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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 4:19 pm
If Quinn had one wish, it would be to not be in the middle of Downers with no chocolate. If he had another wish, he would have chocolate in somewhere that wasn't the middle of Downers. Neither of these were granted. This was not pleasing.
The godling was wearing a baggy hoodie with nothing underneath, and jeans. This was another perfectly good reason for him to be in a bad mood. If Vale hadn't given him giant ugly scars, maybe he wouldn't have to wear the stupid hoodie.
Of course not, though. That would make life too easy.
Downers was so...dull. No one interesting was there, like in The Scene, and no one with any money he could 'borrow.'
And he was BORED.
Sometimes it's good to have restful times, Quinn. Especially since your powers just recovered from your fight with Vale.
Don't remind me.
"This is the last time I deliver a package for that old lady next door. I hate Downers. They have no good food here, and I'm hungry." He passed by a window, and checked his reflection.
"And I look like a girl without my beanie." He adjusted his hair, "But at least I'm a hot girl."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 4:36 pm
He could see things now-- And even though he had strict orders from his ‘nurse’ to stay in bed and rest up as much as he could, Ciro found himself unable to stay still. Even though it had been two days, the fight still replayed in his mind.
Anubis’s actions in particular, seemed to be on loop. If Anubis had simply collected the body as a God of Death, it would have made sense-- better to take care of it than let the Blacksuits get him. But there was an itching, nagging, irritating thought in the back of his head-- what if he hadn’t killed him? What if Anubis had rescued Writ? Wasn’t that a violation of the rules?
But… wasn’t fighting at noon in public also a violation of the rules?
Augh!! He couldn’t think about this-- it was too much! Much too irritating! After all that fighting, he should be able to bask in the glory of his victory.
Damn Anubis. Damn him to hell.
He had to find something to do-- there had to be something that could take his mind off of revenge, and what could have happened. Pacing around the room had done little to ease him, and he found himself bored of what little he had to entertain himself with. And, he reasoned, if the inside had nothing to offer him, maybe the outside was.
If the Russian had a problem with it-- he could suck it! Ciro was bored, damnit, bored! Laying around all day wallowing on your thoughts was not something a victor was supposed to do!
The cool air of the downers was welcome on his face as he opened the door. He had indulged, allowed himself a smoke as the smoke drifted up to the sky. He could tell that people were hiding now, sleeping in the warmth of the day so that they could huddle next to their fires at night. Yet, peculiarly, there was a little miss running around.
That was something interesting, at the least-- she didn’t look like a regular here. Watching this weird girl fussing over her looks could at least last him until his cigarette ran out and he had to relight. So, planning to be here a few minutes, he leaned back against the ********!! OW!!”
He had forgotten about the large gash on his back from where he had been thrown through the window, and cried out in pain as he jumped away from the wall.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 4:52 pm
Quinn jumped when he heard the cussing near him, and swung his head around quickly to find the source. When he saw where it came from, however, he blinked.
"Damn," He muttered, and looked up and down the man's torso, "Downers isn't as boring as I thought it was, I guess." He paused, looked away, then looked back. He waved his hand in front of his face, and the man still didn't dissapear.
"Damn." He said again, making it two syllables.
He's obviously a player, though. Look at his horns. Be careful, Quinn.
Aren't I always?
Actually, no. You aren't. Ever.
Quinn stuck his hands in his pockets and made his way over to the other boy, looking worried.
"Are you okay? That looks like it hurts." He smiled at the man. "Do you need any help?"
Quinn wasn't sure what he was getting into. This guy looked bad-a**. Bad-assier than Vale.
But DAMN.
I get it, Quinn.
I don't think you do.
"What could have possibly hurt you that badly?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:08 pm
Surprisingly, the chick had come to him. Either she was an idiot, blind, or accustomed to players. She didn’t look blind-- her eyes were dark and shining… But when his attention drifted to her head-- Ah. Feathers. She was a player. Well, that meant she was either an idiot or unaware of his reputation.
He was scanning her now, waiting for some sort of reaction-- “A rabid Coyote did this to me.” His tone was blunt, sheer seriousness, it was the truth, after all. “It’s okay though, I killed it.”
That was part of the plan-- the reaction this girl would have would clearly determine her relationship with Writ. If she worried for Ciro, she didn’t know anything. Should she be concerned about something else, that meant she knew him, and had not seen him recently, which might confirm his death. If she seemed indifferent, that meant that she knew Writ, and had seen him recently, thus proving his story wrong.
If that was the case-- he’d be sure to make her tell him where that mongrel was.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:15 pm
Quinn nodded. "Good. Wild animals are dangerous, you know. You should be more careful." Then he paused. Coyote? Like...Writ, right? He WAS a player, so it was possible. But if they had fought, he didn't want to get himself caught up in it.
Then he realized where he had seen those horns before. What was his name? Ciro! That was it. The one that Fish had punched during the blackout. He didn't look like he used to.
He was HOT now. And he wasn't wearing a blindfold. He could see, apparently.
"You should probably be inside, with injuries like this. The 'coyote' did a number on you. Do you need some help finding your way back inside?" He smiled flirtatiously, and didn't wait for an answer, slipping his arm around Ciro's side and putting the man's arm around his shoulders. "Where's your house?"
I'm pretty sure he can walk, Quinn.
I know!
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:36 pm
Woah-- he barely had time to deem her innocent before she was touching him! Must have been another of Crow’s types: the kind much too eager to get in your pants.
I hadn’t been near long enough for Ciro to think about that again.
Still, little feminine fingers always felt nice, even if they were the fingers of whores. Women seemed to have that effect-- no matter how evil they were, they could come off as the sweetest things in the world They were evil, evil beings, and the real tricksters of the world.
“Uhm…” He looked behind him, to the open door he had been leaning against only minutes ago. “There.” Flatly, with little humor for her cute mistake, he nodded towards the door.
s**t-- what would Commie say in this situation? No bodily juices on the carpet, probably. But that wasn’t an issue-- Ciro didn’t plan on any bodily juices in the first place. But letting a player into his home? Wasn’t that the epitome of stupid?
Damn, women were hard to deal with. How was he supposed to kick her out without provoking some sort of bitching?
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:46 pm
"Don't talk much, do you?" Quinn grinned, and laughed, turning him around and opening up the door. "See, you would have had to make this entire step all on your own. What ever would you do without me?" He giggled a bit, and closed the door behind them, leading Ciro inside.
Quinn wasn't sure what he wanted out of this venture. He was just running with it, and hoping he didn't get bored.
It occured to him briefly that Ciro might remember him from when he was a kid, but then he realized he had changed a lot since then, and wasn't he blind then, anyway?
This had better be fun. I'm ready for something happy, after that whole Vale incident.
I believe...Dangerous is a better word. This guy looks like he means business.
Yah, but he's injured. I'll be fine.
Quinn looked around. "So, this is your place? 'S cleaner than mine. But, I don't spend much time in my house anyway. Always too busy."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 6:16 pm
s**t. Women! Manipulative little bitches! Always sneaking into your home. Ciro briefly thought that, quite likely, she could probably actually be a whore. Once she had finished with him she’d demand her money or go to the cops claiming to be raped. They were sneaky creatures-- those girls. If it did come to that, he‘d probably just actually rape her.
“Yea.. Uh… I have a pet cat. He comes by to clean and cook and stuff at nights.”
If Vale had heard that, he knew the kid would have a fit and sulk for hours, refusing to talk as he glared at the stirfry, or whatever he was working on. But he was away, and the mice Ciros could now play.
Awkwardly, he tried to pull himself from the girl-- she was weird. Very clingy-- and after just losing the last clingy girl he had met, being touched was the last thing he wanted.
“What’s your name, anyway?”
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:17 pm
Pet...Cat? His mind immediately flashed to Vale, with his cat ears and tail. He frowned, but then put on a smirk, and looked at Ciro. "I think that's the longest sentence you've said this whole time. I have a cat, too. But he just scratches me and runs away. Nasty scratches, too." He lifted a hand to his chest subconciously, to where the scars were. "I guess you got the better side of the cat spectrum."
I got the cat back, though!
Quinn wasn't sure he should say his real name. He didn't know if Ciro would remember him, or would have heard of him. And things were going so well so far! He said the first name that came to mind.
"Alex. My name's Alex. Yours?"
He hadn't meant it to be androgenous. Really! It just happened that way.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:32 pm
“Yea, well, my cat yowls and moans, and keeps me from drinking-- I’d almost prefer a biter.” Some normal cat could be scared off easily-- Vale was no normal cat. The only thing he could possibly do to scare him off is start cleaning on his own!
And like hell Ciro was going to do that.
With the girl’s hand at her chest, Ciro was able to squirm free, making his way to the fridge for his now regular beer-- A beer a day. That was the compromise he and Vale made-- and to be sure, the damn cat counted how many were left each night.
“Ciro.” No need for any fancy introductions-- it wasn’t like they were getting acquainted. As far as Ciro knew, this was a one-time thing.
“Oh--” Ciro knew-- somewhere deep in the back of his mind-- how to take care of guests. “You want anything? It’s not like there’s anything that great-- but you can look…”
Yea, that’s what hosts do! They made their guests comfortable. And while the fridge housed some carefully wrapped leftovers, Vale had brought little over in terms of drinks, probably under the assumption that it would go to waste. Still, in the back, behind all the beers and other assorted liquors, there was a large jug of apple juice (Ciro found it mixed well with the vodka in the freezer).
Damnit-- this was annoying.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 3:32 pm
Quinn nodded. It was Ciro, after all. "Well, at least the cat cares about you, eh? Mine almost did. I guess. Long story." Long, boring story that he didn't need to go into. Or think about. Ever.
Quinn nodded at the invitation, and he made his way over to Ciro's fridge. He opened the door, and glanced inside. It looked like mostly alcohol. And some apple juice. Quinn decided to pull out a random beer, as he wasn't entirely sure what it was.
"Uhh..." The cap to the bottle was strange and foreign to him. He closed the fridge door, and then started heading back over to Ciro. He decided to kill two birds with one stone, however, and hid a mischievous smirk. As he got close, he 'accidentally' tripped, and fell into Ciro, catching himself by throwing his arms around Ciro's neck.
He didn't drop the beer, thankfully.
"I'm sorry! Gah, I'm so clumsy." Quinn pulled himself off of Ciro, and then made sure he hadn't hurt him. "But, uh..."
He looked down at his bottle.
"Can you open this for me?
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 1:58 pm
The first thing he noticed was that his neck was cold-- and wet. There was cool condensation running down the back of it. The next thing he noticed was the girl wrapped around him. What the ********? When did that happen? The answer came from her repsonse--
She had tripped.
….. At least she didn’t drop the beer. Vale would kill Ciro if there was a stain. Ciro didn’t even want to think how the kid would react to know that he had girls over without his consent.
Having a pet cat was almost as bad as having a nagging wife and mother.
“Oh-- yea.”
Carefully, avoiding any further contact, he swiped the bottle from the girl. Ciro had long sense developed the ability to open the bottle without a can opener-- all it took was the right twist and the right amount of force. And to be able to do this while holding the other bottle between his elbow and waist-- At least he had some skills that were not given to him by Shamash--!
The bottle now floated awkwardly, held in one arm by the man as he tried to offer it back.
“What are you doing down here, anyway? You’re totally out of place.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 5:51 pm
Quinn watched him open the bottle, and made sure to remember his technique for later. He grabbed the bottle back and took a sip, tasting it on his tongue. It wasn't that good, but he tried some more. Eventually, he liked it.
This is almost as good as that chamomile tea!
"Here? Oh, you mean downers. Well, I live up in middling. Usually I hang around The Scene. But, uh...I was delivering a package." He realized the man might think he was a druggie, or something. "For an old lady that lives next door." He laughed a bit.
"I hate Downers. No offense, but it's...kind of ugly. Not your apartment or anything, but the rest of it. You know?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I'll have to make it a bit prettier in the next few days. Hah, expect some nice artwork nearby."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 6:15 pm
Ciro could be one of the first to tell you that just because someone was an old lady, doesn’t mean that they are not on drugs. Particularly when the old lady seemed to have relationships with people in the downers.
While still listening, he found it nearly impossible to resist his urge for relaxing. There was something about how girls always continued to talk, instead of just shutting up, that exhausted him. That was one of the horrible but convenient truths about Echo--
His face darkened considerably as he sat down on the couch. The wooden supports creaked with protest at his assault.
Damnit. There was a time to get emo for this-- that time was done and over. Now he had to focus on different things! The game-- he had to make sure he could beat Writ, and any of the other bastards who stood in his way. He had to focus on the now.
“Don’t you dare do anything on this building.” He threatened, his tone seeming somewhat dead, “Or my cat will personally hunt you down and kill you.”
Inside, Ciro was wondering just how long the girl was going to stay? How long did visits like this happen? And wait-- What the hell? When did she invite herself in, anyway?! He had been carried by the flow, and seemed to be going by her pace.
Damnit. Women were horrible creatures.
And they expected men to TALK. What was Ciro supposed to TALK about? The weather? It wasn’t like he was going to talk about the GAME with her.
Damnit! Women were horrible creatures.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 6:31 pm
Quinn continued drinking the beer. It was noticeably vanishing.
"Haha. Funny story, my cat erased one of my pictures before, too. 'Cause I drew it of him! Stupid V--very ugly cat." He laughed nervously, and then finished the beer in silence. Quinn weighed the options in his head. He could stay here and continue to make the chances of getting into incredible trouble incredibly possible, or he could stay and make more mischief.
It took him a minute to realize that he hadn't actually given himself a choice.
"You know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I should probably go..." He hooked his thumbs in his belt and sucked on his bottom lip for a second. "But, thanks for the free beer." He laughed, and then in a sudden, quick move like a snake wrapping around it's prey, shot out his arms around the man's neck again.
He pulled himself up and planted a kiss on Ciro's lips.
You wouldn't want the beer to go unpaid for.
And the man was hot. He was perfectly justified, right?
It didn't make him a whore at all, right? Right?
Of course, Quinn.
He meant to pull away after a brief second, but his movement away was not nearly as graceful as his movement towards, and he tripped on the ground, succeeding only in forcing his face into Ciro's with more pressure.
Why am I only clumsy when it leads to kissing people?
Some would call it a blessing.
Yah, well, I call it a--You know, actually, it isn't that bad.
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