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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:09 am
Zoe sighed as she stretched, her toes touching the edge of the couch as she wiggled herself deeper into the couch. The day was boring, a slow one in which her weapon was busy attending to some private tutoring involving weapon history and evolution and the likes. Suffice to say, Zoe was not the most academic of students, nor was she the most motivated when it came to said academics. Raising her feet slowly and stretching her legs so that she was in a perpendicular position, she stared at her toes. Raspberries had been the theme when she had painted and decorated them with berry colored crystals, but there was something sad and lonely about them that reminded her of dying posies.
A strange technician, she was.
Lowering her feet again, she let out another lusty sigh as she rolled over on the couch, staring at the work she had bought with her. Classroom Five was really just a slacker hangout place in the day time, and she hadn't been planning on working anyways. But littering the low coffee table with her books and pieces of paper had seemed like a good way of reserving the station, a silent way of saying: this is mine. Back off.
Not that she really, truly meant it. Zoe had a secret fear of being completely and utterly bored, and the secret fear was coming true. What happened to all the happy little couples making out in the corners, grunting and heaving as if this was some x rated club? What happened to the secrets being whispered into each others ears as each couple pretended to be alone in the room?
Zoe was alone. All alone, and it bothered her in a not good way. So she rolled again, trying to keep herself occupied until something better came along....
and promptly fell off the couch.
With a startled grunt, she peered up from where she lay prone on the ground, a slight pain starting from the end of her elbow. The funny bone. Except there was nothing very funny about this situation.
Stupid Jared, for taking so long. Really, this was all his fault.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 5:41 am
Ivan took a gulp of Solo before licking all around the top of the aluminium can, half a leftover habit of staking a claim, half intimidation tactics, half the thrill of being cut... Was that three halves? He tapped the bottom of his tongue piercing against the rim as he considered, then shrugged, continuing down the empty hall. The morons in his class were slogging it out, half-baking on the training grounds. Hella fun in theory, but ten minutes was enough to tell Ivan what a ******** waste of time that was; no teeth, no touching the eyeballs, no elbows in faces. Give him a break. As if anybody ever won a fight by aiming to miss. Back on the streets, he'd be spitting out their bones.
And speaking of white, fragile things, Ivan's mind wandered off into the well-trodden territory of Shen. His little, creepy-eyed WEAPON who nodded or apologised depending on what button you pressed but after being told to cut the bullshit managed to knock Ivan on his a**. So. A ******** weird one, but interesting enough to keep around and try to figure out. He gave a mean poker face too – teach him the game and stick him at a table with a bunch of losers and Ivan might just rake the money in. He took another swig as he thought about it, swilling the liquid in his mouth until it burned. Shen wasn't around; probably studying while admin made the switch from unpaired to paired sessions. Ivan really should make him stay in one place. Easier to find.
He came to a stop in front of #6, facing the row of classrooms. Hm... #5 or #7? #5 for mice. #7 for tomcats, or so the rumour went. Deciding #7 might be more fun if he threw some bait in first, he slouched towards #5, easing the door open with a shoulder and a shark's grin.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 8:16 am
Zoe struggled up from the ground, frowning as a lock of hair fell over her eyes. The fall had caused her hair to loosen even further from the disheveled bun and she felt like a messy puppy. Tugging the hair tie out of her hair, she looked up at the movement of the door. Excitement, then? Perhaps it was Jared having heard the ESP signal for SOS coming to save her from herself.
No. The man standing at the door with a smile like that was certainly not Jared. Zoe didn't even think Jared knew how to smile like a predator. It was cunning and evil and full of dirty suggestions... or at least in Zoe's mind it was. Had she had antennas on her head, or even ears, they would have perked up at the sight of something fun. This person was certainly a stranger to her, and he had come in alone.
Deciding that maybe Jared HAD entered her ESP SOS call by sending in some form of entertainment, she stared at him from the floor, partially hidden by the couch she sat behind. It was ridiculous, really. A baby kitten thinking she could play with a full grown tiger. But it was entertainment, and so she raised her head, waving it half way in his direction. "Hey!" she called out brightly.
Maybe he'd play.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:51 pm
Ivan's mouth twisted upwards even further as he spied the girl half-splayed behind the couch. This looked promising. Hide and Seek wasn't such a bad suggestion – she was a skinny kid if the ankles jutting out from her flip flops was anything to go by but that didn't always mean something. The twigs he knew from way back when were the fastest buggers he'd ever met. He might just get a good workout. 'sides, he'd never had an old hag hanging around telling him not to play with his food.
"Yo." First a little casing. Entertainment was good; it'd keep him from rotting in this bloody school. Thing was, your a** could be on the line without you even knowing it. One word: Shinigami. Or maybe two: Ashie Laurent. Ivan was no stranger to tough women but God knew the chicks in the place were built upside down. Mostly though, he wanted to make sure she wasn't somebody's someone – nothing pissed him off more than schmucks who ran screaming to papa.
Rolling his neck and bringing the Solo to his lips to wash away the bad taste in his mouth, he hissed as a cut opened up on his tongue, and a metal tang welled just above his barbell. Damn. Look at that. He touched it with his fingers, then shrugged. Well whatever. It healed quick and'd sting nicely in the meantime. He was more bothered that it might be a sign from whatever trickster up there was looking out for his son.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:37 am
Zoe grinned slowly when the stranger at the door acknowledged her greetings. Patting the seat next to her, she arched a brow as she watched him take a swig of something that probably wasn't properly legal on campus. Well, he was certainly an interesting looking on, and considering the fact that no one else had said anything to claim him, she decided the law of first dibs stated that he was hers now.
"Are you new? Come here." she started to put her hair back up in a bun as she watched him. She'd certainly never met this one before, and running through a list of people she had already met at school, decided that he didn't sound like anyone who was attached to the weapons and technicians she'd had the luck of meeting. Maybe he was new. Oooh, mysterious! She liked the thought of that.
"I'm Zoe." she stated. "Koh." she amended. Who called her Zoe any more, except for maybe Jerard Phonne? But even that old fogey was polite enough to call her by her last name, than the first name she never used. Wait. He wasn't just any old fogey. He was a good looking, and very powerful old fogey. It would do to not forget that little tidbit.
She wondered who this was.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 12:17 am
Come here? Ivan's lips curled at the order - baring his teeth, he couldn't decide whether he wanted to laugh or snarl. If you were gonna get him to walk or stay you'd better have something good to back it up or sweeten the deal. Moments ticked over. In the end, he settled for a crooked half-expression and ambled over, door snicking shut behind. His mood was still decent as he sprawled on the couch instead, leaning over the armrest - meeting halfway and all that bull they tried to teach in Teamwork 101 – and bringing his head around to take a closer look at the pup that thought it was a wolf.
"Nah, I've been around. Name's Ivan." He took in the flyaway hair and confident expression. She was either really powerful or really ballsy. Or maybe just crap at reading the weather. "You a fresher?" Fresh meat. New blood. Ivan liked both those terms. He licked his lips, ignoring the prickle of pain, dangled the half-empty can for a moment, then nudged it carelessly onto the table without looking.
"Zoe Koh, huh? What are you doing all by yourself in little ol' classroom 5?" He quirked a mirroring grin, wondering if they could be the same kind. "Skiving?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 4:38 am
It took the boy long enough to come by that she wondered if maybe she'd said something wrong. And then decided: well. Of course not. She couldn't have, right? So her expression was one of slight disconcertion and curiosity as she eyed him. Ivan, was it? It was a nice name. Mean, kind of. If a name could be mean. Actually... the boy himself was kind of... she mentally discarded the thought. No. No one was allowed to be mean, she was sure everyone was just a big softie, and some were just better at hiding said soft side.
Fresher? She grinned. "Nu uh." she tilted her head. "I joined a couple of months ago, partnered up around then too. Are you new? Do you have a partner? Have you gone on your first mission yet?" a barrel of questions really, but new people! New mean looking people who kept licking their lips in such a way that Zoe didn't know what to think.
Well, she knew precisely what to think. She just didn't think it was precisely appropriate.
Her grinned widened. "I don't skive." she stated. "I just use my time more practically." Uh. SKIVER. But it didn't count if she was actually waiting for Red. "Nah, Red has a special weapons class or something, so I'm waiting for him to finish..." she frowned. Wait. Was this man weapon or technician? GOD it was so confusing sometimes.
She wished everyone wore tags. With name, age, status. Status being both weapon or technician, single or taken. Or looking.
Yeah. That'd be nice.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 5:00 am
Hm... Ivan flicked up the brim of his cap to get a better angle of the big, doe-eyed expression. What, did this girl want to be eaten? Apparently when ma was reading bedtime stories, she snored her way through Little Red Riding Hood. Well. There was another explanation, but somehow Ivan didn't think the kid was just really good at playing grandma.
"A couple of months huh? You might as well be new." He peered down at her, displaying a hint of teeth. Maybe not a puppy. More like a rabbit. Something small and annoying with a hint of kick. "Death City bred. Been here for about a year but their slots didn't fit my tab, you know what I mean?" The smile turned sly as he dropped an arm over the side of the couch, not even trying to be subtle as his fingers grazed the loose ends of her hair. "Got one now though. He's real accommodating. Uptight, but ******** if I know. And nah, there's nothing good on the board. You?" His one eye narrowed in interest.
"Is that right?" he drawled. "Training and making you wait? Your Red sounds like a real hardass. Not like mine." He snickered. "You've probably seen him. White hair, white eyes, built like a ballerina?" He paused, cocking his head. "But hey, if your WEAPON's caught up, does that mean we can do something fun?" The last word was drawn out, slow.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 9:11 am
Zoe laughed as she watched him, inching closer on the couch to take a better look at that eye of his. "Maybe." she answered, distracted. "I've seen one about an angel who goes around killing the poor. I'm interested, but who knows? Red thinks it'll be too much work leaving the country..." she frowned. Actually, he thought everything was too much for her. "Sometimes I wonder how this whole soul thing works, because me and Red are so different." she hadn't meant to say the last part out so loud, but as they did, she felt something tighten. They were different, weren't they? "Supposedly rank two missions are harder, but you never know until you've tried, right?"
At his statement, her eyes brightened. Fun? What would be this dangerous man's idea of fun? She was certain it was either going to be fun for the both of them, or either for him only... although... with a grin, she arched a brow and and nodded her head.
"I like fun!" she chirped. Besides. Red wasn't around. And when the cat was away.... well. The demented mouse was allowed to play for a little while, wasn't she?
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 5:24 pm
Ivan sneered, grey eye darkening. ******** rich snobs talked about the poor like they were a different breed of animal that needed culling. Sure, the people were rundown, sat in dirt without much care, lounged in the deep shadows, alleys, but when you didn't own a whole ******** lot, your life was all you had, and you'd do everything you could and fight like a rabid cat to keep it. "Better wipe the floor with that chick then," he said, voice rough, and yeah, his instincts prowled around - he was pissed. As for whole soul thing... "Dunno," he shrugged, "Thought it was all bullshit before." Then again, Ivan spent more time on any given day at Neveah than in a classroom.
Rank two... A little more than average fare after all. Zoe, Koh, whatever her name was - they were sitting pretty close but the innuendo was going right over her head. Couldn't be that she wasn't interested - what, did this Red character keep her on a leash? She was a lamb.
Well, never say Ivan wasn't resourceful. First things first.
"That's good." He leaned closer still, as if to share a secret. "Your Red... He the type to pitch a hissy fit if you're gone?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 7:34 am
Look at that eye of his. And the black patch! She wondered if there was an eye behind it, or if it was a fashion choice. Maybe he dressed like an evil looking pirate henchman on purpose? Sometimes boys could be very strange, and she'd sure as hell met enough people to reaffirm that 'fashion' was very unusual at Shibusen. "I know, right?" she frowned as she thought back to the mission. It irked her, really. Actually. Most missions irked her. It was as if some big figure up in the sky made them twisted and retarded on purpose.
If this boy agreed with her though... maybe there was something worthwhile in the mission. She'd tell Red that they'd do it. Heck, she'd just go sign up for the two of them and worry about his reaction when they were leaving for the mission. She WAS the technician, wasn't she? He wasn't the boss of her! Er. All the time.
Well this boy certainly didn't have a concept of personal space. If she had a tail, it would be wagging with delight, and the thought of Red throwing a hissy fit? Well... he WAS late, wasn't he? It would be his fault if he came by and she was missing and she was having fun with this delightful pirate man.
"He'd have to catch me first." she answered, her eyes lighting up. What were they going to do? "Why, do you want to play?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 12:03 am
Ivan let out a huff of amusement. Hard to tell if she was staring at his face or the patch. Either way it was pretty gutsy - her big googly eyes fixated on his mug, and not a drop of fear anywhere. People tended to get twitchy when they saw, gazes jerking away like they didn't know where to look. Not that Ivan minded - in separating the sheep from the goats, it did the legwork for him, and he'd never needed feeling sorry for.
Koh mostly just looked curious.
"Lemme know how it goes." It wasn't said seriously, but it wasn't quite off-handed either, though he flashed some teeth. He wasn't big on advice - didn't want a whole lot and went full-out to get what he did want with his own strength - but going in blind, or half-blind, as it were, was stupid, and never let it be said that Ivan was a dumb mutt.
...She could also be the third person in two weeks who wasn't eager to get the ******** away from him, and his WEAPON and the drunken lay didn't count.
"Hell yeah," he grinned with approval at her attitude. "You an inside or an outside girl?" Perfectly innocent question, but he rolled the words in his mouth in a way that was vaguely dirty.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:49 pm
Just what did people do with their bodies outside? The insinuation had thoughts flashing through her mind, some that were vaguely disturbing and others completely outright criminal: in a 'don't get caught and you're fine' kind of way. She grinned then, looking around the room for a moment. There was nothing else interesting enough happening, and this boy seemed bad! Full of ideas, of the crazy adrenaline rush kind... which usually she wasn't such a fan of, if it didn't involve boys.
But then this Ivan was a boy, wasn't he?
"When I came in the sun was still warm." she answered, smirking a little bit as she watched him. "We should go out and play."
Like puppies!
Hah.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:35 pm
With the wider set to her mouth, she looked different, maybe just crazed enough to run with the pack after all. Ivan smirked. Last thing he wanted was to bring her out and then get her eaten - in the bad way. You clipped someone off the street, maybe accidental-like, and if you weren't careful, their gang leader came knocking the next morning. So yeah, Ivan had fun, didn't believe in cutting loose so much as being loose, poked at sore spots, sometimes got his head bashed in for doing it, but there were some kinds of trouble he wouldn't touch with a ******** ten-foot pole - and that included stealing stuff he knew people'd kill him for, and fooling around with someone's girl.
Chick was harmless to look at, play with a little, but Ivan's head had stuck her firmly in the 'property of' category, and he didn't know Red from a bar stool.
"Sun's always ******** up in this part of town," he snorted, shooting her a sly look. "Whad'dya say to busting out and slumming it a little?" He'd already slid off the couch, wasn't really asking, picked up his Solo and sauntered towards the door.
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