exhausted from his daily activities, it was always that little house by the lake he drug himself back to. The farm didn't want him there anymore. At least Richie Rich (as he so fondly referred to the blonde as in his mind) always greeted him when he did return, and attempted conversations. Kin tried- he'd at least give the man that much.
He wouldn't notice when Sauda approached right away. Another ball would be sent careening into the fence on the side that would have signaled a foul in any real game.
'Why don't you join your school's team?' The blonde had asked him, and he had merely snorted. He wasn't joining any team to play with people he barely knew. And no, he did not want to get to know anyone. He wasn't going to play in a team... this season. Unless that dumb a** of a guardian decided to sign him up. Sounded like something he'd do. He was already on the PTA. Diago didn't like Kin's way of pushing into his life no matter what, and it pissed him off even more that the model wasn't even really prying. He'd yet to ask the boy about where he came from, or about where he went daily. For all Kin knew, he was out getting drugged up and rubbing up against little boys on the bus.
Since when was there a tree over there? The small mixture of green and brown drew his own oddly colored eyes to it. No, this was too small to be a tree... It was a little girl. Big, pale green eyes were staring right at him. Diago turned towards her, shoulders suddenly hunching defensively. Nearby the machine spat another ball over the plate. Strike three. You're out.
The teen turned away from her, nudging a chord nearby with his foot. The mechanical pitcher died, giving him no worries now about getting hit in the a**. His neon green eyes swept over and found her familiar indeed. This girl had both saved him some trouble as well as caused it. What was she doing here?
Unsure of what to do at first, the male shifted the bat from one hand to the other. "Dug-out's right there." He told her, pointing with the thing towards the structure not too far from her. It'd lead inside the field, or at least give her somewhere to sit. "And there's a ball out around there. Pick it up, eh?"
Then he turned away from her, walking towards the fence behind him to pick up the balls he'd missed. He needed to reload the machine anyways.Sauda had completely forgotten about the time, as well as the fact that her guardian would be ripping heads off in an attempt to find her. When the teen had suddenly turned to look at her after fouling, his shoulders bunching up, she simply tilted her head slightly, not intimidated enough to step back. The ball smacked into the net, but he hadn't even moved to hit it, watching her instead. She glanced at the machine as it hummed softly before turning off, then settled her eyes back on the teenager. Did he remember her?
Blinking, she glanced at the dug-out when he pointed at it, then back at him, not saying a word. Nodding, Sauda scampered around the gate, sprinting across the field and skittering into the dug-out. Finding the ball, which had rolled under one of the benches, she retrieved it, scuttling back out to trot towards him, holding both hands out to give it to him.
"You hit well." Sauda informed him quietly, not at all afraid of him. Nope, he'd been nice to her after he'd set her down and ran off. Mom didn't like him much, but he didn't seem mean at all. Not like those boys from earlier. Diago himself was scanning the area, searching for any signs of silver. The brown-haired woman with the animal ears hadn't been quite as vicious as the gray-haired lady with the nails had been. That meant the little girl he picked up was probably hers. If she was anywhere in sight, he'd probably jump the fence and head home. Luckily, no such insane woman was in sight.
He was dropping balls back into the top of the machine when the girl had run out. One slightly calloused hand extended towards the ball, eyes resting on the top of the little girl's head when she gave the compliment. "Thanks, kid. All in the wrist." And in the constant practice.
His fingers plucked the ball from her hands easily and deposited in the machine deftly, then lifted idly to pull at the front of his hat. "That your school?" He tilted his chin towards the school up the hill. Diago wasn't really a mean boy, but no longer very friendly, either. He was no bully, though.Ohh, Tsunake wouldn't be hiding in wait for Diago. It wasn't really her style. Maybe she'd unleash Alena on him, but she'd do it in plain sight. Nope, the woman was most likely at home, waiting for Sauda. After witnessing the girl's displeasure at having to go to school, this would be one of the last places that she'd look for her.
Sauda seemed interested enough in how the machine worked, watching at how he put the balls back through a hole in the top, where they disappeared out of sight. So they'd come back out through the weird tube-like thing in the center...Blinking, Sauda glanced at his wrists, then at her own, obviously comparing the two to see if there was any difference. Well. His were thicker.
At the mention of school, she frowned, glancing at the forlorn building standing on the top of the hill. "Not anymore." She responded simply enough, not pleased to be reminded of the incident. "I don't need school." Not if there were people like that there. "....Do you go to school?" She tipped her head to the side again, curious. He was bigger than Tsunake, and she didn't go to school....A brow was quirked as she looked towards the school and told him it was no longer where she went. That was odd. Was she going to skip every day or something? Was she home-schooling? "When did you decide that? You know everything now?" He questioned, more or less amused.
"Yeah, I do." Unfortunately. "I just get out earlier than you would." There. The machine was filled well enough. He caught her checking his wrists and kept a smirk to himself, stepping back a little. His feet were set a little bit apart from one another, and now he took the bat in both hands, right hand over the left.
"If you only use your arms, you'll probably hit a grounder. That's when it smacks the ground and gives the pitcher an easy out." He demonstrated, moving his arms to swing the thing in a rather brunt motion, as if about to club the machine before him. It was stopped before then of course. "If you use your wrists, you're more likely to send it flying. Bases loaded, crowd yowlin'."
He flicked the black hat around so it now shaded his eyes. His foot lightly tapped up dirt when the bat was brought back, then sent arching forth, careening towards the machine. However, the bat came to a halt before the distributer, Diago smirking slightly as he flicked his wrists and had it tap the machine. "Grand slam- outta the park."
Then he dropped the bat again to his side, readjusting his hat, realizing he'd gotten a little carried away. "I don't need school either, but I still gotta go."Sauda frowned at him, looking quite stern for a twelve-year-old. "I decided it when those boys called me and my mommy stuff." She would most likely go home and tell Tsunake that she wasn't going back--and if she was still forced to go, the girl would probably try ditching....but she didn't know exactly where she could go. Maybe to Catzi's house.
"Oh." So big kids had to go to school too. Well, she was almost a big kid; she hadn't hit thirteen yet, but she was close. She kept her disappointment to herself, instead focusing on his feet and arms. He had taken up the bat again, and was demonstrating. Sauda flinched; she thought he was gonna smack the machine as hard as he had hit the ball.
Mentally, the green-haired lass memorized what a grounder was, and that it was a bad thing. No one wanted to get out and lose. Despite her interest in video games, Sauda seemed to be just as interested in being taught about baseball. Another wince when he swung it hard, shoulders hunched up to her ears as though to block the nasty sound it would make. "Is it hard?" She questioned.
When the boy had lowered the bat once more, fixing his hat, (it looked just fine to her...) Sauda shuffled her feet in the dirt, watching it for a moment. "...Does your mom make you go too?" "Eh?" He listened to her explanation and frowned slightly. So she was getting teased in school? That was nothing really new to him. He'd grown up on a farm in the beginning, and thus he had been penalized by those who knew. 'Do you take the bus or does your mommy drive you here on a tractor?' Yeah, he'd been called all sorts of things, and been accused of being poor. He didn't like it either, but... he hadn't run away. "Sticks and stones, kid. They're just words. You've got 'em too, ya know."
He blinked slightly when asked if it was hard, rolling his shoulders. "Not for me." Not anymore. "You wanna try?" His head jerked slightly towards the field-house that sat beside one of the dug-outs. The door was hanging open there, and somewhere along the wall, a lock lay undone. No, he had not beat the thing off... but he'd picked it. Hey, before he was in the house he was in now, he was running around DT's mansion with tons of hooligans, not to mention he'd been wandering the streets for a while.
Did his...? "No. I don't have a mom." He told the girl, wiping at his forehead. He hadn't had a mother since he left the farm. Damn. What was Kin, anyways? "My...um... housemate makes me go. And his agent drives me there every morning.""They can't get called a ****** though." She told him, arms folding across her chest. Sticks and stones...everyone knew that stupid thing didn't work. Or maybe she just was bad at using it; it didn't work for her. It had been unlike her to freeze up like that in a bad situation, but those kids hadn't been like Lucien at all...Lucien was almost fun to fight with. And her mom had been there to stop it, if anything.
A blink, and the girl went quiet, staring at the bat for a moment. Then, she bobbed her head once, holding her right hand out to take the bat. It looked heavy, despite how easily he handled it. She shouldn't stay long though, she had enough sense to know that. Tsunake would be worried about her.
He didn't have a mom? Her hand paused, eyes flicking up to his face curiously. "Housemate?" Oh. Ohh. Like those guys in Mommy's books. "Oh, I see." She understood now. "Do you two kiss a lot?" It was a simple, curious question; she had been so sheltered as a child, never introduced to kids her own age. Hadn't exactly done good things for her."Call them crackers, then. Or honky; whitey. There are all kinds of names for races." So maybe he wasn't going to be the best example for her. "There's gotta be something wrong with them, too. And if not? So what. They don't really have to be super fat to call them 'lard a**' or something. You get what I'm saying?"
Diago visibly blanched at the question, nearly dropping the bat. "K-kiss him?" His face flushed with the thought. "N-no! No way. I don't like to even stay in the same room as that b*****d." He shook his head quickly. Diago barely talked to Kin, much less kiss him. The thought was just crazy. "What the hell gave you that idea?"
Okay, calm down. The teen shook his head one more time before he attempted to carry on.
There were better bats for her in the storehouse, but he handed the bat to her, setting the handle in that awaiting hand. "If you're right-handed, grip the bottom of the handle with your left hand and then put your right hand over that." He demonstrated with his own hands. "And if you're left-handed, it's opposite. Go ahead and give it a couple practice swings if you can. If not, we can go get you a better one from that place over there.""Crackers?" Hmm. Well...Sauda shifted slightly, apparently satisfied with that. She could do that. "Yeah, I get it." She nodded, offering her first, shy smile at him. It was a good idea. Just because Diago wasn't exactly a good influence didn't mean that she minded at all. It gave her an idea of where to start out on defending herself.
Realizing she made a mistake, the girl backed off slightly, blinking at his reaction. Oookay...but...that wasn't how all the pretty girly-boys in Mommy's books acted. Oh well. "You said you were houesmates...boys don't stay in the same house unless they like kissing each other, right..." She asked uncertainly, picking at her nails. "That's what they do in Mom's books anyway." Whoops.
She'd been right about the bat; it was heavy, but not to the point where she couldn't lift it. Struggling slightly to get a good grip on it, the tween did as she had been instructed. Glancing at Diago once for clarification, Sauda slid her left hand to the bottom, keeping the right on top. Hesitantly, she swung it a few times, the movement almost awkward. How did he make this look so easy...?"Yes, men can live in the same house without kissing." He shifted uncomfortably. Seeing the humor in it after she'd mentioned she'd read about it in her mother's books, he laughed. "Okay. So he's really more of my... father. He's older than me, and besides that? He's retarded. I think your ma has been reading a few fantasy books is all. Boys are usually supposed to kiss girls." Okay, so this kid's mom was a bit of a freak. That was okay. He wasn't about to inform her that boys kissed boys and girls kissed girls in about the same ratio as straight people nowadays. It wasn't his responsibility to straighten her out.
She was watched carefully as she swung, the teen nodding to himself. "Good job. Set your feet apart a little and bend you knees a bit. Then try stepping in when you swing with your right foot. It'll help you balance it a little better." The back of the machine was popped open easily, allowing him to slip out a couple balls. "Why don't you go stand at home plate over there and I'll pitch a couple to you. Maybe it'll be easier if you actually try to swing at something."
If she was genuinely interested, he had no problem teaching her. He was excited about baseball, and she was a nice enough kid.When the boy had laughed, Sauda felt a bit better; he looked rather upset when she had mentioned it. "Ohhh. Like...an adopted father? I was adopted." She nodded quietly, not ashamed of that fact. "They are?" Hm. Well, that was okay too. Sauda didn't really see any difference--some of the boys' in her Mom's books looked more like girls to her...She have to ask Tsunake about that later.
Not feeling like a complete idiot anymore, Sauda shifted her feet away from one another, allowing her knees to bend, giving another practice swing. Stepping forward did make it easier; she didn't feel like she was going to fall over anymore. "Kay." The girl trotted over to the white diamond plate, keeping the bat off the ground so it wouldn't drag. Then, shifting once, she moved back into position, keeping her eyes on Diago.
With any luck, she wouldn't get tackled out of the way of a speeding ball this time. Hopefully he wouldn't throw so hard either; the machine had been spitting the balls at him awfully fast..."Yeah, exactly like that." He replied, figuring he wouldn't try to complicate it anymore. Kin had taken him in on... odd circumstances, but it did technically count as adopting him. The model did treat him like a son, more or less... or like a pet, considering the clothes that man tried to get him to wear. "Yeah. Usually in movies it's boy and girl."
Diago wasn't insensitive. He knew damn well if he pitched like the ball distributor had, she'd probably end up with a black eye or bloody nose. He hadn't started out hitting these fast balls either. More like setting the ball on a fence post and hacking at it. When the girl was in place and in position, he shifted one ball into his right hand and lifted it up for her to see.
"Eyes on the ball." Done with that, he bent his arm back to his hip and tossed the ball slowly, underhand. The thing was sent at a small arching motion towards the plate, into batting path should she be able to swing it at the right time.Sauda seemed content with that answer; it made more sense that way. "Oh." Yeah, that was true. Tsunake had showed her a few Disney movies, and all of those, the princesses were in love with the guys. Well, she could deal with that. She was twelve; she hadn't really formed a solid opinion on anything. Except that the Nemesis was very frightening, and very amusing. She liked the giant, mutant monstrosity.
The girl kept her head up, grip tight on the bat as she lifted it up over her shoulder. Right, bent knees...feet apart...and step in to swing. When the ball soared towards her, she stepped forward--and missed. The ball bounced behind her in the dirt, and she glanced forlornly at it, then back at the teenager.
"...Can I try again?"Swing, miss. " 'course you can." He replied, a smile tugging at his lips. Another ball was passed into his right hand, though he did hold it up with his next sentence. "And this? It's not really a ball this time. It's one of those boys that called you a ******'s head. Let him have it."
That might help her aim, maybe. And if she didn't get it this time, they could try again. Hopefully she'd follow along with the suggestion, and not think him a total idiot. It might help her vent a little too if she was able to smack it. Again, he tossed the ball, shifting another ball for another throw.Sauda felt a small wave of relief pass through her; she didn't want him to think of her as a baby who couldn't hit a ball. Because she wasn't. When he stopped to hold up the ball however, she blinked, the bat tip dipping slightly as she straightened. One of those kids...? She could focus on hitting that. The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, feet sliding apart as she glared daggers at that stupid head.
When the teen threw the ball again, she forced herself to be patient, wanting to hit it as hard as she could instead of missing. Then, she swung, which as much strength as her twelve-year-old arms could manage. She bashed the living crap out of the thing, popping it straight up into the air. It would have been an easy out for anyone, but she didn't know that. Eyes were sparkling in glee, delightedly watching the ball fly through the air.That bat was really too heavy and too long for her, so it wasn't as if he expected her to become any Babe Ruth within the next few seconds. He missed sometimes too, and he was no baby!
Bright eyes watched the ball pop upwards, resisting the urge to just step forward and catch it. She looked so happy... "Good, good." He grinned towards her, tossing the next ball up and down. "This one's the one who called your mom names." He'd give her time to prepare while he drew his arm back for another toss, tongue running across a pair of lips beginning to chap. Unknown to the players, a sleek black porsche was parking downhill.
Kin tapped the steering wheel while he leaned forward, golden gaze trying to see farther up the hill. Well, that was Diago's bat from what he could tell, but the one swinging it was way too tan to be his adopted son. Not too mention they were short. Huh. Was... the teen actually playing with someone? The model shifted the car into park and stalled the engine, content to just watch curiously for the moment.
Diago smirked slightly, bringing his arm forth. Maybe the kid would be able to send this one flying over his head.Her little arms were already starting to ache from the bat, but at the mention that this was the kid that made her so angry, she willingly hefted it up again, eyes narrowed in concentration. She'd try to hit this one ever harder; no one insulted her Mommy. If only she had Alena with her at the time--that kid would have gotten his guts ripped out. The ball landed almost next to Diago's feet with a dull thump, and she felt another rush of success.
The dark-skinned girl didn't notice the car, focused on the ball with intent rapture. This was somehow more fun then video games; she didn't have to be all sneaky when she played. And someone else was playing with her, which made it twice as fun. It didn't occur to Sauda that she didn't know her new friend's name yet, but that was okay too.
As the ball was released from his fingers, Sauda eyed it, whipping the bat forward. She forgot to step however, stumbling as she clipped the thing. It still flew though, hitting the ground and skittering through the dirt. Using the bat to catch herself before she fell, the girl shook herself, peering through her messy bangs to see if she had hit it or not. Well...she had hit it, but not very well. It still moved though, right?
"This bat's heavy." Sauda commented, grabbing the end of it with both hands so she could look at it. "Do you fall over if you swing it too hard like I did?"He ducked his head as she nearly fell over, shoulders hunching as he stifled laughter. He allowed himself a small smile, though, stepping forward. "Fall over? Nah. I spun around a couple times, though. Usually I remember to step."
Diago approached her at a leisurely pace, reaching out to take the bat at the top. It'd hold it steady for her to study logo and all, but would also easily allow him to remove it when she was through. "Heavy? You gettin' tired then, kid?" He paused then, seeming to have realized they hadn't been properly introduced. "What's your name, anyways?"
Oh! So Diago was there. He could spot the boy now, standing over the other green-haired kid and speaking. Good. It'd be easier to take him home this way, though he was a little curious about the smaller child. Were they going to need a ride home too? He couldn't see anyone else in sight along the road leading to the school upon the hill.Well, even if he was laughing, at least he wasn't doing it where the girl could hear him. Then she'd just be embarrassed, more than likely. His words earned another quiet smile out of her, reminded strongly of Elmer Fudd when he was chasing after Bugs Bunny. She didn't tell him that though. He probably didn't watch cartoons anymore--she always changed channels when Lucien came in the room so he wouldn't laugh at her.
After glancing over the bat, she let go, her hands latching on to the base of her skirt so they could toy with it idly. She wasn't at all ashamed of pulling it up and down a bit; she had pants on. Pajama pants. Her mom didn't really understand the style, but she didn't protest it. "A little." Sauda wanted to know why he wasn't tired; he was bigger, sure, but he'd been playing for who knows how long before she had gotten there. "Sauda." She tilted her head slightly. "What's yours?"
The tween seemed to realize how late it was getting, glancing up at the sky for a moment. Tsunake was probably worried now. Well...she almost didn't want to leave, pleased to have found someone who wasn't her mother, but was still nice. And wasn't all awkward to be around, like some grown-ups were. No, he didn't watch cartoons anymore... but his guardian often did. If she'd mentioned it to him, he'd probably find it amusing though keep up a tougher front. He certainly didn't find it funny when he was spinning about or landing on his a**, but he often laughed about it afterwards.
"Diago," He replied, bringing the bat up to rest over his shoulder. And yes, he was very tired, but the only sign of that was the perspiration collected at the front of his shirt and an occasional hard pull of breath. His arms hurt, but it was a comfortable ache. It meant he was getting stronger. His eyes strayed to the sun when she looked to the sky, calculating the time. Then they lowered, seeming to look right through Sauda for a moment to the end of the black car he could see at the bottom of the hill. "Hmph. He's here. Time to go for me, I guess."
He picked up the balls, piling them into the machine again. He grabbed at the extension chords on the ground as well, tugging all of them towards him by a pure stroke of luck. "You need a ride home, Sauda? Bet your ma's worried, eh?" He'd feel safer if he was sitting in a car with his 'father' while he came in contact with Tsunake.Well, how was she supposed to know that? He was a cool older kid, and she...wasn't. Yet. She planned on being one, that was for sure. And, secretly, Sauda believed that she'd watch cartoons forever. She loved her cartoons, even if they were supposedly too 'young' for her. Or that's what Lucien said--meaner of course. She caught him watching the Powerpuff Girls though, so, they were sort of even.
Sauda tilted her head slightly at his name; he was her first friend, so she had to make sure she'd remember it. It was special. When he looked at her, she shifted slightly, uncomfortable. "Who?" The girl glanced behind her, spotting the car and blinking curiously at it. Hm, she hadn't noticed it before. "That's your dad, right?" Had to be; well, that's what she was assuming.
At the mention of a ride home, she studied her shoes for a moment. Tsunake had said not to hang around with people she didn't know, but she knew Diago, right? "Okay. She probably is..." Tsunake would probably behave if spotting the punk's guardian, though she wouldn't be best pleased about it. "Will I see you again?" The girl questioned, shifting her weight from foot to foot, swaying slightly. "Richie Rich? Yeah, I guess. His name's Kin." He rolled up the chord, tucking it away under the machine. The male paused slightly at her question. "If you wanna, I'm sure we'll see each other again. I like this place. I'll probably be back again. Not tomorrow or anything, but soon." A slight nod.
"Go ahead and get your stuff and wait for me, okay? I'm gonna go put this up." That said, he gave the machine a push and sent it rolling upon its wheels back to the field-house. Once stored away, he'd return with the bat slung over his shoulder. Everything was as it had been found before and Diago was satisfied. All in all, it was a good practiced day.
Kin shifted a bit in his seat, seeing them depart. He could have sworn he saw Diago looking down at him. It made the model pout slightly. Oh well. He'd have to come this way to go home, so he was all set in case the boy tried to run. It didn't seem likely, though, with the smaller child still hanging around. If she meant anything to Diago, he wouldn't leave her.Sauda's eyes lit up for a moment at that; she liked Richie Rich. She'd liked most of the Home Alone movies, actually. Especially the one with the parrot in it...Hm. Mr. Kin then. That was easy enough to remember. She smiled again, pleased with the idea that she'd see Diago again. "Okay." A nod in return.
The girl scuttled around the baseball diamond, heading around the fence to grab her backpack and haul it up her shoulders. After double-checking to make sure nothing had fallen out, she waited patiently for Diago to return, seeing him soon enough, still holding on to the baseball bat. It must be his; it had never even occurred to the kid that Diago might have broken in here. Maybe he'd teach her.
Quietly, she glanced at the black car behind them, unable to see the person's face inside, but curious all the while. He had to be nice; he was Diago's father after all, right? Even if he wasn't, she'd be polite to him. Mommy hadn't been real polite to Diago either. "I've got an idea." She told the older boy, looking faintly pleased with herself. "I'll tell mom I got lost, and then you found me and brought me home. Then she should leave you alone and let me come see you."Diago slipped out of the dug-out and closed the small fence leading into it behind him. He linked the chain back through the metal holes in it as well as through the adjoining fence, sealing it closed with a lock he picked up from the grass. "Good thinking. And if you were supposed to take a bus, you didn't make it outside in time."
That'd be for the better, and might keep him from being mauled. One could only hope.
As he led the way down to the car, the window of the passenger side slid down. The blonde man inside was exposed, eying Diago with a pair of golden eyes through a stylishly-unkempt hairstyle the same color. "Hey, buddy! How come you didn't call me before coming out here?"
"How come you drove this car out here?" The teen countered, giving his guardian a half-hearted glare. The porsche wasn't the only car Kin had, nor the most common.
The man inside furrowed his brows slightly, pouting it what seemed to be hurt. Diago was so mean to him. The expression cleared, however, when he caught sight of Sauda. "And who is this lovely young lady?"
"Sauda, this is Kin."
"I'm his dad." A smile.
"She's hitching a ride."
"Alright. You'll just have to tell me the way to go."
Diago kept a frown to himself- nothing seemed to phase this guy. He opened the door behind the passenger seat and slid inside. Sauda could either get in the back with him, or ride shotgun with the model, who only gave an accommodating smile. It was true! Maybe Diago did have a friend!Green eyes were trained on Diago's hands, watching him carefully as he fixed the lock back on the gate. Yes, she wanted to learn how to do that. It looked like fun. "Yeah--I missed it anyway." Thanks to her confrontation with those kids. If she ever went back to school, she'd make sure to pay them back in spades. How to do it verbally however, would be a new problem, one that she'd figure out eventually...
Following after the teen, Sauda paused in front of the car, surprised by how much Diago's dad looked like him. Was he really adopted...? Not exactly missing the partially hostile retort that Diago gave, the girl blinked in surprise when he took notice of her. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kin." The girl said quietly, returning his smile with her own, somewhat shy one. Yes, he was nice. He reminded her slightly of Diago.
"It's not far from here." She confirmed, offering him what seemed to be an apologetic smile as she scuttled into the back with the blonde teen. It wasn't that she didn't like Mr. Kin--she just felt more comfortable with Diago. "It's about..." Sauda paused to retrace her path from the bus this morning. "Two blocks down. Then just take a left and it's the third house on the right." A pause for a moment. "Thank you for driving me home." Kin had more of a golden air about him -even his skin seemed to radiate a sort of sheen- while Diago was more of a glowstick. The resemblance was indeed close, but the teen would never admit it should he be confronted with it. It'd probably just make him dye his whole head green and be done with it. Luckily, Sauda hadn't suggested that little detail to him.
"And a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sauda." The car seemed to purr to life, easing them smoothly out of its lot and into the open road. "Oh, it's no problem! So, you're Diago's friend? You'll have to come over sometime. Do you like video games? Swimming?"
Two blocks in a matter of minutes and a smooth turn to the left. The teenager stayed silent, fingering the bat set in his lap.
"Is this it right here?" Kin asked, gesturing to the house they now sat in front of.Sauda nodded rather happily at the notion of being Diago's friend, pleased that she finally had one. "I like video games." Yes, video games were quite essential in her little life. She wasn't allowed to play most of them (when Tsunake was awake). "I've never gone swimming before...but I'd like to." It sounded like fun. She wasn't afraid of water. Unless that big, mutant shark was there...
Despite the partially awkward silence, Sauda didn't seem to mind. No, she was content with the thought that she had a friend now, and was thinking about baseball. Maybe she could play again with him sometime, or at least watch him hit the ball some more. She never had a problem with watching people do other things, if they were interesting.
"Yes sir."
She had been about to get out of the car when the vase went flying straight through the window of the house, earning a small sigh out of the preteen. Apparently, this was nothing unusual. The enraged half-demon inside had apparently caught sight of the car, slamming open the door with such force that it shook on its hinges.
Thanking Kin for driving her home, the girl slid out of the car, waving to her mother. Tsunake was down there in about two seconds, narrowed eyes looking over her critically before staring at Diago.
"I missed the bus and got lost." Sauda chirped, pulling on the hem of Tsunake's shirt. "He found me and his dad took me home."
That considerably cooled the woman off, for she straightened, running one hand through a mess of tangled, silver hair. "Did they now? Well that was kind of them..." She was awkward in her movements obviously, not having a lot of contact with people outside of the mansion. "Thank you very much for bringing her home...I'm Tsunake." Apparently she wasn't going to bring up the earlier incident with Diago, embarrassed that the teen she had threatened to decapitate was now responsible for bringing her girl home safe and sound. Sauda stood partially behind her, an amused little smile on her face. Good. Everything was working out well.Kin jolted slightly at the commotion that went on inside the house, and sank into his seat when the woman came storming out. She was just worried was all... And when he was thanked, there was a shaky "U-uh huh."
"No problem, ma'am, she was a joy to accommodate. My name is Kin," He smiled, charmingly, "And Diago is my son."
In the back, the teenager fingered his bat almost nervously, though the steady stare he gave to Tsunake betrayed nothing. Judging by the friendly, naturally flirtatious manner Kin was acting, Diago seemed to have avoided bringing his brush with death and/or severe pain to his guardian's attention as well. He seemed pretty sure the woman wasn't going to reach in and strangle him, but if she did? Richie Rich would do something about it. Fist-full-of-money attack lvl. 7, go!
His bright eyes slid to Sauda calmly as he moved to the end of the seat, reaching to close the door.
"Well, Diago?"
Well, ********. What did Kin want him to say?
"See you around." He offered Sauda, eyes flickering to Tsunake. "...Let's go, Oushi."
"Ah... He's happy to meet you." Kin assured her even as the door to the car was wrenched shut, leaving Diago hidden from the outside world unless Tsunake stuck her head through the passenger-side window.Tsunake tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, offering a quiet smile at Kin. "Your son, hm?" No eye-twitching yet, that was good. And though the half-demon was insane at times, she wasn't stupid enough to jump the kid while his father was watching. He'd brought Sauda home anyway, so. He got to live with all his limbs, and his face, intact.
Sauda smiled happily at Diago, apparently believing the danger had passed. Her mommy was a crazy lady, but she loved her. One hand was quietly waved at the teen, while the girl wondered faintly if she'd see him again. Oh well; she'd just stop by the baseball field every day and look. Or she'd never see him again. That made her sad, but it was a possibility.
The silver-haired woman didn't seem offended at all, eyes gleaming with amusement. Ohh, so he remembered her well. Good. It'd keep him in line around her, hopefully. Lips pulled back, revealing small, but sharp canines, like those of a vampire. Just a cute, vicious smile, mind you. "Charmed, I'm sure. Thank you for bringing my daughter back." With a toss of her head, the woman gently took Sauda by the hand, offering a simple wave, then turned to go back inside.
"That boy's walking on thin ice." She muttered, earning a giggle out of her preteen.
"He's nice though, Mommy. I bet you scared his dad though..."
Tsunake tossed her head again, pushing open the door and giving a disdainful glance at the vase which was embedded in a few hedges now. "Dearest, if a man flirts with you, then they are simply just asking for trouble." She hesitated though, glancing back at the car. "...Though he wasn't exactly hard to look at."
Sauda blinked at that, head tilting to the side as she just stared at the pondering half-demon. Catching herself, Tsunake cleared her throat, a faint blush on her cheeks before pushing the girl through the door. "In. You have a lot of explaining to do.""She was nice." Kin commented as he rolled the window up, hiding both passengers from view. The porsche slid its way down the street, taking a smooth u-turn to head back down the way which they had come.
"She threw a vase. She has fangs."
A soft chuckle from the blonde man, who connected his golden gaze with the teen's in the rear-view mirror. "Something to know about women- pick a feisty one. The ones that are quiet and reserved usually are the ones that have the most skeletons in their closet. They're quiet because they're afraid if they open their mouth, a bone might fall out. Plus the psycho chicks are just more fun."
Diago gave him a slightly disgruntled look, sinking back into his seat. "Seems annoying."
"Oh, but they all have soft sides. That's why they're women."
"That's a bit sexist..."
"It's true. You saw how much more she relaxed when she got her baby back?" A pause. "And don't call me 'Oushi' again in front of civilians. I'm famous, you know!"
"Right. To people who often read magazines with girly-boys..." And then he remembered- Tsunake read about men kissing men, so why wouldn't she? Oh, god, that would be embarrassing to deal with. 'I saw your daddy on the cover of mommy's porno'. Only Sauda probably wouldn't say it that way. Pft. No one ever really recognized the man without a wig anyways.
"What was she really doing out there?"
A snort. "Like I'll tell you."
Kin merely hummed, flicking on the radio. That was okay- he'd just read Diago's diary while he was out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 7:28 pm
>Diary
Type: Entry Today Kin tried to teach me how to drive. Keyword: tried.
We took one of his corvettes out to my school's parking lot because he doesn't seem capable of owning anything normal. Apparently, the first thing I did wrong was keep my foot on the brake. I thought it was just like the arcade games, you know? Where you have one foot on the brake and the other on the gas. Not true. Your left foot has no use. At all.
Next, I couldn't do the curbs fast enough for him. Or at least I think that's what he said. He had to turn up the radio because one of 'his' songs were going on. I'm sorry but I can't drive with distraction- especially not my first time. A car is nothing like a tractor. It ISN'T. And driving in a parking lot is not half as fun as wrangling cows on a four-wheeler.
So, okay. I got mad. If you've never sat in the seat of a corvette... you don't know the power you have. I went to take the curve and tapped the gas. Tapped- I swear to God. The thing JUMPED the curb and scared the Hell out of the both of us. I hate to say it, but I just sat there and tried not to piss myself. Holy s**t. Richie Rich was screaming like a b***h, but he reached past me and whipped the car around so the side whipped into a sign-pole on his side. It snapped off the side mirror there and the side... splintered. That's the only way to describe it. Kin says it's made of fiber-glass so it can go faster.
By then I'd managed to get the brake, after jumping right back onto the street again. Kin's only got a bad headache and a sore throat. He's napping it off now. I'd say that I'm glad it was only that little of damage but... He's informed me that I'll have to stay here even longer and work off the debts for him and he's serious. His Highness expects the front lawn to be mowed when he gets up so I've got to go do that now. s**t. This day...
I wouldn't mind doing it again. Richie Rich has plenty more cars to wreck.
-Diago
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:55 pm
>Boredom is a Dangerous Thing
Type: Solo (Part I) "What do you want?"
That was a question he could laugh over, really. What did he want? s**t. He didn't know anymore. Fun. Something exciting....
Something to piss Kin off.
Diago ignored the eyes on he and his bat and focused on the teen in front of him instead. He was dark-skinned and as tall as Diago, if not a bit more muscular. A pair of sunglasses hid his eyes, but if the bishounen had to guess, he'd say this one's eyes were just as dark as the rest of him. The aforementioned male cocked his head to the side expectantly, folding his arms as he waited.
"I'm looking for Azash."
The various thugs situated in the alley behind stirred on their overturned trash-cans and crates, smirking to one another before looking to the black boy. He, however, did not share in the humor, merely keeping what seemed to be a steady gaze behind those sunglasses upon the newcomer. "What's your poison, kid?"
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The Naga were easily the most well-known and feared gang of teens inhabiting the the area he currently resided in... or ever really resided in. The reach of the gang spread out far and wide, carrying within it many recruits. The sleepers in the far corner of the classroom, the students that made detention a home away from home... all potential members or customers.
Parents heard about the gang but usually never knew any better until their sons or daughters were presented bruised or dead on their doorsteps. Unlike many of the street gangs, this one stayed silent save for in the company of their fellows. It was a cult more and more, that catered to the scum of the streets, but more to themselves. It was the new generation of crime that gave parents reason to keep their children inside.
It was more than enough to keep one active bishounen entertained.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 6:25 am
>Boredom is a Dangerous Thing
Type: Solo (Part II) In a blur of motion, the bat was whipped out of its make-shift sheath on his back and poised at the ready in one hand. The glistening metal was a menacing sight even in the dim light, but it was in the company of switchblades and crowbars and likely paled in comparison. Still, Diago did not flinch- he would protect himself at all costs and prove to these kids -street punks who had never been as lucky as he'd ended up- that he was not someone they wanted to screw with. No, even more, he wanted to show them that he was useful and could be something valuable if invested.
The crowd moved in with the large black boy as the lead and Diago waited as they flowed around one another and squeezed off the alley behind them. They were like a moving offensive wall, really. And then they all flooded forward. Time to fight. The first move was a slash to his stomach, which he easily parried with the bottom of his bat. The wielder yelped as the metal jostled the bones and tissue in their hand and unwittingly, but inevitably, dropped the blade. Too easy; but now he was beginning to be surrounded. Diago whipped his bat around in a wide arc, causing the crowd to give him a considerable girth once again. There was no way he was getting out unscathed... and he didn't care. The ex-farmchild licked his lips and dove straight forward into the fray of bodies, swinging his bat here and kicking there. There were satisfying gasps of pain and the feel of bones giving way -all the GCB were unnaturally strong and he currently was wielding a large, blunt object- but it seemed that it was more pain that he felt as fists slammed into him from varying directions. The teen dropped low and whipped his foot around like he'd only seen done on television, feeling another twinge of satisfaction as the punks fell back on themselves like dominos. The next thing he knew, however, his bat was gone. He was being slammed hard into the asphalt ground beneath him with several bodies working to hold him down.
"Someone finish him." The black one.
He'd just began to feel the kiss of a blade entering his back when another voice interrupted the rioting group. Clear, masculine, and very no-nonsense. "Hold it. Flip him over. I wanna see his face."
The crowd seemed reluctant, but soon he was flipped onto his back where he could see. Immediately, Diago sat up and looked around for both his bat and the one who had spoken. He found them both soon enough in the form of a gangling, thick-shouldered youth not much older than he. The leather-and-black clad teen lowered a pair of mismatched eyes to the one on the ground, idly shifting the hand that wasn't currently holding the baseball bat through his black,blue, and indigo-dyed hair. His look narrowed. "It is you."
Despite himself, Diago could feel his lips stretching into a grin, bearing blood-stained teeth. So there was the man of the moment- he had thought as much. "Azash Dezarae. You haven't been keepin' in touch, man. Maybe if you had, your goons would've known they were messin' with the wrong guy." A tanned hand jutted out expectantly, the lime green eyes behind it glowing.
(TBC)
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:59 pm
It has been over a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 2 days to make a post up to my standards, or Diago will be *frozen.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable.
*Frozen: When a pet is forced to remain in it's current stage indefinitely due to an owner's failure to comply with contractual obligations made and understood prior to the purchase of the pet. Additionally, the journal is locked and ownership is still retained despite the frozen state.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 12:44 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 4:33 am
Quote: It has been over a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 2 days to make a post up to my standards, or Diago will be *frozen.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable.*Frozen: When a pet is forced to remain in it's current stage indefinitely due to an owner's failure to comply with contractual obligations made and understood prior to the purchase of the pet. Additionally, the journal is locked and ownership is still retained despite the frozen state.
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