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#Post#: 327898--------------------------------------------------
-Whatever-
By: Elin Date: March 7, 2013, 10:48 pm
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[center]As it says, just a whatever place to post. Any and all
welcome.[/center]
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Elin Date: March 7, 2013, 11:17 pm
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The city bustled in the static shift of its everyday activities.
Peopled milled, cars zipped by with the sputter of thick smoke,
and all was just as it would be expected to be within the
confines of the metal jungle but, like any city, beneath lie its
dark interior. Corrupt politicians, wandering souls deemed
unfortunate, violence confined to the darkened edges of alleys;
so much could go as wrong in these places as they could go
right. Perhaps that was what made it a good stepping stone for
her to acclimate to her new self-reliance. She'd started with a
change in hair by cutting off the overly long lengths to
chin-length, meeting the rest with a box of black dye that had
proved rather messy at first but...it gave her the desired
result. Her wardrobe was next; out with the dresses and skirts
and in with the shorts and long-sleeved apparel that held loose
where she thought it mattered. After that she'd invested in
getting her hands on some sort of weapon, deciding to rest with
a small vial of mace and a miniature knife she kept hooked to
her hip, hidden beneath the vests or lightweight jackets she
decided to wear. The less femininity, the better, right?
"I'll be out late, Faust, it's the night shift." The docile
tones rang lightly off of all too empty walls and met with no
answer of the human-variety. All she received was an amiable
sort of chirping purr from the blackened form wrapped around
itself by the window-seat, sunbathing its glossy black coat.
"Try not to destroy the place, okay?" A single golden orb
glanced towards her for just a moment before closing, the girl's
exposed hand lightly running over the silky black coat before
she headed out quickly, keys jingling in hand as she locked and
attempted to push all her new accessories inside of her pockets.
"Keys...check, wallet? Umm...check..." It seemed like everything
was fine. The vial dangled on her keys, her self-defense -as she
believed it to be- was strapped firmly to her. She had this!
She'd lived independently now for a few months and money was a
bit hard to come by but she was doing it on her own! Thinking
fondly on the thought of doing this all on her own, she more
than happily made her way out towards the entrance of the decent
apartment complex she'd decided to live within and made her way
quickly towards her job that wasn't but a few blocks from her
home.
Her job on the other hand was something she was slightly
familiar with. Her past had been compiled of plenty
of...'waitressing' as well as bartending, which made the job of
actually doing the bartending easily! Unlike her past
experiences, the bouncer at the decent dive was actually a swell
guy who stopped anyone too...handsy. Yet she worried for him at
points. His tough exterior and his abrasiveness could be
directed to beings not of the most normal variety and on a
handful of times she'd worried what to do if any of these
obscure guests got tired of him stopping their rowdiness. So
far, so good. The beasts, creatures, beings, whatever you wanted
to call them- they didn't seem to care too much after they had
gotten drunk enough. And hey...they tipped well. So far, this
slowly dimming evening had proved calm, decent, and docile. No
rowdies, no touchies, no fighties. That made her job so much
easier. As did a nice paycheck at the end of the day.~ Yet it
seemed too boring, too calm even. That sort of thing was always
a warning signal, promising something much bigger to appear at a
later time.
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Demonreach Date: March 7, 2013, 11:58 pm
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A woman screamed slightly in surprise, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!
I didn't mean... I didn't see... Oh God... Please, say
something!" She had walked right into a man, who was staring
down at her with mild amusement in his sightless eyes.
"No worries, dear. I'm quite alright." The man smiled warmly as
he spoke, looking down at the woman, though he only stood a few
inches taller than her.
While she had bumped into him, she had been knocked down more
than he had as the man was one solid muscle it seemed, his voice
was like iron scraping against rocks, but it was soft in its own
hoarse way as well as warm. "It should be me who is the one
apologizing. I'm afraid you were knocked over." The woman
realized this, blinking a few times, before staring at the man
with a weird expression. "Please, let me help you." He offered
her his hand, the smile reaching his all-too white eyes with the
faintest ring of gold in them. She accepted his hand and allowed
herself to be hauled to her feet. The man then bent over and
started to pluck the fruit and other grocery's off the ground,
packing them back up expertly into their sacks. "It's the least
I can do." He tilted his head in acknowledgement to his good
deed and handed the sacks of items back to the woman, fingers
lightly brushing against her arms in an almost inappropriate
way, as if the two of them were lovers, but his touch lasted
barely a second and the woman didn't even notice this. Nor did
she notice the way his smile faltered or the fact he had no
shoes. In fact, she merely stared as if shocked to see a blind
man.
Gerahn didn't make it out much, not a man for the crowds of the
city or the way everything seemed to be rushed. Not that he
didn't mind a bit of a fast-paced environment but only when it
suited him and his needs. Despite his blindness, he commanded a
presence that captured the attention and made the body and mind
painfully aware that he was there and a force to be reckoned
with. While he wasn't malevolent by nature, he wasn't
good-hearted either. He was neutral to all things save the Earth
itself and his duty to protect it. He barely tolerated the
humans of this age and all their technology but he wasn't some
stick in the mud who believed in one set path or way; he did
change with the times. Gerahn had learned to adapt, as was his
nature to do so. He had to.
Gerahn Longstride was one of the last few remaining Druids alive
on the Earth and he was older than some religions. He had found
a way to keep his body young, which helped a lot, and his mind
continued to expand and grow stronger, sharper. As was stated
before, Gerahn was a man of solid muscle, though he was on the
lean side; skin stretched taut over hard muscle. Black hair
woven into dreads hung below his shoulders, the tips of the
touching the middle of his back, swaying slightly with each step
he took. A tattoo ran down the left side of his face, from the
forehead to the cheek in blue ink; another tattoo decorated the
palm of his hand and moved down the forearm, along the shoulder,
down the back of his back and the legs before it stopped on the
heel of his foot; another one just like it was on the other side
of his body. The tattoos, all three of them, were Celtic in
origin, which was more evident by the Celtic knots that ran down
his arms and legs and the side of his face. Clean-shaven, the
strong jawline stood out slightly along with the high cheek
bones and the angular nose and slightly arched eyebrows that
hovered over somewhat deeply set eyes that were shaped like
almonds. His skin was a dark color from years of being exposed
to the sun, and made his tattoos stand out somewhat more than
they would be originally. The man was clothed in dark jeans and
an almost too-tight T-shirt with no shoes. And his eyes were
void of everything but a faint gold ring, but it was too faint
for the human eye to see it unless it was viewed in the right
light, giving him the impression of being blind, which he was,
for the most part.
He placed his hands into his pockets, leaving the woman and the
people there to talk amongst themselves briefly before they
would depart to go on about their day. And so, the Druid set out
to find someplace where he would be more... welcome, more or
less. He just wondered if such a place existed.
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Elin Date: March 8, 2013, 12:58 pm
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"Why are you making me take out the trash?" She whined in a
friendly tone, truly happy to be doing anything in this
establishment to help. Her fellow bartender, a rather pretty
blonde with an equally nice attitude just rolled her eyes and
gestured with her hand towards the backdoor, knowing Elin truly
wouldn't turn down the demand. Giving the woman a childish stick
of her tongue, the black clad girl was quick to grab upon the
dirtied plastic bags and begin hauling them to the back.
It seemed like night had come really fast. Perhaps work was
making her lose track of time? Then again, she and time never
had a cordial relationship to begin with...The coolness of the
night welcomed her as she leaned against the grimy wall of the
back entrance, relaxing for just a moment, pretending she was
like she used to be. Hands lightly scoped their way through her
short black hair, pushing it back to make it stick at odd angles
for the moment while she glanced upwards, enveloped by the
familiar sight of the lunar orb. Like a warm summer's breath,
she felt soothed. It was relaxing just to stand there, gazing at
the familiar visage of the night, eyes as blue as the daylight
sky reflecting the white shimmer of the silver rock within the
sky. Despite its true nature of being simply that, just a rock,
its element was a living essence. Even as she stood there, a
girl just trying to kick off the pain of past, she still felt
the familiarity run its course through her. Had she made the
right choice in abandonment? "Not this again..." She grumbled,
catching herself in the forbidden act of nostalgia that she had
enforced upon herself. No, she made the right choice and it felt
way better than her past decisions had! Patting down her mused
hair, she turned towards the door of the back entrance, grabbed
the handle, pushed and walked forward, only to find her nose
pressed to the dirty metal and a door unwilling to budge. "Oh
come onnnn!!"
It was unnerving being this close to remembering what she didn't
and having to take the long route to the front. Not just because
she felt exposed but, the type of people who wandered about the
city at night weren't exactly home-life material, certainly for
women in this age of violence. Had it always been this bad for
girls? She didn't truly know or understand considering the inner
workings of social society had not been her strong suit before
her change, and that made her as ignorant as ever to any ill
intentions of the human kind. Hands in her pockets, head tilted
down, she made it her mission not to look as if she wanted to
cause trouble or wished for attention. Yet sometimes a day
really just doesn't go as planned. Only it wasn't her she'd
found in trouble. A familiar voice rang out from the alleyway
she'd earlier departed and, recognizing the usually snarky tones
that now rang with a small bit of fear, Elin hesitated for just
a moment as she realized her colleague who had sent her out had
most likely heard her struggle with the door and only coming to
assist her, now found herself in trouble. Should she get help?
But what if she was too late getting back...People around her
averted their eyes as the sound of her co-worker's voice, shrill
yet attempting to keep composure sounded out again among the
muffled tones of what she could only assume was a group of
males. Why didn't the city just stop for once!
Scurrying and going in blindly, as most people who tried too
hard to be a hero did, Elin stood at the opening of the alleyway
with her back facing a street full of people who had no
intention to help; the group of men seemed quite interested in
her young, blonde co-worker. Unlike Elin, her friend seemed to
enjoy her femininity much more than she and such, she seemed
easier prey. A wide, brown-eyed stare met her from the face of
the woman who seemed to have no idea her night would end this
way and the dark stares of unidentifiable males met hers. "Hey,
leave her alone! We aren't looking for trouble so just back off
and we'll all head our separate ways." The girl, whose name
she'd actually forgotten in the moment of panic and adrenaline,
looked at her with both admiration but complete disbelief. You
didn't just tell a group of guys who looked as if they could
fight a bear 'go away,' it didn't work that way. Such was
obvious as a low laugh left the group in echo, their words heavy
with spite and booze. "Oh shut it, dyke, why don't you go away
while we give your girlfriend a good time." Her cheeks burned in
embarrassment at the insult and a silent rage that fueled
through her. She'd never actually encountered problems out here
before, she'd just minded her own business and she did have the
weaponry but not exactly the skill to use it... Stupidly, she
fumbled at her belt-line and pulled the small and rather
unimpressive knife from its holder. Despite the small stature
and obvious shabby creation, it still glinted the moonlight
above of its surface with the promise that if it dug deep
enough, it would draw blood. "I said, leave her alone!"
Mistakes, in hindsight, could be avoided. Yet sometimes when you
tried too hard to become something you weren't, mistakes needed
to be made to teach you a lesson. Such a lesson was the glares
of many meeting her, their earlier amiable threats now shifting
to her and not with lust, but with hatred and annoyance. It was
only the moment that the one in front without a face she could
identify under the shadows pulled a gun that she realized how
stupid she'd been to try and play hero in a world where she was
not only just extremely vulnerable but extremely stupid.
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Demonreach Date: March 8, 2013, 8:54 pm
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"Come now, must there be violence?", came a voice that sounded
like iron on rocks; rough, hoarse, but soft.
Gerahn had found the place he had been looking for, but it
seemed he must stop to intervene on the behalf of some woman. Or
women, he corrected himself as his blind stare took in the crowd
of people. He stood behind the "dyke". "And besides, what does
sexual orientation have to do with anything? Surely she could
have a good time as well..." He let his voice trail off and his
presence, so palpable in the open air and even more oppressive
due to the tight quarters.
A sound of bone breaking erupted through the stunned silence at
his sudden appearance, followed by a scream and a clatter as a
gun fell to the ground, "Oh my..." came the hoarse voice as his
body was suddenly there, hand gripping the wrist of the man who
had the gun. With his reappearance came the thick, weighty
presence he carried. He kept the pressure on the broken wrist,
twisting slightly so that the man was forced to the ground,
whimpering. A hand placed itself between the breasts of the
woman, stopping her rush. "One mustn't charge in blindly."
Despite the easy way he said it, there was no doubt he was
scolding her. He turned his attention back on the man.
"Now, shall we just walk away, live another day? I mean, how
would it look if you were all beaten by a blind man?" He
chuckled, a rasping sound that would send chills down the spine,
but his blind eyes glittered in the night sky as he stared at
the group of men.
"Listen, man, just walk away; we'll hurt you."
"Yeah! Just walk away or else!"
A few others raised their voices in protests, but they didn't
have the conviction to back them up; their voices were empty of
anything but fear at the blind man who could move faster than
the eye could see. A few brandished knives. He sighed. "I warned
you..."
His dreads fluttered briefly in the air as he drew upon his
power, focusing on the fibers of the clothing of the gang and
murmured faintly under his breath. The group of men suddenly
fell into each other, the natural fibers of their clothes being
bound together; a few yelped in surprise, a few in pain from the
knives poking into their bodies. The man frowned but shrugged
his broad-shoulders, the hand on the woman removing itself as he
looked at her with a soft smile, "Take your friend and go. I
look forward to a drink or two." One of the pupilless eyes
winked at her as he turned back to the group of men, shrugging
to get out of the binding placed on their clothing. "Such simple
creatures..." He placed his free hand into his pockets and
waited for the two women to leave before he would start talking,
applying more pressure to the mans wrist, breaking it again in
another place.
"I don't normally do this kind of thing, but you can leave. You
will have five seconds and if any of you remain here when I
finish counting, there won't be enough of you for three forensic
teams to put together, let alone find enough DNA to figure out
who you were. That is a promise and I don't break them. Now...
One..." With the first second counted, the binding was released
and they all scrambled; Gerahn twisted the mans wrist to the
point it broke a third time, dislocating it and his thumb before
breaking that as well. "... two... three..." He twisted the
wrist the other way and pulled on it, letting it pop back into
place then bent it backward to break it again. "... four..." He
released the man, who got to his feet between his crying. The
Druid sighed.
"Five."
And then there was silence.
Gerahn Longstride went inside the building, letting the noise
and the smells hit his senses.
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Elin Date: March 8, 2013, 9:25 pm
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How vulnerable was a human anyways? Perhaps she'd never fully
appreciated the fact that her past life had prevented her from
such worries but here, underneath the barrel of a man-made
creation to kill the very ones who made it, she realized how
easily she really could just...die. Momentarily she feared the
consequences of her decisions here. All she'd done was distract
these men and the back door was still locked, it wasn't like her
colleague could go back inside and avoid this situation and, now
there was the fact that she'd probably die right here and they'd
still hurt her acquaintance. Elin's breath hitched and the hold
upon her knife grew into a shaky one, there was no way she'd get
out of this okay... Eyes closed tight and expression taut, she
prepared herself for the not so unknown appearance of her death.
Yet something happened; call it luck or coincidence but there he
was, a man she'd never seen before coming to their rescue.
Relief rushed over her from the simple presence of another
person. She didn't quite know why but, without dying alone, she
shamefully felt better. Maybe someone would find them now and
they'd remember them by something other than their death, maybe
for just a moment or two the discoveries of their bodies would
spark just a small, momentary lapse of sadness for them?
How...macabre. Without knowing she'd been holding her breath, it
released in a tight woosh as the first sound of a crunching
grate met her ears, making her hands falter while the knife
slipped from her clammy grasp to the ground. It was like her
body was possessed with the spirit of fear, making her shaky and
weak, barely able to stand up and only able to feel shame ignite
within her as the man's solid hand placed itself onto her body
and scold her. Sometimes, things never changed, she was still
just a silly damsel in distress. With that self-depressing
thought, Elin just stood there rooted with fear, burning shame,
and silent self-hatred for the time being. Why was being human
so hard?
Perhaps this was what real fear was, the force that rooted her
and smudged her line of thinking so that time itself seemed to
pass both in times of equal slowness and horrendous speed. One
moment the man who was the true savior of the situation had
appeared and his unusually large hand was holding her in place,
the next he was gone and the men in center were a jumbled mess
of cloth and limbs with the unmistakable scent of iron and
copper. Even then she could recognize that smell and it made her
shudder until the man's voice broke through the fearful haze of
her mind. He was telling them to go...this much, she couldn't
mess up. Shaky and silent with her defeat, Elin was quick to
grab the clammy hand of her equally frightened friend and pull
her along without hesitation, not truly desiring what to see the
outcome of this situation would turn in to. Averting her gaze,
her voice chattering against her teeth with a painful rush of
adrenaline, she grumbled out practically incoherently her thanks
to him then dashed unsteadily, tugging the now crying blonde
behind her.
It was inside where they'd begun to calm. Her colleague used her
shoulder for a personal towel and, awkward to how people really
worked, she attempted to soothe her. First her friend was
thankful, then she was furious at both her and the attackers,
then she went back to her hysteric crying and pitied sobs of
thanks. At first she'd prattled about calling the police but
remembering how vividly the snap of bone echoed off the dirtied
stone=ways of the alley, Elin was able to convince the woman to
just leave it alone. The poor girl was a mess... After
confirming with Elin, her tearful and thankful friend had
borrowed the bar's phone long enough to call her boyfriend for a
ride, barraging the black-clad female in bone-crushing hugs and
telling her how she'd take any shifts Elin didn't desire before
leaving in the arms of a man Elin had seen maybe once or twice
before. For a split moment, there was jealousy but it was soon
replaced with the loneliness of near closing time and the
presence of her thoughts. Any customers they had this far in to
the night were well on their way to greet their sub-conscious
and any others just came to simply relax without the chatter, so
questions of what had happened or what was happening were either
quick to disappear upon drunken gibberish or were politely held
away by people who either didn't want to intrude or just didn't
care. That gave her plenty of time to think.
She'd been weak before, maybe even weaker but at least her death
wasn't inevitable. She'd always had someone with her, someone
who'd protect her or fight off any threats but now...she'd
realized how stupid she'd been. She'd tried too hard to be a
hero, to make up for past weakness and all she'd done was not
only endanger herself but her friend. What did she honestly
believe she could do?! She probably didn't even weigh half of
what their attackers had and she'd pulled a knife thinking she
could take all of them? How childish! Tears of her own now
sparked at the corners of her eyes and she was quick to
furiously rub them away; there were no tears for people who'd
put themselves into a mess like that! Eager to try and distract
herself, Elin paced behind the bar before going about organizing
the drinks behind, then washing the bar off, or cleaning around
the people whose heads lay silently upon the cool surface. Yet
even still, thoughts perturbed her. Was she really going to be
okay with this vulnerability for the rest of her life? Could she
really live with being so...fragile? Her bottom met a stool
behind the counter with a quick thump and she lay her head
within her hands, the heels of her palms rubbing slowly against
the soreness behind her eyelids. She'd almost died today and
there was literally nothing she could have done...What would
have happened if she'd died? Who'd come looking for her other
than the two she had at home? Who'd know to come looking for
her? Again, loneliness and shame crept up on her and the black
haired girl just held her hands in her head with a silent,
pitying sigh. Elin was so confusingly trapped within her
thoughts that she'd completely forgot about the stranger in the
alleyway or how he was doing but, that'd all come back to her
soon enough.
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Demonreach Date: March 9, 2013, 10:37 pm
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As his senses adjusted to the noise of the place, though it was
quieter than he had figured it would be despite it being this
late at night. His blank stare gazed at nothing, though it was
obvious he was searching for something, and he found it, as was
evident by the grin that found his lips. His legs carried him to
the bar, where he leaned against it, tapping against the wood
with his fingers as he spoke, "I hope you are behind the bar
because you work here, as I would hate to have to save you twice
in one night. If you do work here, I'd enjoy a drink; something
hard and on the rocks, if it pleases you." Despite his lack of
pupils, he would hold her gaze; the faint golden rings in his
eyes intensifying briefly as he stared at her in amusement,
grinning almost impishly. He slid into the bar stool, waiting
patiently as he watched her. Sometimes the Druid forgot he was
blind and stared like he could actually see, or spoke, or moved,
like he could. But it couldn't be helped. He let out a breath.
"I do have to commend you for your actions, however futile they
may have been. Had they not had weapons of their own, you
might've come out on top. Your... partner wouldn't have helped,
however. She isn't all... there, it seems. Pretty enough, I
suppose." He rolled his broad shoulders in a shrug, placing a
fingernail against the wooden bar to etch a small valley into
its grain as his thoughts floated in his head aimlessly, but he
banished them all and returned his attention to the woman. "Does
my damsel have a name?" He asked curiously, his head tilted to
the side as he watched her movements.
"You should also relax a bit, have a drink yourself," he added a
few seconds later, chuckling to himself.
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Elin Date: March 10, 2013, 7:34 pm
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A skye blue gaze looked outwards fromb etween the gaps of her
spread fingers at the sound of tapping attempting to gain her
attention. Promptly gained, her eyes dragged first up the thick
arm towards the white dreads of the equally white-eyed man who
grinned down at her as if he knew about some joke she wasn't in
on. It made her feel...off. Lifting her hands away from her head
while slowly starting to rise off the stool. "Um...right away,
sir." It took her a moment or so to uncomfortably shift her gaze
away from the golden rings that seemed to mesmerize the longer
she looked into them. So instead she turned her gaze towards the
lines of golden vials and amber hues. Through mechanical
remembrance, robotically in movement, glass in hand and liquid
in glass, she poured the strange man's drink and turned to face
him.
It took his words to knock her from her surreal stupor to look
at him, away from his eyes at least. "She can't help it, she
didn't go out there intending to be put in that situation." She
chirped while trying her hardest to keep on a docile smile,
setting the drink in front of him with a gentle clink, not
deciding to comment on her friend's good looks. She still
remembered the bash on her falsely accused sexuality, she didn't
desire any possible questions or words he'd have to say on the
matter. With an attempt to keep up the bar-girl allure of a
friendly, nonsensical server. "Your damsel? Ah yes, how rude of
me." Yet she didn't answer his question, deciding to hold her
information to herself. Yet at his words she simply offered a
small, taut laugh. "I'm afraid I'm not allowed to drink on the
job, sir. But, on a related to the subject...I wished to thank
you for your help back then."
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Demonreach Date: March 16, 2013, 5:51 pm
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Gerahn rolled his shoulders, shrugging, "I'm sure none hear will
tell if you were to have a drink. Besides, I'd say you earned
one." The Druid picked up the glass, inhaled the scent of the
alcohol and titled the glass to his lips, letting the
amber-colored liquid flow into his mouth and down his throat. He
set the glass back down, sighing contently at the taste, as the
warmth of it reached his stomach and spread throughout his body.
The blank eyes closed slightly in pleasure at the feeling.
Licking his lips to get the taste off of them, he opened his
eyes again and focused his attention back on the woman. "No
thanks needed, necessarily. Knowing you and the other are safe
is reward enough." He added a few seconds later, "And this
drink! Simply amazing."
A finger placed itself on the rim of the glass, tilting it
slightly so that it rested on the "edge" of its bottom, and
rolled the glass in a small circle. "So, is it always this
quiet? Or is it just this late?" He inquired thoughtfully as he
took another drink from the glass, setting it to the side as it
was drained of its contents.
Gerahn could still feel the bones breaking beneath his grip. By
the gods, it sickened him to resort to such... barbaric methods.
Violence was something he didn't indulge himself in, not all
that much anymore, but he was good at it should the need arise.
Obviously, he was good at it.
The blind man let out a sigh, placing an elbow on the counter
and rested his chin in the palm of the hand, watching the woman
with wry amusement twinkling the blank eyes with gold rings so
faint as to elude notice but to those of the sharpest sense of
observation.
For a few seconds his entire body went still with seriousness as
he stared at her, "You aren't a lesbian, are you?"
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Re: -Whatever-
By: Elin Date: March 17, 2013, 10:41 pm
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"Well believe it or not, I don't drink...I just serve it." She
eyed this man nervously now that she found herself in a
more...hospitable area. Surely this man couldn't have done
everything back there? Of course he seemed well-built and he had
that sort of...air about him but, not only did he not seem like
a total powerhouse but when they had locked gazes, she noted
the milky color of his eyes and she was now at least fifty
percent sure this man was blind. His eyes sure looked it...but
people bought all sorts of stuff off the internet so that eye
color couldn't be completely impossible to have. That was way
too sensitive of a subject to just blurt out for, so instead she
decided that maybe she'd just test and see if this guy was
really blind after all...because how on earth could a blind man
do what had been done in the alleyway? Thinking back on her past
though, she realized it wouldn't be the weirdest thing she'd
ever seen in her life... It was with the praise of the drink
that she blushed faintly under the compliment, obviously for her
drink but she held a small bit of pride in her ability to pour.
Something she could actually do in this form. "Ah...well, I'm
pleased to know you enjoyed it."
The more they talked, the more she just wanted to sit down and
continue her conversation with her alley-way savior. He just had
some weird air about him, like he was meant for relaxation, to
her he did anyways. So with a quick look about, figuring her
boss was busy elsewhere, she took a chance and perched herself
delicately against the edge of her bar-stool behind the counter.
"It's just this late for the moment. The only people we really
get in here are lost drunks, regulars and the occasional odd
visitor..." She let that word hang off her lips while she eyed
the empty glass he rested back upon the counter after his
initial toying of it. Perhaps she could test her theory on his
blindness this way... but as she looked back upwards, she was
caught off guard by the milky white gaze on her that made her
not only embarrassingly shy but extremely guilty at the fact
that she was going to try and test a blind guy, if he was blind.
How rude was that? The air was ruined though at his next
question.
He didn't mean offense, she could tell but the fact that it was
still asked of her made her sheepish. Of course she wasn't a
lesbian, women had never interested her in that aspect though
their preferences for her had come in high demand in her past
but the same was to be said for men. Many, many men that she had
to turn down many, many times. The fact this question spurred
her so was the fact that it involved relationship and sexuality
questions, both of which remained very sensitive for her. With a
quiet mumble, it was her turn to toy with the glass he'd set out
in front of him, rolling the faintly warm material between her
fingers. "No, I'm not...I guess you can call me an asexual if
that's how you see fit..." Yet that word wasn't correct. It
wasn't like she didn't like anyone, she found many people very
attractive! But...all she could think of was the one factor that
had been the catalyst of her now future creation; that factor
being the main focus of her aching affections. Long story short,
like a pride injured schoolgirl, she was still heartbroken over
her last endeavor. "It's not important what I am.”
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