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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 17:15:43 GMT -8
Jen- "Your loss, dude."
She leaned forward with the cigarette in her mouth when Leon lit it, and tipped the sunglasses low to gaze out of them seductively. "Oh yeah, this car's my baby. I like to keep her in tip-top shape." She leaned back a bit, admiring Leon from behind the shades. "Relax baby. It's just fun. You're too tense. I like the strong and silent type, but you gotta know how to have fun... Hey, you seein' anybody? *If* you don't mind my asking...?"
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 17:35:14 GMT -8
He takes another drag off his cig, and blows a smoke-ring. "No. No one at this school catches my eye, y'know?" He keeps his eyes turned ahead toward the windshield, taking another slow drag. After a moment he glances aside at Jen. Part of him wanted to laugh, but he managed to stifle that and instead smirks slightly. What, she's actually flirting with him? No comments about being a filthy spic? "So, last night's dance was kinda a bust, huh?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 17:45:05 GMT -8
Jen- "No joke. I'm tired of all this drama. I can't wait to get out of here. Who knows, maybe I'll drop out..."
She glanced at Leon sideways on occasion, letting the smoke linger around her darkly lipsticked mouth. "So uh... what are your plans for the day? You in the mood to do anything in particular...?"
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 18:07:00 GMT -8
"Heh, yeah. Blow this joint, go someplace bigger, huh?" He waited a minute, seeming to think on that, then shrugs. "Don't got any plans for th' day, nope. Why? D'you?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 18:10:30 GMT -8
Jen- "Hmm... well that's convenient. Maybe, we could think of something to do together...?"
She leaned forward slowly, pushing her sunglasses back and parting her lips, a curl of smoke just emerging from their dark frame...
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 18:28:19 GMT -8
Leon let his hand drop, the cig still smoldering between his fingers. He lets Jen kiss him, closing his eyes and returning it half-heartedly - maybe if he pretended she was someone else?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 18:35:13 GMT -8
Jen kept her cigarette balanced on one hand, and used the other to pull Leon closer into the kiss, opening her mouth and exhaling smoke into his. After the initial taste of the smoke, and lipstick, Leon tasted something familiar, salty... like iodine. Jen ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed, and she finally leaned back a bit for a breath, and smiled. Her dark red lipstick smeared, making her look even more wild and strange. Leon felt something stuck to his tongue, like a tiny piece of paper... He pulled it out-- the white petal. It was faintly yellowed, with a blue stain on the outer edges. Jen leaned in to kiss him again after she flicked the cigarette into the ashtray.
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 18:54:11 GMT -8
Leon was startled by the strange taste, and once given enough room to check, he found the tab of Torpor, discolored and sticky with saliva. When Jen moved back in he brough a hand up to her shoulder, pushing her back a bit. "Th' hell is this?" He all but growls, his volume going up.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 18:58:34 GMT -8
Jen- "What? Oh that... musta been in my mouth still. Whatever."
She sneered a bit, seeing that Leon wasn't going to let her go in for a round two. "I'm not good enough for you? Is that it?" Across the parking lot, Albert was mouthing words ostentatiously to Leon- "GISS OB TETH, GISS OB TETH" ? Ohhh, "KISS OF DEATH" ... That made more sense.
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 19:19:03 GMT -8
"I don't fuckin' appreciate bein' drugged when I don't intend to be." Leon flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, and moved as if to open the door. He glanced aside and saw Albert, and briefly felt angry enough to punch him. He shouldn't have ever got in the car. "Did you have something important t'say, 'cause if you wanna get fucked up, you can do that well enough on your own, I'm sure."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 19:25:43 GMT -8
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 19:46:20 GMT -8
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Leon snarled, wanting rather badly to hit something. His vision blurred and his stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots. At first he thought it was just anger, but then the world began to change - Jen began to change. Leon fumbled at the fuzzy shape that was the door handle, trying to push it open. But when the Jen-monster spread her petals wide to mock him, he gave up that endeavor, quickly pulling his switchblade from his back pocket and swiping at it. "I said: SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 19:52:55 GMT -8
The world was suffocating, stinking like Bandaids and adhesive. Leon swiped at the creature which seemed impossibly big for the small car it surely had to still be in. His knife collided with flesh, and it was like someone was playing a horror movie three rooms over, the scream queen's cry just a little too fake, and a little too muffled. An acrid fluid splattered across his jacket, and he had to dodge a flurry of black tendrils that swiped at him. Jen- (voice like Richie's thundering god-speak)"GET OUT OF MY RIDE, BEANER." He didn't see what hit him, but he felt himself forces backward through thick folds of canvas to where he... hit concrete? He rolled on his side and heard some kind of weird conversation, but couldn't see who was involved.. ~why no murder one~FUCK YOU IMBECILE~don't how his clothes~not again~I AM A WHORE MADE OUT OF POISON METAL~can I wait~JUST GO IF YOU WANNA FUCKFACE~slipslip~ The world rolled out white and weird all around him, and he saw the Jen monster slip away at impossible speed, like she was flying a broom into long-gone folds. Albert knelt at his side, and rolled him over. Jesse- "Here we go again, man."
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 1, 2012 20:25:56 GMT -8
He felt the knife slicing into flesh and the not-blood splattering across his clothing. And then, suddenly, he was flying backward. He struck the concrete hard, the air being knocked out of his lungs - but it wasn't so hard as when the car hit him the night before. He gasped, curling onto his side. The switchblade slipped between his fingers and clattered on the concrete. He couldn't make any sense of the words and sounds he was hearing - he couldn't see the speakers, the voices resounding in his head. Something touched him and Leon rolled, lashing out. His empty fist came this close to catching Albert in the face. "Fuck! Sorry, man. God, what the hell is wrong with that bitch?!" Leon snatched up his knife and tried to get to his feet. He got so far as sitting up, and then groaned. "Did you see it? Did you see what she turned into? Fuck."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 1, 2012 20:45:54 GMT -8
Albert- "She didn't turn into nothin' dude, she's like Richie. You saw her different because you came here again." Looking around, it was cloth as far as they could see, and evil bandaid as far as they could smell. On the plus side, Leon felt much less ill, though his leg was still a sunuvabitch.
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