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Post by Stellarajax on Sept 10, 2006 18:06:26 GMT 12
[[again..my titles. yes, you can laugh. Don't know about this being public or private.]]
Another bleak afternoon was slowly melting into what could be another bleak night. Zenzi walked aimlessly, looking around and speculating about what this place might've been like before his arrival and before well...before this world ended. He stopped and stood in front of a building that was crumbling from the roof to the cracked sidewalks. It wasn't especially tall and the windows were small, discrete. Hmm. What could this have been? He shrugged, grinning as he moved on. It made him think of a strip club.
"It could've been any kind of club... You're just looking for somewhere to feel comfortable." He muttered to himself as he tugged his scarf off, fingering the soft fabric as he moved. Maybe that was true.
Was he in need of anything? Granted that he could really only acquire what he found. In this place stealing was part of life; accepted and practiced. He wasn't particularly good at it, but what had to be done was and who had to be stopped... He shook his head and sighed. If he was hostile in mind, then certainly anyone he might encounter would follow the same pattern. But wasn't he in the mood for something? Anything?
Zenzi stopped when a slight breeze caught him, surrounding him with a thick smell of what once was. His hair moved gently for a few seconds before his attention focused on an alley. There was once a time when he would walk into out. He had no real choice; it was a good place for business. A really good place. Not that it mattered anymore.
"Fhn." He grunted quietly and stood, watching the darkness.
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Post by Masquerade on Sept 10, 2006 18:20:40 GMT 12
Geist couldn't care less about what kind of business ran out of the now decrepit building, too intent on his current obsession.
The Vampire's obsessions didn't last long, but they were remarkably intense, and, at the moment, the pale haired Wharf Rat was his focus. Wharf Rats tended to have some of the best swag on them; knifes in particular were a common find, often stowed away out of sight on their person.
Geist liked knives.
He hoped the young man had some.
And so, he'd been following the Rat, slipping along from shadow to shadow after him, hoping they'd eventually stumble upon a place far enough from the Wharf that Geist didn't have to worry about backup creating a problem for him. So far, everything had been going great.
Until Zenzi decided to start staring at the alley Geist had hidden himself in. Logically, Geist came to the conclusion that the Rat had caught on to the game, and thus said game was now over. Pouting to himself, the waifish youth slunk out of his hiding spot, holding his arms out with a rather 'kicked puppy' expression on his face.
Geist never did like loosing at hide and seek.
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Post by Stellarajax on Sept 10, 2006 18:32:32 GMT 12
"...what in the fuh--" Zenzi mumbled watching the frail figure slink from the shadows of the alley. Was he (he squinted for a moment, yes, it was a boy) living in there...or following him? He wouldn't have heard anything as his "good ear" was covered by his hair. He wanted to step back...wait, no, he wanted to move forward, toward his new...new...
What would he call it? He could be a new project. Yes, admist all this boringness, Zenzi had found something new. Well, it had found him.
Slowly he wrapped his scarf over his shoulders, moving toward Geist with a dangerous precision. With each step, his grin grew wider until his teeth were slightly visible and his lids hung heavily over his eyes. He could just imagine what he could do to this little stalker. And his tiny sad face... Zenzi tingled with excitement.
He stopped a few steps in front of Geist, sliding his hands into his pockets to control himself. He bit his bottom lip gently before speaking. "Why do you look so sad?"
Because he knows. Duh. What was it making him so excited? Was it his size or perhaps the inviting alley that was right in front of Zenzi? And why were his arms out? Was he...offering them to Zenzi? He licked his lips unconsciously, eyes widening a bit.
He would call him his new doll. Yes, a new doll.
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Post by Masquerade on Sept 11, 2006 7:16:27 GMT 12
Geist sneezed dryly, the first sound he'd made all day, and shrank a little farther into his over-sized coat. He hid most of his face behind the raised collar, just leaving his washed-out eyes and messy hair visible over the thick folds of material. Geist knew better than to show off the blood-red face-paint that marked him as a Vampire.
Why was the Rat coming closer?
Oh.
He wanted to talk.
The boy heaved a shrug, the movement rather theatrical as he had to move quite a bit for it to show through his coat. Sad? Geist wasn't sad, just disappointed. Losing meant that, according to the rules, it was Zenzi's turn to make a move. He hoped he did something soon; otherwise, this was gonna get boring fast.
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Post by Stellarajax on Sept 11, 2006 7:30:41 GMT 12
Zenzi recoiled a bit, face skewering with disgust at Geist's sneeze. He raised his scarf to cover his nose briefly, his eyes narrowing. Ew. But nonetheless, he would make this meeting fun--well, for at least one of them. More than likely it would be him. He didn't care about the other.
"Hn. You're disgusting, you know." Zenzi laughed quietly, kneeling and moving to push the large collar away from Geist's face but changed his mind, grabbing Geist's wrists and yanking him closer. Yes, just as thin as could be expected. Carefully Zenzi pushed the sleeve away, watching the arm become more and more uncovered.
"You don't need these arms, do you?" Zenzi whispered, tilting his head slowly, an crooked smile widening across his face. "No, no, you don't." His voice grew lower as he leaned forward and licked Geist's arm. "They're mine now."
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Post by Masquerade on Sept 11, 2006 8:14:51 GMT 12
[Buh, should'a mentioned the arm sheaths earlier :X]
Geist didn't liked to be grabbed. He didn't like it at all. Still, it was the other boys turn, and he couldn't retaliate without breaking the almighty rules.
He considered changing his views on that subject when his sleeves were pushed up and his precious knives were revealed, tucked away in their sheaths, waiting for the right flick of his arms to slide free and into his hands. Geist's eyes narrowed, and behind his hood he'd bitten into his lip thoughtfully. If the Rat touched those blades, there'd be hell to pay.
What was he talking about? Of course Geist needed his arms. Toes weren't nearly dexterous enough to manipulate the locks, picks, knives, and other small instruments that Geist relied on.
His pout returned. They were his arms, thank you very much.
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Post by Stellarajax on Sept 11, 2006 9:16:05 GMT 12
[[yes, yes you should've ]] Zenzi's eyes moved quickly as something flickered. Ah yes, his reflection in his doll's..knives. Oh, he had come prepared? Oh yes, he liked this one very much already. And to think that Geist was still breathing! Hn. "Mhn... My arms, my knives." Zenzi was speaking more to himself than Geist and it hadn't struck him as odd that the latter had yet to respond, verbally or otherwise. Carefully, Zenzi moved his fingers over the knives, not touching them, but merely having his hand hover the sheaths. He had yet to release Geist's wrist and had no intention of doing so. "I wonder what you're face looks like." Zenzi peered curiously at the hood but turned his attention back to the knives. At least with these he wouldn't have to tarnish his own. But there was something else bothering Zenzi as his eyes followed the curve of the knives and Geist's arms. When he chose to begin hacking into the small arms, there would be blood. Lots of blood. (He had yet learned how to work neatly.) And blood would be messy; and he didn't want that. No, no. He shook his head in accordance with his thoughts. There was only one solution. He nodded as he understood. "I have to see your face first." He mused, smiling. "Take the hood down."
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Post by Masquerade on Sept 11, 2006 9:54:20 GMT 12
[[You can spank me for it later xP]]
Geist tensed visibly when the Rat's attention shifted towards his weapons, eyes widening significantly. Was he going to- no... no, he didn't touch them. But he was too close for comfort. Geist shook his head emphatically, brow furrowing in response to Zenzi's words.
No. They were his arms and his knives.
The rules of the game were beginning to be harder and harder to obey. It would be all too easy just to flick one of his knives into play, force the Rat to let go, and run for it. Stalk from a safer distance. But he could do all that after Zenzi was finished with his turn.
Geist sighed silently, shaking his head and worming his chin up and over the edge of his collar, blinking quickly. He tilted his head, causing his hair to fall forward and obscure most of his face. Still trying to hide his Tribes facepaints.
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Post by Stellarajax on Sept 11, 2006 10:17:03 GMT 12
Zenzi grinned at the only response he'd receieved so far. So he wasn't allowed to have the knives...nor these delightful arms? He smiled, shaking his head. Among the many things he didn't like, having things kept from him was right up there near the top of the list.
"Awh, you're still hiding your face." Zenzi smiled, not really interested in Geist's face as he ran a finger slowly over one of the knives. Mine mine mine. Maybe they could share? Like hell. That was another thing he hated: sharing.
Zenzi leaned closer as he pushed away Geist's hair, grinning as something caught his eye. "What's this? A red mark... Hm. Let's see... Now that doesn't make you what I am, no no." Zenzi leaned back, nodding slowly. "Oh that means there are no rules against what I intend to do."
Red red red... Soon everything would be red. Except the face. Oh no, the face would turn blue and then maybe a little purple. Zenzi bit into his bottom lip anxiously; oh how he would enjoy this.
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Post by Masquerade on Sept 13, 2006 4:18:21 GMT 12
Geist would've whined if he'd had voice to do so, but as it was...
The boy screwed up his face into a grimace, looking decidedly 'pissed off' at the overzealous Wharf Rat. He jerked back suddenly, pulling his wrist free with the entire weight (not that that was particularly much) of his body. Of course, this caused him to overshoot and he fell back onto his butt, letting out a tiny, involuntary squeak as the air was forced out of his lungs.
The Vampire scrabbled to his feet, immediately backing off and flicking one of his knives into play, gripping the small hilt between thin fingers.
Geists turn to play, yes?
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Post by Stellarajax on Sept 13, 2006 9:54:14 GMT 12
Hmm? What was this sudden motivation to pull away? Zenzi frowned for a moment before smiling. No, resistance was a good thing. It meant his little Vampire doll was living. And a living doll was the best.
"Oh? What's this?" Zenzi eyed the sudden exposure of the knife, smiling. "Going to cut me are you?" He was amused at the very idea of it and also, at the squeak that had escaped Geist's lips. Hm. Zenzi stood upright, brushing his knees and straightening his scarf. There was probably nothing, at this very moment, more that he would like to do than drag this tiny creature into that alley and watch his face change. Pink. Red. Blue. Purple. All the while getting wetter with sweat and desperation. He couldn't hide his teeth any longer as his grin grew wider.
"Gekommen zu mir, mein kleiner Junge." He chuckled softly.
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