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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 21, 2009 17:06:36 GMT -7
Malorie nods, slowly at first, trying to figure out what this kid was getting at. "Yes, I work...um, I'm a social worker..." she didn't say what sort, just because well, who cared that she worked with paroled convicts? Usually people just brushed her off for being crazy for having such a dangerous profession.
But she enjoyed her job when it was good, and loathed it when it was bad. And the nice part about being such a godless heathen of a bitch, she managed to never take her work home with her, though there was a once upon a time where she took every failure to heart.
That was before her life became an atrocity parade of failure...which was almost what felt like a lifetime ago, she sort of zoned out for awhile, thinking about all of this, the expression on her face a mask of daydreaming. That was until the kid started to yell about squirrels.
Hell, she wasn't exactly a patient woman, and she wasn't going to tolerate the kid's crazy...she grabbed up a discarded newspaper and rolled it up. If Luka was going to act like a dog, and a poorly mannered one at that...she'd treat him like one. They were in public for god's sake.
*BOP*
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Post by luka on Oct 23, 2009 6:06:16 GMT -7
*BOP!!*
Luka shrank back as he felt the newspaper. He hadn't felt that in s good while. But the hard smack had triggered...Luka's masochistic side was seeping out. Luka did love pain. And when he received, it did make him a bit...hot. He stared at Malorie in confusion. Yea, he shouted squirrel but did he really deserve a good smack? He turned to see the same squirrel staring back at him. He could have sworn the damn rodent was laughing at him...
Back to the pain now. His blind eye was pinpointed at Malorie. Though he didn't know, he had no control over his blind eye. Hell, he didn't even have any feeling in it whatsoever. Now it was just staring at Malorie, as if it was holding some sick, twisted desire for her to hit him more. But Luka's right eye held fear. He just wanted to run away from the woman right now.
"Sorry! I can't help it. My days from being a pet, you know? Please hit me again..." Luka even leaned forward so that she could hit him in the same spot. "Um...A bit of a masochist...I'm not a pervert!" Oh yes he was!
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 25, 2009 10:45:30 GMT -7
Maybe Luka had wanted to run away from Malorie, but the she-wolf was already well on her way to taking her leave from the strange and now...very creepy young man. She scooped up her cat, and started to walk off at a very brisk pace, hoping that he didn't follow.
Who said that? Who would ask that? And why in god's name did he think she would care to know that sort of thing. It was disgusting and this was coming from a woman who as a girl did her fair share of...interesting things. But she sure as hell didn't say anything about it outside the bedroom. And for that matter never in public.
Not to someone she had just met!
Really she couldn't feel all too bad for the very lonely little dog-boy now. Who seemed to be the victim of his own stupidity. The woman grumbled as she walked, cursing a bit under her breath as she started back towards her apartment not even daring to check back to see if the boy was following.
Perhaps it went without saying, any invitation that Luka had hoped to get from Malorie, wasn't going to happen.
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Post by luka on Nov 7, 2009 21:09:23 GMT -7
'Shit! Oh, please don't hate me!' Luka thought. He stared at where Malorie was sitting only a few seconds ago. He could either A; Follow her and apologize for himself, or B; Leave and scavenge for food on the streets. Now which one do you think he picked? Luka raced after Malorie. He was tempted to alter and chase her down like the dog he was.
He somewhat caught up with her, out of breath. His body was still trying to digest the food he ate.
"I'm sorry. It's...just how I was rasied. The squirrel thing. That masochist thing...A mental problem, you know? Please don't leave me!"
Luka panted so hard, he almost passed out. His brain racked as flashes from his past flickered about. His mother leaving, his brothers glaring at him. Saying they would take their sweet time killing him when they found him. They said they would keep him alive so that he would feel the pain for an eternity.
"Malorie...please? I'm sorry, I really am. Please don't go. I'll do whatever you want! I'll clean, I'll cook. Anything...just please don't leave.
Bingo! That was Luka's problemo! He became too attached to people too quick. He just might get himself killed for that.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Nov 10, 2009 9:29:31 GMT -7
Unfortunately, Malorie did stop, and she turned in a horrible flourish, her remaining dark eye smoldering behind the lens of her glasses. For just a moment, there was the sound of a growl under her breath.
"You don't fucking think kid." She finally spoke, but her tone was none too pleased. "Being some sort of horrible shut in, doesn't mean you're aren't responsible for your goddamn words and actions." She was most definitely sneering this point at the young male. "'Cause you are...and if you can't rub enough braincells together t'know what y'did wrong...well, then you're just a liability."
Really she was just letting go at poor Luka, as she sort of kept juggling her cat from arm to arm. She was still glowering at the boy, like she was trying to bore a hole with her eye into his. "I'm not taking care of some cur of a kid, just because his mommy didn't show him how to act in public, Sorry. Just no." The dark haired female waved a hand around dismissively as she walked, apparently today she wasn't in the mood for dicking around or playing games.
"Dog boy or no...you're held to the same standards as the rest of us."
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Post by luka on Nov 11, 2009 9:29:22 GMT -7
OCC: Haha! Poor Luka...
Luka's mind cramped as he tried to register what Malorie just said. Luka was by no means slow, but his mind just had to work a bit more sometimes. He stopped walking, taking in what she said. He supposed, even though these things happened, he couldn't blame them on his lifestyle. Luka watch Malorie walk away. Well, at least he got a meal today. No, he would never use anyone, she just happened to treat him to some food. That was all he needed.
Even though she did just curse him out, insulted him, hit him, and left him...He liked Malorie. He adjusted his collar, just in case he needed to alter into his other form. He followed Malorie, not caring anymore if she found out or not. If he lost her, he could always sniff her out. Or just sniff out her cat. That he could always do.
"What the hell does liability mean? Or cur? Dog boy?...I like that name." Luka mumbled as he followed, not noticing that he wasn't really follwing anymore. Now he was just walking. He'd either bump into her or walk right infront of her and not notice. Damn his pathetic brain!
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