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 Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 11:10 am
Mei Silja/Kasnes
Kasnes sat on the sidewalk, his back to a grouchier store still open with its lights falling into the streets, he had been in another fight but this time he almost hadn’t won; one against five wasn’t fair to begin with but when one of them pulled a lead pipe and hit him on the back of his head, then it became nothing but a gang up not a real fight to gain territory. He wore that day a tight black sweater and baggy black jeans that could have fit two of him in. The knees on his pants were torn showing bleeding knees, and his sweater’s turtle neck collar was ripped as well; his blond hair was wet with blood in the back but it was nothing life threatening it just hurt like hell. People glanced at him but none bothered to help him some glared down at him but a return glare had them packing. Groaning he leaned against the wall trying to even out his breathing that had speed up during the fight.
He would get even, no one hit him with a lead pipe and got away with it, not when it was a territory fight and it should have only been one on one. Grumbling to himself he shut his eyes, not caring he was scarring a number of people who passed him by, looking as if he was a car wreck survivor; he had a split lip and so he would swipe his tongue out to stop the trail of blood, once making a random girl squeak and say gross which lead him to laugh and in turn hold his ribs in pain. They had really did a number on him this time, but it was fine he would call the Fangs later and get them to get revenge for him; beating the leader until he cried wasn’t good enough this time he wanted some fingers broken. Smirking he opened baby blue eyes and struggled to stand up, he would walk to the park and at least sit on a bench; if he went home now his mother would be quiet upset and he did not want to spend another night in the hospital.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 11:27 am
 Ciri was comming back from yet another shopping session. He wasn't in that good of a mood. Nothing that interesting today... Seems it's time to explore some new areas. That's how he found himself in this...definetely less friendly neighborhood. But hey, look, there's like, a store there! Happily waving his shopping bags (containing a few new skirts, the only good thing he found today), he moved closer towards the inviting light, and then noticed something he should expect while walking in the dark in such places. Oh wait, no. Now that he looks at it, he's definetely not drunk. More like, someone tried to kill him. The painful way. "Ew!" The blonde mumbled, moving closer to the man. "You're, like, totally wasted. You there conscious much?" Though moments later his question didn't need much anwsering, when the beat-up man started his attempts to stand up. "...guess so." Without thinking, he moved closer, wrapping one arm around the victim's waist, and with the other taking his closer hand, and pulling it with the arm around his own neck. "It'll hurt, I know. And, like, ew, you're getting blood all over my clothes, try bleeding a bit less or something? And you better not ruin my hair. Where? Hospital? Or do ya prefer not to?" Continuing some smalltalk in a similar manner, he waited for the man to anwser, and then directed himself in the chosen place. And the shopping bag was left forgotten next to the shop. Not that he wanted those skirts that much.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 12:20 pm
Mei Silja/Kasnes
Kasnes had heard someone talk but he took a guess that it wasn’t him since he was nowhere near drunk, so still trying to get up he was surprised when an arm went around his waist and he hissed out angrily in pain glaring at someone he thought was a girl. He growled angrily when his body was moved like a doll then he was asked to bleed less, how the hell was he to do that what nonsense and what was this sort of girl doing down here was she trying to get killed! Some of his gang would love to tear into to her he was sure, him he couldn’t care to lazy and to messy. “Well, if you are hit in the back of the head with a pipe let’s see if we can’t have you bleed less.” He coughed and wine from the pain in his moved ribs both from the arm that was forced to be placed around the girls neck and the cough; oh lovely day lovely day. “I don’t want to go to the hospital, and what are you even doing here this late you want to get killed?” Fang’s did not own all of this territory yet, it was shared between two other gangs like a meeting point but he only knew one of the others the third was a mystery to him.
He wasn’t sure why he was letting the girl lead him but he was too tired to argue and his head hurt enough that even he could not come up with a lie to his mother of how he got the wounds and was able to get away and still be unable to say who had done it. After awhile of walking he was ready just to stop and sit down, he didn’t understand why his ribs hurt so much he couldn’t remember them even getting hit. “Where are we going, and why are you helping me.” A sudden thought of her being forced by the other gang to lead him somewhere had him jerking away and glaring as he forced his body to stand straight and ready to fight his way out of somewhere again or even run it all else failed. There was no reason for someone dressed like this to be down here, not without gang connection if maybe she was just stupid. What a day to forget his cell phone.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 12:32 pm
"'m exploring." Ciri said happily, looking at the man's face. "'s just my second day here. Damn you look ugly now. A pipe was it, you say? True, never had that one coming onto me." The boy laughed, thinking about the few things that managed to hit him before he could dodge. "Could be worse though. Ya managed to escape, or did they, like, leave ya alone?" "Where?" Another quick look at the question. Well, if it was him, he would wonder too...probably. "My place. I was, like, told it's safe. Since ya didn't tell me where you want me to take you, and hospital is, like, a no-no. Should have a first aid kit there. And as for why..." The blonde wondered for a moment, but in the end, he simply shrugged. "I don't really know. Probably 'cause I was bored." He continued on his way, leading him to the apartment he got from Hinagiku. And the two goons of the Tiger Princess, still hiding in the shadow, just look at each other. One of them shook his head, and the other started to take out his cell phone. Just like the Princess said, that girl means trouble...
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 12:52 pm
Mei Silja/Kasnes
Kasnes pulled a face at the girls grammar, it was like she hung out with the lower gangs or something; oh how his mother would cry if she heard such wording coming from a girls mouth, even a boy would get her to frown and cuff them in the back of the head. “So girls your age just go explore in back area’s carrying shopping bags and dressed like that? No wonder I don’t see many girls here.” He smirked but it was ruined when he winced from a misplaced step on a rock that caused him to bend to the side so he wouldn’t fall. “Yea well you look like so whore’s daughter dressed like that down here but hey who here is judging?” Of course she didn’t look like that; instead it was like looking at a normal girl who was a bit out of place. “They didn’t leave me alone; I beat the one with the pipe until he started crying.” I will make him scream later, maybe I should break his arm myself not just fingers.
He frowned again at the lovely grammar and almost shuttered, it was like talking to an eight year old boy who just watched some western movie or something. “Has anyone told you that you trust way too easily?” He was going to remark on her speech issues but refrained since the arm around his waist could easily tighten and hurt him more should he anger her. How strange it was to meet someone down here who was willing to just pick up a hurt stranger and take them to their house, poor kid would get torn up one day and he was surprised she wasn’t already. “Bored, yea great reason to tell when someone kills you in an ally way” He mumbled not liking the vague answer, no one picked up a strange because they were bored.
Kasnes frowned feeling as if he were being watched, it wasn’t a surprising thing but it was still unnerving and he turned to look around but seeing nothing he faced forward and put his attention back to just walking and staying upright.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:10 pm
Ciri laughed at the 'lovely' description. "Whore's daughter? Not enough for a full whore, at least that's good. Must be the skirt, totally wasn't sure if this shade would suit me. Ohwell, seems it doesn't." Ciri fixed the grip on the man, trying to be as careful as it was possible for him. Ciri wasn't a careful person by nature, but he knew how broken ribs could hurt, and this one acted like he had quite a few this way. Another laugh escaped him, when the blonde man mentioned crying. "Wow, you've got guts, eh? Like, good for you. Hit on the head and still fighting back. How many of them was there?" Good question. He wondered just how strong this guy might be. Interesting. This place should totally be named 'the city full of interesting people'. Cause it, like, was. "Yeah, they did." He nodded. "But if I place it wrongly, I can defend myself anyway. BUT." He added slightly louder "Like, don't start with some silly acts like trying to prove me wrong. Those're your ribs, not mine. And it'll just totally give me more work with patchin' ya up." "And I totally won't let anyone kill me. You don't hav'ta worry."
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:31 pm
Kasnes snorted, this one was quiet an optimistic; full or half it was the same. He hated the girls that walked dressed in hardly anything, then cried and begged when someone took what they invited for; if they didn’t want it they shouldn’t be dressed or act that way. “Oh yes, must be the skirt.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm; it was more like the whole thing but whatever. When she moved her arm he tightened his jaw but kept himself in check despite the fact the world swam before his eyes. He was really banged up this time, next time he would get another fang to stick by in the shadows just in case; another beating like this could really hurt him.
“Of course I have guts, everyone does else they would die.” He frowned unable to judge what she meant by that, all humans had that same with animals. “Five, it should have been a one on one but they cheated.” He growled remembering it; he would have done better if they hadn’t pulled out a pipe like cowards. “I will get them back, they want to play dirty they messed with the wrong person.” A gleam in his eyes and a downright frightful smile spread across his face in the thought of hearing those peoples scream, oh how he wanted to see tears and snot run down their faces as they begged.
“Yet you still trust me not to hurt you, or possibly stalk you after I know where you live?” He wouldn’t of course, and it wasn’t as if he could do anything now not; with the pain he was feeling. He looked at the girl when she suddenly raised he voice, the action only made him feel like they were being followed more; if this was a set up he would not be happy. The warning to him would not go unheeded however, the girl may look weak but so did he and on a number of occasions he had been told he packed a mean punch when he was angry. Now he was calming down a little bit he was wanting to sit down and watch birds or sleep, and he had school tomorrow lovely.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:42 pm
"Well, cheaters deserve to be beaten like crap that they are." He nodded. "Unless you're doing the cheating ofcourse. But it was pretty stupid of you, like, going on them alone. Unless your backup ran away." Another quick glance at the man he was holding. "...but I kinda doubt so. Seems you just trust too easily yourself. And that's quite a nasty smile you got there you know, i would be, like, totally scared if I wasn't busy with carrying you you know." "...and would you?" the blonde asked, slightly amused "Stalk me, that is? As I've said, I can defend myself, just so you'll know." He let out a short laugh, and looked up. "Well, too late for worries anyway, since we're, like, here. Will you manage a staircase or two? You can lean on me more..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:59 pm
“Yes and more.” He snorted at the second part, if he were doing the cheating he would lose his position as head of the gang and he didn’t find that to appealing. “I don’t cheat on fights, and it was an oral agreement from their gang head and so I went to fight alone as agreement.” He carefully tried to mask the fact he was the gangs head, yea that was a smart thing to say while hurt. ‘Hey I am the head of Fangs, here I am injured!’ “I don’t trust it was the code and other gangs would agree with me.” His smile was scary, he hadn’t meant to make a scary smile like that must have slipped up when thinking of doing fun stuff to their limbs. “Hoo, so because I am injured you’re not scared of me? I need to keep that in mind if I want to pick someone up then.” He laughed lightly and ignored the pain that followed.
“No, you aren’t my type and I don’t stalk people I have better things to do like sleep.” Why go around stalking people when you could sleep or listen to music? He looked up to see a tall building, great. “Yea I can make it up the stairs at least a few flights, and no I will not lean on you.” He scrunched his nose up before it went relaxed to his normal blank look. “I can run around this block but it doesn’t mean I want to.” He moved away from the girl and walked to the door refusing to let himself slouch or act as if he were in pain, even though his pant legs were wet with blood as was the back of his head turning brown from the drying blood. “Do you by chance have a boyfriend who left his clothing at your place?” Looking at himself he really wanted a shower he felt like crap so he probably looked the part as well.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 2:23 pm
"Well, if ya say so." Ciri shrugged "I'm not that knowledgable about the whole thing. So you, like, beat up their gang head? Good. But he must've really sucked, five on one, including their boss, weapons, and they still got their asses kicked." He laughed. "Makes you almost pity them. Almost. Cause it was their own fault and stuff." And another short laugh at the following comment. "Yeah, I so can see you getting beaten up before each and every date. Like, perfect boyfriend. Totally. And then you'll smile creepily, and the poor girl won't be scared to hit you with her handbag. And just where are you going?" The blonde sighed, as the man he was carrying moved away and climbed the stairs. Ohwell, his own choice... "...don't look at me when you'll be hurting more than you would otherwise." He followed the man, making sure he won't fall down, and told him when they reached the correct door. A quick action with the key, and they could finally enter... to a big living room, which's one whole wall was a giant mirror. "Feel yourself like home. The bathroom's that door." He pointed "We should get rid of all this blood first. Then we'll patch you up. And I'm afraid there's no boyfriend here, though I can call my friend or go by myself to buy some stuff for ya. Unless you'd fit in some of my pants, though I don't think it's highly probable. Now, the first aid kit...." He directed the man to the bathroom, entered after him, and started looking for the kit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 3:13 pm
“Yes they were bad, a new named gang full of high school punks wanting to take someone else’s turf, as if they could weak little dogs.” He snorted at the word pity; he wouldn’t pity anyone stupid enough to do that sort of thing. “No, I do not pity them now and I will not pity them when the gang hears of what they did. They will be crying much worse when they get done with everything.” He sighed and tried not to think of things so he wouldn’t make that scary face again.
“Yea, I would rather skip the beating up part if I can.” He paused in climbing the stairs and looked back at her with a small frown. “I am climbing the stairs, what does it look like?” He rolled his eyes and continued walking up the stairs. “Hey it’s all part of being in a gang, everyone gets beaten up and if you show weakness you’re out.” Despite what he said he was very glad when they finally reached the right door he knew his face was a shade paler and he had beads of sweat on his forehead. When the door was opened his mouth almost fell open when he spotted the giant mirror that almost seemed to be the biggest part of the whole room. “If your friend looks tougher then you, send them.” He wouldn’t feel right sending the little blond out by herself though where they were now was a much nicer part of the neighborhood. Looking at the girl he hummed but soon shrugged. “I could fit in your pants, but to wear something girly would do nothing to make me feel better.” That was just what he needed, humiliation more then what he already had.
As he was guided into the bathroom he did not expect the girl to follow him, but when she did he waited a minute but shrugged and peeled off his shirt; oh that was painful. Now he was able to look down at his ribs and his whole chest and rib sides were a very dark purple and his ribs looked broken even as he stood still. Ok so perhaps he had been hit pretty hard then, he really didn’t want to look at his head but he moved to look in the bath room mirror having ignored his reflection in the large one. “I look like road kill.” His lip was still bleeding and his hair was a horrible mess his right eye puffy and red, he looked like total crap. Feeling even dirtier he stripped the rest of the way ignoring the other person in the room completely before he stepped into the shower and turning the water on almost gagging as he saw the color that was washing down the drain.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 3:49 pm
Ciri just nodded to most part what the man was talking, making sure that he's able to stand on his own, till he agreed for his friend to do the shopping. "Sure, Misa's definetely tough, nobody would beat her up! And since you're that worried about how you look where nobody's looking...just wait a moment." He took his pink cellphoned, and hummed 'gimme Misa' to the speaker, making the automatic adress book start the connection. "Yo, Misa-dear, you there? I kindasorta need a little favor..." ("...") "No, no, I'm okay, but how do you...no, doesn't matter, like, whatever, I don't need anything like that, I need pants." ("...") "Yes I said pants. Why?" ("...") "Totally. A friend. Nono, you're still my bestest friend sweetie so shut up. No. Name? Um, I don't really..." A short pause when Ciri looked at his guest. "Hey, Misa, like, asks what's your name, so..." but he quickly got distracted by the phone again. "No! Nonono, I'm telling ya I'm fine, I don't need...Quiet I say, Misa, pants, just pants! Keep your mind on the PANTS! And shirt. We could use a shirt too. And socks. And some underwear for good measure." ("...") "No, no bra. Doesn't seem he'd enjoy one. So..." ("...") "Yes it's a guy! Sheesh, what's with you so suddenly? Just get some manly clothes cause mister Prissyfingers here doesn't want to wear mine." ("...") "Yes, yes, I'll be okay and there like definetely won't be any undressing on my part." The blonde rolled his eyes, what was it with Misa this time? She definetely wasn't so annoying via text messages. "So like come as soon as you'll get that kk? Thanksandbye!" He quickly turned off the phone, sighed, and looked at the man again. "So..." He smiled "You're, like, getting your pants. Happy?" "Aaaaand here's what we need!" He finally found what he was looking for, and took the first aid kit triumphally, while looking at his companion. "Like, ouch! You really do! And a particularly nasty one to that! Ya sure all of that is fresh?" He took a good look of the injured body, calculating how much bandages and other stuff he'll need. Then a quick glance to the kit, to make sure if he won't need to call Misa one more time, but... "Holy s**t, is this prepared for a friggin' army?!" ...yep...he definetely won't need to do any restocking soon. "Well anyway, here's the towel..." He took a big, fluffy pink one, and brought it closer. "You need help on the back? You, like, really don't look good." There was a worried tone in his voice this time. But...we'll make sure he'll be allright again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 4:16 pm
He didn’t care if she looked, he was a right messy any way and in so much pain he kept feeling the world tilt around him. He glanced out of the shower to see a pink cell phone, god why did all girls like that horrible color! Going back to washing he didn’t touch the other soap, he didn’t smell like anything but blood and the last remains of some stupid expensive perfume his mother sprayed over him. He ignored the conversation until he was asked his name then he poked his head out. “Kasnes and you won’t be getting a last name.” He gave that he was sure someone would make a connection to his father and his chains of hotels, that or his mother and her stupid perfume. He choked when he heard if there was a need for a bra, how often did this sort of thing happen to these people! “I am not prissy, I am a boy and we don’t wear girls clothing last I checked.” He huffed and went back to trying to get his hair clean hissing when his fingers touched the back of his head, God that hurt.
“Yes very happy, I don’t look good in girl pants.” He knew because he tried on a pair once when he was bored, they looked ok but he couldn’t fight in such tight fitting pants. He heard the girl found the kit but as the exclaimed surprise he looked toward her and had to agree it looked ready to serve even a brain operator, but looking at himself he would need a good bit of it. He sighed when the water was slowly clearing up and not turned into a brown red color, his hair was much cleaner and his knees were as clean as he could get them but there was gravel stuck into the gashes, but to the question of his back he didn’t know. “I don’t feel anything on my back, but my shirt was stuck against it to I don’t know.” He stopped the shower water and still ignoring his undressed state, turned so his back was toward the girl.
While he left her to look it over if it needed cleaned, he took out his earring to try and clean it. A winged snake was biting its tail wrapped around a sword, it was his gangs mark and being an earring it showed he was the leader. He doubted the little blond would know anything about it so he set it on the sink table that was just in reach of the shower. “So does it look as back as my knees, ribs or worse?” He was a bit concerned about the silence he was getting.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 4:40 pm
"You, like, don't wanna know." Ciri shook his head, and reached next to the man for a sponge, putting it under water till it was full. "Now you either stand like this, or sit. This might take a while." Cause it looked really bad. It seems that he'd landed on something full of sharp garbage pieces, and landed there hard. Probably some metal too, since he'd spotted some rust. And there was dirt and little pieces of something he didn't really want to name in the wand and oh god it started forming a scab... "...how the hell did you manage to not feel that..?" He carefully placed the sponge on the scab, making it full of nice water... When it'll absorb some of it, it should become easier to get rid off without hurting Kasnes too much. "It might...take a while. And I think I'll go get the tweezers, it might be a good idea to start getting rid of some of this stuff early..." He moved back a bit, and gave him one more glance. "Stay in the tub. I'll be right back." And so he did, as soon as he got the tweezers from his nail kit, and a little plate. "So get ready now, sweetie. It might hurt. Like, a LOT." He smiled in a slightly ironical way, took a comfortable position, and started to pull out pieces of dirt and trash from the big wound. "Oh, and by the way, my name's Ciri."
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 4:58 pm
Oh, yea that was just what he needed to hear; he didn’t want to know. That would make anyone want to know, he decided to sit since he kept swaying and his knee hurt anyway; everything seemed to hurt. “Well, a hit to the head might be the cause but; most likely I think I went numb half an hour ago.” He shrugged then, only feeling a twinge from his broke or at least cracked ribs. He did feel the sponge now and that stung despite how soft it had looked it felt like sand paper on his back. While his back was being sponged he grabbed the pink towel and sticking his tongue out childishly he started to carefully dry his hair. Tweezers, oh geese how bad was hic back! Looking around when the girl moved to get the needed tool he spotted and grabbed his once nice and new sweat shirt, now looking at the back he saw it was torn to shreds. “Oh wow is my mom going to kill me.” He mumbled to himself, knowing he would be sent to the hospital if his mother saw any injury like this on him.
“Yea, well let’s hope I don’t bite my tongue off while you are doing this.” He sighed and leaned forward stretching his back out and getting as relaxed as he could while sitting in the tub as he was, but as things were taken from his back he gagged when a few made sucking sounds. “Ciri, that’s an interesting name.” He could have sworn that was a boy’s name, but there was no way the blond was anything but a girl he was to pretty. You know my name but I am a half if you are wondering. My mom is British and my father Japanese, as you can see I have my mother’s lighter looks.” He was slowly finishing drying his hair and he laid the towel on the side of the tub so he would stop moving, hopefully hiving Ciri less trouble. “So are you full?” he couldn’t really tell but she was a rather fair of skin to be full normally Japanese would have brown skin, eyes and black hair; She was the same coloring as him.
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