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Post by Rip on Oct 10, 2007 20:56:34 GMT -5
Gabri had gotten over his mild food poisoning and was sitting up when Taxi came flopping into the room, vaguely glancing over the headlines. Well, they were famous alright. Though there wasn't complete proof, they were 'top suspects'. At least they had gotten out fast. Whoever forgot to lock the front door to The Mirage, bless his soul. There were gruesome details though, the head in the dryer, the bashed in head of the unfortinate girl employee, the cop who's neck was snapped... wow, to think that two people could cause so much chaos.
"Hinny, we're popular." he said, hidden behind the paper, looking over the top when he heard a kaplunk against the carpet. "Are you ok? I cleaned for you. And yes I found the food, thank you." He left out the feeling sick part, and looked down at him in disbelief. "Rub... it? But..."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 10, 2007 21:11:53 GMT -5
"It feels like someone broke me in half, and my stomach hurts again, and, and- Pllleeaaaassssseeeeeeeee?" He begged, twisting his head to look up Gabri with one eye. Limbs were folded so that he could rest his forehead on his arms. It had been established that Taxi wasn't horribly opposed to pain, but the soreness was just enough to bother him but not enough to bring him masochistic pleasure.
"I saw it last night, thanks. It looks great." As for being popular, he ignored that as he had no idea what the fuck context it was in but absorbed it as though it was a compliment. "Was the food really ok? I used to bring my wives food. They never liked it."
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Post by Rip on Oct 10, 2007 21:22:32 GMT -5
At some point Gabri should notice that he had basicly done every single thing Taxi had asked save for kissing him to get his axe back, but he probably wouldn't. With a sigh, he folded the paper and set it on the table before getting up and walking over, sitting down next to the worst food shopper ever, and balled his fist, using the knuckles to rub the muscles on the back. "You did ok. I should have made a list or something to make it easier, I'm sorry." Then he thought his missed something, and could have sworn he just heard something about a wife. "Wives? You were married?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 10, 2007 21:35:55 GMT -5
The only way to keep himself from groaning and grunting as hands kneaded his back was by talking. "Lots of them. I had a harem once. But it wasn't like it is now, I had no choice, they were all arranged marriages. Usually for po-" A small moan slipped past as a particularily strained spot was hit, tensing and then releasing muscles for just a second. "Political reasons. Alliances and bonds formed, or I was wed to a wealthy princess for the dowry. I always outlived them and obviously there was no risk of heirs or me being assassinated. Once I was even married into a particularily prominent noble family even though both of our families were enemies. So it was a battle to who could kill either me or my new bride first." Taxi didn't even need to finish the story, it was obvious who had won. "I almost felt sorry for some of them. A distant husband, only came out at night, only bedded them on their wedding night as it was legally necessary. Constant affairs with men, never even bothered to humor their romantic fantasies."
A pause in his necessary rambling, "Harder, i'm not going to break."
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Post by Rip on Oct 10, 2007 21:55:19 GMT -5
"You're not very good at flattering yourself, hinny." Gabri mused, voice a little strained as he dug his fist harder into Taxi's back. While he was a partiqular old fashioned type of guy, the Pole found it slightly difficult to imagin all that. Arranged marrages, harems- that was in the history bokos. He guessed Taxi must be a history book then.
Until then his delusions had remained dorment for the most part, leaving him alone. Either that or he just hadn't noticed them due to being so exhausted, but now that he was rested, they were back. The white german shepherd sat on a rocking chair that hadn't been there an hour ago, slowly creaking back and forth as it swayed. Gabri stopped dead for a moment, eyes watching it with a dangerous fear, before he started rubbing again, though half heartedly- not taking his eyes off that animal. It made no threatening motions, but it was making him nervous.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 10, 2007 22:28:57 GMT -5
"I don't try, others do that for me." He seemed content to shutup now, focusing on the hands on his back. The tension was melting away with the harder pace, the vampire relaxing with a little breathed sigh.
And then Gabri stopped. What was this crap. He was just starting to feel the muscles which seemed all coiled up and knotted untangle themselves, and now he was barely paying attention. Dead green eyes moved as he raised his head to look back at the Pole. He was staring at something. The hell? When he followed Gabrjels line of sight it revealed the answer to his question-
Wait. No it didn't. He was looking at nothing. Absolutely nothing. Taxi had forgotten about his friends little delusions so he was quite perplexed. "What're you looking at?" The german rolled a shoulder and kept his gaze on the nothingness which apparently caught Gabri's attention more than his rambling or back did. Which was unacceptable.
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Post by Rip on Oct 10, 2007 22:43:51 GMT -5
The dog's steady glare was so unnerving that Gabri had more then once forgot what he was doing or failed to notice that his hand wasn't moving anymore. Of course, one he happened to realised he went right back to being a good little masuse, but it didn't stop those damn yellow eyes from burning into his head. What did it want? He already got in trouble. Unless it meant to yell at him about the girl he killed, but that was a nessisary. An unfortinate one but he couldn't just let himself die...
The shepherd answered for him when it's lips drew back in a snarling grin, opening its jaws just enough to poke the tip of it's completely black, ashy tongue over the front teeth. Maybe it just liked him. The feeling was not mutual.
"Just a bitch." Gabrjel replied easily, giving off a very indifferent air even though he was frightened. It didn't seem to like being called bitch. "If you can't see it then it's probably one of my boss' lackies. It might want the food, so I hope it chokes itself to death." It didn't like that either.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 10, 2007 23:08:06 GMT -5
A what? Oh, right, the English language was so stupid sometimes. The knowledge that Gabri was seeing a female dog disturbed Taxi immensely. Eyes focused and squinted as though he was hoping to see something, a flicker in the air, anything at all. But nothing. The decision as to whether or not the other was lieing was still unmade, but he was certain he was insane. Insanity had been a verdict ever since the other was crying in his arms after thrashing about. Crazy, but, if you were a henchman of the grim reaper wouldn't you be too? So perhaps he was telling the truth and as a side effect was loopy.
Whether or not what the taller man saw really was a lacky of the Angel of Death it bothered him. Because there was that possibility. He had seen too much in his six hundred years to completely deny it. There was nothing he could do, though. Maybe run up and kick the air. But if it was real, then he'd probably wake up dead... er.
"Can't you make it go away?" The german mumbled dryly as he settled his face back into his arms, not wanting to gaze at that blank space anymore. Atleast his back was feeling far better.
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Post by Rip on Oct 11, 2007 14:33:44 GMT -5
The white bitch glared with it's sick yellow eyes, illuminating the dark room with the pale light of a bar. Can't be too bright, it'd hurt people with hangovers. Has to be soothing and coaxing. C'mere boy, drink some more. Drown your sorrows with another shot or two or three or four- what did counting matter? Drown a couple more. Down me while your at it and afterwards drown yourself. They say it's peaceful. What could be more relaxing then being underwater? You did say you wanted to walk along the bottom of the ocean. Here's your chance.
Gabri wrenched his head away from it, looking down at Taxi quitely for a few moments until the weak light flared in frustration. He didn't give in. "No, but I can ignore it." The black room flashed white, like a bomb had gone off without a sound, and the guy coughed once, shut his eyes and rubbed between them. He stood soon after, putting his hands in his pockets. The dog had snarled and dragged it's rocking chair out the door, screeching the legs against the wooden parts of the floor, scratching up the nice cleaning job. Gabri only watched out of the corner of his fingers briefly, not able to take seeing his hard work scraped on. "They're not like dreams. I can't change them into something else or make them leave. I'd have to trick them into leaving, and I've never been very good at that."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 12, 2007 22:27:27 GMT -5
The german rolled over onto his back and looked up at the standing man for a few slow moments before he stood. Damn, that really did feel good, all those previously tense muscles and the kink in his back were completely smoothed out. Refreshed and relaxed, complicated thoughts about Gabri being a fucking nutcase were washed out of his normally uncomplicated mind.
"Can't you just quit?" Voice was light as he strolled through the house, hands clasped behind his head and walking languidly. "I mean, like, have you always seen this stuff?" The place was so small he could speak to Gabri even if the Pole didn't follow him. He wasn't sure why, but he was peering around the kitchen, checking out the contents of the fridge, examining how nice and clean everything was. Seeing the refridgerator was making him think of food and causing him to become ever so slightly hungry. But he didn't want to go out again. Bah.
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Post by Rip on Oct 12, 2007 23:00:29 GMT -5
Quit? He never thought of that. The idea was so stupidly simple he hadn't ever concider it an actual option. Gabri just always asumed he was in this for life. "I don't know." replying honestly, he looked abashed and shocked, like a light went on upstairs. Maybe he could just quit. Maybe he could just stop it all now. He had been good at doing what they told him too- he deserved a break at least. He made a mental note to diguss it with the next thing Azrael sent.
"Not always. I started being able to see them when I was about 11, after my Conformation- its a catholic thing." He added that on for Taxi, remembering he hadn't known who Azrael was. He grinned and didn't notice it. "My mother didn't like it when I told her."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 12, 2007 23:13:54 GMT -5
"You should. Or take a vacation." Shoulders jerked upwards in a shrug as he wandered back to where Gabri was, standing a few feet behind him. His stance was ever so casual, thumbs loosely hanging on the hem of his pants, body slouched backwards. The german was thinking about something, posture shifting as he moved from foot to foot, almost looking as though he was nervous about something. Like a small child with a question to ask but he was afraid of rejection.
Whatever he wanted to say, it was delayed so he could instead respond. It showed in his voice, though, a shy anxious little hint. "Which ones are Catholics again?" Mild interest, his mind was other places.
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Post by Rip on Oct 12, 2007 23:31:15 GMT -5
"If I can, I will."
Yeah, this was a good idea. The worse they could say was 'no', or 'no' and then stab him with something. Oh well, he'd get over it. It was worth a try. Thinking about this, playing with his hat as a habit, he hadn't noticed Taxi right away until he asked the question. Looking over his shoulder, Gabri saw the odd shift in behavor. "The ones who worship God and Jesus. What's the matter? Your all... fidgety."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 12, 2007 23:38:32 GMT -5
Taxi looked flustered when Gabri noticed his behavior, glancing down and if you examined his face closely enough you might even be able to notice the slightest warmth to his face. Yellow-blonde hair swept down to hide his eyes as he took a step forward bashfully, hands clasping infront of himself.
Head craned upwards, pale neck extending as far as it could as before it slowly moved back down. The german took another step forward, biting his lower lip ever so gently with those whitewhite teeth. And then finally after this little display of inner turmoil he released the tortured flesh from his fangy grasp and seemed a bit defeated. "It's nothin'. I ask too much from you already."
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Post by Rip on Oct 12, 2007 23:47:27 GMT -5
Gabri might kill people regularly, but he had the spine of a jelly fish and went to mush easily. Taxi was overkilling, since the Pole was likely to do whatever he wanted anyway as long as it was asked nicely or he was guilt-ed, but the curly black haired boy couldn't even stand on one metaphoric leg with that performance. This was soooooooo unfair and he didn't even realize it. He just pursed his lips and bit the inside of his bottom lip. "Tell me?"
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