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Anita "Needy" Lesnicki (hellisagirl) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-01 01:52:00

Entry tags:

cal leandros, needy lesnicki

Who: Needy and Cal
What: Going out for chili cheese fries.
When: Evening, September 28th
Where: From the apartment lobby to a random restaurant.
Warnings: Uh. Probably language. I don't know what else there would be.

Needy hated to be the one to have to break it to Cal that he was apparently in some books, but he should probably know. Plus, was probably for the best if he heard it from her and not some random person that could show up at any point, having already read them before arriving there. She knew it sucked to have your life thrown out there for everyone to know when it really wasn't their business in the first place.

And no, she wasn't delusional. Or, well, maybe she was sometimes. But that wasn't anyone's business either. So what if she saw people that weren't there sometimes? She'd learned how to ignore it since it started happening, just like how she ignored the non-existent Colin as she walked down the stairs to meet Cal in the lobby. But she wasn't quite delusional enough to think that a heaping plate of fries was going to make everything all fine and dandy again.

When she saw he wasn't down there just yet she plopped down in one of the chairs to wait patiently.

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hellisagirl
2010-03-10 05:58 am UTC (link)

"Please. That didn't hurt, you big baby. I did not shove you hard enough for that," Needy said, chuckling as she rolled her eyes. "And good. You'd better be kidding about that."

But at the second part, she perked a brow. "And you know, I'm really hope you're talking about replacing your gun. Because if it was an actual baby, I wouldn't be helping you with that one at all. No way am I ever having kids," she smirked a bit, knowing full well that he was, in fact, talking about that gun. "Plus, that would have been a pretty major thing to leave out."

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aupheling
2010-03-10 06:32 am UTC (link)

He actually twitched at the mention of children, a wave of revulsion he couldn't quite suppress completely, he almost managed, but only almost, shaking his head like a dog trying to get water out of its ears, "No, not an actual baby, God no." Another, firmer, head-shake to clear that thought away, "But yeah, my gun." He shrugged, "My glock at least, since I don't have a clue where Nik found the canon." He shook his head, almost sadly, "Loved that gun."

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hellisagirl
2010-03-10 07:21 am UTC (link)

Well, if nothing else, it looked like Cal and Needy could agree on the baby front. She didn't know what her demon powers would do to a kid, of if a kid would end up with things from the demon that Needy didn't have. Like needing to eat people. Yeah, a cannibal kid, that wouldn't be so good.

"You know," Needy started, tilting her head to the side just slightly as though she were thinking about something. "I still haven't actually ever shot a gun. How weird is that? I'm from the midwest, Lt. of Kicking Ass, and I've never shot a gun."

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aupheling
2010-03-10 07:44 am UTC (link)

Niko had once drawn Cal a diagram, with stick figures, this is Cal, this is a girl, this is their demonspawn baby gnawing on the doctor. Cal hadn't needed that talk again, ever.

"If you're that hung up on not knowing, I can teach you." He paused, "Probably. Have to actually get ahold of one first, not as many dark alleys with people making dubious sales propositions in them here as there are in New York."

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hellisagirl
2010-03-10 07:53 am UTC (link)

"Hey, if you can get your hands on one, I wouldn't mind learning," she said with a bit of a shrug. "I mean, it's not really the single most important thing ever or anything, but still. If it means I'd be able to take some creep out without having to get close enough to stab the fucker, it might be pretty handy." Because that was what Needy was good with so far. Knives. And, you know. The every day punches and kicks, that sort of thing. Physical stuff.

But she had no idea what it would take to actually kill her, and she had no way of figuring it out. In the comics, people that could heal fast could get shot in the head or the heart and survive, but Needy had killed Jessica by stabbing her in the heart, so there was no way of knowing if that would work for her, too.

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aupheling
2010-03-10 07:58 am UTC (link)

He nodded, "Sure." A shrug, "I'm sure there's probably more patient teachers around at the compound, but I'm not against teaching you myself, I mean, you're the same way with people that I am." Which was the further away they were the better.

He very nearly grinned when the waitress returned with the plates, and he made a contented little growling sound just at the smell, "Yeah, that's the right stuff."

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hellisagirl
2010-03-10 08:11 am UTC (link)

"Hey, I'm not quite as bad as you are. I can probably list off more people around the complex than you can," Needy said with a bit of a smirk, followed by a shrug. "But it seems like we've got more people there offering to teach people how to shoot bows and arrows, which would be handy if the world was completely overrun with vampires, but it's not."

At the sight, and smell, of the chili cheese fries, Needy couldn't help smiling. She'd been craving them for months. Since way before she even landed in Kansas. After all, they didn't exactly offer them in the asylum, they weren't healthy enough for that. Or so the nutritionists said, Needy had her own suspicions about the food they were given there.

"Oh man," Needy said, still grinning, after she took her first bite. "Yep. These are fantastic."

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aupheling
2010-03-10 08:15 am UTC (link)

"Depends on the bow, really, and the composition of the arrow, granted, plain old wood isn't going to do much, Promise is pretty handy with a crossbow though, titanium quarrels." A shrug as he dug into his own plate, making another happy grumble as he very nearly melted into his seat, nodding because he'd momentarily lost his entire vocabulary other than: "S'good."

Maybe it was because he'd wanted them for a while, maybe it was because they really were that good, maybe it was some combination of the two, but they were delicious.

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