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 Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 6:16 pm
~Serpent's Trench~
What was once a series of long-forgotten fallout bunkers beneath the town of Inaba has now been claimed by a secret society brought together under the banner of the 8-Headed Serpent, Orochi. A league of unpredictable and independent devil summoners who live together, scarcely get along, and rarely work together, the Orochi moved into the city and took up residence in the underground some time recently. While somewhat stuffy as any underground lair is apt to be, it is a spacious, well-kept, and diverse headquarter with several independently decorated rooms available for those who...don't play well with others...to live in a lace of their own design.
The 8-Headed Serpent is headed by one, Cesc Fabregas, and any who seek entry into their domain must be first cleared by his authority. It is rare that anyone other than the Eight are welcome here, and even rarer that any who see the inside live to see the outside. It's only entrance is kept secret, locked behind several obstacles only they could undo in the basement of an abandoned shop in the Downtown Shopping District...impossible to enter without the proper skills and keys.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:42 pm
There the woman stood, in all of her magnificence, glowering over the defenseless nuisance of a creature. A heavy boot dug down into its tail, and all the poor mouse could do was thrash and squirm, an action which Alexander took a sadistic delight in. Its pain was her amusement. Soon, however, it stopped moving, probably exhausted at its efforts.
Impatiently she huffed, looking at it like a child looks at a plaything it no longer wants, and so, she released the wretched thing.
Only to bring her foot down crushing it to death and then throw it into the hallway. "Tch."
Sighing, as if the loss of her newfound 'friend' was of any significance to her, Alex paced around the room restlessly, not bothering to take in the outlandish sight of it, having seen it many times before.
Mirrors lined the walls, casting warped reflections of each other mockingly, each one perfectly mimicking the other. The floor itself was kept impeccably clean, to the point of absurdity, and any and all belongings of Alex's were lined against the wall, stacked on top of one another in perfect columns of seven.
"Ha!" She yelled, seeming to be greatly amused by something, while twirling around, until being stopped by the door.
After punching a furious hole in it, Alex stormed out of the room and into a long corridor, not at all impressed by the extremely lavish furnishings.
"Hm? That's easy. 3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510 5820974944 5923078164 0628620899 8628034825 3421170679 8214808651 3282306647 0938446095 5058223172 5359408128 4811174502 8410270193 8521105559 6446229489 5493038196 4428810975 6659334461 2847564823 3786783165 2712019091 4564856692 3460348610 4543266482 1339360726 0249141273 7245870066 0631558817 4881520920 9628292540 9171536436 7892590360 0113305305 4882046652 1384146951 9415116094 3305727036 5759591953 0921861173 8193261179 3105118548 0744623799 6274956735 1885752724 8912279381 8301194912 9833673362 4406566430 8602139494 6395224737 1907021798 6094370277 0539217176 2931767523 8467481846 7669405132 0005681271 4526356082 7785771342 7577896091 7363717872," She paused, taking a deep breath, "-1468440901 2249534301 4654958537 1050792279 6892589235 4201995611 2129021960 8640344181 5981362977 4771309960 5187072113 4999999837 2978049951 0597317328 1609631859 5024459455 3469083026 4252230825 3344685035 2619311881 7101000313 7838752886 5875332083 8142061717 7669147303 5982534904 2875546873 1159562863 8823537875 9375195778 1857780532 1712268066 1300192787 6611195909 2164201989....... Why?"A few seconds later she replied to her invisible companion, "You're an idiot."
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:55 pm
 Ray HaleStupid. So stupid. Damn stupid. And already Ray was digging a burning sig into the paper. "I don't WANT to go out there!" The blond black hair, confused color coordinated hissed out to no one. Hell, anyone would do right now. "Why do I have to get the groceries... Tis stupid. Utter zucchini!!" Ray clutched the burning list in her hand, standing herself up and yelled through the door, wanting that lazy bum of a leader to know that she was aggitated over this. "ZUCCHINI!!" And in the RayRay slang, zucchini would usually mean 'nonsense'. The short tempered thing stared at the door angrily, more than likely having no answer. ... .... BANG!!Doorknob? Why use that when you can kick the door open? "Oie!" She called out, suddenly blinking when Alex passed by in a jumble. "Tsh. " Ray breathed out a good trail of toxic smoke on the way, her eyes looking about for the leader of Orochi. Well, waving the list about in the air, some beautiful ash leaving a trail behind her feet.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:33 pm
 Cesc Fabregas of the Orochi'In...and out. In...and out. In...and out,' he thinks as the repetition of his breathing lulls him into a state of half-consciousness that feels like a heavy fog filling his mind and keeping him from either sleep or waking. He spent a lot of days laying on the plush green couch in the massive living and entertainment area of the Serpent's Trench like this...tall, lean body spread out over the cushions with an arm and a leg half-cocked up over the back of it. Somewhere along the line his shirt had gone missing [though he could rarely be found with it] and his green pants rode low, mostly because he was too tired to adjust them right now. His mop of green hair and striking green eyes are covered by a bucket hat of a similar palate which kept the light from his drowsy eyes. He was the picture of laziness, a monument to hedonism that rather than shined, just sort of was there in the center of the world of the Orochi. He shifted at the sounds of shouting and his hat fell away from his eyes, exposing them to the dim fluorescent lighting in the underground room. Groaning slightly over the hiss of static on the currently-inoperable television [still recovering a signal from the time Alex bit into the cable cord, mistaking it for a power line], he rolled to the side and poked his sleep-laden head over the back of the couch in the direction of Ray's approach.
He greeted her with clouded green eyes and an expression that announced to the world he was in a haze. Fortunately, and at the very least, he still had his pants on. Would have been dangerous to greet the raging fireball without them. "What is it, Zippo?" he drawled lazily, slinging an arm over the couch to drag himself into a half-seated position, still only half-seeing her through the fog of just waking, "I'm trying to sleep."
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 6:07 pm
Alex quickly clamped a gloved hand over her scrunched up nose, disgusted with the smoke. Her free hand rose and began swatting at thin air, "No, no. I won't stab her for that!" She smiled in amusement, "I left my knife in my room."
Taking a silent step back, Alex broke into a slight run and then leaped onto Ray's back. "Ray-Ray chan~" The way she had spoke the words was less of an affectionate coo and more of a half-hearted threat, though to be perfectly honest, a threat from Miss Alexander was an extremely fickle thing and was likely to be forgotten within the next minute.
Lazily, she pulled a pen from God knows where and leaned forward to add words onto the grocery list. 'Batteries' was scribbled in thick sharpie ink, successfully covering up the rest of the items with excessively large lettering.
"Please don't forget the batteries, deary~" Alex drawled, a hint of mockery in her voice. "Oi! Stop pulling at my hair you insufferable little-" Flailing wildly, the girl fell from her position on Ray's back, all the while trying to throw punches at some invisible foe. Seeming to have beaten it into submission, she stood, and then turned to Cesc, "Sleep?" A slight scoff could be heard from her mouth, as if the idea of him taking the time out of his day to go to bed was the most idiotic action in the world, "Who needs sleep? Sleep is boring."
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 6:33 pm
Cesc Fabregas of the Orochi'People in this place have too much energy,' the green-haired summoner thought as Alexander jumped Ray and started scribbling on the grocery list, turning away from the two of them and closing his eyes as he lay sprawled out over the couch again. Not that he was the type who would ever try to tell them how to carry themselves...he preferred to take a hands-off approach to leading an organization, befitting his laid-back personality. Laissez-faire was a French concept he bought into for that sort of thing, letting things develop as they would without his intervention for the vast majority of the Orochi's interaction. A yawn escaped him as he tuned out the flailing, yelling duo behind him and let the dull sound of the 'snow' on the television lull him into half-consciousness again. 'Groceries...we don't need them, do we?' he thought incoherently, ready to pass straight out where he lay when Alexander abandoned her quest to climb Mt. Zippo and turned her impossibly-short attention span to him. Joy.
"C'mon, Goldie," Cesc mumbled as he pulled his hat from the floor and slung it over his head, blocking out the light again from keeping him awake, "Lay off me...it's not even midday, yet." Taking a deep breath and slipping back towards sleep again, he conveniently ignored [or rather, he probably was totally unaware] that it was actually closer to evening and far past noon. Didn't really matter to the leader of the team, though, since he had no intention of moving from the couch right now...or pulling a pair of pants on over his boxers, despite the fact there was no discernible moment when he had lost his pants in the first place. One of those great mysteries of the world, he supposed...or would have if he wasn't already half-unconscious.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:27 pm
Ray Hale
The short tempered gal was staring at the marker covered list now, suddenly yelling at Alex. "Oie!! Now I can't see the rest of the stuff we need!" The girl flailed the list at the odd one, hen turning away to have a stomp and fold her arms over her chest with a irritated look at the vegetable on the couch. "Midday, you say? God!" another flail of the crumbled up, ash ended list. "It is past that time! Reason why I don't want to go, ya see?! Them weirdos out there!" Couldn't be worse than her own household. For some reason, Ray didn't enjoy wandering about during the night hour. Like there was some sort of fear that something unwanted would spot her...or something stupid like that. Either way, she didn't like it! That was all that mattered to the firecracker! Giving off a smoke filled sigh she went up to the slice of bread before her and drove a harmless fist into his stomach, growling. "Ya just think everything's small coffee. As always." Looking back at Alex she suddenly yelled at her. "Oi! Since you want them batteries, you're coming!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:01 pm
 Shaka ZuluIn the kitchen there stood a tall dark skinned man appearing even taller due to the size and height of his afro. Hovering over a stove where a non-stick pan was place, the man turned on the flames for the stove so that the pan could be heated. A self made cigarette rested on his bottom lip gently as he stared down at the pan, it was taking to long for it to heat; patiences was however a virtue. While he waited for the pan to be fully heated for what obviously appeared to be cooking, the dark man went over to the side of the stove; before the man was a kitchen counter with cabinets below the countertop possibly holding various cooking utensils, but at the moment he wasn't interested in that for the moment. Looking up above the countertop there were three sets of cabinents stacked side-by-side. Opening the one in the middle Shaka's face darkened at the sight before him. There were little to no spices in the cabinent, all that was left were Ginger, Paprika(Spicy), and a low amount of Curry powder. He could not cook with such low amount of material. He walked away from the cabinent and went for the refridgerator to see what he could use to cook. However, by opening the refridgerator he found again a low supply, there were only three bell peppers left; Shaka was not pleased though that was hard to tell considering that he always looked like he was about to kill someone. As the dark skinned man tried to figure out what he could do, a sinister yet obnoxious laughter began to boom throughout the kitchen. Shaka did not concern himself with it for he knew who it was; an old man with an afro the size of Shaka's while wearing some Ninja costume suddenly appeared next to him with a lit cigarette in between is fingers. "Heyy Shaka, How's it goin' Baby" said the old man in a playful way. Shaka ignored the mysterious man, he was not in the mood to be bothered right now. The old man however thought otherwise; smiling widely from ear to ear the old man began to snicker, " Ahh, Playing the silent treatment on me. Aight, aight I see how it is. But I got to tell ya man this place is lacking, I mean where is the food? Where is the fried chicken? Where is that purple drank, dawg? All ya'll are just living off of bell peppers and s**t. What you need is some soul power food up in this b***h, ya dig?" as the old man spoke to Shaka he began to walk around the kitchen observing it in dismay. It was a pretty basic set up for a kitchen, a stove with a oven in it with a small kitchen counter to the right. And to the right of that was the sink. There was a another more bigger kitchen counter in the middle of the kitchen to be used for difficult Food preperations. Finally the Fridge was place to the left of the stove which of course only had bell peppers for the moment. The old man did not like this, but still he kept that creepy smile on his face, snickering like a hyena on crack. It was getting on Shaka's nerves. " I tell ya man, you are gonna need some help pimping out this place. No worries though, I'm sure I can help you...for the right price." "For the right price?" That last part of the sentence made the man sound more sinister than what he seemd to be. Shaka turned to face the old geezer, he already had more than enough what else could he possibly want. "I been...inspecting some of your teammates, that one chick Alex was it? Yeahh she is a real freak..I like that. Oooh I like that alot, how about you give her to me..hehe, I'll give her one Hell of a ride." said the man licking his lips at the thought. That was the last straw, withdrawing his blade Shaka immediately slashed downwards towards the man, however he disappeared from sight before the attack was even thought of. All that was left was his laughter; Shaka returned his blade to its sheath before saying, "... Shut up." Now that the he was gone Shaka stormed out of the kitchen in hopes of finding the one person that could fulfill his needs in the kitchen. There she was, Ray Hale looking as upset as ever. It would seem she was talking with the other members of the group, but at the moment that was not his problem. Approaching the girl Shaka reached into his Kimono clothing to take out a paper. Stopping in front of Ray Shaka handed the paper over to her, "Lil' RayRay...Groceries." he said to her. Indeed this list was full of items that could be found at a grocery shop, on the list was just various spices and food supply that he would be needing in order to cook. However at the bottom of the list were personal needs, basically some shag so that he could make some more of his cigarettes. Going through his loose clothing once more Shaka took out a small pouch holding decent amount of Yen(in coins) within it. "Just in case."
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 12:21 am
Cesc Fabregas of the OrochiSleep was like the best kind of a woman; it was always waiting for you with open arms, ready to embrace you and keep you safe within throughout the night. And in dreams there would sometimes be pleasure, giving you everything you ever wanted...then on some occasions it was a nightmare, showing the spicier side of the coin. Cesc was always of the opinion that you needed a bit of both in your life...pleasure, relaxation, and perhaps a tad of excitement, as long as it never exceeded that 'tad'. Whatever the case, the warmth of the cushions greeted him with as welcome a feeling as they always did...and as Ray went on about something to do with the groceries and going out behind him he did his best to block out the noise, instead focusing on a simplistic mantra that kept him from slipping between the fingers of the sandman like an errant grain. 'I'm not listening,' he repeated mentally, the haze over his mind preventing Ray's complaints from truly reaching him, 'I'm not listening, I'm not listening, I'm not-' It was about that time that he fist dug into the firm abdominal muscles in his stomach and sent a mild pain through his middle, prompting him to pull his feet up towards his arms and fold said appendages over his uncovered stomach. Green eyes opened drearily and cast a weak glance at Ray that was meant to be indignant but lacked the energy to appear anything more than mildly annoyed. Which was probably for the best, since she had spared him the flame...this time.
"Small coffee?" he asked as he ran his long, lithe fingers through an unruly mop of green hair, "you goin' to Starbucks or something?" Had he been more connected to the waking world he probably would have remembered that was just the way that Ray talked all of the time, speech filled with slang references that one could only decipher in the context of the sentence they were in. Cesc was usually good at that...when he was awake, that was. Which was much less often than perhaps it should have been. As it stood right now, though, he was barely awake enough to register the entrance of the unofficial 'chef' of their crew into the main room of the base, the intimidating descendant of the Zulu Warrior Nation who bore the title of its greatest chief, Shaka. Nodding lazily at the afro-samurai, he ran the back of one of his hands over his eyes to clear away a bit of the sleep haze and scratched at the waistband of his boxers with the other, showing a disregard for the lady's presence he only would have shown...well, probably only would have shown...in the half-conscious state he was in. But at least he still had those boxers on and didn't go any further down below...right? "Anyway," he started up again once he had his wits about him enough to realize what was going on, "if you're going out, can you get another cable cord? We still need to replace the one Goldie over there took a chunk out of the other day." All right, so maybe his wits weren't about him enough to prioritize getting food to live on over restoring their cable...but at least he was forming semi-coherent thoughts. That was an improvement.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 12:07 pm
Ray Hale"Not Starbucks you--!!" thankfully Ray's mouth was shut by the sudden new list that was given to her by the tall tower with limbs, her eyes staring at the list then back up at him. She gave off a smirk, this guy actually being one of the 'family members' in which she got along with in a sense. Sure there was that sense of feeling like a little kid around him, but considering that she has the temper tantrums of a little five year old, one couldn't blame the Big Guy. There was never a day, though, that she wasn't tempted to just light up that afro on fire. Now that would be a nice flame to see, the sickening stench included... inwardly she was grinning at her own imagination 'bout the full on joy of just that big clump of hair being in-- "Eh?" Ray leaned back some at the pouch going up her face as well, her head tilting with some curiosity then looked up again. "...Agh, fine!" She grabbed the pouch and list with a swoop of her hand, stuffing them into the pockets of her red hoodie then gave off a toothy, questionable grin as she patted the pocket where the pouch rested. "It's nice and safe here." Ray was about to turn tail and get on outta there, taking out the list to actually look at it, smirking with the fact that it's actual food and not some snacks or junk to speak of. A shame. But good. Though, the moment the bread started talking behind her over a damn cable cord she hissed out at him, taking out the cig from her mouth then yelled in her usual nicotine, smoke filled manner. "Why don't you get it yourself, eh? You would do well with the exercise instead of a being the lazy bum in here!" It seemed the more she yelled, the more her accent has decided to show up in some words. Twas annoying, it was. "Food first, lazy bum needs later! Right, I'm out now!" Well that showed that she was going to get one anyway, hell even she liked to watch some stuff to pass the time. With an irritable turn of her heel and another shove of contents (hands included) into the pockets of her old jacket, she started to leave... And Ray was going to do a mini countdown of when someone might just show up behind her. She always had to be escorted when leaving the to the outside world, reasons obvious... Quote: Ray has left the Orochi Household to the Downtown District.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 2:25 pm
“Bah! Excuses, excuses! You’re just grumpy that I interrupted your mating ritual.” Alex stomped away a few feet, as if annoyed, despite the fact that it was fairly obvious she wasn’t, due to the almost constant mirthful twinkle that her eyes possessed. “Ah, Afro! My fine Afroey friend!" Upon hearing Cesc mention the cable cord incidant a mock-indignant Alex sharply pivoted so that she was facing the couch he lay on, "Jesus, Cesc! It was an honest mistake that anyone would have made!" Another swift turn was made, "Okay, back to Afro- I....” There was a slight pause, “Hn, I lost my train of thought... Ray, m’dear, don’t be that way! Hey, come back!” With a slight huff, Alex was off, following Ray, who wasn’t allowed to go outside alone. It… Wasn’t encouraged that she go outside alone either, due to her nature, but if they went together than surely nothing bad could happen, because each of them had an escort. Makes perfect sense! Right?
Right?
A lesson that would soon be learned, if not by Alex and Ray, then by a complete stranger who happened to cross paths with them; Do not, under any circumstances, punch Murphy’s Law in the face repeatedly, and then spit on him. He does not appreciate it and isn’t afraid to kick. your. a**.
Of course, for Alex, she didn't just punch him in the face and spit on him, she shoved him into the dumpster and completely ignored him. Who needed silly things like guys named Murphy? Murphy... You know, that name really pisses her off.... So does Wilfred. "Yes, yes. I know. The Doctor wouldn't have died if Wilfred hadn't of been stupid and knocked on the do-...... Oh now you're just being a nuisance." Immediately after saying that the girl did a sort of in the air maneuver to avoid a kick from.... Something. Eventually, however, she caught up with Ray and exited the base at her side, cursing at the frustrating amount of locks and passageways one had to go through before getting to the outside world.
"Got to make sure you don't forget about the batteries." There was an incredibly cocky smirk tugging at her lips as she said this, and, lacking any and all self-control, Alex soon gave in, casting an incredibly infuriating look in Ray's direction.
Quote: Alex has left the Orochi Household alongside Ray to the Downtown District.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 2:44 pm
Cesc Fabregas of the OrochiSomewhere behind him Ray and Alex were talking back at him for something or another, but as they yammered on en route to the exit of the base some ways into the distance, he simply raised a lazy arm over the back of the couch and waved them off, thankful for the peace and quiet. 'Course, there was still one person left in the room that hadn't made their way out of the living room yet...but he was generally quiet enough that it didn't matter if he was there or not to the group leader's slumber. Shaka Zulu, affectionately referred to by Cesc as the group's 'Afro Samurai'...and the 'Afro Chef', occasionally...a man with deadly precision and power in his blade only surpassed in efficiency by his skill in the kitchen. Most people wouldn't have been comfortable sleeping in the same room with a man whose body count was higher than several national armies, but for Cesc, he found the presence somewhat soothing. The fact that there was somebody in this entire whacked out organization [how he hated that word, despite its semi-appropriateness] who could appreciate a good silence was enough to bring a tear to the eye. No, he didn't mind having the guy around as long as he was like this...and if he ever did turn on them, well, he'd just cross that bridge when he came to it. Worrying about the inevitable would only give you wrinkles...and Cesc Fabregas didn't do wrinkles. Or something like that.
"Hey," he mumbled against the cushion of the couch quietly, though he knew that the warrior would hear him. Great swordsmen had good ears for picking up even the most muffled of sounds...helped them avoid ambushes from rival warriors and such. "Whip up some bell peppers and beef," Cesc muttered quietly, blissfully unaware of the emptied contents of their kitchen and assuming that the dark-skinned man had been about to cook anyway, "I'm starving." Any attempt at elegance in his speech was overruled by the haze of sleep that continued to hang over him, lulling his long body back into the realm of dreams. Should Shaka wish to inform him that they were out of beef for the meal...well then, he'd have to take a chance on waking him again. Probably too much trouble...probably.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 5:14 pm
 Izaya AmatsuIzaya yawned as he walked into the central meeting point in the Serpent's Trench, noticing their boss had already made his way into a reclined state on the couch and that the other two who seemed to leave the largest amount of damage for him to clean up were already gone. Izaya rubbed his moppy hair for a minute as he tried to remember just what they had been told to do today, and almost shook off the thought as his eyelids became heavy seeing Cesc comfortably napping, something he would gladly emulate...until his eyes snapped open again. That was right, they'd told Ray to take care of the groceries today! If that was true then he had to catch up to them, or very likely she'd start a fire that he didn't know how to put out, which she tended to do no matter how easy the task Cesc pushed onto Ray seemed to be. Then he realized that Ale had went with her, and let out a sigh of relief...before noticing that the cable cord was still eaten. That was right, she had a tendency to eat away at anything without stopping short of people's sanity, and if she was with Ray then that meant a short fuse with some added gunpowder. "Hey Cesc, did you let those two leave. Did you let those two leave...alone..." Izaya said, rubbing his face for a minute like he was just going to ignore it. Then he suddenly rubbed his head roughly, biting down in annoyance. "There's no way I'm going to leave them unsupervised, wait for me!" Izaya dashed out of the room with that, his arming grasping the coat off the rack in a smooth motion as he took off after the other two, shedding the lackadaisical natural he shared with their leader most of the time for a more common reaction.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 12:56 am
Yelizaveta Ivanovna  There, sitting neatly on the tattered couch, was a girl with snowy white hair, skin just as pale and violet hues that were dulled out by the dark bags below them, showing just how little to no sleep she got every night. Slender hands cupped around a small mug filled with what it seemed coffee, as the girl stared at the wall in front of her, eyes fixed on some invisible target. There was no expression on that pale face, except for the insistent glint of anxiousness on wide purple orbs. She didn't move, the occasional blinking and the rising and lowering of her chest with every steady breath the only signs that proved she was, in fact a living person instead of a natural size porcelain doll.
Her gaze shifted back to the cup surrounded by long fingers before raising it to her lips, taking a small sip of the strong beverage. She returned to her original position, her eyes landing on the now half empty cup and the swirling vapor that rose into the air, mixing with the blue smoke left behind by the dozens of cigarettes being smoked each day. The girl looked up, returning her little attention to the almost null movement inside the household. It was particularly quiet; a silence she appreciated for the small amount it would last. (They wouldn't be out to get groceries forever...Or maybe they would. Who knew?) Silence was rare inside this house with the pyro's frequent outbursts and explosions, Alexander's gibberish and furniture wrecking and Izaya's occasional scoldings at any of them for their...antics, before fixing whatever they had broken/burned/chewed... and the list could continue on and on. But...she didn't mind; most of the time she didn't even notice. So deep inside she was on her own thoughts and worlds, she seldom noticed her surroundings. For now, she would just leave it aside, knowing she would have more than enough time to dwell into it later...
Veta dragged her gaze away from the wall, losing interest fast, before cringing her nose in disapproving manner, not at the nicotine that impregnate the atmosphere, but at the sleeping man on the couch at the other side of the spotless coffee table. Anxious, frightened eyes scanned the figure, frowning. Sleep...It was something she had stopped doing a long time ago, and she couldn't say she missed it, or envied the man in front of her. Sleep was a vile thing placed upon them all by those seen only by a few...leaving them humans at the most weakened and hopeless state as they devils, in their hellish intentions, did as they pleased with them. Yes! They were never safe!...never safe during those hours of drifting away into a deep slumber. She shuddered despite herself, a small crease forming on her forehead, before shifting on her seat once more.
Oh, they didn't know...didn't know.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 11:53 am
Shaka Zulu As The day went by The Afro Samurai was in his domain which was the kitchen, obviously preparing to fix up some food for his fellow members. Already at the stove there was a little pot filled with rice that was already simmering nicely inside. He had to prepare the products that will go ontop of the rice before it was complete. He didn't know what to use though, so he went to the refridgerator in order to see what they had inside. Shaka expected that they would only have Bell Peppers within their fridge, which made him put on a very grim and disappointed face when peaked into the fridge. However, he saw that there was a decent amount of meat, specifically Beef and Pork. His face showed no signs of being baffled by this, however it was indeed a pleasent surpise to see that there was more variety in the fridge, he would have to thank lil Rayray and Izaya for that.
Taking out a package of beef and a few red and yellow peppers Shaka began to place each of the items on the counter. Goining into the cabinet below the counter top Shaka pulled out a nonstick pan and placed it on the stove next to the Rice, turning on the burner to heat up the Pan it was now time to cut the ingredients down to size. First it was the peppers Throwing both the red and yellow pepper up in the air. As they were hovering above the non stick pan Shaka took his sword out from its sheath. Instantly Shaka Began slashing away at the peppers at blinding speed, at first it didn't seem like he did anything to the peppers, but once his sword was back in his sheath the peppers were were sliced up in circular pieces. He didn't like the fact that he was using hsi blade for something other than cutting the limbs off of his opponent, but his sword was more effecient than any knives in this kitchen.
Now it was time to get that meat, taking the pound of pork meat out of its package Shaka began to repeat the method he used with the peppers. Throwing the meat in the air Shaka unsheathed his blade once more and began slicing and dicing the meat into smaller pieces. One done the pieces of meat including some of the bones fell into the pan. Now it was time to spice it up a bit. Going to the cabinet above the countertop Shaka pulled out a few things that he will need for this. Spicy Sesame chili oil, ginger, and finally some curry powder. Shaka first oiled down the pell pepers and meat with the sesame oil lightly, and sprinkled the curry and ginger powder on the meat product. Once he was done Shaka grabbed the pan by its handle and began to move the pan around in order to move the contents within the pan as it was stir frying.
Only thirty-five minutes passed and the meat and bell peppers were just about done, turning off the stoves it was now time to set up lunch. Shaka proceed to take out seven bowls along with seven forks; He placed each of them side by side on the counter. Also Shaka took out two bottles, one holding some soy sauce and the other teriyaki sauce. Getting a big spoon out of the cabinet Shaka took the pot of rice and began to scoop up the rice and place it into each bowl. Each of the bowls had a good amount to quench their stomachs, but if they were still hungry there was more than enough for fifths. Place the pot on the stove and went for the pan full of bell peppers and meat, scooping that up Shaka began to place the toppings into each of the bowl of rice.
Now that Lunch was complete it was time to call the people to get there food because there was no way in this life or the next that Shaka would deliver their food; they all were perfectly able to walk to the kitchen and get the grub. The only person who could actually make Shaka deliver was probably Cesc, he was the leader and like the leaders from his tribe they had special rights. "Food is on! he called out in a loud booming voice so that the others could hear. Once that was done Shaka grabbed his bowl and fork and walked away from the kitchen and into the living area in the base. Sitting on the couch Shaka began to eat his work.
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