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Post by setmi on Sept 28, 2009 20:34:19 GMT -7
It was a chillier night then usual, mostly due to the heavy downpour of rain that soaked most of the city. The sky had been overcast all day, and finally, as Setmi had just made his mind up to venture outside once more after the last fiasco, the sky had opened up and within seconds he was drenched. However, he had decided that a walk in the dismal weather might actually help cheer him up. Gods knew seeing all the other miserable bastards scurrying about through the rain would lighten anyones steps.
His plan was slightly foiled by the fact that he seemed to be the only one insane enough to go out in the rain. Cursing his luck, he ducked under the shelter of what used to be the Wellington Arch. Not that he knew that, of course; he was merely glad for the shelter from the rain. He really needed to stop wandering so far from his hotel and temporary home.
Temporary, because while he had managed to scrape together enough cash for rent the last week, he doubted he could do it again. He needed a job, and badly. Or a roommate, but he had yet to meet anyone he'd be willing to put up with for more then a few moments at a time, let alone potentially live with. He shuddered at the thought.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Sept 28, 2009 20:54:01 GMT -7
The rain served to lighten Malorie's spirits quite nicely, maybe it was the rain, or perhaps the fact she was off work but she felt good. However from the sound of her laugh as she stomped through the puddles, twirling her umbrella about gleefully...it was no doubt from the schadenfreude she was experiencing from watching people scuttle out of the rain like they'd melt.
It appeared that the crazies were out in full force tonight. Darting down the road she took a moment to look at the local architecture...and what looked like the horrible gargoyle sitting under it.
Oh sweet lord, who let Pinky out in public? She smirked and shook her head, taking temporary reprise from the storm under the arch, taking her chances with the mean spirited albino. Malorie was in too good of a mood to insult him immediately, and instead gives him a polite nod. "Hey." As soon as she was where it was dry, there was a cigarette to her lips and a lighter in her hands. Really, terrible habit she had going on there.
"Good to see you aren't dead yet." She says with the same cheerfulness as someone making normal conversation. Malorie hums for a second and gestures her pack of smokes at Setmi, offering one to him. "That's good." Of course she couldn't quite mask the surprise in her tone.
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Post by setmi on Sept 28, 2009 21:13:55 GMT -7
Setmi's good mood dampened a little when he saw who had joined him beneath the architecture, and he raised his metaphorical hackles in preparation for the verbal attack he was sure to follow Malorie's appearance.
It didn't come. He blinked and arched an eyebrow, pulling his coat tighter around him, unconsciously hiding the shirt he had been stuck with for a few days now, unable to find himself another one. He didn't return her greeting, too taken aback by her forced cheer. Well fuck, if the cyclops could pretend to be nice, then maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all. He accepts her offer of a smoke, realizing that his last nicotine hit had been from their first meeting. Go figure.
He grunts wordlessly at her as he lights his cigarette and takes a deep drag. "Don't sound so damned disappointed," He said, unable to keep the small growl out of his voice. "Contrary to belief, I am capable of keeping myself out of trouble."
He snorts and looks out into the rain, watching the smoke from his breath curling up and out of sight. He was glad there was barely even what one could call a breeze to go along with the rain. He didn't really want his coat to blow open and flash the sarcastic bitch his shirt, which was rather see-through even when it wasn't wet. He would take her fake politeness over the jabs he was sure to receive for the obvious womens shirt he was wearing. Goddammit, he shouldn't give a damn at all. But he had let one woman one-up him. He wouldn't allow that to happen again.
"Well, usually," He amended with a tight smile.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Sept 28, 2009 21:28:23 GMT -7
Malorie shakes her umbrella and then looks over at Setmi with a shrug, he was hiding something, knowing him and how creepy he was, the albino was probably exposing himself to people in the park. She cringed a bit involuntarily between puffs and then couldn't help but laugh.
"I believe you." she says with a nod. "You have to be fucking nuts to survive in a place like this. To be terribly honest." Again very conversational until she saw some woman outside drop her briefcase into a puddle, her expression almost looked pained before she exploded into a nasty cackle. Really it was almost delicious to watch the lady try to pick up her sopping ruined papers.
Of course, catching her faux pas, the female chokes down her amusement, looking over at Setmi with a bit of a blink, she had done that out loud, hadn't she? Well so much for trying to seem like a nice person, but she wasn't trying to impress Pinky...who wanted to impress a flasher anyways? Also...speaking of trouble....
"Um...Hey Pinky...you aren't um...flashin' your danglies at the poor people around these parts are you?" Malorie again delivers a statement rather dryly, "Because, I'm pretty sure something like that is against the Geneva Convention under torture..." she puffs away, gesturing a bit at the tight coated man, trying not to look at him, just in case.
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Post by setmi on Sept 28, 2009 21:45:48 GMT -7
Setmi choked back a laugh at her bluntness; wouldn't really do to let the woman know she amused him. Dammit, he must be going soft in his old age. He puffed on his cigarette broodingly, before noticing the unlucky women in the rain drop her suitcase, and he laughed cruelly. Ah yes, now he remembered why he had come out again. It took him a moment to realize the laughter echoing his wasn't a hallucination and was actually coming from the woman beside him.
He immediately quieted, his face looking as though he swallowed something sour. He tried to hide it by taking a deep drag of his cigarette when Malorie spoke. He sputtered and choked on the smoke, coughing loudly as his lungs screamed abuse.
Glaring at Malorie, he threw away the smoke with more force then was really necessary. Narrowing his eyes, he opened his jacket wide and snarled at her. Words weren't really needed; his shirt said quite enough. Unfortunately for him, the shirt showed more then it hid.
The rain had plastered the white shirt to his skin, and the black words sprawled across the front couldn't hide his scars, his burn scars especially noticeable. It didn't help that the shirt was about five inches above his belt, showing off the nice scar that looked like someone had started to do an autopsy on him and stopped halfway up his abdomen before trying to pull open his stomach with their bare hands. As far as it went, it wasn't too far from the truth.
Of course, his nipples were standing at attention too. More and more awkward. "If I were to flash anyone, I wouldn't bother with the coat," He growled out, snapping said coat closed with a huff, hiding the 'Sexy Bitch' t-shirt once more.
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Post by aro on Sept 29, 2009 18:57:30 GMT -7
It was one of those days I never wanted to be here. Rain, the cold down your spine. I’d rather fight off snow flakes then getting soaked to the bone and shivering half the time. It was terrible enough I didn’t have any place to live yet alone take shelter under. Luckily enough I found a nice little place on the other side of town to look for food and shelter. My hoodie was pulled over my head and a long black trench coat covered the rest of me. My thumbs still pulled through the sleeves of my sweatshirt. Brown leather bag was swung over my one shoulder, I could never trust putting it anywhere but at my side. Streets were full with taxies but yet not a single other car. I rushed myself over the street as I then looked around to see where I was.
It was a stoke of the devil himself my eyes just glanced over the arch, never even glancing at the architect itself but at the two that were underneath it. My heart raced in a frenzy, knowing the little toy I had picked up on the other day was under there but with another person. Another person that loved to play with him? He was just showing off his new shirt as I snickered to myself, a glimpse of pearly whites shown from the shadows under the hood.
I slowly moved under the arch, keeping to myself and hiding my face. Didn’t want Mr. Whitey and Mrs. Rodger Rabbit to see me. He can deal with me later. The rain was my main deal today. Fuckin’ cold shit. A shiver rolled down my spine as I looked out to the street, watching the business people walk by with either a newspaper or an umbrella over their heads.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Sept 29, 2009 20:11:11 GMT -7
Really, that was just uncalled for!
Malorie recoils, squinting up her eyes, but it was too late. That which was seen could not be unseen. Unfortunately, even with only one eye it was pretty much burned into the back of her retina and seared into her mind's eye.
"You are one sick fuck Pinky." Of course, the way she said it almost sounded like she admired him for it. Though she certainly didn't like what she had to look at. "So, were you shop lifting at the juniors misses section again?" she finally gives up trying to avoid looking at Setmi and gestures at him. "Or did you eat a girl scout....?"
The female trails off as another woman comes running under the gate, she wasn't sure she'd want to have this conversation with mixed company now. Because she was only half joking about him eating someone. "Hey...there's a girl over there lookin' at you. You know her?" she nodded at the Aro and then frowns, not that she cared some lady was staring at the freak, but now...she was staring at her too, and that just didn't sit too well with her.
She would at least wait for Setmi to confirm or deny familiarity with the woman before she started hollering profanities and telling her off. Because she was just classy like that.
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Post by setmi on Oct 13, 2009 18:17:28 GMT -7
Setmi grumbled under his breath and glared at the ground where his cigarette had rolled out into the rain. He really wished he hadn't chucked it now, but he'd be damned if he asked for another one. He could probably find someone who would give him another back at the hotel, and it wasn't like he was addicted to them. He was an opportunist smoker, meaning he smoked when they were available, but didn't go through the cravings everyone else did. It worked well enough.
He didn't hear the almost-praise in Malorie's voice, which was good. For who, was debatable. He hadn't missed the look of disgust that had distorted her face though, and that was also good. For both of them. If Setmi knew just how much skin he had flashed, particularly his scars, he wouldn't be so calm. But the fact that she seemed to despise him as much as he did her made him... reasonable.
A chuckle almost escaped his mouth at her assumptions as to where he got the shirt, until she directed his attention to the newcomer beneath the arch. Immediately his metaphorical hackles were raised a deep growl fell from his lips. He recognized the face underneath the hood, and he took a step closer, hands curling into fists at his side.
"Have you come back to exchange my pants for a skirt this time?" He snarled. When he had first found that his shirt had been switched out, he had been nothing but amused. But now a week had gone by without him acquiring a different one, and the shirt was much too small. It dug into him whenever he moved and was very tight across the chest and around the arms. All in all, it made for one pissed off werewolf.
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Post by aro on Oct 20, 2009 18:07:12 GMT -7
A laugh came from under the hood as her hands moved to the leather bag behind her. Something was tossed to Setmi which was a new shirt anyhow that’d probably suit his liking. It was black with a rainbow streaking across the front. The only shirt she could’ve picked up for only a few dollars.
I wish it’d be that simple, but others are around and you’re not hunting. I’m not going to strip you in front of another lady… yet alone you’re gay… So I’ll not touch that subject.
Her brown eyes shown from underneath the hood to the other girl that stood by the first were she had ran into since reaching here. Yes, Vince’s jokes were getting to her, but it was the fun part about gays, they usually took the good laugh and suffered with it for a long while, so revenge of the fallen deal here. Her hands moved back into the pockets of her trench coat, bag closed and back onto her shoulder.
Find a good enough meal the other day or did you starve again? Speaking to Setmi. She really didn’t want a address the other lady that she suppose was a were herself also for hanging around the gay guy. Was she bi or something for hanging around him? Probably. Who knew in this world anymore. This was way different than Russia. Gays were a hard to find item there. Here you could find them at every single corner and probably get away with that stuff. Eww.
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Post by Malorie Cohen on Oct 20, 2009 18:36:49 GMT -7
"I wish it’d be that simple, but others are around and you’re not hunting. I’m not going to strip you in front of another lady… yet alone you’re gay… So I’ll not touch that subject. "
"What the shit does that have to do with anything?" Malorie scowled more as the woman came over offering Pinky a shirt, really, that was convenient...where the hell had she been hiding it? Thinking about it made her skin crawl, but then again, most everything having to do with dealing with other people gave her the wiggins.
She huffed a little, rolling her eye at Setmi with a smirk before she crossed her arms and let the albino and Aro socialize or bond or whatever they did, After all, it wasn't like the man was her friend, and she didn't and probably shouldn't have defended the degenerate as much as she had.
But hey, she was a nice sort of lady, if you could look past the the fact she was a mind game playing, soulless harpy of an ice queen; and those were her good traits. So nice even, that she tried to smooth out the rising tension.
"Have you come back to exchange my pants for a skirt this time?"
"Setmi, don't you dare, you have not the legs for it, 'sides, look at that shirt, I would parish the thought what sort of trailer trash rag she'd pull out for you." her drawling voice finished with a surprisingly melodic laugh. Catty? Yes. But the last thing she wanted was to tear that freak off that girl...
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Post by setmi on Oct 20, 2009 19:46:03 GMT -7
Setmi caught the shirt tossed in his general direction, staring at it unblinkingly for a moment. Then he curled his lip in disgust and looked at the woman incredulously. "Are you fucking serious?" He demanded, shaking the black and rainbow abomination at her. "You steal my favorite shirt, and then try and replace it with this, this..."
He shook his head and threw the shirt back at the woman, wishing it was about three hundred pounds heavier and made of brick. "I refuse to accept anything else from you. And I don't know what my sexuality has to do with anything, or how you figured it out, but refrain from assuming anything about me."
The fact that Malorie seemed just as offended, instead of pissing him off, made him feel a little justified. After all, it wasn't as though Aro had offended her. Not that he needed Malorie's protection or anything. Though he agreed that he definitely didn't have the legs to pull off a skirt. Besides, he liked his junk safely behind denim or leather, thank you very much.
He shoots a mildly amused look at Malorie. "I'll refrain from wearing anything else of hers, trust me."
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