| Friday: February 1, 2008 |
[08 Jul 2009|01:51am] |
Who: Mitsuko and Irei
When: Evening
Where: Irei and Sascha's place
What: Post-coital discussion of recent events
Italics=Japanese dialogue
Mitsuko was still panting as she pulled herself off of Irei and laid down alongside him on the bed. Her flesh was slicked with sweat and her long hair clung to her skin. She reached to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lighter with slightly trembling hand.
They hadn't spoken when she'd come in. She'd simply strolled into the bungalow and when she found Irei, she kissed him furiously and they'd tumbled into his bedroom. She didn't want talk, she didn't want to discuss her feelings. She wanted to forget, to lose herself in the pleasure of another body. Irei seemed to have no objections and things had progressed.
Her mind had been plagued by the events of late. Hayate's imprisonment. Adrienne's attack. Adrienne...
Mitsuko's mother had told her not to become attached to people. That they would always let you down. Adrienne had not let her down... It was even worse. Adrienne had almost died. It was a hurt Mitsuko had never really experienced before. No one she'd cared about had ever died, as she'd never opened up enough to care about anyone. Now that she had, it frightened her. Even worse, it couldn't have been Hayate who had done it. Mitsuko was certain it had been him who had hurt so many people in Elysium. But now, there seemed to be someone else...
When Mitsuko was troubled like this, she turned to the one thing she knew could take her mind off of it.
It had worked, for a moment. Irei was skilled and the pleasure had clouded her mind while they writhed together in his bed. But with passions now cooled, the dark thoughts began to creep back into her mind.
Mitsuko lit both cigarettes and held one out to Irei. She ran her foot up and down his calf idly, her expression one of pensive uncertainty.
"Irei-kun...." Mitsuko started, worrying her lower lip slightly. But as soon as his name left her mouth, her query seemed ridiculous. She averted her gaze, a curtain of dark hair obscuring her face. "Nevermind. It's hardly good pillow talk."
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| Friday: February 1, 2008 |
[08 Jul 2009|05:12pm] |
Who: Jake, Aveira and Marcus
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Blacksmith and Weaponsmiths Shop
What: Jake and Aveira finally put the gloves on and poor Marcus gets stuck in the crossfire
Jake usually got in after Aveira did. She was an early riser and she was a bitchy one at that. Not to mention bossy. He kind of liked the bossy part, but the bitchy part he could do without. Maybe he could do a little sing-song in her honor and she would chill the hell out and stop trying to wear the pants on who did what in the shop. Jake knew what he was doing. The Siren didn't need a chick barking orders at him every five minutes. He usually tried not to be so moody around the vampire, but the rumors were starting to get to him. Part of it was because he was interested and the other half of him was annoyed. Why the hell wasn't there a newspaper in this joint? Rumors blew over the truth.
To try and ease the whole rumor deal, Jake fully decided he hated how the place was arranged. It was too neat and department store looking for him. It was time for some rearranging.
So, since the bitchy little blood sucker wasn't around he started to toss the wooden swords in the outside trash. Why did she even make those things? One, they looked like stakes used to kill vampires and two, she didn't reek of "I love children".
When he was finished dumping all of her crappy kiddish shit outside, he closed the door and went back to doing his own work. Making real weapons and items that people could use.
"How's that for pants wearing?" He grumbled.
Of course, he had no idea she saw the part where he was throwing her useless shit out the back door. At least he wouldn't have to make up some sort of half assed story
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| Friday: February 1, 2008 |
[08 Jul 2009|08:09pm] |
Who: Chris and Hayate
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall Dungeon
What: Chris is out of the pavilion, and goes to visit her favorite vampire
Chris couldn't stand being cooped up in the Medical Pavilion. She practically dashed out of the building the moment she was released with Charlie running behind her to catch up. And he always caught up with her; that was never a problem. Chris had stopped trying to outrun her brother a long time ago. They parted ways in the middle of town with Charlie headed home to the bungalow, and Chris making a bee line toward Town Hall. She was headed to see Hayate in the dungeons even though it was the very place where she had been injured.
That didn't matter to Chris, though. As long as that other mean guy wasn't there she wasn't going to worry. She doubted he would be since Charlie had reported the incident to Mr. Dylan, and if there was anyone who would deal with a situation like that it was Mr. Dylan. He was the twins' favorite council member by far because he was always so nice to them. Chris smiled smugly when she thought of all the trouble that mean vine guy had gotten into; that should teach him to never throw girls into walls ever again.
The dungeon guards let Chris pass without any trouble, and the young girl ran down the corridor to Hayate's cell. "Hayate!" Her voice echoed against the old, stone walls as did the sounds of her running feet. Her knitted purse swung back and forth against her body as she ran toward the vampire, stopping finally when she reached him. Her fingers wrapped around the bars, and she leaned as close as she could get.
"Hi..." she said softly with a bright smile on her face. She had missed him so much, and it made her happy to be able to see him again.
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