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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 8, 2007 2:03:21 GMT -5
ooc;; Not nearly as long/good as yours, buuuut. Oh well. x3
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Post by Lily of the Night on Feb 8, 2007 22:37:14 GMT -5
Westly gazed blankly at the bar. What was even in all those shelves back there? He couldn't begin to guess. Maybe he should just go. He was tired beyond belief. At least, that was the excuse he kept coming up with. Not that it was a bad one; it was partially true. Partially.
All at once he felt ice climbing up his neck. He jumped, head snapping automatically to find the source, but a restricting hand kept it forward-facing. "B--" a voice--a very familiar voice--said in his ear. Oh, that hand on his neck was freezing! "O--" And that soft breezing on his ear gave him shivers. "O." Senses returning his hand flew to his neck in attempt to wrench the intruding cold away. And then he stopped, his brain inching to comprehension. "Boo?" he asked, confused.
Then the ice was gone and he turned to see a woman smiling overjoyed at him, clapping like a proud parent. He gaped at her. This was her entrance? This was her entrance? What happened to the shadows? And the cloaks with hoods? And the pale hands drawing him to the shadows? Okay, okay, so the cold had been an unpleasant surprise. But now here was this outragous woman standing before him, dark eyes winking.
She leaned over, studying his confused face with obvious amusement. Her long black hair vieled around her--her only cloak. "What's up, kid?" Westly blinked at her. "Well, uhm." He stuttered around trying to think a bit straight. "How about... name?" She blinked at him, her face suddenly so calm it seemed as if it had always been that way.
"Oh my, are you drunk?" she asked him. Ah, there was a bit of concern on that visage. Good, she was human. But there was still something about her. He couldn't tell what it was, but it seemed that part of her was sitting in the background enjoying herself and giggling at him. "No, I just... I just want to know your name," he said, letting his breath go calmly as he spoke. She watched him for a moment--contemplating--then turned her back to him (her hair wipped around nearly--nearly--hitting him in the face). Then she was back, pulling up a bar chair and sitting on it in that weird position. You know, the one that was so... well, hands on legs and face cupped in her hands. And she was leaning toward him. Almost catlike. "Ver ," she told him.
"Ver?" he asked, "Ver's your name?" She laughed, stilling keeping her position. "Of course not, silly," she told him, taking the moment to wave a hand at him before folding it back into it's place. "Oh? So 'ver' what?" he asked, confused. "Lette." He gaped at her. "What the hell is that? Your name?" She laughed again--she was enjoying herself, oh so enjoying herself. It was aggravating, not to mention no less confusing. "No," she said simply, "it's not." He glared at her. "Tell me your name." And then, as an afterthought, "Please." She sighed. "No fun--no fun at all, really. Verlette." He watched her suspiciously. "Ver...lette? Or ver? Or let? Or--" She cut him off with a flick of her wrist. "Verlette. Okay? Alright? Verlette, my name is Verlette. You got it?" Westly fell back in his chair. Finally.
"Yours?" she asked. "I mean, your name. Of course. What's your name?" Oh for Pete's sake. Was she teasing him? This was exhausting!
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Post by Lily of the Night on Feb 8, 2007 22:40:40 GMT -5
ooc; a reply!! yays!!
and forget length. Mine was only so long because I knew I had a long wait ahead of me.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 11, 2007 1:39:32 GMT -5
ooc;; CHARACTER. INTERACTION, DAMMIT. xDD So here we goooo. Keran's drive for drugs. xD
P.S. I'm fucking exhausted... Pardon any awkward sentences or whatever. x3;;1
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 11, 2007 1:47:18 GMT -5
Her eyes locked on the new woman. Herrrr. She seemed to be... Mysterious enough, if you will.
Keran took a long, thoughtful drag from the cigarette and sighed. But, alas, she lacked money. Of course. Isn't that what it always came down to? But her mother would never spare a cent on her. Even with her last drawing breath, Nadine wouldn't give so much as even a penny to her medical fund. Talk about your maternal love.
But perhaps she was new to the business and could be haggled a free stash or two... as. Almost like a... "free sample" of sorts. Or perhaps she took favors as payment.
In any case, she got to her feet, sucked it up and waltzed over to the two, the ciggy on her lips. She took it from her mouth and exhaled, giving a smile. "Awkward question for you, perhaps, but I was curious as to if you were a dealer of any sort," she inquired, acting as if the stranger got this question every day of her life.
She was reminded of the gloved hand as it grew hot with the shortening cancer stick and quickly swtiched the smoke to the other hand as she shoved the warm hand in her pocket. Looked a little less... suspicious, perhaps. But she highly doubted the two hadn't noticed one bare hand and one clad in a glove. Either way, she supposed these people weren't significant enough to really get her deported, anyway.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Feb 11, 2007 18:59:49 GMT -5
Westly jumped halfway off of his bar chair. What a random appearance. This girl was waay off. Best to stay away. His gaze flickered back to Verlette.
Verlette was only smirking, looking on at the girl. "You need that so bad? I suppose, then, you could hold on for a few minutes more. I'm sure just a few minutes won't kill you, right?" Then she turned back to Westly without waiting for an anser. Westly supposed she knew what the answer would be, anyway. It seemed very clear taht Verlette was someone who held the power in anything concerning her life if she could help it; and she most certainly could, he guessed. Why else would she talk with such absolute authority? Perhaps he was just too wishy-washy.
"Your namee, dear?" she asked him, "Remember?" Westly sighed. Best not to play games now, not with his head starting to buzz from the drink. Not a lot, of course, but enough that he knew it would get very annoying very soon. "Westly. Alright? Now I think you better see what this nice lady wants," he told her, pointing at the intruding girl.
Verlette turned back to the girl. "Alright, girly, I'm guess you want something. You aren't picky, are you hon? Because I'm not sure if I'll be able to find what you want if you're picky." Westly felt his mouth fall open. No way, she really was a drug dealer?! You gotta be kidding me! He shot her a furitive glance, but she just waved him off with her palm.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Feb 11, 2007 19:01:43 GMT -5
ooc; okay, looooooots of typos, but I'm too lazy to go back and fix taht. See?
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 12, 2007 3:28:26 GMT -5
ooc;; xD No worries. I can't think coherently, sooo. I think were're even.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 12, 2007 3:33:07 GMT -5
At her first question, she almost came up with a nice retort, but bit her tongue. If she was going to get anything out for free, she best be on her nicest behavoir, yes? But she couldn't help it, reallyyy. I mean. Withdrawls were getting sorta bad.
When she turned back to her, she nodded furiously. "I'll take anything. Preferably free. But if you have cheap, I'm happy," she explained. "I just need something for tonight." Nadine was gonna kill her. She wanted something to dull the pain at least.
As for the boy. Well. He could really just go fuck himself... No. Wait, that was mean. She sighed. But she just wished people wouldn't judge her on her decision to do stuff. She didn't judge them for not doing it - though she thought they were all insane... of course, she didn't realize that they didn't have mothers who would beat them almost to death. She was still very much in the logic that everyone lived the way she did. Possibly the only point in which she was still rather naive.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Feb 13, 2007 19:31:40 GMT -5
Verlette laughed. "Alright, hon." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigs. "Will these do?" she asked, carefully fingering the pack, watching it with a clear longing. "You know, I was really saving these for a time when I needed a good relaxing period but, well, it looks like you're on the needy list." Westly watched her, curiously. So, not a drug dealer. But obviously a smoker. ((Hey hey Livie, just be glad. I almost had her pull out a pipe but my writer's sense wouldn't allow it. In my head it kept going "Yuko, Yuko, Yuko!" xDD)) He almost laughed at how intently Verlette was watching the pack of cigarettes. Studying it a bit more closely he realized that they were rather expensive ones at that. Nice.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 13, 2007 19:37:44 GMT -5
Keran resisted the urge to roll her eyes. DRAMATIC MUCH?
She shook her head. "You keep 'em... Not really my, ah... type." What the hell was she talking about here? Guys? Shaking her head again at this thought, she gave a small laugh. She was in need of an excuse. "Anyway. Sorry to bother you," she said, dropping the lit one in her hand on the wood floor and grinding it out. "Have a nice night."
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 13, 2007 19:38:27 GMT -5
{...Yay for responses from the sick. xD;; So crappyy. D: I'm afraid to touch my other story cause I feel like I'll kill it. ><}
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Post by Lily of the Night on Feb 13, 2007 19:41:53 GMT -5
ooc; Hee hee, looks like these Charries don't mix well. Sorry, but what did you want me to do? Have Verlette whip out a druggie-cell and play an order or something? And Westly's a straight little boy xDD
((omg, eric is so totally having a mood swing right now. Laura's throat is really starting to hurt really bad and Eric kept yelling at her to shut up. And then Jeff had questions about his homework and Eric was just like "OMG, you're such an IDIOT!!!" and THEN just now he and Jeff got into one of their mock-fights and eric slipped back and fell really hard on the wood and now he's lying on the couch crying and not letting anyone touch him (probably until mom gets home). Jeez, I'm not going to enjoy living with two teenage boys when the time comes.))
I'll think up a new charrie. But not just now, I need 1) Time to come up with said Charrie and 2) Time to help ERic some.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 13, 2007 19:45:29 GMT -5
{xD;; I think I membered why we tried to get plots going first. xD;;
And that's fine. I'll bring someone else in, toooo. More like. Down to earth, perhaps. }
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Post by Lily of the Night on Feb 13, 2007 19:46:42 GMT -5
ooc; okies. Cause I was like... Uh, druggie? How do I deal with that without trying to get her in rehab???
So, what you say... uh, plot comer-uper-time?
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