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 Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 6:39 pm
Walter's smile left him when Bela panicked and she ran into the bathroom. Oops.. "Bloody Hell i didnt mean to do that." Walter sighed and grabbed his vest. He got up and slipped it back on momentarily.. mainly because he didnt trust it within the presence of Keith. It was one thing for the boy to verbally attack him and even a physical attack Walter could handle from the boy. But he didnt want to be responsible for Keith slicing himself up with Walter's tools.
Getting up, Walter limped towards the girls bathroom. It took him longer than usual and usually he was rather quick. He knocked lightly on the woman's bathroom door. "Miss.. Bela." Walter corrected himself as he used the girls first name. "Bloody Hell woman i didnt mean to scare you. Im a mercenary, not a blimey psychopath. And i have no reason to hurt you or anyone on this island in fact." Walter said through the door, his tone gentle.
"Bela.. Miss. Can i at least come in?" Walter asked gently, funny.. now he didnt sound drunk or impaired at all. Maybe it had all been an act? The drunken bit? It was tough to tell with Walter.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:43 pm
Of course, Keith laugh when he saw Bela being sprayed with the orange juice. How could he not? He didn't really get what she meant by the that question, so he simply shook his head. Smile and nod, eh? When the woman and walter left, he sigh. He came her to have some entertainment and everyone was leaving? Damn. He grabbed Bela's newspaper and started to read the page it was on. "Hey Bela!" He screamed across the room. Not like there was anyone else but them three anyway. "It says we slept together! I'm calling paternity test on the first baby coming out of you!" Not that he could ever be a father, but he didn't knew that. He kept on reading, finding every gossip more hilarious than the previous. Especially those about the Twins. Ah! Serve them right. "Walter, leave her be. I don't think you want to be put in this gossip section as being seen peeing while sitting." Not that it would surprise him if Walter was a girl... Sometime, he was more feminine than ******** Dante.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 8:21 pm
Bela tried to make sense of everything, because she still couldn't believe gentle Walter was a killer. Sure, he was pretty agile and flexible... but she thought he might have been a stripper too, at some point. Jack of All Trades, remember? After a medium length of time, she had ended up sitting on the floor. No longer in a crouching position. By then, somebody was knocking on the door. Was it Walter or Keith, or maybe some other b***h who just arrived? Less than a second after, Walter's voice filtered through the door. Bela had to lean her to the side and press her ear against the door, to hear better.
She barely registered hearing Keith's garbled voice, she did not take any time to decipher what he said. She's been rather iffy about him since she came back to lie in her bed and some parts of the sheets were... yeah, she had a fun time explaining that to the NPC maid when she set the sheets on fire, right outside. And it took her a week before she could climb into bed without cringing at the thought that Keith had jerked off in her bed.
"No, this is the Ladies' Room!" Bela shouted back, not finding any other excuse than that. "If you speak to me, it's through the door. Har-rumph!" she even actually pronounced the last word, since it might not get through if she actually scoffed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 8:39 pm
"Shut it you blimey fool! Like i care what some nitwit reporter writes about me?" Walter turned his head as he snapped at Keith. "I cant believe i work with a git like you." Walter shook his head.
Walter turned his attention back to Bela.. rather the door that Bela was behind. "Fine then. If your going to be difficult then we can do this your way Miss." Walter said through the door. "But dont tell me your bloody afraid of me. You? Miss Ice Queen? Come now. You show up Keith everytime you dance for the fools that come in here. You always get what you want. And despite your being a b***h Miss, you are likable." Walter said to her.
"Plus.. i didnt mean to upset you Miss." Walter added. "Now.. open the door.. or ill go around to the side and sneak in through the window.. or i can try the vents. With my leg though i might just make my injury worse." Walter said, a minor threat but he would do it. He looked above him, the heating vent that would lead to the others and into the female rest room. Itd be a b***h but.. if he took out the grate with his wires he could monkey his way up and in there...... or fall because he was injured and hurt himself in the process. "Your choice miss." Walter smirked lightly.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 8:59 pm
"Uh, sut up bleemey foule" Keith muttered under his breath, mocking Walter's accent. Probably did mercenary work because he was too damn stupid to do anything else. "And you know, you can always quit, I'm not holding you back" He said again, before resuming reading the newspaper. There were a lot of things about prostitution and ****** that day in it. Well, seems like Romane was doing her job exactly like he had planned her to do it. He took notice of Walter's card that he had left one the counter, grinned and took it. Would be useful later on.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:15 pm
All was silent for a little while, but after a short time the door cracked open a little. She hated having to let someone else win, but she really didn't want him to end up aggravating his wound because of her... oh, conscience why do you have to be such a b***h? Giving her consent to slip inside the bathroom with her, because she really didn't want Keith hearing in on anything. Tch, s**t. He'd probably take it up to the public newspaper or something. Make Walter out like a criminal and everyone he knew as some kind of rag-tag group of partners in crime!
But, yeah, like that's gonna happen. "So? Start 'splaining." Bela nodded for him to start, she was sitting on one of the sinks now. her arms crossed across her chest and her legs crossed one over the other, like she usually sat. Her eyes were unreadable, but she tried to maintain a kind of liberal stance. If his killings were justified, like Vlad's... she might forgive him. For scaring her AND ruining her new clothes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:37 pm
Walter grated his teeth as he listened to Keith he spun his head in time to watch the scheming idiot take his card. When Bela opened the door, Walter wasnt happy. He held up a finger and flashed a smile. "One moment Miss. Ive been wanting to do this for some bloody damn time." Walter said as he turned towards Keith.
Limping his way over to Keith he got right in the males face and grabbed him by the collar. "Fine you want things in English?!" Walter shouted at Keith, his eyes dark and twisted into some sick pleasure that he woudl be getting out of this soon. "Ill keep it simple for you, you idiot." Walter said as he reeled back his free arm and punched Keith square in the jaw.
Releasing Keith's collar Walter used that hand to slip his hand in Keith's pockets until he found his card. "Was that clear enough for you?!" Walter hissed as he took his card back a dark grin on his lips. "And this, isnt for you, you scheming little s**t!" Walter added. He turned.. abliet with a hiss of pain as he leaned on his leg wrong. Limping back to the bathroom Walter pushed open the door and shut it behind him. He locked it and faced Bela.
"Bloody Hell i've wanted to do that for some time." Walter said with a dark grin on his lips. He sighed and regained his composure.. the smell of copper tinged the air. All that walking had aggitated his bullet wound in his leg. And while it was hurting like a mother ********, that didnt stop the blood from trickling down his dark pant leg.
"Explain.. right then. I wont go into my life detail. I cant really remember why i took up being a Mercenary.. an assassin of sorts. But i did." Walter explained. "Im good at what i do. And i wont lie Miss. I do enjoy it." Walter said gently. "Ive been all over the world.. to Hell and back Miss. Now.. I only have two bloody rules. No innocents, no children. And.. im retired.. for now. Hiding in fact.. much like Pip Miss." Walter said as he held up a finger. "Yes. Before you even ask Miss. He's also a Mercenary. And yes Alice bloody well knows."
Walter put down his finger and sighed. "Thats the best i can do Bela. I started doing this at an early age." Walter produced the wires with a flash of his hands and moved them so they would shine in the light. "These were handed down to me from my Master. I cant really remember my parents. I dont bloody want to honestly. But.. i will assure you Miss.. i wont hurt you.. and as much as i hate Keith.. he's not worth the blood on my hands... and i have alot of it on there Miss." Walter said honestly.
"Think what you will. But.. as horrible as it seems Miss.. you make money with the skills you have.. i do the same. The only difference Miss. Ill probably burn in hell for mine, if that exists. But.. that might be debatable.. ive only ever taken out the bad guys. Mob bosses.. drug lords, corrupt cops, politicians, white collar crime.. rapists, murders.. Pip has done the same. Course we never worked together miss. Kind of just a strange concidence we know one another." Walter said as he flicked his wrists and the strings disappeared.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 10:09 pm
Of course, after being punched by Walter, something that he wasn't expecting at all, Keith had fallen on the floor. His first reaction? To jump on the man and stab him multiple time.... if he had his knife on him, which he wasn't allowed to do in the club since new year. Only reason why he wasn't doing it. No, instead, his used his second best weapon, the prize of the LeBlanc family, his brain. The moment Walter was inside the bathroom and Keith's eyes stopped twitching in rage, he grabbed his phone (thanks agaist Gladice for paying for it) and composed a number he found on the front page of the newspapper, followed by another one he knew by hearth by now. How many time had he called Romane since he was on the island, anyway?
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 5:16 pm
Could Bela give a damn that Walter had just probably punched Keith in the face? No, not exactly. In fact, she wanted to do just that sometimes. Keith was just one of those people. So she nodded her head in agreement, flicking her hand like the thought or his comment on punching the boy was some annoying fly. There was a rather subtle aroma of copper, but Bela disregarded it. She had to keep a poker face on, at least for now. She couldn't let Walter know she was FREAKING OUT inside. Locking the door just made her that much more uneasy, although it could have been a precaution for Keith not to come in, too.
As soon as he started explaining, Bela listened intently. Her eyes widening just a fraction every time he revealed some new hardcore info. Strangely enough, she agreed with all of it. Wasn't he metting out justice, and not actually killing any innocents? "I understand." she said, turning her head to the side and letting her eyes slither toward him anyway. She must have looked like a coiled snake, like she could strike at any moment. But that was just her body language, she had no intentions of hurting him. "I know what it's like to have to crawl though a metaphorical ditch of s**t, Walter." she drawled, rolling her head forward and then looking up at him.
Did he have to know how her father hated her, despised her? How, after the scandal of her affair with the gym teache got out, she was looked upon by the whole town with hateful glares and looks of utter disdain? Sure, there were the common boys who would look at her the same. She was still hot, just that she screwed the guy who yelled at them and made them give laps arund the whole school. Or how about the fact that she even pulled the 'I'm pregnant' card on the guy and he promptly asked how she could prove it, which then went on to another level when he yelled at her to ******** off...? She wasn't really pregnant, but she thought it might work. Her father had given her three days to get the hell out of his house, and that he never wanted to see her again. Which is why she went to what brought around to her destruction for sanctuary.
Did Walt even need to know how much she hated herself for all of that? Well, no, he didn't. Bela didn't want anyone's pity, especially after she got around to coming to Sonata and push down the other few strippers in the business 'till she was top dog. Walter did not need to know that. None of it. She was surprised to learn Alice knew this before she did, though. Shocked, actually. She did not show it, however. Alice would have a visit from the fiery blond soon enough. "So Alice knows, huh? Figures. I'm always the last one to know these things." she scoffed, shaking her head. She slid off the sink then, her footwear giving a light click when they touched ground.
"The way I see it, Walter, is that it doesn't matter whether you want to hurt someone or not." Bela paused, "In the end, it all hurts." she had turned her back to him and saw him through the reflection in the mirror, a sad smile on her lips. "And I really do think it best if you took your pants off." she commented, pulling her hand up to her eye level and pointing downward into the mirror's reflection. "Your leg is bleeding." she informed him, seeing a rather noticeable darker line running along the fabric of his pants.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:42 pm
Keith's blood had by then left his face, rendering him ever paler than he usually was. He could feel his heart pumping three time as fast as usually while only getting half the normal amount of air inside his lung. It was the start of a panic attacked and he knew it;Could he... cut himself. He needed to... cut. Something, someone. Anything, anyone. No. Wait, ********. No. First of all, all the odds were that this was a mistake. Someone else just happened to share the fake name that he had been using. Second of all, he wasn't suppose to care anymore about him. They weren't friends anymore. Keith had Clark and he had...Blair. Blair would know. As much as he hated the thought of it and would probably ask Bela to slap him later on for doing it, Blair was his only solution. He finished his drink in one short and left the grindhouse, not taking the time to pay or to even close the newspaper that he had been reading. No, he had to go to Blair right now... or.. maybe stop by his place first. Or something.....
//Exit Keith.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:45 pm
"It is?" Walter's attention was drawn to his leg. He touched his fingers to it. Feeling that the fabric was damp he pulled his fingers away and saw the crimson blood. "Bloody hell." Walter sighed.
"Ill be right back Miss." Walter said, still wanting to be a gentleman about things. He limped over to one of the stalls. He shut the door but didnt lock it. Undoing his pants his dark boxer briefs were revealed He slipped them off and put the lid down on the seat of the toilet before he plopped down onto it.
Unwrapping the bandages he saw just what he had done. In hurting Keith he had reopened the bullet wound that had been sewn together by Pip of course. Mercenaries didnt go to hospitals.. not for things like gunshot wounds.. at least not willingly.
"Miss? Would you be so kind as to find me a medical kit?" Walter asked Bela gently as he discarded the old bloody bandages and used the toliet tissue to clean up the blood on his leg.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 8:06 pm
Bela actually laughed at this, for some reason. Loudly. "Walter, please. Are you really going to...?" she let the sentence hang, laughing some more. "s**t, Walter. I'm like the doctor when it comes to this stuff, you don't have to get shy about undressing in front of me!" she teased, letting her laughter die down. Sure, the bleeding part was bad. But his gentlemanly antics made the whole thing seem funny to her. Honestly, being shy about being in his undergarments around Bela? b***h, please! She tried to think up some weird analogy in her mind, but nothing came. And then came his request for a medical kit, which she knew where it was. Behind the bar, of course!
"Ok, but don't pass out! I don't know what I'd do if that happened!" Bela said quickly, darting for the door. She quickly unlocked it and made her way for the medical kit, not stopping for anything. When she finally had the med kit in hand and making to go back to the Ladies' room, that's when she noticed she wasn't alone right now. There was a young man there, one she'd never seen before. He looked strangely predator-like, with those eyes of his.
She had to make her way toward him, to greet him and excuse the inconvenience, since she was the only one there to do so. "We'll be right with you, sir." she said generically, "I just need to deal with this for a moment... just... make youself comfortable for now!" she stated as she backed away slowly, before turning her back and walking back to her previous destination: Ladies Room.
With the med kit in hand, she slipped into the bathroom to bring Walter some aid. "I've got it right here, Walter!" she sounded off, before stopping at his stall's door. Hmm, he hadn't locked it, did he? She looked closer to the space between the stall's swinging door and where the lock connected. Nope, none. Without any hesitation, she swung the door open and held out the medical kit for him to take. If that young man wasn't out there, she'd probably stay and help... but, he could leave otherwise! "Here, try to hurry up. There's a customer outside." she instructed, urging him to take the medical kit now.
[[Meh, crappy post. Had to do it. Otherwise the scene wouldn't move on.]]
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:18 pm
"Bloody he- are you off your gorde woman!" Walter went wide eyed and half jumped when Bela kicked the door open to the stall. At least thats what it seemed like to him. Since he had been involved in trying to fix his wound while he waited for her. "Alright. Ill be quick as possible." Walter nodded as he calmed and took the med kit. He opened it up and grabbed disinfectant, butterfly closures, gauze, wrapping and tape. It wasnt long before he had the wound wrapped up. Walter did work fast.. hey you had to when you were being shot at and bleeding. Not that this situation was dire in the least. Far from it in fact.
Setting the med kit on the floor once he was finished with it. Walter grabbed the door handle and lifted himself off of the toilet seat. His cute a**, alot like Dante's in fact, and god knows what he was packing underneath those boxer briefs.. were more visible now when he stood. "This is a bit embaressing miss." Walter said honestly a light blush on his cheeks. He pulled his pants up and left his shirt untucked. Too damn bad, he didnt feel like dealing with it. He buttoned up his vest and turned to bend over and grab the Med kit.
Picking the thing up Walter handed it back to Bela. "Ill be right out, Miss. Ask the man what he wants, and whatever it is ill pay for the first drink. I hate to keep customers waiting. I need to wash my hands first though love." Walter said with a smile, as he held up his fingerless gloved hands, revealing the blood on his fingertips.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 3:51 pm
~ New Day~ 
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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