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Post by arionkalis on Jun 14, 2010 0:54:30 GMT -5
Arion grumbled and rolled onto his back in his bed, half asleep. Finally, he gave up the sleep half and opened his eyes. Ari ran his long, bony fingers through his thick blonde hair before crawling out of his bed in nothing but plaid boxers and the rainbow, checker-board wrist band on his left wrist. He gently scratched his chest as he shuffled his feet towards his closet and opened the doors to it. His pale icy eyes stared at it for a while before he pulled a black shirt out and pair of baggy blue jeans. Arion groggily slipped them on in a rush.
He made no effort to show he cared how he looked as he scuffled out his apartment door barefoot. He wandered down the streets before sitting criss-cross in the middle of one and closing his eyes.
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Post by tessa on Jun 14, 2010 11:58:00 GMT -5
"What the fuck are you doing?" She demanded, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed in sheer defiance of this insane mans action.
Karla stood in the center of the road, having walked up to the odd man. Was he trying to get himself killed? If so she would be more than happy to leave to his own devices but...she hated seeing people die for no reason. She stood and watched as traffic moved around them, angry people honking and swearing at them through their open windows. She fought the urge to yell and swear back, biting down on her pale bottom lip so hard it started to bleed. She released it and groaned inwardly, wiping it off with the back of her hand. Another thing she hated: the taste of blood. Well, she thought, that's what I get for missing my anger management courses...
She had been out for a nice morning stroll, her tiredness melting away with every step she took. Her morning strolls often took her far, far away from home (which was, evidently, Xara's as well) and she was planning on doing some shopping with her gig-money and tips. Not to mention the money she gets for restoring broken beaters for broke teens. She smiled at the irony. How could a mechanic, such as herself, be able to fix any car under the sun... except for her own. She was a pretty pathetic mechanic... or her car was the devil incarnate. She liked to think the latter. In fact, she had heard a song by a comedian which described her views of her car to-a-tee called "piece of Shit Car", and soon it became the theme she sang and played every time she entered the vehicle. She crossed her arms over her chest, her raven black hair tied tightly to the back, still reached her shoulders. She wore a tight fitting black jacket, not quite denim yet still coarse to the touch. Under that was a white T-shirt with the words "Don't steal: the government hates competition" painted in big, black, bold letters across the chest for everyone to see. Her jeans were torn in places, not purposefully so but still stylishly, and hanging off one shoulder was an unfitting girly, pleather handbag filled with girl things like cosmetics and hair ties and what-have you. Her ice-blue eyes looked disapprovingly down at the man as another car slipped past them.
"Get up. You are in the way of traffic. You want to get yourself killed?" she refrained from insulting the man. Part of her twisted mind saw the perfect mocking opportunity. The other warned her that, if he was suicidal, it may just push him over the edge.
She waited patiently for him to get up, tapping her conver clad toes on the warm cement. What a freaking idiot.
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Post by arionkalis on Jun 14, 2010 13:52:19 GMT -5
Arion mentally chuckled at the cars going at a slower rate to honk and scream at him. 'Ahhh people of the modern day.' he thought. Then shrill words of a woman hit his ears. He would of thought nothing of it because, it could of been from a car but, it sounded closer and way more caring than it should. A small grin crept across his face and his icy blue eyes popped open. His eyes trailed up from the torn jeans to her face. Arion's eyes strayed from the woman to look at the commotion he caused. "Lovely' he thought. He ran one hand through his hair before looking back up at the girl.
She spoke again. "Wanting, no, trying, apparently" He said smoothly, humor caking his voice. "Care to join me?" He added before pulling himself to his feet. Ari stood tall and proud, like he was the most amazing thing on the planet. Arion chuckled lightly, "Oh. where are my manners?"He bowed low taking her hand and gently kissing the back of it. "I am Arion, and you might be?" He gave a mischievous grin. Another car honked, another yelled obscenities. Arion acted as if they were not there.
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Post by tessa on Jun 15, 2010 23:25:47 GMT -5
[/b][/color] she said in a nonchalant, snotty kind of way. Her lip even curled a bit as she said so, and though she could have turned and walked towards the sidewalk, she remained where she was, gazing up at the man with a sort of un-amused glare to her steely blue eyes. "Arion. My name is Karla, if you must know but I don't think you do, and I am getting the fuck out of the middle of this road. You go ahead and...finish up whatever you were doing. " She waved him off and walked briskly to the safe sidewalk, barely avoiding a speeding truck, and stood just to see if he would follow. She didn't really care but... she was curious, to say the least. She turned and looked into the window of the shop and saw it was full of decorations and furniture, and thought of how drab and bare her (Xara's) apartment was. Maybe it could be like a gift or something. She hates me anyway, but if I do something randomly nice for her she might at least talk to me. [/blockquote][/size] [/ul]
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Post by arionkalis on Jul 16, 2010 9:28:20 GMT -5
Arion's lips curled into a smile. He expected that answer. Not a shocker one bit. Ari waved off her little rant. Oh did he love to be a pesk. He watched her leave. She stood there as if expecting him to follow. What was her name again? Oh yes, Karla. Interesting name indeed. Arion did as she expected and followed. His face was stuck in a large smirk as he leaned against the window of the shop. "Window shopping is no fun, you should actually buy something." he enticed. "Actually I'll buy you something but, keep it cheap." he said moving around to the door and holding it open.
He paid no attention to the "no shirt, no shoes, no service" rule. A rule he broke often. Could you blame him? He hated wearing shoes. Shoes that just kept getting ruined anyways.
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