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Post by tessa on Jun 27, 2010 0:12:43 GMT -5
[/i] Karla begged silently as Xara advanced forward, hissing and spitting violently. Karla answered with her own snarl and spit, but her stance was purely defensive. She didn't want to hurt Xara. In fact, despite her own frustration and general dislike of Xara's bad attitude, she could relate to how scared and frustrated Xara was with her own situation. Karla sympathized with the woman and, hell, she even saw a bit of herself in her. But first she needed to break through all of those annoying barriers. She glared at the other woman, the Serval, who was much taller than she but Karla had no doubts that, if there was a fight, Xara would be minced meat (as the saying goes). Though... Karla sighed inwardly. She'd never let herself hurt the girl. Actually, since she finally lost her temper, Xara was beginning to slowly snake into Karla's good books- ~~ Xara's blood was racing through her, making her quiver with fury. That bitch needed to get the hell out of her apartment. This was just ridiculous! She didn't come all the way from the home she had come from to this shit. No freaking way. As far as she was concerned, Karla was the source of all her issues. She could not even imagine what her life was going to be like now she was a part of the Thieves. But she sure as hell wasn't expecting it to be anything like this. Anger filled her to the brim and she shivered again with fury and her eyes were wild with it, so blinded by it, she ignored the womans non-aggressive stance, obviously trying to create a calm. Xara lunged... ~~ The cat jumped, snarling at Karla, who turned on her and jumped straight into the air. She faltered the slightest of bits as Max yelled, but landed square on her feet anyway. She saw Xara look up at Max, and took it as her cue. Her bones changed and she stood, fully clad, a grown woman once again, and stalked over to the woman. Now there was a canine, dark and seemingly flustered, and a Serval, frozen by her obedience to Max. Karla bent and scooped up the huge cat, with both hands. One rested on the womans throat and the other grasped the loose skin that made her scruff. She brought the spitting cat to a wall and pressed her to it, making sure to stay well away from those claws. "Xara," she said solemnly, pleadingly, "you need my help. You know you do and you might not realize it today, or even tomorrow, but if you don't get that through your thick skull soon it will be too fucking late and-" and I'd never forgive myself. She left that part out, but continued staring at the woman, her eyes soft with compassion and exhaustion now. ~~ Xara missed Karla and hissed in frustration, but her ears swiveled towards Max as he yelled. Then she was picked up and slammed against the wall, Karla staring down at her like a chastising mother. What a bitch. But Xara let herself go. What was the point? Karla was right, she needed help, Xara didn't know anything about this world yet. She lowered her eyes and let her body shift, ignoring the fact that she was stark naked. She lowered her eyes. "Forgive me..."[/blockquote][/size][/ul]
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Post by max on Jun 27, 2010 1:22:05 GMT -5
Before Max could react or say anything else, Xara attacked Karla. The cat’s legs propelled her into the air. Max watched, amazed, by the spring-like motion of the feline. He barked gruffly, a show of surprise, especially as Karla began to grow. Is she changing back? Okay what the...no clothes... The wolf dog comically leaned his head down and tried to place both paws over his eyes. When that resulted in him almost tipping over, he turned around and sat down, glad his fur hid the blood coming to his face. Could dogs even blush?
Max was unable to keep his eyes averted for long, despite his respectful politeness. It was mostly because he was concerned that the fight might still continue. When he turned back around, his ears flattened against his head in embarrassment. Karla thankfully had picked the cat up. Max was pleased to note that the cat was covering her vital parts. He didn’t want to be thought of as a perve. Um...okay... he thought to himself as Karla turned around, baring her bottom to him. The last time he had been in the same room as a naked woman had been the last time he had seen his ex girlfriend shift back into human form. Even though she had taught Max to shift with clothes on, she had preferred that they change back naked if in private. Sarah had been a playful sort and far less self conscious than Max. Since neither of these attractive girls were his girlfriend, it was an entirely different and uncomfortable situation. At least Xara wasn’t naked too...
Can this situation get any fucking worse?
Apparently, it could. Suddenly, Xara was also human. Max tilted his head sideways, his ears perking up for a second in surprise. He just as quickly turned his back again, flattening his ears. Karla he could have dealt with. But not Xara. Not the woman he already had an attraction to emotionally as well as physically. Like a kicked dog, Max crept out of the room and around the corner in the hall. Taking a deep breath, he reverted to human form and leaned against the wall, not daring to look out into the room. “Um...are you guys gonna put some clothes on? Cause...cause...well...” His words almost came out choked. “No need to be sorry! Let’s just cool it off, right, have a beer or something...I’m gonna close my eyes, and go into the kitchen and to the fridge. And get the beer. And you guys can tell me when it’s safe to turn around.”
Max closed his eyes tightly. He fumbled around, walking out into the room and using his hands to guide him along the wall to where he was sure the entrance to the kitchen was. Going good, going good... Max’s foot caught on the edge of the main room carpet leading into the kitchen. He went sprawling onto his face in the kitchen. “Okay...fuck...I’m okay, I’m okay...” The embarrassed shifter quickly jumped to his feet and blushed, glad he was standing with his back to the girls. Maybe they were too busy getting dressed to have seen. One could only hope. Shaking slightly, Max grabbed three beers, then closed the fridge and stood there like an idiot, waiting for them to tell him it was safe. His traitorous mind kept envisioning things he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about.
At least the fighting seemed to be over. Max forced his mind to more important issues. Karla was clearly trying to be the adult in the situation. Even Max had to admit that Xara’s behaviour was a little difficult to deal with, but then again, Karla certainly wasn’t helping. Nor was he, for that matter. I’m so useless sometimes... he thought angrily. But I’m here, and it’s too bad what they think. He was going to take Karla’s help. He needed it, and he thought Xara needed it. He only wished he knew why Xara disliked Karla so much. Of course, Max, ever insecure about his worth, had no idea that she might well be jealous.
[/color] ((OOC: all men are pervs. Even the really sweet ones. It’s just a sad fact. Max also happens to be very respectful of women. Hence his silly blind stumble out of the room quickly. His parents bought him up to show women respect; he has a very strong willed mother. Scattered post, sorry. Eek!))
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Post by tessa on Jun 27, 2010 3:52:42 GMT -5
[/b] ~~ Xara nodded solemnly. She wanted to fight still but didn't have the energy or the means to. Plus... Max had said to stop. So she stopped. If he really wanted Karla to help them than she guessed she'd let Karla help them. She guessed. She smiled crookedly at the woman, envy rising like a wave over her at how calm and in control she seemed to be. Karla seemed to have everything under control. She was so cool and calm and collected... it was sickening. She smiled anyway. Her soft gaze and warm voice seemed to have a calming effect on Xara, though, and she was not willingly, but still, finding herself to be soothed by it. But she was still a nosy, bad mouthed bitch. That part would never change. She barely registered Max's discomfort with her nakedness, and noticed, gratefully, that Karla was keeping her covered. She didn't care either way who saw her bits and who didn't but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "Don't hurt yourself too bad there Max," she half giggled, "I'll be dressed in a moment. Its not like I have anything truly exceptional to see, anyway..."~~ Karla raised an eyebrow. By all means, Xara was immaculate. But Xara was also seven years her junior and Karla wasn't interested. She rolled her eyes to the heavens as Max floundered about in the kitchen. Priss. "Oh come on Maxy boy, she's just a girl. You have seen a girl before, haven't you?" she probed mockingly. Karla turned and picked up Xara's clothes, who put the on sheepishly. Karla smiled woflishly at her. Maybe she wanted him to see her like that. Tease. A tiredness came over her suddenly and her shoulders drooped. She rubbed her face roughly with the palm of her hand and took a seat on the couch. "I want to help you guys. You going to let me or what?"~~ Xara pulled the shirt over her head and glanced in Max's direction, blushing heavily. Had he seen her? She had hoped he wasn't too petrified by the experience. Something like that could be devastating to a new friendship. Everything from then on would be sufficiently awkward. She didn't want that. "Its okay now Max," she called meekly, "I am dressed and done fighting." she shrugged to Karla. "Yes... I suppose... if you think you can." ~~ Karla smiled. "I know I can."[/blockquote] [/size] [/ul]
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Post by max on Jul 5, 2010 17:19:11 GMT -5
Max was understandably a little irritated and embarrassed by Karla’s comments. Sure he’d seen a naked girl before. Max had slept with Sarah, his ex girlfriend, but they had only slept together twice before she had disappeared. He was therefore a little inexperienced, though Sarah had shown him a few things. Karla in some ways reminded him of Sarah with her self-assuring attitude, which, back then, had attracted the unsure young shifter.
That was one of the things which put him off about Karla the most. He didn’t dignify Karla’s taunt with a response. He was sure she was teasing him good naturedly, but he refused to be baited by it, joke or not. Max had already embarrassed himself enough today, and there was no point whinging and pointing out that he wasn’t a virgin.
Carrying a few beers, Max stumbled out of the kitchen, his face a picture of discomfort. He put the bottles down on the little coffee table and coughed slightly, his eyes going to Xara then to the floor. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to look as though he was completely comfortable and failing in that entirely. “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything,” he said quickly, guessing that Xara was, herself, embarrassed. “I’m just glad we’re all, you know, chilled a bit. We can focus...on...on the important stuff...” Max fumbled about with the bottle opener, opening everybody’s beers and handing them one, trying to feel useful. He stood to the side, taking a grateful swig of his beer. It wasn’t the strong tasting stuff he was used to, but it was comforting nonetheless and its warmth calmed his anxiety slightly.
Swallowing a third mouthful of beer, Max glanced at Karla, his eyes serious. “I do appreciate this. But I don’t just want to be babysat. I want to know what I can do, when I’m alone. When Xara’s alone. What do we look out for? I mean what? What’s going on here, and how can we deal with it?” His voice came out a little forceful, a product of both his impatience to know what was going on, and a need to get over what had just happened between the two girls and Xara’s nakedness. In his mind, Max thought of a few things which he wanted to do. He wanted to take self defence classes. There was no way he was going out onto the streets again without an idea of how to defend himself. Max, standing at an average height of 5’9, wasn’t a complete disaster. He wasn’t tall, but he could put some much needed muscle on and he had fast reflexes. As a canine, he had strong jaws and he was fast. He needed work, but he could learn to look after himself. For all his youth and lack of street smarts, Max was intelligent, resourceful and he had heart and determination. “So where do we start?”
[/color] ((OOC: When I say street smarts, I mean the sort of knowledge one learns growing up on the streets or even getting into fights in school or whatever. How to fight, how to get the most use out of people and your surroundings, that sort of thing. Max had a good home life, so he doesn’t have a lot of street smarts. Being smart and observant, which Max is, doesn’t mean he could ever survive on the street. He would be killed, I think. He is too kind and gullible. I guess we need to work out where this is going exactly. Does Karla explain everything? Do we skip forward a little, bring in the plot with Elise/Karla going downhill? I am going to have Max take self defence classes, probably the mixed street technique if he can find a class. Realistically it’d take him a while to learn things. But thought it would be good to toss that in there somewhere. I dunno about Xara, but Max would want to learn to be self sufficient as well. I never mind skipping forward fragments of time, skimming over certain things, and focusing on certain things. Like things between Xara and Max, things involving Karla and conflicts with Karla’s mental state, etc.))
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Post by tessa on Jul 8, 2010 2:18:40 GMT -5
[/i] She stood in that depressing little hovel Xara called a home, in front of a small love seat, looking into the kitchen and sighed inwardly. It is all so bare, as if she'd taken a few small tables, a couch and a TV into an empty apartment, clapped her hands to rid the dust and said "thats that". Which, evidently, was exactly what she'd done. Karla shrugged slightly I mean, don't get me wrong, I like them, I do, they're just so stubborn. Why can't they just trust me... She knew why. She was a complete stranger, coming to them and telling them how much danger they were in and it scared them. Thats why. She turned to them, all smiles and good vibrations, her mind whirling with thoughts and worries. Why was she doing this to herself. Xara. Xara sat on the couch, looking suddenly very old and yet, still so young, like a child way past its years. Sad, mourning, and overworked. She sat with her hands in her lap, her head hung as if her neck could no longer hold its weight and her shoulders hunched forward. She breathed deeply once and let it out with a soft sigh. And Karla felt as if she could caress her, sooth her worries...protect her. She cast a sideways glance to Max, and she fought the feeling off. Max would take care of that for her, she was sure. Karla had the distinct feeling that a relationship would come of this... and she wanted nothing more then for one to, between them. She dusted herself off and cleared her throat, plucking the beer from Max and holding it in her hands, feeling the coolness of it. "I want us all to stay in complete touch, at all times. All times," she let her gaze rest levelly on Xara, who looked away begrudgingly, "Xara they were after you to begin with so you're their main target, but you, Maxy boy," she tapped the end of her nose, turning to the boy, "Dug yourself a grave. By helping Xara, bless your heart anyway, you've put yourself directly into their crosshairs as well. Now, thats a very accurate sight they've got, so you need to be especially careful, seeing as they won't be as lenient with your life, being a loner and all." she took a moment for the words to settle in and let a heavy silence fall between them. She drew in a tentative breath. Here goes... "Xara," the womans head snapped up. Karla studied it thoroughly. There was no hatred there. Only...defeat. Karla's heart nearly snapped in two. "I would like to... stay here, with you. I will be a constant protection and, with both of us in the same spot, it'll be easier for Max to keep in touch. Also..." she sighed heavily, "I don't exactly have a home of my own to go to anymore..."Karla waited on Xara's reply, and was sure she'd say no. But, "Okay." Xara nodded conclusively after a moment, "I have a spare room. You can live in there and, until we can buy you a bed, I have this couch that turns into a bed..." she patted the couch and Karla smiled graciously, her gaze softening. " I know I probably just put a huge kink in your guys's whole year but... I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. Understand? I will."
Xara nodded slowly. "I think I believe you now..."She turned to Max and her gaze warmed instantly as she remembered how safe she'd felt in his arms so few nights ago... how much power she had being around him. How strong she felt. She couldn't imagine replacing that with this strange, bad mouthed woman. Never. Not that feeling. She'd be protected but even though Karla was a better fighter, and knew more about this than both of the put together... she'd never feel quite as safe as she did with Max. She tentatively placed a hand gently on his knee, but she did not smile. she wanted...reassurance. She shouldn't be making these big decisions on her own... she wasn't half as smart as he was. Not by a million years. Besides that she was beginning to get scared. Her bravado before was being washed away by Karla's utter... intensity. Her earnest motions, swallowed by a meager attempt at humor. She wanted to ask him what to do. She wanted to ask him to stay with her, not to go home, and to sit all night and hold her tightly and tell her it was going to be okay. But... she wasn't worth his time. She was for...fucking. Not loving. If she learned anything about women while with Uncle Ted, anyway, and thats what she honestly thought. But there was a small glimmer of a refute. She was worth...something... maybe. Men in the real world were different. Max was different. Wasn't he? she hoped so. Her face, pale, flashed with uncertainty. [/blockquote][/size][/ul]
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