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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 14, 2007 21:16:21 GMT -5
"Dziêkujê." Taxi was willing to believe it, resting his hands on his knees and keeping perfect balance as he looked up at Gabri. Eyes were still glazed over and confused, the second answer hadn't helped. He was angry with him, but not going to do anything about it? Sure, it had happened. A vase was broken and he'd gotten a scowl but nothing else. Things like that. But those were simple offenses. And Gabri had seemed so mad, seething rage, and he had just... bottled it up?
"To jest w porz¹dku. Mo¿esz wyæ przy mi , albo szkodziæ mi." I deserve it. The blonde thought what he dared not say. He knew it wasn't healthy to cage those emotions, they'd build up and explode. The finely tailored suit's lapels were pushed forward to tickle his jawline and the tie was dangling between his bent legs, eyes still gazing upwards. The Polish was perfect, but it still had that heavy german accent to it.
Thank you
It's okay. You can yell at me, or hurt me.
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Post by Rip on Oct 14, 2007 22:10:33 GMT -5
Feeling glad that Taxi accepted the explaination, Gabri put the thought out of his head. He lifted himself out of the chair and sat down on the floor, feeling weird sitting higher up then the vampire, and put one leg over a knee. The expression was confusion, not understanding the logic. "But I don't want to hurt you. And I already yelled." The hissing responce of 'you child' hadn't seemed much like a roaring punishment, but it was good enough for the Pole. It wasn't a matter of bottling up his emotions, the rage that had caused the 'outburst' (if you could call it that) was just gone. He used the engery for other things- revenge was a silly idea. Then, the look became a little more questioning, looking at Taxi a little harder.
"Do you want to get hurt for it? Thats what it's starting to sound like, hinny."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 14, 2007 22:42:05 GMT -5
"N-Nein!" He reverted back to his native tongue, momentarily shocked. So Gabri wasn't resisting the urge, he just, didn't have one? The boy who mercilessly slaughtered people with a hatchet didn't want to exact vengeance on someone who sucked his neck?
Odd. Very odd. Taxi tried to count his blessings and accept it. This was a being he wouldn't do wrong against again, however. It was too awkward and hard to understand. No, not just hard, he just plain didn't. If somebody had done something like that to him, he surely would have killed them.
The no may have been a lie. It would have alieviated his guilt. But it wouldn't have helped Gabri at all so he kept silent and rubbed at his eyes. Besides, it wouldn't have been the same or berid him of this pain in his stomach. "You're a strange one, Mausi."
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Post by Rip on Oct 14, 2007 23:16:13 GMT -5
"Maybe." He couldn't deny that, even if he didn't understand the German's logic. Well, he was intitled to think what he wanted. "But so are you." the boy got up, stretching.
"... Taxi how long am I not allowed to out during the day?" He avoided mentioning that he missed things, like the sun, recalling the previous depressing emotions the other had expressed on the subject. "I'm.. a little bored."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 0:49:36 GMT -5
Taxi stood and looked out the window, squinting slightly. "I don't know. We can go and take a look around, if anyone recognizes you we can run for it." And maybe, just maybe, somehow he'd get a chance to repay him for wronging him.
And get some new eyes he was at it. Not too urgent, though. Just in the market for the perfect shade of green. "If not, we're probably safe." Suit jacket was pulled around his shoulders and he headed for the door.
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 18:26:59 GMT -5
"I was surprised you picked this part of the city to stay." gabri said as he followed behind, plopping on his hat and coat. "Not that it isn't convient, hinny, it's just hard to imagin you here; that's all." The Pole, having grown up in middle class boardering on lower depending on the week's sallery, could spot someone of Taxi's status a mile away. He had guessed it on this first time he saw the vampire and it was only confirmed later on. Connections to shifty organizations especially, and Gabri hadn't overlooked a classic 'I want it NOW' attitude at some points.
Like biting his neck, for example.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 18:46:05 GMT -5
The blonde shrugged, "Usually i'm with my father, but he doesn't like it when I take lovers, so i'm on my own." He continued, the sound of his polished shoes clicking against the cement of the sidewalk as he took note of everyone they passed, watching their faces carefully. "If I murdered and took someones house in a nicer part of town, i'd become discovered too quickly."
Heel crunched some glass, startling him. "I miss luxury though." Memories welled up and his head craned upwards to stare at the moonlit sky, the edge of his lips quirking downwards.
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 19:01:05 GMT -5
"He won't send you money or anything?" He asked, though kept it careful, not sure if the subject was sour or not. Gabri'd drop it like a hot potato if Taxi showed any signs of resenting the discussion, so he remained keenfully aware. As for being found out, he just assumed found out by the police. That was most logical anyway.
"The Mirage was nice." the Pole added, and felt bad afterwards for being the reason that trip was cut short.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 19:15:33 GMT -5
"That would defeat the purpose, depriving me of money would be like taking the air out of your lungs, Mausi. And hell, if you thought THAT was nice, I should take you to Mardi Gras someti-"
Gabri was saved from the ramble by a scream that rang out over the quiet dark air. A lady of the night standing on the street corner with big luminous green eyes had her cherry-lined mouth formed into a perfect little 'o' after her cry, hands fumbling in her purse to yank out a-
HOLYSHIT A FUCKING GUN?! WHAT THE FUCK TYPE OF HOOKERS CARRIED GUNS!
Usually he'd be on her so fast she wouldn't get the chance to put her finger on the trigger, but the blonde was momentarily stunned. One because her clothing clashed so horrifically, and two because he hadn't recalled when it became protocal to shoot two murderers instead of running and calling 911.
The pros managed to squeeze off a single bullet and at the sound of that trigger being tapped Taxi sprung. Why? Because she hadn't fired at him, no, she had shot at Gabri, and this was unacceptable. His polish friend had no chance of rushing her in time, humans were too slow, she was too far away. The vampire was able to dive at her in a diagonal and not only take the piece of hot iron but to tackle her down to the ground.
"YOU SHOT ME IN THE FACE, YOU TRASHY BITCH!" And at that point a cat fight would ensue, two heads of equally annoyingly bright yellow hair being tugged at and nails scratching and feet kicking and rolling in the street while shouting obscenities, the gun knocked aside. "THAT HAPPENS TO ME MY FAVOURITE PART OF ME! I LIKE IT MORE THAN I LIKE MY DICK, AND I LIKE THAT A LOT!"
"GET OFF OF ME, YOU SHOULD BE DEAD, I SHOT YOU IN THE HEAD, YOU BUMBLE-BEE BASTARD!"
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 19:39:01 GMT -5
God was obviously pissed at Gabrjel. There was just no other reason why these horrible, random things kept happening just when everything was going all fine and dandy. There were higher powers involved here, he was certain of it, and they were fucking assholes.
He heard the scream, and just like his companion he was wondering 'what the hell'. For a few minutes he happened to forget that he had chopped off a man's head that somehow ended up in the laundry and discovered by a Vegas' hotel employee. He also forgot that they had flashed security photos (poor ones, but reconizable) all over the evening news and the paper.
He saw the gun and oh cra-
BANG
Hands rushed up, feeling his torso, looking franticly for where he'd been hit because the burning was awful and he didn't want to dig his fingers in like Taxi did because he was not immortal and and- oh wait, he wasn't hit.
Grey eyes snapped up, watching one of the more slightly embarissing fights of his time and felt at a complete loss of what to do. They needed to get out before anyone else called the police and- son of a bitch he already saw more then three people on their cell phones and OH GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.
Almost loosing his patience Gabri'd come up to them and wrench either the girl or Taxi off the other one (if it was the girl she'd be happily thrown to the goddamn side), scream "I ALREADY PAID YOU!" and try to take off flying the other way. Too bad this wasn't Vegas and there weren't a million places to hide. A few people might have gone against the slut though, at least, so maybe they got off lucky and fell for Gabri's bait. At least long enough to get away before more people tried to use them as target practice.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 19:53:01 GMT -5
"Im Wörterbuch unter 'grotesk' stehen Deine Titten!!!" Taxi wasn't easily removed. Too angry, bitchy and wanting to cause this whore pain he resisted simply snapping her neck in exchange for clawing and biting and pulling. Before Gabri managed to yank him away the blonde had rammed his thumbs into her eyesockets with a mad laughter, and then finally he was dragged away while still screaming curses in German and managing to get out one last slur before he hauled ass with Gabri. "Geh' und krabbel in das stinkende Loch zurück, aus dem Du kommst!!"
Mid mad dash he stole the Polish mans hat and pulled it over his head for reasons the other would be unable to see for now as the blonde was keeping a foot behind him at all times.
A few chased after them, and the vampire could hear the sound of sirens approaching in the distance. Where to hide. Needed somewhere to run. The apartment wasn't too far away, but they couldn't reveal their hideout. Words were muttered under his breath while they tried to find somewhere to get away, "ScheisseScheisseScheisseScheisseScheisse-" and then FINALLY the people stopped following him, but Taxi could hear the sirens get louder and and and "ScheisseScheisseScheisse!"
He could have squeeled with excitement as he pushed Gabri off into a narrow side alley and my god there it was, just perfect and beautiful, one of those old horrible trashy fire escapes. The blonde would force the other man up it first so that he could catch him should he fall or the rusty metal broke. Meanwhile he was doing his best to keep a tuft of hair overtop of the hole where his eye should be and angle his head so that his friend couldn't see that the back of his skull was missing, the hat apparently doing very little to help hide the wound.
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 20:15:23 GMT -5
Gabri struggled rediculously with Taxi to get him off the whore with a hero complex, barely resisting smacking his friend with the hatchet himself, but just before he felt like doing something drastic the vampire agreed to get moving and they were off with a mob behind them.
Luckily for him, he hadn't noticed the nasty handicap of his friend and just concerned himself with getting his rear out of the sirens' path. Oh god he didn't want to die, and things had been going so good and he hadn't even notice, those delusions had stayed away from him and Azrael was giving him a break. This wasnt' fair at all. Worst of all, he knew this happened to be his fault, again, because he was bored and didn't like being kept up in the apartment. Selfish.
He went up the fire escape, which thankfully held his weight, especially with him moving so fast.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 20:30:22 GMT -5
Taxi stood in the alleyway till he was sure Gabri was all the way up, pressing himself to a the filthy wall and staying perfectly still as a cop car with its lights and sirens off crept by silently and then left the blondes vision. Or what was left of it. One eye half blind, the other blown right out of his head.
Pain was ignored, instead focusing on getting his friend out of danger. He should have just snapped that bitches neck and thrown her aside, not wasted so much time.
Damnitpisshell
Hands cluched the rungs of the wobbly ladder and he made his way up to join Gabri on the roof. It was nice and flat, no skylights, only an air vent at the top. Not even a doorway down into the building. With a glance and a squint around, he determined it would be a simple task to wait up here and return home before the sun rose or to jump from roof to roof. O, wait, could humans even do that? Find out later.
Till this ambiguous later, the blonde leaned against the lip of the ledge with a sigh. He really really didn't want to move his hand around to feel how much damage had been done. Atleast now that guilt was gone.
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 20:52:23 GMT -5
The desert was a nasty place to live. Aside from the well known blistering heat, the temperature plumeted once the sun went down. Atop the roof, Gabri sat down, worried that he might be seen at a distance (a silly thought, but he was now a little paranoid), sitting against the air vent. He pulled his coat around him tightly, feeling lonely and miserabel, reciting prayers in his head. It worried him when Taxi didn't come up right away, but he didn't want to make things worse by leaning over the edge, but just before he got up to see if his friend was alright, he heard the rusty ladders creak and held his breath until he saw his hat atop a blonde head. Gabri puffed out relief.
He was dreadfully curious why Taxi had stolen his hat though. He stood up and walked lowly, crouching down infront of the german, not able to see much in the dark and what was being hidden. "did she hit you?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 21:05:42 GMT -5
"NEIN!" Body pushed back up against the tall ledge, pushing Gabri away gently as he did so. Face and head remained obscured in the lighting of the moon by the hat and how he angled himself, knees pulling up to his chest now. The last thing he wanted was for the taller boy to know he just had the back of his head blown out. He would worry and think it was his fault and get that look in his eyes, and Taxi was relishing the pain. He had repaid Gabri for injuring him earlier, gotten the punishment he deserved.
Because this most certaintly wasn't pleasurable. It wasn't like the hand thing, severe injuries were rarely a turn on and that had been quite a surprise. This was painful as all hell, a throbbing blistering heat pouring through his cranium. Cold air was pelting the bare flesh of his exposed brain, only shielded lightly by the yellow hair that was pressed down over it. Not to mention the screaming fire that was his eyesocket, fuck, he could feel it all through his head, practically taste where the bullet had come in and then exited after removing a good portion of him.
So he stubbornly sat with his face out of view and barely-there-skull pressed against the wall, holding in tears of agony he was now able to feel that adrenaline was gone. Crying would have been hell on earth, trying to pour salty liquid out of tear ducts which were no longer there.
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