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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 9, 2004 18:13:01 GMT -5
Peter's eyes narrow. He grabs Spite you the throat, pinning her back against the desk, leaning over her, his face twisted with anger. "If you go near her or anyone else I care about I will break my promise of pasificsum."
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Post by Spike on Mar 9, 2004 18:16:12 GMT -5
Spite laughs, "Oh honey, your so farward." He purrs, staying relaxed even with the hand on her throat, "Why don't you dump the little girl? I beat we could have a much better time together than making soup."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 9, 2004 18:18:13 GMT -5
Peter leans closer, his face right over her's. His eye face is blank, though not the perfect blank he once master as a Hunter. "Do you not understand I'm threatening to kill you?"
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Post by Spike on Mar 9, 2004 18:20:03 GMT -5
"Of that just makes this all the more fun sweety. And so does this." Spite raises her head, presing her lips against his. So kind of him to lean forwards like that.
She presses her tounge through his lips, placing her hands on the sides of his head.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 9, 2004 18:23:33 GMT -5
Peter's eyes snap open and he tries to straighten up and Spite has her hands on his head. Jerking his head back Peter stares at Spite, stumbling backwards.
"You... what..."
He turns and runs out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
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Post by Spike on Mar 9, 2004 18:28:04 GMT -5
Spite looses her grip on Peter's head. She watches him studder and run. She lips her lips, breathing a little harder and lays back again, giggling to herself.
"Ha ha ha, oh, that got his fur standing on end! Ha ha ha! Hum... he's a good kisser though."
Sitting up and hopping off the desk Spite walks out of the class. She'll have to come back another time. Not only hadn't she gotten him to wish for anything but she also wanted to see if she could get her lips on him again.
"That'll scatter his little boxed in world, oh yes."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 9, 2004 18:33:53 GMT -5
Peter stops, leaning against the wall, outside and two buldings away. He was breathing hard, and not from his run.
What... why... I just ment her and... I should kill her... or... oh man, my head is spinning. Oh...
Straightening again he starts walking, not in any direction particularly, just walking...
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Post by Chihira on Mar 9, 2004 18:57:26 GMT -5
I hear Ookami and smile ~Yes, I'm fine. It has been quite a while hasn't it? I'll see you around then.~ I stop writing and go out of the room and spot him meditating. I kiss his lips softly and walk outside to train.
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Post by Chastity on Mar 9, 2004 19:24:12 GMT -5
The time crawls by as I lay on my cot. Prayers drain like water from my mouth as I try to clear my mind. Sleep is ellusive. It is early yet, my evening thrown off by the amount of help that I received earlier.
I sit up on the edge of the bed, my bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. Something doesn't feel right.
I stand up and pace the eight foot length of the room. There should be nothing wrong. I walk downstairs to the kitchen and look around. Everything is as it should be.
I open the door and peer outside. The night is quiet and dark. There is nothing amiss.
... and yet I felt something. It was a stirring in my spirit that told me that something was wrong.
I silently close the door again and take a seat at the table. I ask God for wisdom in prayer, that I might pray for what is needed... but nothing comes. There is no answer.
I trace the lines in the table with my finger as I sit and think, wanting to know the reason for such a feeling inside of me. THe answer stays hidden, and soon my head rests on the table and my weary mind falls into a fitfull sleep.
In just a few hours I will need to wake up and get things ready for the evening meal. In just a few hours, the sun will rise. Perhaps that sun will bring to light what has troubled me so in the darkness of the night.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 9, 2004 19:34:02 GMT -5
Peter's feet lead him onwards but he isn't looking where he's going. Not really.
MY first kiss. And it was from some immortal woman dressed like a Anime character that I knew for five minutes before hand.
He kicks a rock on the sidewalk, sending the small stone soaking into the air like a bullet.
I had been hoping my first kiss would be... well, it was passionite I suppose.
He rubs his forehead, trying to banishes the thoughts that welled within his mind.
No, there was nothing behind that, your thoughts are being steered by your biology, hormons playing with your head. Man, I never though I'd miss the ability to turn my emotion off.
Then do. Go back. Be a Hunter.
Peter's eyes snap open and he jerks his head around. He was sure that had not been his thought. It sounded like a voice...
"Hello? Who's there? Where am I?"
Peter looks around at the strange buildings and rubs his eyes. "Man... I better... maybe I should see Chastity, help great everything in order, see if anyone was interesting in learning stuff..."
He falls silent. Could he see Chastity and keep his thoughts straight. On top of his feelings for her there was this new element to the problem. Spite. She found him once... what if she could again. What if... that happened with Chastity around?
"Man..."
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Post by Chastity on Mar 9, 2004 19:47:15 GMT -5
Morning comes early after hours of restless searching. Too soon the sun sends its rays through the windows of the small Parisian kitchen.
My body is stiff and achey, my face has lines on it from where it rested on the table for a few hours.
I push myself up from the hard, wooden chair and walk to the small bathroom. The ancient fixtures let out a squeel as I turn the water on, flowing first orange with settled iron deposits and then running clean.
I fill the bathtub, ahut the door, and the hot water steams up the cloudy mirror on the wall. I look at my reflection as the mirror hazes over. My reflection losing its sharp lines and becoming blurred. I reach a hand up to rub at the sleep lines on my face. I sigh and start to undress for my bath, stepping out of my old, thin nightclothes and into the hot, cleansing water.
I feel a cloud hanging over me, though the sun is shining brightly outside. There is something causing a disrest in my spirit. I take the yellow bar of soap and run it over my thin arms and pale skin. The soap can only wash away the dirt of this world, not the cares. I scrub hard, but still the gray feeling remains.
My head sinks beneath the hot liquid, but it will take more than water to wash away my uneasiness.
I step out and towel off, changing into my day clothes. They are old and worn. They are not attractive, they are plain. They fit me well, and serve a purpose. I serve a purpose as well.
I lean over and rub the towel over my long, light hair, then run a comb through it and tie it back while it is yet damp.
I open the door and walk out into the kitchen, slipping on my shoes.
The sun shines brightly outside, inside it is dark, not inside the kitchen, inside me.
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Post by Riku on Mar 9, 2004 20:41:39 GMT -5
i open my eyes and see that it is getting dark. i slept the day away...., that isnt like me... i sit up and look around, i was still on the roof. i sigh and jump down onto the ground, i listen incase something was wrong, nothing wrong just chihira training. i sigh again as i walk inside. i glance around and see ookami meditating and everyone else must have been sleeping. i walk into the other room so i wouldnt bother ookami, i sit down in a chair. hope suzumi isnt still mad at me....
Meada~
i look at her and hold her close to me. not long..., just about three more miles. . i lay my head on her's and smile. you have a beautiful voice..., where did you learn to sing like that?.
Mark~
i follow her into the living room. then maybe you shouldnt be here...., though it is your choice if you tell me. i sit down again and look at mark. tell me,.... do you know any anarchists, or where any are? red killed their leader and there are rumors that her boyfriend took over it. you seem to know how to get into things like that so i was hoping...., . i sigh, had my mind set on LIF but they were disbanded so i could.... but maybe i could infiltrate the anarchist's ranks.... never mind. we should move to somewhere else.....
LinSat
i look at violet. she wasnt acting strange but for her to disappear like that... and without saying anything. it was stranger then normal.... i shrug it off... i could think about it later. so then.... what do you want to do today?.
Zeek~
i walk out into the living room and see ookami. hey im going out for abit. i walk out the door not really caring if he heard me or not. i transform into a bird and fly off towards moscow.
John~
i wake up again and see that i am again in kaze's arms. i am still tired and i dont feel like moving. i dont even remember going to sleep. maybe she had some sort of charming magic.... i sigh and lay back down.
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Post by Lady Violet on Mar 9, 2004 20:49:19 GMT -5
"I am not sure what we shoud do. I went to the symphony alone the other night. I enjoyed it greatly, but would like to indulge in some more classical music. There is a string quartet playing tonight. That might be worth seeing." I suggest. I always enjoy classical music.
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Post by Fascia on Mar 9, 2004 20:53:52 GMT -5
"Well, as much as I would enjoy killing people, I am a little hungry. Perhaps we could go out to eat."
I can't believe this. I am going to go out to eat with Keitoleinen, the god of destruction, the god of my people, my god.#nosmileys
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Mar 9, 2004 20:57:33 GMT -5
The guy wants me to meet him at a warehouse but that sounds fishy. I am not that dumb. I call him back on the phone.
"Hey, just stop by my beach house. I have this crazy android after me so I have to be careful! I'll be waiting!"
I hang up the phone. If he really wants the business deal, he will show. I sit by Selja. "Can I get you something to eat, doll?"
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