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#Post#: 301007--------------------------------------------------
In the city.
By: Brina Date: November 22, 2012, 10:00 pm
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I don't know if this is the starting post or whatever.
But it's a city.
Obviously. LOL.
And my next post will start this off! :]
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Re: In the city.
By: Brina Date: November 22, 2012, 10:01 pm
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“GET OUT” The scream shattered the peaceful serenity of the
room. My eyes snapped open and my muscles moved me out of the
way just fast enough to avoid what could have been a painful
kick. “GET THE FUCK OUT YOU STUPID WHORE.” An obese man towered
over my petite form. Spittle smacked onto my face from his roar
and I had to force myself from gagging as the rank scent of
alcohol and sweat forced its way up my nose in waves. I quickly
packed my belongings together, which was a rickety blanket that
barely covered me and a purse. Though this place reeked and was
unsafe…it was a home. It was a shelter and a place that I knew
that I at least wouldn’t freeze to death. That came with the
business though; you were never in a place for more than one
night before you were fighting to find a shelter for the next.
My heels clicked on the wood floor, I had to make my escape
quickly. My customer was becoming antsy whether it be because
his wife was coming or whatever, I had to get out before I was
injured. But first… “So..my payment..” I hinted at softly,
tucking my bottom lip beneath my teeth as the man all but
snarled at my, flashing his yellow deadened teeth. His black
beady eyes looked me up and down before he struck as swiftly as
a cobra, grabbing my forearm and pulling me against his rank
body. It caused my heart to sink like an anchor and my stomach
to twist uncomfortably. “Sleeping here was your payment you
stupid slut.” He growled, leaning in an running his tongue
against the soft flesh of my neck. Shivers went up and down my
spine and it took every ounce of self control I had not to push
him away and make a run for it. But I needed the money. I needed
food and he seemed to be hesitating. Soon he would say ‘But..’
and hopefully chalk over a few bucks. Any second now! My eyes
squeezed shut in an attempt to stop the grimace from cursing my
lips and all but causing the man to chuckle and push me out the
door.
“But…” Here it is! The payment! The moola! “You were pretty good
in bed.. and I’ll be seeing more of you soon.” I felt the rank
breath sliver on my ear and swore I felt the hair his breath
touch wither away, but none of that mattered as I felt the
papery substance slide between my fingers. “Thank you.” I said a
bit shakily as I opened my eyes and tried my best at a seductive
smile before breaking free from his grasp and sliding out the
door as swiftly as my heels would allow me. It was mid-afternoon
outside and definitely not safe for my skanky appearance, but I
hardly cared. I wanted to get as far away from that man and
house as possible. Chances were that I’d never see him again, at
least I could pray. He gave nice tips though, I noted as I
checked out the fifteen dollars in my hand. That would be enough
food for a couple of days at least!
I made my way to the closest gas station and from there made my
way to the restroom where I was greeted with my worst enemy- the
mirror. Every day I was met with the mirror, the more I began to
hate whoever made such a horrible instrument…because the mirror
told the truth. The cold, hard truth. It showed the dark bags
under my eyes. It showed the fear in my gaze, the smeared
eyeliner and lipstick. The ratty hair. The shirt that was just a
size too small to show off my bust, and the skirt that was an
inch too shorts to show off as much of my legs as possible
without being too obvious to the cops, and of course there were
the heels whose black paint was chipped. I tore my eyes away
from my image and washed my face of the makeup as well as combed
my hair. Maybe the next place I stayed at would let my shower..
maybe they would smell a bit fresher. I had better be careful
not to dream too big now.
When I looked up again, my face pure of any make I almost
looked..normal. Vulnerable, of course, but like an actual human
being. Turning away, I placed my brush in my bag, I wouldn’t
have to get my “face” back on until the sunset too place. Until
then I could be real..I could be Kaylen.. But when the night
began to take over the world I would become Anna. It was what I
had to do in the fight between security and the possibility of
freezing to death and god knows what else in this cold world.
Stepping from the bathroom I took a seat on a metal bench that
was placed just outside, fishing a cigarette from my purse. The
metal froze my butt and the soft breeze gave me a slight chill,
but in a sense it was refreshing. As I lit the cigarette I
reminded myself of how much I hated smoking. I hated the scent
and I had heard what it did to the body…but what they said was
true, it relieved stress and I tried to keep an eye on how often
I did it hoping that I wouldn’t become addicted. If I did..what
was the misfortune? It wasn’t like that would be the worst thing
in my life…especially to a person whose only reason to live was
the hope that one day a miracle would come through.
With a slight curve of my lips, I shook my head and exhaled a
stream of smoke into the air as I eyed a car pulling into the
gas station. “This is no life..” I murmured. A sentence that I
had said allowed every day, every morning for two years.
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Re: In the city.
By: Iyuz Date: November 22, 2012, 10:45 pm
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[center]This city was vile, a waking cest pool of never ending
dissatisfaction. With a dispassionate gaze, he plundered the
depths of his surroundings with piercing blue and teal orbs
behind his glasses, a mug of coffee firmly held in his fingers.
It wasn't the first time he found himself scowling at the
displeasure of living in this city, it happened nearly every
day. Finding new things to hate about the place, he often tried
to look at the more optimistic side of things. A familiar tidal
wave of disgust riddled him as he watched the people pass by
him, his daily metronome life of tottering between liking and
hating the familiar faces he saw. This morning, it was disgust
due to a rather brute looking man had scared yet another person
with his impudent and repulsive attitude. Taking a sip of his
coffee, he felt a familiar song breach his mind, paying close
attention to it's lyrics momentarily before he removed the mug
from his lips only to replace it with a black cylinder of herbs
and tobacco. Lighting it's tip, he inhaled the comforting scent
of herbs before he got up from his seat and began his adventure
of walking.
It was like this every morning, he knew this city in and out, if
only because of these walks. Taking new turns or old turns,
finding new alleys and new passages, he was rather active.
Taking his surroundings in with new perspectives and old ones,
he paid ever close attention as the agile observer he was.
Instead of continuing his walk though, he wanted to finish his
coffee. Finding a peculiar looking station, he walked past it
and sat down on the bench. Taking enjoyment in his coffee and
odd cigarette, he found relaxation from the annoyances of this
place. He found solitude to be his preferable path, but only
because people were blithering idiots. If he had to deal with
one more person being a fool, he'd most certainly snap. It was
when that slight anger arose that he felt that familiar snap as
the last of his coffee was sliding down his throat. Damn it all
to hell. The thought shot across his mind before soon enough, he
found himself rather small and helpless again. Pink fur
bristled, as was their nature with emotions that reigned towards
negativity, while his small paw raised and shifted his tiny
glasses.
Every time this happened, his large frame twisting into
something small, he always found himself with a set of small
glasses and his clothing had simply vanished. But his cigarette
and mug never went anywhere. Cursing beneath his breath, he
chided himself for being oblivious to the time he had sat down
and the time he had gotten angry. His whiskers twitched, his
form of a small pink bunny with small glasses and a cigarette
burning in his tiny mouth, he was stuck again. "Blimey 'ell! I'm
so tired of being stuck in a damn mug every time!" He growled,
though it came out as a rather cute sound, which pissed him off
more. It wasn't until a rather shabby looking woman sat next to
his prison that he thought of a plan. Letting the cigarette fall
from him to the ground, he squirmed his way to the top of the
mug and used both his paws to support him while his left foot
tried to poke out of the cup as well. Finding it useless to get
out himself, he sighed in despair, he'd have to get some help.
He hated getting help, loathing having to have a conversation
with someone he didn't know let alone someone who looked like
hell.
Looking her over once, twice, and then a third time; his
calculating eyes hidden beneath his glasses while he observed
the woman who chided herself and smoked a cigarette. It wasn't
too obvious that she was a prostitute, but it was something that
could be told by her attire and her smell. Not that a human
could see that, but he wasn't human, so it didn't matter.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that he'd have to calm down
and let another change happen, which could take forever; or get
this girl to help him out of this damn cup and get her to help
him back to his house. The question was, how would she react to
a small talking bunny? It was rather embarrassing, causing a
disgruntled groan to come from his maw. Planting his paw to his
face, he fell back into the cup with a squeak and growled at
himself. "Miss?" He chimed, that elegant and poised voice coming
from the hollows of his chest as he squirmed back to the sort of
out position he was in before. "MISS!? Could you please help me
out of this cup?!" He said, rather snapily, even though he
didn't mean to. He was just angry as all get out. It wasn't like
he enjoyed being stuck in this cup, nor did he like that his fur
was becoming sticky with the left over liquid. It annoyed him,
he liked being pristine and clean. He waited, holding himself up
with a struggle as his ears twitched rapidly, hoping she'd help
him while hating it all the same. [/center]
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Re: In the city.
By: Brina Date: November 22, 2012, 11:18 pm
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I didn’t even glance away from the steady traffic as a high
pitched voice entered my ears. Miss? I was no ‘Miss’, at least
no one had the courtesy of calling her something besides a whore
or tramp for years. The name miss simply bounced off of my
shoulders as I took the final drag of my cigarette and allowed
the voice to leave my mind as I settled back down to watch the
cars race by. What if I were to step out in front of… The voice
broke my concentration once more causing me to look over my
shoulder with my lips twisted in a sure snarl. This was the only
relaxation I got all day and I was not about to let some
stupid…There was nobody there! My blue eyes widened as I glanced
around before shaking my head once more and looking to my purse
to fetch another cigarette. “You’re losing it this time, Kaylen.
Hearing voices.” A snort left me then as I chuckled over my
insanity. It was bound to happen, especially in this business.
Just as I had found the carton that would surely ease my
anxieties, the voice spoke again. This time I was sure I heard
it! I looked up at an elderly man in passing but he simply
narrowed his eyes at me, an unwelcoming gaze. Surely, it
couldn’t be him. There were no kids around either so this
couldn’t be a joke. Was I really going crazy? I turned around to
make sure there was nothing behind me, but sure enough it was
only the wall of the gas station. It was when I looked beneath
the bench that the words that the voice said snapped into place.
I’m fairly certain at that point in time my mouth dropped open,
full agape, ready for any flies nearby to fly in! “You..” A
nervous chuckle then as I glanced around. Last night I must have
tripped on some sort of acid and the effects must still be in my
body. “A rabbit. A pink rabbit at that. A pink rabbit WITH
glasses” I couldn’t help but laugh again at the mere oddness of
the situation. “I really am going mad! To think that a rabbit
could actually speak to me.” Lifting up the cup I took a few
moments to admire the cute cup, it obviously didn’t fit in with
the city, nor did the disgruntled rabbit which stared at me with
almost hatred behind its glasses.
I wasn’t surprised though, rabbits were never known to be the
most cuddly of animals. “A rabbit in the city. Those teens out
there must have abused you by dyeing your fur.. There is no way
you could survive out here on your own.. And though you’re
cute..I don’t have a home to offer you or you best believe I
would be taking you home!” Placing the cup between my legs in
order to hold it steady, I used both hands so that I would be
able to support the rabbit as I lifted him up carefully out of
the cup. It was definitely a tight squeeze and took a few
moments of shifting in order to lift him up, but once he was
free I took a few moments to comb my fingers through his soft
pink fur. There were so many questions racing through my head!
Why was he stuck in a cup? Was it even a he? Pink is an awfully
girly color for this rabbit to be a he. Where had that voice
come from? Was I really hearing things? Why is his fur pink? How
do the glasses stay on his face, and why does he even allow
glasses on his face. I held him close for a few moments before
placing him on the ground so that I wouldn’t get attached. There
was no way that I would be able to keep a bunny. It would be
certain death for him if he were to come with me, whereas at
least he had a slim chance of life this way. “You go on now, and
stay safe!” The cup, however, was a different story. At least I
could feel a bit civilized this morning!
Running into the gas station I bought a cheap bottle of iced tea
with my work money before racing back out onto the bench. I
didn’t care that a rabbit had just been in the cup, I had
experienced far more disgusting things and at this point in time
the rabbit had left my mind. A childish grin curved my lips as I
poured the cold tea into the cup before lifting it up and taking
a small sip, allowing my grin to grow into a real smile. For a
brief moment I felt like a mischievous kid again, forgetting all
about my external problems as I allowed myself to have my own
private tea party.
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Re: In the city.
By: Iyuz Date: November 22, 2012, 11:39 pm
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[center]Upon seeing the woman's expression along with her
chiding herself again, he groaned in discontent. Of course she
would see herself stark raving mad if she couldn't place the
voice let alone it belonging to a pink bunny. Grumbling a bit,
he shifted around in the cup, ignoring the woman now for she was
certainly of no help. Though when he felt the cup being shifted,
he snapped his cold eyes to her. This woman had finally come to
terms that he had spoke? No, of course not, she had just found a
silly pink bunny in a cup and thought teenagers had made him
that way. Great. He rolled his eyes behind his glasses, taking
in her every twitch and move as she lifted him out of the cup.
It wasn't odd that this girl was suddenly coddling, but it
didn't mean he liked it. Rather he hated the coddling in
general, so was his curse. Growling a bit, he snapped up at her
when she settled him down then bolted. It wasn't like he even
cared about the cup, it was the fact that without her, he
wouldn't make it home without being seen and probably picked up
by a child. When she returned, using his mug, he groaned. "Are
you stark raving mad you blithering idiot?!" He snapped, finally
letting his anger show.
It wasn't the first time he had snapped, but it was certainly
the first time in a little while and it felt rather enthralling.
Using the power in his legs, as well as the power of some
magick, he made a great leap onto her lap and used his claws to
climb up her shirt and stare her right in the face. "It was me
who was yelling for you damnit! Bloody 'ell are you needing of a
good quip!" He stated, narrowing his eyes beneath his glasses.
"I don't care who you are, or that you're using my damn cup for
that matter, since you helped me get out of that thing you can
keep it for all I care." He paused, letting her drink in the
fact that yes, a pink rabbit was talking to her. "And before you
call yourself bonkers, I am in fact real, and am in need of your
assistance." Those words burned like acid coming up his throat,
he hated that word, assistance. Another growl or two later, he
had nestled himself on her shoulder and shivered with rage.
"Just keep your tongue to yourself and listen to my direction.
That is all I'm asking of you, if you want something out of it,
name what it is and I'll give it to you. Unless it's something
personal, because then you're shite out of luck."
Grumbling, this was asinine and he was dreading every second
spent near this person. Not because she herself was bad, but
because there was only one person he actually liked and that
person was long gone, leaving himself to this cold lake he
formed in his mind. This frozen tundra that left him cold every
waking moment. The affinity that tied him to certain thing
keeping that chilled place in his heart as he snapped his gaze
to her again. "Now. I'm sorry.." He paused, that word causing
him to bite his tongue again. "That I have disrupted what ever
you were doing before, but you are the only one that is near me
and the only one with enough sense it seems to get me where I
need to go. That's obvious since you already thought teenagers
dyed my fur, when in fact, it's.. Unfortunately... Pink." That
word, unfortunately, was snapped out like a cobra's bite.
Jarring his head against her jaw, his tiny paw snapped up and
thwacked against her cheek. "I need to get to my home a couple
of streets over. Since you're right here, and I'd rather not be
picked up by anyone in the street, I'll pay you and do what ever
else you need. But only One thing." He stressed the word one.
"If you prove to be more than helpful and compliant, I might
even reward you with a second thing, but unless you can keep
your tongue to silence and impudent mannerisms, there will be no
such thing. So if you would get on with the bloody thing, I'd
appreciate it. What is your answer?!" He waited, his anger not
subsiding but only growing with every second that passed. He
wanted, no, needed, to get home. This wasn't anything that a
normal person could handle, he'd probably give her what she
wanted then send her one her way after a good memory wash. She'd
probably think that she had gone mad at the fact that the rabbit
she was.. Coddling.. Just moments ago had snapped at her and
requested her help. Again with that damnable word, he seethed at
it and growled again, becoming impatient. [/center]
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Re: In the city.
By: Brina Date: November 23, 2012, 12:05 am
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I screamed as the rabbit jumped up on my lap, the cup fell from
my fingers and shattered against the ground. The nails of the
creature dug into my flesh and I flinched back against the bench
suddenly scared of this seemingly innocent creature. The
rabbit..it was…yelling..at me! I felt my lips parted in shock
not sure if I should feel terrified or inquisitive, or perhaps
both. Either or when the rabbit demanded that I were to help him
I felt something slam down in my body, like a concrete wall. Men
were always controlling me, forcing me into whatever positions
they’d like and I’d have to obey in hopes of making it through
the night and getting paid. I wasn’t about to let some rabbit
walk all over me. “I don’t..I don’t think I want to help someone
so rude. You know what? I think you can get home yourself! I
have enough money for food tonight, and I’m sure I’ll find a
place to crash.”
Lifting the rabbit up by his scruff of his neck, a place that
caused most animals to go limp like a ragdoll, I placed the
rabbit on the side of the bench and stood up, wobbling
momentarily on my heels. My heart beat quickly as I turned to
face the creature. I didn’t like being so cruel and harsh, but I
had emotions too.. I wasn’t just some toy- a sex toy to men and
apparently an escort for this rabbit. “I don’t need anything you
have to offer, and I certainly don’t need your attitude. Maybe
if you were nicer I would change my mind.” Walking back towards
the street, I looked both left and right trying to decide which
way I wanted to go.
There was good business to the left, but that was also the
direction in which my previous customer lived and I was hoping
that I wouldn’t see him for awhile.. Plus the rabbit had offered
me anything…maybe he would give me a free night to stay at his
house if I brought him home.. No, I refused to give into a
creature so arrogant! If I were to go to the right I would have
to be a lot more cautious because there was a police building
not too far down the road. There was hardly any business there..
Again my mind thought of the rabbit.. If I were to stay at his
house tonight I wouldn’t have to worry about such a thing..and
maybe I could give my body a rest.. Plus he guaranteed me money!
It would always be nice to feel a bit more secure with some more
money..
Just as I was about to dispute the thought once more I heard the
soft apology from the distance from the animal even though it
sounded forced. He was still trying to convince me to bring him
home! Unbelievable! He was the safest bet though.. I turned
around just to see a little girl sneaking up on the talking
rabbit, her mom only a few steps behind. Running towards the
creature, I beat the girl just in time and lifted up the rabbit.
“Momma! A talking bunny! I want it!” Both were well dressed, I
was surprised they even dared to show their faces at such a
dingy gas station. The little girl’s bottom lip jutted out in a
large pout as she looked at her mother but pointed at the rabbit
in my arms. Rolling her eyes, the mother glared at me and
pressed her lips together as though to make an offer. “I-I’m
sorry,” I stammered out quickly taking a few steps backwards.
Why shouldn’t I sell him?! That would guarantee me money! But
what about a home?! “This is my favorite toy. I could never. I’m
sorry.” A brief look of relief crossed the woman’s face whether
it be the fact that she wouldn’t have to pay for her spoiled
brat of a daughter or the fact that she didn’t have to deal with
the likes of me anymore, I didn’t know. I didn’t take the time
to know as I cradled the rabbit against me.
For the next few feet I let a stony silence settle in between
the rabbit and I. I wanted to shout out how badly I wanted to
give him to that family, and if under any other circumstances I
would have with a bright smile on my lips for he deserved it!
Hell! Everyone deserved misery after what sort of life I was
forced into! I stomped along the ground lost in my own little
pity party before I came to the road once more at which point I
grumbled “What way?” though I didn’t even take the time to
glance down at the creature in my arms. Instead I sneered at a
car as they wolf whistled out the window as they passed me.
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Re: In the city.
By: Iyuz Date: November 23, 2012, 12:46 am
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[center]In the moment the scream pierced his ears, he was ready
to snap once more. Rather angry that his hearing had been
impaired by the woman's shrill, he barely contained himself. In
the moment she had the audacity to touch him again, he was on
the brink. "Don't you dare grab me like that again!" He snapped,
growling rather harshly. "Any animal hates being grabbed there
by anyone other than their damn mothers!" He said, not liking
the world at the moment. This vile place just grew worse and
worse. She wasn't going to help him and the moment that child
came near him, he was about to go off. Yet in the instant he
opened his maw to shout a rather unneeded strength of a spell,
he was snatched up again. Feeling like a helpless ragdoll, he
felt weak, he hated it. With a passion he hated it. Yet the
woman defended him. Though he could feel her distaste for him
and even her want to bargain him off to the smug woman. It
mattered not now, she hadn't done it and in that, he hadn't
spoken a word until she broke the silence. Damnit, he was hoping
she wouldn't, but how the hell would he get home if he didn't
tell her?
Growling a bit at himself, he muttered unintelligent words
beneath his breath, chiding himself for a moment before his head
snapped back to look up at her. "Thank you for... Helping...
Me." He seemed forced and strained at the entire sentence, words
that were like acidic bile floating in his mouth. "Just take a
left at the first light and then a right at the second. You'll
see a victorian house that looks grim and uninviting, that would
be mine." He stated, some what dispassionately and coldly.
Honestly, he couldn't help it. Years of this had made him this
way. Years of being a pawn in a vast game of chess that quipped
him this way and that. Forcing him into solitude and distrust.
Yet he didn't speak another word, just watching where she walked
and making sure she turned the right way. Once they arrived at
his house, he pointed her towards the door and jumped from her
arms onto the lavish handle. Saying something beneath his
breath, he jumped onto the handle and the door slid open.
Leaping to the ground, he motioned her with a paw to come in.
The inside was chilled and had a darkened elegance to it. A
rather fitting darkness that was shrouded in mystery and lavish
elegance that showed that he could be poised when he wasn't
angry.
Going over to the desk that rested in the corner of the room, he
jumped onto the chair and then to the desk, moving across a
large leather bound book. He was still very angry right now, so
he held his tongue, not wanting to push his politeness in
gaining help for today. Though he hated to admit it, the girl
deserved some reward for her help. Damn that word. Pushing
through the pages, he shifted his glasses with his tiny paw and
read something before reciting it in the undertones of his
voice. Instantly, he seemed to calm down. With in those
instances, a sudden change took place. It wasn't long after the
unnerving sound of bones and flesh cracking and tearing did he,
as a man, sit at his desk. Blond hair tangled over his face as
he removed his now larger glasses and pinched the bridge of his
nose. This was going to be a difficult night, he could already
tell. "You mentioned that you could find a place for the night
while you shouted at me if I recall correctly. I'm going to
assume that this is one of your requests out of the two and
payment I am giving you as a reward for helping me?" His voice
was calmer, much calmer, and more elegant and poised. Though it
still held that cold edge to it.
Standing up from his desk, he wore a fitting black long sleeved
shirt that defined his chisled frame and blue slacks. Staring at
her with those steely blue and teal orbs, he placed his glasses
on the desk and returned his gaze to her. "I'm sorry I snapped
at you, though I don't admit it in a very apologetic way, since
I rather hate the word it's self.. I do mean it, you did not
deserve that chiding. I'll be bloody well damned if I don't
apologize for my unpoised actions. You see, the only time I am
in that embarrassing shape is when I get too angry, you just
happened to be the one to get the brunt of the first blow.
Again, I am sorry." Those words still felt like acid in his
throat, but he still maintained that rather stoic and
unexpressing face. "Now, my name is Rufus. I want you to think
carefully on what you desire for your two rewards. Keep in mind
that I said nothing personal, so do not expect me to agree to
anything that is in that manner. But.." He trailed off,
examining her attire for a moment before he soon gave that
calculated expression to examining her. It wasn't in a way that
would depict want of any sort, if anything, he wanted this
person away from him.
His cold disposition did not fail him as he snapped his vision
to her eyes and stared at her with that blank expression. "I
want you to think critically for your well being. I may not seem
it, and even if I hate people, I do enthuse in making people
think before they speak. Especially when it comes to them
getting something out of it. So.. Think wisely. You could choose
to stay here or leave here, you could choose to gain some kind
of material reward.. It is your choice entirely, but I do not
want an answer right now." He shifted on his heels, even his
moves presented elegance and poise. His narrowed orbs signaled
her to the sofa as he sharply stated,"Take a seat and think, I
will request your answer after dinner. Which you will be
attending, and I will not take no for an answer. Do not think of
it as a command though, I could care less what you do, but in my
home.. As a guest and as the person who so favorably helped me
home, I will not take no for an answer when it comes to me
repaying that." Though he quickly turned to walk down the hall,
there was something about his demeanor that gave a sense of care
for her.
Despite his tries to be as distant and cold from people as
possible, he found himself slipping beneath his frozen lake, the
rim of ice around it melting away slowly. There would always be
this small sense of want to take care of someone, that was just
how he was. Yet he always kept that acidic attitude to keep
people away from him, caring only led to trouble, and trouble
had almost gotten him killed one too many times before. It took
about fifteen minutes for him to return, a plate rather filled
to it's rim with food that seemed as delectable as it smelled.
Setting it in front of her with the proper utensils, he held his
plate in his other hand and moved over to his desk. Silence
continued to creep in the air, whether she would break it or not
was up to her. Though he some how hoped she wouldn't, for the
sake of his sanity and in keeping his anger away, he didn't want
her to chide him and then piss him off. He rather hated that
damnable rabbit form of his and would like to keep out of it for
now. Taking bite as he read his book, he concentrated on
everything around him, without seeming to at all. [/center]
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Re: In the city.
By: Brina Date: November 23, 2012, 10:21 pm
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The walk home was perfectly silent on my part aside from the
clicking of my heels against the pavement. Every now and again a
pig would call something crude out of his window, though I
simply stared straight ahead towards the ground. I had grown
used to the abuse; accustomed to it so much in fact that without
the consistent strings of insults that without them my life
seemed off. Was it such a bad thing these men shouted out the
car windows? They were only calling me what I truly was- a
whore. I could feel my head droop a little bit at the fact. It
was something I had come to terms with a long time ago when I
chose this lifestyle. I had almost forgotten about the rabbit in
my arms, the way his squeaky voice directed me towards the house
hardly interrupted my thoughts as I once was. My body was like a
zombie; oblivious to the world around me…it was a state I was
used to being in, especially during the night when I had strange
men grabbing at my body.
I sighed and blinked as my body came to a halt in front of a
house. An actual house! I was used to seeing huge apartment
building tower over me and though this place seemed desolate and
even a bit cold (And no wonder why! Look at who was living in
it!), it almost immediately felt like a home. Standing in the
doorway of the house I felt a chill wrap around my arms as
though the place was alive and trying to pull my into its
confides. I didn’t follow the rabbit immediately though, instead
I stood outside for a brief moment simply staring down the room
that sprawled in front of me. It was when a car honked behind me
and I turned to see the pudgy man from last night staring me
down with his beady eyes that I booked it into the house and
closed the door very firmly behind me.
I would be having nightmares of that man. Sure, he had offered
me a night in his room, put if now he was going to stalk me it
wasn’t worth it. Feeling a bit shaky and ill at ease I sunk into
the closest chair that I could find and instantly pulled my
knees up to my chest and pulled my fingers through my slightly
dank hair. Right now I was Kaylen, real and vulnerable..even a
bit scared to leave this house. Scared that the man from last
night would be waiting for me. The voice of a man caused me to
jump and stare at the figure at the desk across the room. I had
missed the total transformation of the rabbit turning into a
man..yet somehow I knew that this man had to have been the
rabbit. In some ways they were quite similar though this human
form seemed a bit more…kind? Still distant and cold given, but
whatever, I could deal with that.
I could feel my mouth loosen a bit as I realized for a brief
moment just how attractive he was. Now I knew for a fact I
didn’t belong here. Looking over my shoulder I expected some
vintage looking girlfriend to come trotting through the doors
and to kiss him on the cheek back casting me the glare of death.
And I wouldn’t blame her in the least because every girl had the
right to protect their man from a scantily clad woman. God knows
if I had a man in my life that I actually felt some sort of
emotions for that I would possibly snarl my teeth at any women
that gave him a second glance. Shaking my head, I looked away
from the beautiful man and instead focused on the table.
Everything in here seemed expensive unlike all the different
homes I spent the night in which usually reeked and were
stained. It seemed like suddenly I was the one imperfection of
the house, the one dirt stain that had been missed.
I nodded softly at his sentence, daring to glance back at the
man across from me before quickly looking away. Though I wasn’t
looking at him, I could hear him shift, hear the shoes tap
against the ground. I could feel his stare burning me but I
refused to give into the spotlight sensation and simply
continued to focus on the wall. Even at his apology I simply
shrugged, I had lost my voice. I wasn’t even remotely worthy of
speaking to this man much less staying the night in his perfect
house. I still hadn’t gotten over the fact that he had treated
me horribly, his great looks didn’t take away his still rotten
attitude, but I still felt as though I was below him somehow.
Lesser. “It’s okay.” I insisted finally, daring yet another
glance at him and meeting his blue eyes with my own blue orbs.
The look lasted for only a brief instant before my gaze fell
down to my heels and I began to fiddle with them somehow so that
I wouldn’t have to be looking at the man before me. Maybe if I
was a normal girl I would be good enough for him. No. Maybe if I
was some super model I would be good enough but even then… And
just like that the thought was out of my mind. Out of sight and
out of mind. Just like the man was after a brief lecture on my
future.
I curled up on the sofa in the smallest ball my body would allow
of my- my security ball as I liked to call it. Maybe if I could
just curl myself up small enough no one would notice me.. maybe
I would even be able to disappear. Of course it never worked
like that, but there was nothing wrong with dreaming. In my mind
I contemplated all of my actions, as well as throughout dinner.
The meal was absolutely delicious. It must have been the first
time my stomach was fully full in two years. I didn’t say a
thing throughout the meal, nor did I look at the man though I
could feel his eyes upon me the whole time. Was I truly that
interesting? Me? The street girl? Glancing up just once I
realized that I was wrong as the man had his nose stuffed in a
book. It was for the better, silly me for getting my hopes up.
What kind of hopes were they anyway? I had no life…and he..I
don’t know what he had. A strange ability.. but at least he had
a home.
As the dinner finished, I cleared my throat and glanced around
nervously. I wasn’t used to having real conversations with
people. I didn’t speak to another human being unless it was for
seduction and I was fairly certain if I went up to him, ran my
fingers up his arm and around his neck and whispered in his ear
“I would love to stay here…” that I would instantly be kicked
out. Plus, internally I wasn’t a whore, and I still had this
nagging feeling that there must be a girlfriend somewhere. A man
this attractive couldn’t be single! Enough of that!
Tapping my fingers against the table, I fidgeted and slipped
them off of the wooden table, only to rub them together in
constant motion just out of sight. “I..um. I mean.. I just want
to be safe here.. and I feel safe here..” I looked around, and
then stared at the door, afraid once more that the bulky
predator from last night would be creeping just outside. “I
understand that I can’t sleep here forever. I’m not sure I would
even want that.” I said, trying my best to crack a joke in the
situation. I even pulled off a faint half hearted grin! “But if
you just let me stay one night I would really be thankful.. I
won’t bother you. I’ll just sleep on the couch. And I’ll be out
by the crack of dawn..” Finally I met his gaze once more. “I
haven’t decided yet what I want my second wish to be..I’m
sorry..” I said meekly, inching back against the back of my
chair, muscles tense for any abuse that may come. I braced
myself for the no, as I often did, and for a possible slap for
not being able to think fast enough to come up with two
requests.
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Re: In the city.
By: Iyuz Date: November 23, 2012, 11:03 pm
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[center]Upon the silence during his meal, he had given great
thought to the girl sitting in his home. With a raise of his
hand before she spoke, he flicked his wrist and the scattered
different locks on the door locked in unison. Having pushed his
plate aside, he could feel that etching sight on his back while
he, in turn; had been watching her rather closely without being
noticed. Narrowing his blue and teal orbs at her words, her
excessive fidgeting, he'd have to school this woman in
properness at some point. Getting to his feet as she seemed to
cower back after her words, he gave a flick of his head to
removed his disheveled locks from his view. That rather cold and
stern glare of his focused solely on her as he moved to the side
of the couch and pressed his palm to the top of her head.
"Request denied." He stated firmly, turning his eyes on her as
he quirked a brow. "I told you to think on your decisions, I
never said when after dinner I wanted them. For you to cower in
fear of someone is absolutely repulsive. Where in the blimey
hell is the woman who so viciously snapped at me before for my
snide tongue?"
Shaking his head, he picked up the dishes and carried them off
into the kitchen before he returned with a bundle of black
clothing in his arms. "Since you can't seem to make a good
decision on your own, I'll give you a hint." Placing the bundle
on the table in front of her, he returned to his desk and poured
himself a half glass of firewhiskey before pouring her a quarter
glass of the rather strong liquid, a flick of his wrist causing
the glass to simply float upon the air to the table in front of
her with a soft clink. Turning his sharp gaze to her again, he
folded his hand beneath his cheek and his elbow against the back
of his chair. Once again, that calculating stare met with her
face. "I told you, I want people to think. People think daily on
their decisions, yes, but they never actually think. You have
stated that you feel safe here, imagine what you feel safe from
and consider the actions that will happen afterwards. Actually
think, don't assume things of the person you're turning to.
Whether it be me or someone else, think about yourself first and
think about the other people later. What would accommodate you
the best?"
Taking a swig of the drink, he lingered in the taste and burn of
the whiskey before his orbs danced over her once more. "I could
care less what you ask of me, I will grant it if it is not
personal. As long as you do not ask me to tell you anything
about myself or ask of me that I do anything that will invade my
personal space." He growled a bit beneath his breath, only a
slight twinge of anger. "And what in the bloody hell are you?
You say you'll leave at the crack of dawn? That you wont bother
me? You're bothering me right now with your idiocy!" He snapped,
glaring towards her as he finished off his drink and propped his
head back up on his closed hand. "Think damn it! What would
benefit you the most? Here is your hint, a place to stay that
will permit you a long enough stay for you to get on your feet.
It's not hard for anyone to tell what you do to get by, nor is
it hard to tell that you as in a person, are not some sodding
wench to be cast to the wind as anyone chooses. You proved that
much when you quipped at me with a burning anger." Keeping a
sudden blanked expression, he looked to the wall for a moment
before he gave out a frustrated sigh.
"I'm reprimanding you for your lack in back bone. You'll lose
one favor, but.." He trailed off, slitting his eyes to her once
more as he gave a fierce look of disapproval. "I will replace
this favor with something more solidified. You will stay here
until you are equipped with enough knowledge and enough...
Grace.. To get by without having to resort to the measures you
have been as of late." Standing up, he crossed his arms over his
chest as he stared down at her. "You will have to put up with my
snide comments and you will attend lessons in stitching and
courses in regular things. Now, I'm going to.. Hopefully.. Guess
that you know simple education, though I don't doubt it, you
will be given books to go over and different lessons to learn.
In this, you will have to apply basic education." Straightening
his already broad and rather poised pose, he glared at her
harshly. "This time, I am telling you what to do. In the time
you spend here, you'll learn that I do not fair well with people
in general. I do not like people and I loath contact with them.
So, if you wish to go out, you'll be doing it without me but.. I
will not leave you without an escort of some sort until I've
taught you proper defense."
Now he was really laying into her harshly, even his voice was
tinged with a bit of blotchy anger and determination. "I do not
want your answer in the case of the favor I owe you until you
have thought of all possibilities and outcomes of the decision
you make. Now, I do not plan on imprisoning you here or
anything, so do not assume such things. You're free to leave
when ever you like, but what ever your decision is, will depend
on my decision on granting your request or not." Turning quickly
on his heels, his taught shoulders showing no signs of relaxing
as he settled down at his desk again and seemed to turn his
attention back to his book. "You will refrain from going into my
personal room unless I am in there and you absolutely need me."
There was something eating at the edge of his words, something
unfinished, until he involuntarily spat out the rest of the
sentence,"Unless it is for comfort of some kind. In this, I will
grant you a means of personal comfort and contact with me until
you have regained your confidence and being the cunning person I
think that you could possibly, with enough teachings, turn out
to be."
Those words were worse than the acidic bile of the dreadful
word,'help'. They stung his throat and he immediately turned to
his firewhiskey again. "Now, the bathroom is the second door on
your left down the hall. Go get properly cleaned up and change
into those clothes I've given you. For now, you will sleep in
the same bed as me." His words suddenly turned sharp like a
viper's bite,"But for the bloody sake of my sanity, do not
assume it is to bed you woman. It is only for the sake of your
comfort and for the fact that I need to clean up a room for you
as well as the fact that the sofa does not particularly like
being slept on." There was a shift beneath her, a gentle grumble
from one of the cushions. "That and I will not have a guest
sleeping on that infernal uncomfortable thing." Straightening
up, he gave a pinch to the bridge of his nose again. "Get on
with it, please. Go get cleaned up and dressed. After that, come
back out here and I will join you soon enough to bed. You have
seemed to have had a rather troubling day, as have I, and I have
no doubt you're just as tired as I am. But before you go.." He
didn't turn to look at her. "Just what is your blimey name?"
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Re: In the city.
By: Brina Date: November 23, 2012, 11:50 pm
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I straightened my back as the offer was denied. I felt my face
freeze and then blame as I fought the anger that had suddenly
dared to boil in the pits of my stomach growing quickly into a
raging inferno. My lips quivered as words banged against the
inside of my mouth daring themselves to be free but I held them
back. He had promised me that he would give me two wishes. I
wasn’t wasting them either! It wasn’t even like I was ripping
off her clothes and throwing myself at him! I had made no sexual
moves towards him whatsoever and maybe that was the problem,
maybe that was why he was rejected me. Typical man! Typical pig!
I jumped at the black set of clothing that was suddenly thrown
in front of me before turning a steely glare upon the man. What
kind of a stupid name was Rufus anyway? It wasn’t even fitting
enough for a dog! I shouted and mulled about how horrid this man
was in my mind. It wasn’t even that I was angry as much as I was
hurt. Here he had opened up his home as though showing off what
I could possibly have had in life. A home. Warmth. Food! And now
he was talking about ripping that away from me. Plus he was
treating me like a child!
No. He wasn’t going to rip it away from me. His words made it
sound as though he would turn this place into a prison. My one
hope, my one dream of being somewhere secure and it was like
having an overly attached parent and living in the middle of
nowhere. Always supervised. I had made it two years on my own!
“I’m not stupid, Rufus,” I made the point of saying his name in
a sneer as I smacked my hands down upon the table and stood up
from the couch. “I think we both know what is best for me. I may
be forced to live on the streets but that hardly makes me an
imbecile.” Snapping, I poked a finger against his chest before
snatching up the clothes on the table and taking a few cautious
steps back.
My body was ready for the man to lash out; I was ready to run
need be. “It wasn’t my choice, this life. I don’t love Fucking a
new stranger every night wondering if in the morning I’ll be
gutted like a fucking fish!” It felt good to vent, but dangerous
all the same. My body had begun to shake like a leave, so much
stress pent up from the years of sheer abuse and being forced to
take it with a silent mouth. Yeah, this man offered a home, but
to what price! Educating me? I wasn’t stupid! “Are you sure you
still want to sleep in the same bed as me, Rufus? You never know
what sort of disease my trampy idiotic body may have crawling
all over me!”
With every sentence I backed away from the man like a caged dog
warning anyone else to stay away. “For now, you can call me
Anna.” It wasn’t my real name…it was more of a stage name. Anna
was the person I became when I forced myself into the shell of
my body and focused primarily on memories of good times as my
body was forced against the skin of another man. It was the man
this man deserved for now. The sight of the couch shifting and
sighing was just a touch too far and at the moment I turned and
ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind me just a bit
harsher than I should have. In a sense I should be grateful to
Rufus…if I had snapped at any other man like that…well they
simply wouldn’t have tolerated it and I would be dead by now.
Placing the clean clothes on the lid of the toilet I took no
time undressing and then stepping into the shower. I savored the
warm water pouring off of me and felt my anger melt away with
every moment that I was in there. My anger may have eased…but I
didn’t want to see Rufus again for a long while. It had been a
long time since I had been mad at another person besides myself
and I didn’t know how to handle it. Was I supposed to apologize?
Or act like nothing had happened? I heard once that baking a
cake would do the trick into having someone forgive you..but did
he really deserve that much of an apology? Didn’t he have this
coming to him the whole time?
Stepping from the shower I hurriedly dried off for the cool air
caused almost instantaneous goose-bumps to rise on my skin. Yet,
before I put on the new set of clean clothes I wiped the steam
from the mirror and simply stared at my bare reflection.
Imperfect. I would always be just a bit..imperfect. Unlike the
man out in the other room who seemed absolutely flawless even
which his glasses..it was just his attitude that needed a bit of
fixing. Me however… My hair fell to about my breasts, just long
enough not to be at that awkward length..but still a bit too
short for my liking. My eyes looked just a bit too close
together though I’m sure that was hardly noticeable. The was a
small gap in one of my eyebrows, a scar from about a year ago
with a client of mine. A memory that I didn’t like to remember.
My chest, upper arms, thighs, and back were all covered in faint
scars both from self harming and times when knives had been
pulled against my skin if I dared to resist. Plus I just
felt…empty. I had lost my virginity two years ago to a man that
I didn’t know, that I had no feelings for, and that I would
never see again all because I had to survive. Running my fingers
through my hair I finally turned away and made my way into the
new clothing and thus covering up my scars once more. Picking up
the dirty clothes I cautiously opened the door and looked both
ways before making a quick left, the opposite direction of what
I thought Rufus would be in. I had forgiven the man but now I
was dealing with the internal guilt I felt at snapping at him.
He didn’t know or maybe he didn’t care that I was a bit over
sensitive sometimes..but I still felt bad.
In just a few steps I came to an open room, the bedroom to be
exact. The same room I assume Rufus wanted me to sleep in. It
was dark just as the other rooms in the house were, but I didn’t
mind. I could hide in darkness and that was just what I did. I
placed my dirty clothes in the corner of the room and in turn
sat in a corner just parallel of that, curling up once more into
my small ball of invisibility. The bed, of course was inviting
but surely Rufus had been kidding about me sleeping in
that..plus maybe if I fell asleep before he came in he would
just let me sleep in the corner.. Closing my eyes, I leaned my
head against the side of the wall and wrapped my arms around my
knees as though an extra security and then kept my ears open so
that I knew when the man was approaching the room.
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