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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:37 pm
((Please forgive, I have made a big mess of things and therefore have a new mule for this character. I will be deleting most other posts made by the now Theo ~Junk~ Carraway mule soon!!)) Duke's Home, Riverbanks Cedar Duke's home is a cedar wood log cabin built by his father when they first moved to the Outer Banks area. His father bought the plot of land it is situated on and decided that building their family home was much better then buying a ready made one. He designed and helped build the house, and it has been standing tall ever since. The house has 4 bedrooms, 2 singles and 2 doubles, though only one is used as a bedroom. The other has been transformed into a large study by the children of the house, and it now holds the books, computer and art equipment they have gathered over the years. The other rooms include a large kitchen, with an equally large dining room, a family room and a large amount of decking surrounding the house, so that the family can leave the house even when the river has flooded. The house is situated right by the river that empties out into the ocean, and is quite secluded from the rest of the seaside town. There is about 3 acres of land around the house, and this houses the family's trekking horses and a couple of chickens that run about as they please. Duke does a lot of photography in these grounds, as well as the adjoining woodland. This is the view from Duke's bedroom window.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:39 pm
Duke's RoomRP InfoThis post will keep track of RP's I'm in. If you want an private RP, send a PM with the words 'Duke RP' and you can set it up with me. You will then be added here so that the RP can be kept track of. RP Name ~ People Involved ~ Date Started ~ Date Ended ~ Private RPs ~A Meeting In The Woods ~ Duke and Chris ~ 03 Nov 06 ~ 27 Dec 06 Not You Again... ~ Duke and Chris ~ 27 Dec 06 ~ 01 Jan 07 ~ Open RPs ~Q-Mart ~ Duke, Glaucus and Relana ~ 25 Oct 06 ~ 29 Oct 06 Work ~ Duke ~ 27 Dec 06 ~ 27 Dec 06 Out In The Open ~ Duke, Bing, Glaucus and AJ ~ 21 Feb 07 ~ 19 Mar 07 ~ Journal / Family RPs ~Duke's Introduction ~ Duke and his Father ~ 25 Oct 06 ~ 25 Oct 06 Not Such A Hard Heart ~ Duke ~ 02 Nov 06 ~ 02 Nov 06 Oh Merda... ~ Duke and his Father ~ 31 Jan 07 ~ 31 Jan 07 ~ Transformation RPs ~Friends, Foes and NeutralsDuke is bound to meet people, and this is where he will write he thoughts. Think of it as a Diary of meetings. His inner most thoughts on the people he meets will be put here. Read at your own risk! AmiciConoscenze~:Relana:~What's the deal with the chick? Nervous little creature. Hid behind the weird ragazzo all the time he spoke at me. Weird. And she had bright green hair!! What's the deal with strangely coloured hair and these kids! The boy even had blue eyebrows!~:Christopher:~Ok, I think I overreacted the first time we met. He's actually pretty decent, but he's got some weird disease that is making him go all weird looking... s**t, what am I kidding, he had a friggin' tail! I knew when he first came in that thre was something weird... His face has a new shape, and he is a lot hairier. Best thing though! He says its gonna happen to me! Meraviglioso! He was worried though... But he seems to like what's happening to him... That's the weirdest part... As I said, "Bizzarro Bestia-Ragazzo"... Sounds like a comic-strip hero, eh?~:Bing:~Seems alright apart from his friends. He's got ears. Funny that... seems if you are turning into some kind of animal creature, you get your ears first. I'll have to keep that in mind...Nemici~:Glaucus:~Ack, bamino infastidirsi! He thought that talking to me in Italian would impress me into talking to him? Stupid stupid stupid! What does he take me for? Free chatterbox? Isn't it obvious I don't want to talk to people? Maybe not, though the dark looks, muttering and general insults should have said something for my personality!!! Argh! Bambini! Così infastidendosi!!! Then he decides to come to his little 'friend's rescue. He annoys me... He'd best watch out...
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:40 pm
Day 2Afternoon------------------------ You take me down, further inside of me
Now I'm fading out, I can barely see
"Duke?" A sharp rap at the door to the quiet abode of impossible danger known as his son's room. Duke's father had always thought his son strange, he had never really understood the quiet, very withdrawn boy, and he knew it was dangerous to even attempt talking to him when he was this quiet. It usually meant he was doing something.
Can't think straight
Shutting me out again
Are you trying?
Closing me out again
Are you hurting?
"Duke?!" A sharper tone. Silver eyes open slowly at the loud banging on his door. The teen was spread on his bed, black hair freshly washed and fanned around him on the pillow. The banging continues, and Duke slowly turned his eyes to the thick, locked wooden door to his room. Pausing his music player and taking one of the earphones out, he listened to his father increasingly angry shouts. His eyes were ringed in black, his eyelashes long from applying mascara his sister had taught him to apply, telling him it accentuated the silver of his eyes. His skin was pale, and his left hand played casually with a pendant of a dragon that hung from his neck. There was a scar over his left eye from an accident at school when he 'ran' into some lockers. It didn't help that three guys had had hold of him at the time.
"DUKE! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!!" A sigh emitted from his lips and he slowly pulled himself into a seated position. He pouted a little, reaching for his bandana, and tying it around his head. His father hated his hair being so long, and often complained when Duke left it over his face when they were talking. Duke had resorted to locking himself in his room to avoid conversation. Dragging himself to his feet, Duke strolled to the door and unlocked it just as his father started a fresh round of bangs.
"Si?" Duke's soft voice spoke out as he opened the door to reveal his red faced father. "What do you want, Padre?" His father frowned at his son, and tutted a little.
"I need you to walk down to the town and collect some groceries. If you want feeding tonight you better do it! And pronto!" The man was only a little shorter then Duke, who stood a respectful 6 foot square. He was also much broader then his son, taking full advantage of the American way of life, mixed with his mother's rich Italian cooking. Duke on the otherhand was so scrawny he appeared ill. "What is that on your face?" His father reached out and gripped Duke's hair, dragging him down for a closer look. Duke growled and slammed a hand on his father's chest, propelling the man back a few feet.
"Non toccarlo!" Duke growled, silver eyes flashing with hate as he slammed his door closed, an audiable click emitting as he locked it. His father spluttered outside his door and tried the door latch before beating his fists on the door again. Duke sank down the door and hugged himself, a visable shudder to his shoulders as he ran a hand through his hair a few times, as though trying to rid himself of the touch of his father. He sniffed once and put a hand to his eyes, covering them before gritting his teeth and standing suddenly, snatching his sunglasses from the bedside table, slipping a flame covered shirt over top of his long sleeved white t-shirt, a design on the front depicting a tribal pattern. His baggy black jeans were already on, but Duke quickly attached a few more chains and buckles and slipped his wallet into his back pocket. His pendant and wristbands were already in place, and Duke's face took on a customary indignant snarl. His father had stopped banging on the door, but Duke knew he was still there, waiting. They'd already had one argument like this, it was only a matter of time till it happened again.
Opening the door in a sudden jerky movement, he took his father aback, and he stood there stunned for a moment. Duke took the moments hesitation and slipped past his father, spotting a wad of money on the dining room table as he marched through the house, assuming his father placed it there for him to take to get the groceries needed. Snatching it from the table, he slipped the wad into his pocket, his father following slowly behind him as he matched around. Duke could see from the man's face he hadn't expected him to march out so soon, and had been taken aback. Stupid uomo anziano. He had really never understood Duke.
"Erm... er... Well, as you are going, make sure you get everything. Peter has the list, I phoned it through to him this morning." Duke grunted and strode into the kitchen, opening the fridge with more force then was necessary, making a loud bang as it hit the kitchen cupboards. "DUKE! WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!" Another grunt and an evil eye as the teen took a swig of milk from the last carton, finishing it and tossing the empty package into the bin. His father gave an exasperated groan as Duke flung himself out of the back door, the sounds of his large, metal decorated boots on the decking ringing out. His father sat at the breakfast bar, head in hands.
"What to do with him..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:42 pm
Day 2Afternoon------------------------ Don’t be aroused
By my confession
Unless you don’t give a good goddamn about redemption
Duke growled, the plastic of the bags digging into the flesh of his palms once more. He could feel the sting as the plastic tightened, knowing he'd either have deep cuts or very bruised hands. Well, either way they'd be purple due to blood vessles bursting beneath his skin. Growling again, Duke stopped, putting the bags down and rubbing some life back into his hands. They were indeed purple, with sore, white gorges in his palms where the bags were cutting. Duke sighed and shook his head, shoulders slumping. Wrapping slender fingers around the bag handles once more, Duke heaved them up and continued to walk.
Praying to stay in your arms
Just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints
Devils and demons alike
She’ll eat you alive
His feet were tender, and he was visably limping, alternating between his feet where the blisters where starting to make him wince with each step he took. Behind his sunglasses, silver eyes were fixated on the lone wood cabin come mansion. It was little more then a mile away, this long, winding drive way up to the house being cursed every step of the way. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down between his shoulder blades, causing him to shiver occasionally, making his miss a step and stumble.
The pressure is building
At the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again
Then I'm gonna lie and lie and lie
Almost falling through the door to his home, Duke bumped his side against a wall and crashed into the table, lifting the bags onto the table and looking around. All was dark. A yellow slip of paper drifted to the floor where Duke had crashed into the table. Picking it up, Duke sighed. His father's compact, uniform handwriting spelled out what Duke had expected.
'Gone out to see a client. Won't be back for dinner. Sort yourself out.
I am fed up of your attitude Duke! The sooner you learn some manners, the sooner we can get on with our lives! What would your mother think? She phoned just after you left. Wanted to know what was happening, I told her about your outburst, so expect a right good shouting at when she returns!
Don't be up when I return home or there'll be trouble!'
My pulse has been rising
My temples are burning
The pressure is so overwhelming and building
So steady and heavy
I'm ready to blow
Duke snarled, hand scrunching the piece of paper, slamming it onto the table and breathing heavily, trying to contain his anger. Great. Just... Great! Meraviglioso! Sciocco di un bastardo! Sinking down into a crouched position, Duke closed his silver eyes tight, one hand gripping the edge of the table, the other almost ripping the sunglasses from his eyes and throwing them into the counter. Luckily, they stayed intact. Standing slowly, looking at the darkened glass of his glasses, Duke sighed, head falling back, mouth open, eyes closed, a deep sigh exhaling from him.
I know
Christ is coming
And so am I
You would too if the sexy devil caught your eye
She’ll suck you dry
Soon you’ll cry
Sat on the decking, feet bare of boots or socks, plasters stained with blood folded neatly beside him, sore, red blisters drying in the evening sunset, one foot swinging slowly back and forth. On leg was still up on the decking, knee drawn up to his chest, chin resting on it, arms wrapped around it. His black hair still had its 'just washed' look, soft, shiney and fluffy, covering his silver eyes. The bandana that he wore was to his other side, alongside the discarded boots and socks, the backs of which were also bloodstained from his long walk. Around his hands were soft, fingerless gloves.
Pray – shall I go blind?
Pray – cos nobody ever survives
Praying to stay in your arms
Just until I can die a little longer
"Dove siete?" He mumbled to the thin air, looking up, a hand running through the fluffy bangs. A single tear escaped the corner of his eye, making its slow and steady trail down his face. The rushing of the river going past lulled him into a calm, serene mask of someone very different from the face seen by the public. Another tear leaked from his eyes, and slowly, Duke could do little to stop them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:47 pm
Day 2Evening/Night------------------------ Christopher Dunche ~New RP~The slow melancholy tune of the song coming from the radio built to a climax while Christopher passed through the woods on his drive back from his native american friend Boon's house. As expected with forests at nighttime, his surroundings were dead and silent. Chris normally would enjoy the scenery since he was infamous for going for treks through the woods in the moonlight. However, this was the same area in which the river he visited earlier was located. Remembering how void of life the place was during the day, it only proved more discomfiting trying to imagine how much worse it was in the dark with no light to guide one. Christopher pressed his foot onto the accelarator a little more, wanting to be away from the area that was unsettling him. Plus, he wanted to get back to the resort because he was concerned about Erik. He already felt responsible for being the catalyst to cause the teenage boy's changes. But now he pondered with great worry just what the kid was up to while he had gone out to visit Boon. Considering Erik had gone through a lot and was a near emotional wreck earlier that night, Chris's mind ran wildly with all the possibilities. Would Erik be sitting alone crying? Would he pack up and leave, running away yet again? Or was it something even worse...? As if Chris's thoughts weren't clouded enough, the events of the day replayed through his head and so did the conversation between Boon and him. While at dinner, his native american friend could practically see though Christopher. It made the festivities of the evening very awkward and unpleasant considering Chris was just looking to enjoy the company of an old friend. "Christopher, what's bothering you?"
"I beg pardon?
"You're very silent tonight which isn't like you at all."
"Oh... Is that so?"
"Yes, you seem very burdened. What's on your mind?"
"I'd prefer to not go into it right now Boon, if you..."
"You've changed."
"Excuse me?"
"You're acting very different. I hardly recognize you."
"Look Boon, drop it ok? I said I don't want to talk about it right now. I just want to try to enjoy the dinner if you don't mind so damn much!"
"As you wish then."
"I'll tell you later once I feel more up to par, ok?"
"I'm holding you to that." Between all the things passing through his mind, Chris's thought pattern began to feel very convulted and brought upon the beginnings of a headache. He turned up the radio, trying to drown out his thoughts with one of his favorite Mew songs but it proved futile. The song would only add to the mess as the lyrics accented the all the situations he had experienced today. Do you remeeeeeeeeember
what made...!
You fall...
And does it maaaaaatter
to you...
at all?The headache intensified greatly, practically impairing Christopher's driving. He quickly switched off the radio and pulled over to the side of the road, grabbing his sore head in frustration. He was going to need to calm down if he wanted to make it back to the resort. In an attempt to soothe himself, Chris closed his eyes and started to inhale and exhale. A few minutes of this actually began to relieve the stress and pressure in his mind that had been building up. He opened his eyes once more, still continuing the breathing exercise. However, he nearly choked on air when he noticed a figure approaching the car. Theo ~Junk~ Carraway Duke didn't notice the faint car headlights coming up behind him. He was too busy concentrating on the floor at his feet, dodging the cracks and pot holes in the twilight given to him by the full moon. On his left shoulder was a rucksack which carried his work clothes; a pair of checkered trousers, a black t-shirt and his bandana. He was wearing his trainers already. He worked in the Italian Restaurant in town, washing up mainly, as the manager had got fed up of their 'Italian Experience' swearing at the customers in Italian, and although they didn't understand, the manager did and didn't like it at all.
Strolling along, it was only when the car stopped just behind him in a very swift motion did he actually realise, and as a result, jumped to the side, eyes darting over his shoulder to look at the bright car lights. Putting a hand up to cover his eyes from the glare of the lights, Duke frowned. Not much more then 2 miles from his home, he was usually the only traveller on these roads, other then his family and the occasional weirdo that had a camping holiday in the woods. Seeing the car, and the fact it had parked just behind him made Duke edgy. What was going on? Looking back at the way he was headed, knowing he was going to be late, Duke looked back once more. He could just make out the silhouette of a lone person in the car, holding their head. Duke's eyebrow raised, but he remained stood. If they were going to get out, they were going to get out, Duke wasn't about to make the first move! Checking his mobile phone for the time, he had about half an hour to get to work. The manager was used to him strolling in a few minutes late, but if he walked in fifteen, Duke knew he would be pushing it.
Sighing, Duke shook his head and turned his back on the car. He felt paranoia run her icy fingers up his spine, gripping his stomach in an ice fist, squeezing the life out of him. The hairs of the back of his neck rose, and a beading of sweat stood out from his forehead. Taking one step, and then another, Duke started to walk quickly away from the car. If it was his father in the car, Duke was in trouble, if it was a stranger with a taste for young men, he was also in trouble. If it was some kid from the resort, they were in trouble, nessuno scherzo! Duke ran a hand through his bangs, which were falling a little with the long walk, though stood again, hair gel doing its job once more. The chains on Duke's jeans clanged, the metal making him feel a little more confident. It didn't take much to wrap one of the metal ropes around his knuckles and make a crude weapon to defend himself with if it came to that. The fingers of his right hand twitched in anticipation, his left hand gripping more tightly to the strap of his bag.
Che cosa è fino a? Duke thought, stuffing his hand into his pocket. Ciò non buon per i nervi... Christopher Dunche When Christopher was taken aback slightly by the sight of someone on the road, his newly formed little tail went stiff and pushed against the back of his seat. Chris cried out in pain as it felt the tail would be snapped off if it were to press any harder against his seat's backing. Acting on instinct and disregarding the fact that a complete stranger was standing on the road, Chris quickly exited the car and fell to his knees and rubbed his tailbone. However, as he did this, that's when he remembered the person on the road as he could now see the individual clear in front of him. Slowly standing to his feet, Chris gulped a little and gave a weak wave. "Hi?" Theo ~Junk~ Carraway Duke stiffened with the opening of a door, eyes darting to the shadow caused by the person, crumpled on the floor. It was the tentative voice that made him stop and turn. Luckily for Christopher,if he had been rubbing at his 'tail', it was lost on Duke, as he was near blinded by the head lights. Duke lifted his lip in a snarl and raised a hand, shading his eyes against the glare, slender fingers stiping his face. The guy looked no older then he, really, though he had a more boyish charm to his features and clothes, less dominierring then Duke's own. Duke knew he looked a lot older then he was, mainly because he rarely smiled, a frown forever creasing his forehead. Lifting the bag a little higher on his shoulder, Duke jutted out a hip and placed the hand that had been supporting the bag onto it.
"Quello bizzarro, what do voi want? Sono uomo di piacere, eh?" Duke sneered, inspecting the spiked leather belt around his wrist. Sicuro, Duke, perchè non? He thought to himself with a sigh. Rendergli lo sguardo è uno sciocco! Duke smirked at himself and watched the other with tensed muscles, heart beating a little faster in preparation for either flight, or a fight. He couldn't beat a car, no way, but he could damn well try! He watched, eyes stil shielded, their silver grey depths thoughtful, but prepared, always watching for the slightest hint he was going to attack.
"Dell'oh? What is it you want? If you have a problem, call an ambulance, eh? I'm going to be late for work at this rate." Christopher Dunche Christopher stood and raised an eyebrow at the man, knowing from the attire and demeanor of this individual that he was going to be putting up with a rather difficult person. His eyebrow only furrowed further when the man started spouting out pure italian, and it didn't sound pleasant. Rolling his eyes, Chris was about to get back into the car when the man actually finally spoke in english. "I just had a back spasm for a moment is all," Christopher explained as he turned his attention back to the brooding male. "Listen, if you need a ride to work, I'll be willing to drop you off. I didn't mean to delay you at all." Chris waited for an answer, slamming the car door shut but rolling down the window. Theo ~Junk~ Carraway Duke's eyebrow rose almost comically high, a frown furrowing the other. It held a simple message; 'do you think I'm stupid?', or, as Duke's mind put it; 'lo pensate sono stupidi?' Duke looked over his shoulder in the direction he was headed. He was going to be late, no matter how fast he could run, even with blisters the size of his head on his feet. He sighed, and waved a hand airily at the man, eyebrow still cocked, though not to the same degree as before. His head gave a sharp jut of the chin, eyes narrowing behind his glasses, shifting his stance a little to be fully facing the man... teenager... person that stood before him.
"Uomo, how do I know I can trust you, eh?" Duke sucked his teeth, a pout to his features, assessing the 'back-spasm' guy. "Jeeze, for all I know you want to kill me! Or worse..." Duke let the accusation hang, a smirk playing around his lips as he jutted a hip and rested a hand on it. As the guy clambered back into the car, Duke had to admit he'd be pretty idiotic to pass up a free ride. Tutting at himself, unclipping one of numerous chains and slipping it into his pocket to make himself feel more secure, Duke walked over and opened the car door roughly, sinking into the passenger seat with a loud clanking as different chains hit different areas of the car. Buon, quello lo insegnerà! Duke thought to himself, a small smirk forcing its way to his features as he settled himself, glaring out of the window.
"Expect no favours back. I would be pazzesco to pass up a free ride. Three miles is not a good thing for blisters." Duke turned as far from the man as he could, using his body language to show that he was not in the mood for any more conversation. "I work in town. Just dump me somewhere near there, uomo. I don't want to be seen with you." Duke looked over his glasses at the man, a sneer to his feaures. "Town people may talk, eh? Not good for reputation." Christopher Dunche Christopher rolled his eyes and replied back, "Ok, if I honestly wanted to kill someone, do you really think I would waste my time with you? Besides, you are carrying enough metal on you to make even a street thug envious so I don't think you have much to worry about." Once the man got into the car, Christopher quickly took off and just sat in silence, listening to his favorite band as usual. Chris was about to ask exactly where in town to drop off this stranger off at when he cut him off and basically told him no conversation and he didn't want to be seen with Christopher in town. He rolled his eyes once more, remembering this type from high school. Not in the mood for this and not being able to resist himself, Chris shot back at the man, "Oooh, isn't that so sweet of you. Worried about endangering my reputation as some typical bystander being seen with the town outcast. Really you're too kind." "Listen here," Christopher continued as he kept his eyes on the road. "I dealt with your type in high school and college, and I know you tend to get a charge from driving people off or making them feel inferior. But honestly, just give it up. I was able to diffuse your type quicker than it takes a barrage of mothers to dismantle a store the day after Christmas. Now let's get one thing straight, I have no issues with you if you don't try to start something. You try any of your little quips like before and I won't bite my tongue as you can tell. I can't make it anymore clear than that. So, mind telling me your name or does that require a few more sordid encounters?" While he was keeping his focus on the road, Chris was watching Duke out of the corner of his eye, making sure the man wasn't getting ready to whack him with a chain. Christopher would not hesitate to act back if he saw any indication of attack. Afterall, he didn't just blindly pick up a stranger without some kind of failsafe plan.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 2:20 pm
Duke's eyes narrowed behind their dark glass, and a death glare was passed over the guy. Fingers flexed as the urge to whack him a nice shiner on the chin grappled with his need to get to work. Duke settled for a growl, and folded tense arms, metal chains clanking. Silver grey eyes watched the dark world pass by as the guy got his rant out of the way, simply flicking the guy the bird at his last comment with a scowl.
"Uomo, do not try me. I care little for your remarks, and as for your life story, affare grande." Duke snickered and glared out the window for a moment. "Almeno avete dovuto trattare soltanto con i capretti della scuola..." Duke didn't elaborate the words in english, and probably wouldn't if questioned, but his tone made it pretty clear he was not pleased with the subject of conversation, or, for that matter, conversation at all. "As for a name, if you must know it is Duke. Duke Raphael." His tone indicated an end to the conversation, and theman relaxed slightly into the back of the chair. A hand rose to his temples, covering his eyes from view as he massaged them. It wa going to be a long evening. He'd have his pervert of a boss breathing down his neck all night to make sure he was working properly, and he'd probably pass out soon enough from not eating again. Great. Meraviglioso! Scowling, Duke heaved a sigh and looked at his driver.
"You. You make habits of picking up men on the side of the road? Or am a happy coincidence?"
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Christopher Dunche Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 2:34 pm
Christopher rolled his eyes and reminded the guy, "Just keep in mind who's the driving the car Duke... and I noticed you aren't exactly wearing a seatbelt either."
As he pointed this out, a devious grin slowly creeped over Chris's features in an attempt to unsettle his passenger. However, at the indication that Christopher was perhaps a perverted homosexual trying to pick up Duke, he knew he had to swing the proverbial pendulum the other way. "A happy coincidence? Is this to imply you've played the field before? Well sorry to disappoint but I won't be that brand new customer you were expecting."
They were almost in town by this point. It's then when a notion hit him. Most of all the town's shops were already closed down for the night. This prompted Chris to ask, "Listen, I have a question. Where do you work anyway? I mean, it's practically 10pm now and most places in town are already closed. Where do you work at where you would possibly need to come in so late? Besides the fact they probably don't want to put you on display as one of their 'happy' little employees."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 2:52 pm
Duke snarled at his driver and leant over close, fisting the guy's shirt in his hand, a snarl breathing out of his throat. He cocked his head a little and a smirk crossed his features. Shoving himself back, Duke snarled again and shook his head.
"Sciocco. Pensate che sia impaurito morire?" Duke shook his head and glared at the man next to him. "Pain is a friend I know only too well, do not think I do not know of danger." Duke glared out the passenger window. "A volte I lungamente per esso..." Duke sighed and watched as the buildings of the town became more numerous.
"Stop here. I'll walk the rest of the way." As if to accentuate his demand, he leant forward and opened the door to the car, pushing his foot out and glaring over his darkened glasses. "Now, uomo."
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Christopher Dunche Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 3:04 pm
When Duke grabbed his shirt, Christopher cocked his head to the punk and grabbed his hand, digging in his fingernails, and letting a growl sneak out of his mouth. Chris even beared his teeth some to emphasize that Duke would be making a big mistake to mess with him. But then Duke had let go by that point but Christopher was still on edge, ready to tear Duke a new one.
Then Chris realized growls were still slipping out of his mouth. He was highly on the defensive and he wasn't able to control it. In an attempt to stop it, he began to inhale and exhale deeply. He had to bring himself under control before he really creeped the guy out or did something drastic. However, Duke was not helping the situation by making demands for him to stop the car.
But Christopher obliged and came to a stop, but only after driving for a couple more blocks. Glaring over at Duke, Chris hoarsely said, "Ok then... go ahead and get out then. Hope you make it to work at this rate. Well, then again, not my problem anymore. It is your problem."
With that, Chris took off in his Hemicuda and drove back to the resort.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 3:20 pm
Kicking the door out fully, Duke got out leaning back in, fingers gripping the seat of the car seats. His silver grey eyes seemed to glint with malicious intent, and his lips seemed to curl back off of his teeth in an almost predatory snarl. The growls were noted, but his anger stopped him from fully comprehending their meaning. Maybe later, when he had calmed, he would ponder on this fact, and probably consider why he himself had snarled so animalistically. Right now though, anger clouded his judgement, and all he felt was the need to square this out.
"SCIOCCO! You push too far, uomo! You push too far!" Duke flicked his tongue over parched lips, slamming his fist to the car as he leant back out. His gaze went back down the road to his wrk place, the Italian Restaurant. The guy had driven past it in his eagerness to anger Duke. A growl emitting from his throat signalled his need to depart. Snatching his bag from the foot well, Duke glared at the guy. "Never your problem. Nothing is ever anyone else's problem. I make it my aim to stay away from others because they cause the problems." Duke took the chain he had put in his pocket and reattached it to his jeans. "Avoid me, sciocco. I will not be pleased if I see you again." Gripping the door, Duke slammed it, hard.
Not looking back, Duke hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and started to saunter to the restaurant.
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Christopher Dunche Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 4:13 pm
~New RP~
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Day 3
Morning
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It was the next day...
Before going to the luncheon in with Minna, Chris just had to put himself at ease, he had to see if Duke was changing as well or not. He didn't much care for the guy, particularly after their ill fated meeting last night, but he had to see if anything was happening to Duke at all. The idea that he was perhaps passing on some kind of infection or plague to others was haunting him.
So, hopping into his car, Christopher travelled the stretch of road surrounded by woods, near the river, thinking he might be able to locate Duke once more. He was pretty sure that the italian anti-social punk lived around this particular area, otherwise he wouldn't have run into him on the road last night. As he was driving through, Christopher caught a glimpse of a house through the trees and quickly pulled into the long dirt driveway leading up to it.
Chris approached the house in his Hemicuda, hoping this was the place. He felt hesitant to find out but he was sure that this had to be the place. It just seemed fitting. Getting out of the car, Christopher walked up to the rather gorgeous cedar log house. It actually reminded him of the cabins at the resort. However, he started getting unsettled as he took note to the silence in the woods.
'What is it about this area?' Christopher asked himself internally with a shiver. 'Well, at least it's fitting for this Duke guy.'
As he walked up the steps and approached the front door, Chris slowly extend his hand out, formed a fist, and knocked. "Duke? Duke, I have to talk to you really quick. It's urgent."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 4:36 pm
Damn thumping... Dan trechorous head... Why couldn't it just let him sleep? It was so god damn early! His head was pounding from its encounter with the sideboard at work, and he could physically feel the lumb on the left side of his forehead where it had struck. Liking dry cracked lips, Duke slowly pushed himself out of his bed. The voice that was calling wasn't his father's, which was odd seeing as it was usually his father banging and shouting around the house. Not much was making sence, all he knew was that someone was making enough noise to wake the dead and split his head in two.
Scrambling for some jeans that weren't laden with chain and a thick jumper, Duke quickly changed and shuffled slowly through the house. His left eye would barely open for the monstrous lump on his head, and his right one just couldn't be bothered to open too much, as it planned on closing as soon as the nuisence was dealt with and falling asleep again. As he rounded the hallway and came in sight of the front door, he recognised the shouts as the guy from the night before. Growling low, he waited till another bout of pounding could be heard before yanking the door open, hoping to put his 'guest' off balance. He only suceeded in almost knocking himself over with the door.
"What do you want? A man with concussion seriously needs his sleep and you are the last person in all of the world that I want to see. Thanks to you I may not have a job in a month's time. Because of you I have a splitting headache, and because of you I'm awake at some god forsaken time in the morning!" Duke snarled, grey eyes unfocused as he glared at the man on his doorstep. He wondered where his father had got to, vaguely remembering the note about him being away for a few days. Typical, just when he needed some smart alec man with the shouting voice of an elephant to come to his rescue, he disappears. Feeling dizzy, Duke leant against the door frame, arms crossed, trying to repress the feeling of nausea swimming around in his gut. "What is it that is so important you had to get me up?" Duke paled more then usual and raised a hand, racing rather haphazardly from the front door and around the hallway corner, the sound of banging and heaving emitting from deep within the confines of the house.
"Make yourself useful, uomo." Duke shouted between heaves. "Find the kitchen and make a cup of tea." Another onslaught before another, more shakey shout. "From your expression, I can tell I'll need it."
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Christopher Dunche Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 4:48 pm
Christopher kept a stoic expression on his face as Duke gave his 'warm greeting.' Pushing his way through the doorway, he shot back at Duke, "From what you were claiming last night, you were late as it was anyhow. But looks like I'm about to add another problem to your list."
When Duke demanded for Chris to make him a cup of tea, he beared his now canine teeth for a second and was ready to tell off the punk. He thought in anger, 'I'm not some goddamn dog who performs tricks at your command you son of a b*tch!'
But Chris decided it best to figuratively bite his tongue. It was not worth getting into any unneccesary arguments at this point in time. There was a different agenda in mind. Besides, the guy wasn't feeling well and was in the bathroom throwing up. Obliging to Duke's request, Christopher went into the kitchen and made the cup of tea really quick and came back out.
He set the cup down onto a saucer on the coffee table and had a seat, waiting for Duke to come out of the bathroom. Once he did, Chris tried to prepare himself for what would happen next.
"Anyway..." Christopher sighed as he prepared himself for what he was about to say next, being a little hesitant about it. "...Has anything different been happening to you since last night?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 3:17 pm
As the last of his dry heaves forced their way through his gut, straining more muscles then he'd like to believe, Duke slowly righted himself, deathly pale, slightly trembling hands taking some toilet roll to wipe his mouth on before throwing that too in the toilet and flushing it. Great, meraviglioso... Now this guy was going to think him a whore and a wimp. Growling, he staggered his way to the kitchen and glimpsed the man on one of the chairs in the lounge. The welcome sight of a cup of tea on the coffee table made him almost grin with pleasure as he scrambled his way to the sofa, sat himself down and took small sips on the hot drink.
Silver grey eyes only peered over the top of his mug a little as the guy spoke. Duke couldn't quite place why he had a strange feeling about the guy. He was sure he hadn't been that... ugly? No... wierd looking was a better description, last night. Then again, it had been dark last night, and he also had a very clear view of two men in his vision. Damn, he must have hit the counter harder then he remembered. Reaching up gingerly, he pressed two fingers to the lump and almost yeowled in shock at the size and the pressure the thing was exuding. Blinking hard a few times to rid the dizziness that suddenly crashed over him, Duke focused on what the guy was saying.
"In primo luogo, shut your face and at least give me a name to go with your ugly mug so in future I can shoot you before you even reach the gate to my drive. Secondariamente, how the hell did you find me and get up to the house? Terzo, have you ever made a cup of tea before? This is too strong!" Getting up haphazardly, Duke shuffled into the kitchen and dumped two sugars into his drink, stirring thoughtfully as he returned, eyes focusing a little better now he had something of substance in his stomach. He really should have gone with his better judgement and eatten something when he had got home... "Infine, differences? The only difference I've got is a madre of a lump on my head, a sciocco in my lounge, who seems to have a more disturbed face then I remember... You try and pick up some chick with a wok in her handbag or something, uomo?" Duke chuckled. Turista tipico! Duke thought to himself and sat himself back down, laying the spoon in the saucer and watched his guest.
"Know what... I could do with some food... What about yourself eh? I can tell by the set of your eyes you won't be leaving till you've got whatever is on your mind out in the open, so if you are going to be breathing the same air as me, you may as well eat. Un tempo terribile del dio di essere sveglio anche!" Duke shook his head, waiting for an answer. Hell if he was going to get up just to make food for himself! He could wait a couple hours more if need be.
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Christopher Dunche Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 5:30 pm
Christopher could tell that Duke was peeking over the cup to stare at him as he drank. He knew the guy could tell something was out of place from before. This began to make Chris feel a little anxious and unnerved. However, he knew he would have to shrug it off for now if he was going to be able to handle Duke. Despite curiosity being involved, this is what the young punk wanted, for Chris to feel discomfited, and he knew it. He wasn't going to give Duke the satisfaction. Besides, he didn't need to cause a panic either from what would possible ensue.
When the rather pale punkish young man spoke up and asked for his name in a rather amusing manner, Christopher broke out into laughter. He seriously could not take offense because he did have to admit he was kind of tresspassing and there seemed to be a humorous tone to Duke's voice too.
After the laughing fit passed, the punk had already wandered off into the kitchen. Chris followed Duke and apologized with a few giggles slipping out, "I'm sorry about that, but the way you said that was just... rather amusing. Anyway, the name is Christopher, Chris for short. Second, call it a wild guess and good sense of direction. Third, yes I have but you didn't specify how you wanted it made and I do usually take mine straight without anything added to it. And no, I didn't get whapped with a handbag. ...Something entirely different."
"Also, I'm sorry about last night and all but let's face it, I wasn't doing anything that you weren't doing to me. I tried to be pleasant at first but... apparently no good deed goes unpunished, heh? And I guess I could have something to eat. Hmmmmm... Maybe just a peanut butter jelly sandwich for me. I can help you get the stuff out of the cabinet if you would like."
Christopher was now trying to avoid the issue, seeing nothing has started to happen to Duke at all so far. There would be no reason to tell him now. So all he would have to do is distract Duke just enough so the topic could be avoided. However, The whole time he was talking, Christopher didn't realize that he was showing off his new canine teeth in the process.
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