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 Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 4:07 pm
Kyle smiled, seeing that the girl understood and didn't edge him on for a real answer. He laughed at her remark "I can't even imagine..." He said, wondering exactly how much worse she meant "thank you by the way" he said, figuring it would be best to say it now rather then later.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 4:27 pm
"You're welcome." Danica patted Kyle's good shoulder as she finished patching him up. "Next time you need help, though, I'd just ask rather than sneaking into my back room, okay?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and a sideways smile.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 4:37 pm
"yeah..." He said feeling a bit embarrassed by that "usually when I ask someone for help and I'm covered in blood they freak out a bit..." He said jokingly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 4:47 pm
Danica shrugged. "Like I said, I've seen worse." She glanced down at the shirt Kyle had been wearing and made a face. "Hold on a sec." Without waiting for his reply, she went into the back room and found a black t-shirt that looked like it would fit him. She always had extra shirts for the craft classes she taught. "Here. You can't go out there with your shirt all bloody and torn up."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 5:10 pm
Kyle took the shirt and quickly put it on, now he was becoming curious about the girl "this must be a very strange store if you've seen worse then this..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 6:17 pm
[[I'm a terrible person sad Sorry, I like randomly disappeared. My husband took me out on a surprise mini vacation for my birthday, and we got back like late last night. I'm not even sure what is happening right now? Is it too much to ask for an update? I'm sorry! I feel like I just keep randomly disappearing and then making excuses for not posting when I should just post. Punch me in the face if you want to! ]]
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 9:29 pm
Ayame-Yuura
Chrome received a text. It was from an Animus member stating that one of their newbies attacked a cafe and got arrested. 'Hmm... Figures. Might as well leave the dude to rot in prison for a few days. That should teach him. Besides! Why rob a cafe when one could tap the shoulder of his seniors and rob a bank instead? Honestly. These young bloods. I don't know how much more stupid the can get. I'm sure it's also the young-blooded cops that dare lay a finger on an Animus member as well. They too must be punished. I'm sure Asura would like that very much~', Chrome thought to herself, the tone softening towards the end along with her facial expression as she thought of Asura once more. After putting her cellphone away, she looked back at Candi and smiled faintly.
"Yeah, I'm sure you're right. But I've always been there for boss, from the very beginning", she pouted. "And it's okay. Ya know, I think what you said was really smart", she said, keeping the side comments to herself, 'For a bimbo'. She then sighed, "But I think I can't do anything about it. I'm sure he's like this because of Barbus. I mean... Animus and Barbus was also the once great League of Super Villains. Many of the older Barbus and Animus members were friends once upon a time. And JK and I got along well besides the fact that I followed Asura instead of him. I mean...", she sighed. Who was she supposed to pick? Asura. That was for sure. It didn't matter who were her friends before. Any friend of Asura's would be a friend to her. And perhaps that was also the reason JK was so mad at her as well, judging from their previous encounter.
Candi looked genuinely surprised to be called smart, especially by Chrome of all people. She'd let it go to her head, but sounding smart was the last thing she wanted. Maintaining a smile as she mentally swore at herself, Candi gave her reply. "Thankies! ...As for your sitch, that might, like, totally be it." Of course that was it! Well, that, and Chrome was a total stalker. "I can't really think of any real fixies to your prob, but, like, I hope you get your man if it means anything." She gave a simple shrug. Lilith had absolutely no intentions of joining any of the factions, nor did she really like any of them. But that didn't mean she had to be unpleasant, now did it? (If Chrome were from Barbus, though, she would probably be as pissy at her as she could get away with. Lilith was still fairly bitter about their schemes destroying her precious lab.)
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 10:15 pm
Danica shook her head. "No, it's not the store that's strange. Sorry. I should just let you go on your way." She didn't want to admit to this total stranger that she had nightmares of things much worse than the wounds she'd just tended to. That her dreams were strangely realistic and not always surreal like dreams tended to be. That she thought maybe they weren't really dreams but memories. Memories of the time before her twentieth birthday. The time that she couldn't remember in her waking life.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 12:42 am
Kyle cocked his head and looked at the girl curiously, well he wanted to know more about her but he wasn't going to prod at her until she revealed something "yeah..." He said standing up, he felt like he owed the girl something for her help "listen...if you ever need help or anything just..." He quickly reached into his bag and pulled out a pen and paper, quickly he scribbled a number down "just call this number, I'll always answer" he tried forcing a friendly smile, but he probably came out looking goofy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 12:50 am
Phoebe grimaced and shook her head at vincent's quip "I think I was happier not knowing the answer to it" Slowly she raised her head again from its nestled place on his arm and glanced at her surroundings.
There was no denying that this was defiantly the high end of Verona city. Even in the hall way, luxury practically oozed form the walls and she found herself wondering for a brief second if they ever had a problem with bubbles in such expensive wallpaper.
'How did he even get a place like this…the rent must be hell to pay on these apartments' The click of a lock snapped her out of her new found and frankly oddly placed curiosity for the lavish building.
Carful not to make herself fuzzy Phoebe turned her heard, examining the new section of building.
If it hadn't been for the fact her companion could turn into a raging Psychopath with something as simple as a headache she would have marvelled at the sheer size of the front room alone. Victor's place made her's look like a pokey- low rent hole.
Vincent's command drew her attention and as the older Kyle turned to address him a familiar sinking feeling gripped at her stomach. Her fist curled tightly into his suit sleeve in an attempt to keep herself anchored to something solid but it was useless. Her body was moving once again by its self the tips of her sandals only just bruising the carpet, not allowing for any form of substantial perchance on the plush material. The woman felt rather like a mannequin or doll, suspend in a grotesque display of power that was nothing short of terrifying for his victim.
Phoebe watched in absolute horror as a medic needled threaded itself. She glared at Vincent and shook her head slowly. The gesture would have healed a lot more weight to it however if she didn't look like a kicked puppy at that moment "D-don't you dare!"
As if out of the sheer love of torment people or for some other unknown reason Phoebe would never be sure but the moment the words left her mouth the needle buried itself into her skin. A spin chilling shriek wrenched itself from the woman's throat, her eyes welling over with tears.
Her shoulder felt as if it was on fire. The nerve endings crying out as they were tugged roughly together by the course medical thread. Phoebe's fingers tried to grab at the offending medical implement as it wooded its way down the cut, her screams only increasing in volume and desperation. She wanted it to stop.
Hours seemed to pass for the blue haired hero before the stomach wrenching pain subsided, only to be replaced by a dull and painful ache. She felt drained both physically and mentally.
Phoebe's head fell forward when it finally stopped, her hair falling and curtaining her face as the tears continued. The tender skin around her cut ached and stung unbearably and this man was asking her patronising questions? "How about I stab you with a sewing needle, then you can answer your own question" Sadly the venomous growl she had been aiming fro was more of a pathetic whimper.
((I'm in work today so my posts maybe straggly and spaced out ^^' sorry ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 1:15 am
"You don't do well with pain at all, do you?" He mumbled before sending her over and plopping her gently onto the plush, king size bed with soft, fluffy covers. He himself walked over to his desk, flipping through letters and documents dealing with work. A few of the letters were party invitations while others were new schedules and meeting plans for upcoming events. Using his power, he flipped upside down and began pacing around the ceiling in thought as he read through the letters. "Oh, that's right." He said, looking up from the paper he was looking at. He then signaled for the phone to come to him. "Hello. I would like to order a strawberry shortcake... Yes... yes... thank you." he said, before hanging up and sending the phone back where it was. He then continued to pace back and forth.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:31 am
Phoebe yelped as she was plonked down not he bed "No. I don't like pain one bit!" Rolling onto her front she shimmied across the bed, placing her back firmly against the wall and pushing a few pillows in front of her as a sort of make shift wall. Phoebe was fully prepared to suffocate Vincent with his own bedding if her came any closer.
Though it was a surprise when he started pacing back and forth….working? Vincent flicked through small wads of paper, his eyes intent on what ever was written on them. Curiously Phoebe knelt up, tilting her head to try and catch a glimpse of what this very odd man was doing.
'don't tell me he's dragged me all the way here to do his Tax return or something...'
Surly kidnapping someone, sewing a rather large gash on their shoulder shut without anaesthetic and then going to work was not normal behaviour. Even in the Villain world. right?
The rhythmic tap of Vincent's shoes on the carpet stopped and to Phoebe's surprise when she looked back up, after trying and failing to find a comfortable position, he was gone.
She looked around the room, cautiously sliding off the bed. How the heck does someone just vanish into thin air? Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth she crept across the room towards the door, it was only as her fingers touched the handle she froze and tilted her head up. He was…talking? intact it sounded like he was on the phone….and he was stood in the middle of the ceiling….
She stared at the man now pacing back and forth, mouth agape. "..T..thats not normal at all!" with a startled yelp Phoebe lent back against the door, her hand catching the handle and pushing it open, depositing her on the living room floor with a rather unceremonious thud.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 9:06 am
"Is that a problem?" He asked, looking up at her as she fell onto the ground. He let out a soft chuckle before descended from the ceiling and offered her his hand. "Here." He smiled.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 12:37 pm
Phoebe could do nothing but stare at Vincent's hand, still in shock.
The man had been walking around on the ceiling. How exactly was she meant to react to that. Slowly she pushed herself back up off the floor, eyeing his hand suspiciously "..I..It's your house...more of a shock, not a problem"
She stood there awkwardly for a few minuets, her eyes still fixed on on the offer of Vincent's hand. Her mind was working, albeit very slowly, on a means of escape...or at least maybe to get back and make sure Trent was alright.
Fidgeting Phoebe lunged forward and grabbed the side of the door "s....sorry!"
Using her undamaged arm she slammed the door that stood between her and Vincent.
'I just slammed a door in his face!...oh god I'm so sorry!!' stumbling over her own feet Phoebe made a dash for the door, slipping across the carpet.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 12:52 pm
Vincent was taken aback as the door closed just a centimeter away from his nose. He said nothing, hearing the thoughts in her mind as if they were spoken to him while he opened the door and looked at her. Suddenly, Phoebe was lifted from the ground and suspended there. "And now you have a scrape on your knee." He muttered, finding her desperation amusing. "I'll tell you what. If your brother somehow magically appears at my door for you before the cake gets here, I will let you go. No fighting. No strings attacked. Just freedom." He told her with a smirk on his face. "That means you should be a good girl until then. You can try to run all you want afterwords."
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