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Post by luka on Oct 18, 2009 14:27:16 GMT -7
Happy. Oh yes, Luka was happy. Only because his friend KoZ had stolen him an ipod with his favorite songs. The catch was he had to stay in his human form to use it. He hated walking the streets, in daylight where people could stare at his malnourished form. Random people would come up to him, asking if he was on a new starving diet. He chuckled, he sorta was. It was called 'The Werewolves kick my ass and steal my food' diet. Luka has an extra smile on his face. It was awkward to have a thief as a friend but it worked out. Now he just needed somewhere to live. He would be a goood room mate. He did live to please. Though people got a perverted look whenever he said that...Males were weird, and some women were weirder. He sang in his odd, girlish voice, not caring one bit. Now hold this tight
Don't let go
No burden
I can't forget the past is real
No longer fight this feeling
No burden
I can't erase what you've become this time
And I cast doubt (no longer)
And I am able, I am strong
And now it dwells in me
True to this cause I hunger
I count the days that pass me by
I'll do what I know is right
No failure shall befall me this time
And I cast doubt (no longer)
And I am able, I am strong
And now it dwells in me
Luka quickly stopped and scurried away when people started staring at him. He saw a cat walk past him. "Maybe a pet would help..." He thought. |
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 18, 2009 14:40:07 GMT -7
Malorie was damning Setmi today, the window to her apartment was open, and god knows why, but that meant that Lord Byron, her dead husband's beloved cat had gotten lose. Not that she didn't love the cat herself, but the attachment to the creature had been by now more as a memento of her dead love.
And now, the thing was on some grand day out. She grumbled, seeing the thing and chasing after the blue-gray cat. She would not and could not ever forgive herself if that thing got its dumb ass killed.
"Catch that cat!"
She called out towards a boy almost as skinny as herself, not trying to be rude or anything, but he looked about within grabbing distance. For a moment there had been singing, pretty enough...but she was definitely preoccupied. After all of this, she was going to need a cigarette and a stiff drink...and she could only have one of those.
It wasn't as though she was very good at this cat catching thing, Byron darted from her like this was a grand sort of game, getting out of arms reach and meowing happily before she took another charge at it. Under her breath, she could only curse.
Good thing Malorie couldn't read thoughts, because the last thing that helped anything...was a pet.
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Post by luka on Oct 18, 2009 14:52:05 GMT -7
Luka saw a thin women chasing the cat that just walked past him. He quickly moved forward and placed his hands around the cat's chest. He brought the cat to his chest. He already had experience with cats. Though Hollow, the sphinx cat, was naked and had no fur. He was by no means cute, but he was super friendly.
He went to the woman, he could tell she was older than him. Hell, he was only 19, almost everyone was older than him.
"Um, er, is this your cat?" He asked. He wasn't afraid of women, but this one seemed pissed off. His mother always said 'Hell hath no fury like a women, blah, blah, you get the idea. Luka adjusted his collar, the cat batting at the bone shape tag like a toy.
Luka cringed a bit at the woman's scent. Smoke. Luka didn't really enjoy the smell of cigarettes. Craig had smoked near him when he was alive. Until Darla had yelled at Craig when Luka began to cough.
Luka smiled as he saw that Malorie only had one eye. He himself was blind in his left eye. The white eye was staring at her, never blinking.
"I'm Luka." Now that wasn't his real name, but he would never tell.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 18, 2009 15:06:07 GMT -7
"Its my...husband's cat."
Even now she talked about him like he was still around, even though that seemed a lifetime ago. "His name is Byron." she paused for a moment, looking ready to grab the cat and bolt but instead she took a long deep breath. "The cat, not my husband." she looked at the boy for awhile, not trying to grab the cat back for now, eyeing him down with her one barely functioning eye.
He seemed a bit messed up himself, but she didn't really say anything, maybe to be nice, or maybe because Luka still had her husband's cat in his grasp. It couldn't possibly be because she knew she had her own laundry list of issues. She certainly was never that humble. "Malorie." she wasn't much for introductions, then again, she wasn't used to many people willingly talking to her outside of work.
The she-wolf sure as hell didn't like him looking at her and smiling like that, what? One freak looking down at another? She sneered for a moment, but then forced a bit of a smirk, trying her best to not let her mean spirited streak get the best of her. "Thanks for catching him."
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Post by luka on Oct 18, 2009 15:20:22 GMT -7
Luka didn't want to be rude, but he was terribly hungry and needed a place to sleep. He hoped she didn't get angry at her or anything. He handed Byron back to her.
"You're welcome. It's dangerous for house pets to come out." How true it was. Just last week, Luka had been attacked, just for leaving a human's house. He didn't know why, but other weres didn't like the fact that a werewolf like himself, enjoyed being a pet.
"Oh, um...S-since I helped catch your c-cat...C-could I have a p-place to sleep f-for t-the n-n-n-night?" Luka stuttered badly when he finally asked. If all she said was no, he'd be fine. He hoped she didn't off into a fit, explaining that he was trying to blackmail her or something like that.
"I don't l-live anywhere. Please, I'll clean up and everything! I can do dishes, and I'm a great cook, if you have meat." Was proud of himself that he didn't stutter. He blinked once, then twice. "I live to please."
He hoped Malorie wouldn't smile that perverted smile when he said that.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 18, 2009 15:34:57 GMT -7
"Yea, I normally don't let him out...but Pinky left my window open and well..." she trailed off as the boy asked to stay at her place.
Malorie made a strange mumble as she kept a keen eye on Luka just in case, she kept thinking that out of nowhere Chris Hanson was going to pop out and ask her to take a seat. This all seemed a bit too eerily set up to her. But after awhile she sort of sighed, "On your own huh? Should have known by the look of you."
"You look like hell."
She was honest like that, perhaps that was bad, but it was something she felt she owed the world, for better or for worse. "Listen, lets just...go grab something to eat, okay? We can make plans from there." she let him hold onto the cat, but slipped a thin leash onto Byron's collar. "Its not that I'm saying no...its just...I don't live in the sort of place people should live at..." Her apartment complex was a hotbed of debauchery and criminals, never mind her neighbor was a cat stealing pedophile.
Who would feel comfortable bringing a kid like Luka into that hot mess. "So, you got a story?"
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Post by luka on Oct 18, 2009 15:59:01 GMT -7
"You have food?" Asked like a child that had his first taste of candy. He hadn't eaten until about two days ago, and that had been roadkill.
"Pinky?..." Luka mumbled. He followed her to some sort of food stand.
Luka sat down and quickly devoured his food. He had paid for it with the little amount of money he earned, for being a friend, at least that's what KoZ told him. He was saving the money to pay her back, but he was so hungry. It was only a matter of time before she came to him and demanded him to strip naked. Luka snapped out of his thought as he choked on his food. Quickly regaining himself, he kept eating.
"Uh..." Luka started when he heard her ask about his life. "I'm a werewolf. You probably know that. My brothers tortured me until my mother killed the eldest. Since then I've lived with Craig and Darla. An old couple who thought I was a normal dog. They took care of me and gave me a home.
They died a few years back. Darla fell in the shower when someone tried to rob the house. I killed the robber, but she was dead. Craig died a week later. I'm sure he was sick with grief. After that, I've been living on the streets. Scavenging for food. But they other werewolves keep attacking me because I like to be a pet. Is it so bad to live with humans? To throw away your pride if it makes you happy?" Luka had been asking himself the question, mumbling others thing Malorie couldn't hear.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 18, 2009 16:11:24 GMT -7
"You have food?"
"I don't, but I wager there's a restaurant around here that does." Malorie wasn't the sort of person who cooked, there wasn't much of a kitchen in her flat, and well, she couldn't remember how to cook for one anymore, and she just didn't feel comfortable making food for two either. She watched him eat, and wasn't exactly certain that Luka had eaten enough with the meager amount he could afford. "Here." she handed him a few bills. "At your age, you should be eatin' more." For a moment there was a low warm southern drawl to her voice, as she sipped at the drink she only gotten herself. A simple sweetened ice tea.
She listened to Luka's story with quiet expression, taking it all in with a few slight nods here and there, not interjecting until she was certain he was finished. "Well, I can't speak much for werewolves, I haven't been one for very long...though, I think...you'd have been happier as a son, then a dog..." Though her voice was dark and snippy, there was somewhere a kindness to her, as she tried to explain things to the boy the best she could. "Nobody wants to be a slave, and I bet...that's what they thought you were, being a pet and all...they were just unhappy you'd debase yourself like that."
After awhile she couldn't help it, but her hand pulled out a pack of smokes and she lit one up, bringing it to her lips like her life depended upon it.
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Post by luka on Oct 18, 2009 16:26:54 GMT -7
Luka nodded, thankful she could at least understand. He noticed her tone as she told him about eating more. She sounded a bit like Elsa, his mother. He missed her. She was the one who told him he'd be happier as a pet. He hadn't been that much happier as a son. Your parents expecting such high things from you. That didn't matter as a pet. As long as you were house trained and cuddleed, you were perfect.
"I'm no slave. I like to serve. I live to do it. I just like pleasing people. Probably from spending my years as a dog for so long. It's not so bad. Being petted actually feels nice. I'm just glad my owners, er, people couldn't afford to get me neutered...But I don't I have much use for them anyway. Luka hinted that he had no intention of having children. And also, that he was somewhat gay. Though he was afraid of men, he found them attractive. His voice was of a normal male, a hint of femine, but he still didn't sound as if he was somewhat gay.
Somewhat, only because Luka couldn't figure it out himself. He was very confused. KoZ had told him that being bi-sexual meant you were keeping your options open. He still didn't understand. But it didn't matter now.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 18, 2009 17:03:31 GMT -7
Smirked a little, between sips and puffs, shaking her head a little. Malorie was a bit of a strange woman to be sure, "It is better to die on one's feet than to live on one's knees," with that she put her cigarette out on the bottom of her shoe. "-Emilio Zapata said that, I tend to agree. Of course, I tend to believe that you can be a slave to more than just...a person. A mindset, your emotions, hell...even your beliefs, you can be a slave to." she shrugged,going back to a somber demeanor.
"Trapped in the hell of your own mind." Truly the she-wolf was a cheerful bitch, squinting her remaining eye and tapping a finger against her temple. "If I were you, I'd question why you're so bent on servitude..." she hmmms thoughtfully, and then when little Luka talked about getting neutered, Malorie suddenly erupted in a fit of laughter.
"Oh shi-" she stops for a moment trying to catch her breath. "Seriously? What...did you hump the furniture or something? That's terrible!" of course, such an outburst made her almost, maybe, feel a little guilty, as she quickly bit her lip.
"I mean...that's...real tough."
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Post by luka on Oct 20, 2009 13:46:10 GMT -7
"Wha? No, no! I said they couldn't afford to neuter me. I'd have gave the vet a nasty gash if they tried to." Luka laughed when she thought he didn't have any balls.
He chomped down another sandwhich as he thought about what she first said.
"Um, well I don't know why I like to serve. My brothers used to bite me, I guess I used to think I was doing something wrong. My father completely ignore me. He never wanted kids anyway...
Maybe it's because I feel that I need to please everyone...It's hard to always feel like people don't like you. As if they're always waiting for you to fail. And then when you fail, they're ready to tear you apart..." Luka shuddered a bit as he picture teeth ripping into his flank and neck.
"Anyway, it's good you have a lot of humor in your mind...You remind me of my mother a bit. That's a compliment, not an insult..." Luka quickly remebered that women could get edgy when you compared them to someone, especially your own mother. Why were women so weird?
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 20, 2009 19:03:26 GMT -7
"Wha? No, no! I said they couldn't afford to neuter me. I'd have gave the vet a nasty gash if they tried to."
"Well...that's something, I guess." Really Malorie wasn't too sure if Luka should have kept his breeding capacity, given the fact he was betraying himself constantly...he was far too open, too trusting, the devious little tart within her smirked so hard on the inside, that soon she was smiling on her outsides, wide and toothy. "But I wouldn't dwell much on the past kid...it'll drag you down...and make you old and bitter before your time."
The female spoke with the voice of experience for certain. "But you should just let it go, don't hang up on making people like you...they will, or they won't. That's just how things are." She grunted, and picked up another cigarette and lit up, puffing away, she wasn't too bad at this sage-bullshit, but she needed the nicotine to keep herself from her, or him giving her a headache.
"In short, like my da used to say: Grow a pair, be your own man." she points the cherry at the young man and nodded, frowning a bit to prove how serious she was trying to be. "Can't please ev'ry one, so might as well please y'self." she then laughed, "Then again...my da got himself in a lot of trouble...but he was a happy guy. Nobody said ill of him."
"Your ma huh?" That last little statement made her brows raise somewhat, but she didn't take much offense by it. "Well...sometimes you just have to laugh...so you don't cry."
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Post by luka on Oct 20, 2009 19:18:19 GMT -7
"I know...Maybe my genes are just off track or something..." Oh great, here he was sharing his life story with a woman. Nothing wrong with women...They're just quick to blackmail you. Luka had learned that from experience. He decided to change the subject.
"You really have a lot to say. Do you have any children?" Yea, that was it. Women loved to talk about their children, didn't they? She did say somthing about a husband, though she didn't say his name. He wondered what he was doing here. He should be dead on the streets somewhere. Well, Malorie knew a lot about him now...He wondered if she needed a helping hand around the house...No, he didn't want to live with her. If stay around her too long, her stuff would start to get missing. Damn that theif! But, she was the only friend he had. Maybe he should...no, he could never be a theif. What had KoZ said about him?
Ah! He was too goody, goody. Too whiny, too moany, too dipressed, and just too everything. But he couldn't help it. If he could get a job as a butler he'd take it. Nevermind that now. Luka looked at Malorie.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 20, 2009 19:29:41 GMT -7
"I do have a lot to say...wealth of experience I guess. Sometimes y'know...your life only serves as a warning to others." Malorie certainly felt that way, but she didn't believe it, really she didn't believe in much of anything at all, she just went off hunches and feelings these days. "Might as well learn from my mistakes."
"You really have a lot to say. Do you have any children?"
She was halfway through a sip of ice tea when Luka asked her if she had any kids, that other half got forcibly spat out as she sputtered. After a moment of choking on fluid that went down the wrong tube, she started to laugh so hard that it started to sound a bit like a cackle, damn, this boy was a hell of comedian, and he didn't even know it! "Are...are you fucking kidding me kid? No...no I don't have any children...the only thing my husband left me was a horrid gray tabby cat."
The cyclops pointed at the terrible cat-beast in question and chuckled, "Why you think you might have an in and don't want the competition?" She was teasing the little werewolf a bit, she wouldn't be surprised if the little guy tried to weasel his way into her home, and rob her blind, or at the very least, mooch off her like some sort of ward.
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Post by luka on Oct 20, 2009 19:42:36 GMT -7
Luka stared with one eye as she started laughing. Did he say something funny? Well, did he? He certainly needed to stop talking to himself in his mind. Wait, did she say her husband left her a cat? So, did he leave her? Or was he...
Guess it was time to change the conversation...again...
"Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, um. Well then. Do you work anywhere or something?" Smooth. That was so smooth, he was sliding on ice. Yea, that was make him seem cool. Not that he wanted to be.
Luka looked around to see that he had already eaten all of his food. He dug in his pocket until-
"Squirrel?!" Luka froze and started at a tree. A red squirrel was staring at him, but was already inside of its hollow. Luka sunk deeper into his seat as people stared at him. It was his instinct to catch the squirrel. During his time with Craig, the man had tried to teach Luka to hunt for squirrels and any other pests. Luka had learned quickly. Now he yelled and barked whenever he saw or snelled a squirrel. Now this woman was going to call him crazy...
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