Post by S E R A H on Mar 5, 2016 17:55:42 GMT
(03/04/16 : 18:13:20)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ALL: Another day, another dollar. Only in today's world it was more like a twenty. One buck wouldn't get you very far. I stood behind the bar, the tip jar up ended and green paper spilled all over the counter. A quarter bounced, rolling across the tile floor as it tried to escape.
"Oh where do you think you are going!"
I whispered mostly to myself and started to chase it down. It was headed straight for the drain but I cut it off, stomping down on it with the toe of wedged sandals like it might have been a bug.
"No you don't, you don't get off that easy."
I chuckled to myself as I stooped down, vanishing from sight behind the bar, to retrieve that coin. I earned every penny. Skinny jeans in dark denim gave easy enough with those bending, agile limbs. Manicured toes peeked out from beneath the leather strap of tall sandals, wiggling as I brushed fingertips across the shiny surface of that golden polish. I loved the color. The contrast with tan flesh was eyecatching. A delicate nose wrinkled as I admired the color for a moment. Vertigo set in for a moment as I stood suddenly, dark layers of ebon hair landing softly upon bared shoulders. A fitted white camisole nearly glowed against sunkissed flesh, the thin straps little more than decorative lace and completely useless.
Already I was tucking that quarter into my front pocket and I turned back to count out the cash money. The bills were grouped together, rolled into a neat little bundle and pushed into my other front pocket. Tip jar emptied, I placed it back on the bartop near the register. It had been a long day and it wasn't even over yet. Dark eyes shifted to the clock above the front entrance. Were the hands even moving? I had to wonder how long it had been since the batteries had been changed. A low growl sounded in the back of my throat. Probably never. I reached back, pressing fingers into my rear pocket, encountering the metal of the bottleopener. It was still there, peeking out from its denim prison. I grabbed a fresh towel from the sink and wiped down the bar. Unable to just stand there, I had to be doing something. As I walked the length of the bar, dragging the towel down the wood surface, I also glanced into the coolers, mentally taking stock.
(03/04/16 : 18:27:02)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -The plane flight seemed endless. I slept in little shifts but dared not allow myself to sleep for too long. I was paranoid that I might slip into a coma and just... Never wake up. Not that I cared at this point. The only reason I was even trying to stay alive was out of habit now. Survival instinct. My own perception on the value of life -including my own- had dropped to zero and I found it impossible to give a single fuck... When the plane landed, the crowd flocked to the luggage area, but I had nothing to collect and ventured off on my own. Within the airport itself, I managed to find a booth that offered currency exchange. I didn't want to reveal the envelope tucked into my pants, so I pulled out all of the euros that I had left in my pocket. It wasn't much and after I converted it, I was handed $32.00. I knew I could have gone into a bathroom and taken out more, but I was feeling incredibly paranoid about everything and wanted to get out of the airport as soon as possible.-
-Once I actually did step onto the pavement, I felt cold. Freezing in fact. It wasn't the weather, but that gentle breeze was reacting harshly against my tender, beaten flesh and affecting me more than it should. I had nowhere to go and my immediate thought was to try and get a flight from here, to England. But not yet, I couldn't handle that. I needed to rest and heal a bit more before I attempted to tackle another long distance flight. I roamed the streets aimlessly and bought a bottle of water from a small store. Then I used the last of my American dollars to buy a coat. It was leather and a little more stylish than I would have liked, but it would suffice. It helped with the warmth and I didn't feel quite as exposed... During my aimless wandering, I noticed a place... The Pub .. I chuckled bitterly at it... Sounds like Home. … That's what they were all called back in England. I knew that I should find a motel, book a room, and get some sleep.. but then... A whiskey... Bourbon or Scotch at this point would just be... Well, I'd fight the devil for a bottle of it right now... I looked left, up the street, then I looked right... before shrugging my shoulders and heading inside.-
-I claimed a stool at the bar and immediately sat down. He head tipped forward, as though I was looking at the bar top and nothing more.. in that moment, I took a quick assessment of the room. Estimating a guess as to how many were in there, and what percentage would be considered a possible combatant. It was instinct. Something I couldn't shake even if I tried to... I tried to hide the pain I was in, even though the corner of my lip was split and scabbed, one of my cheeks was bruised, and I had a couple of cuts along my brow... I waited now, for service...
(03/04/16 : 18:45:54)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: I'd been hunched down, rummaging in one of the wells that wasn't draining when the door opened. My gaze strayed across the bar, narrowed against the brilliance of light behind you until the door shut and then those dark eyes slowly travelled up your body. If I had time, it was a habit of mine to watch people as they came in. People gave things away when they didn't realize they were being watched. Your precursory survey of the room wasn't missed by me. It would seem just a glance of eyes then, as I returned to digging out the drain. The white towel taken up in my hands to dry them as you seated yourself up front and center. You were in my domain now. Noted was the damage done to your face as I started the walk towards you. I wondered if you were perhaps running from someone. It was purposely slow, my approach. Giving you plenty of time to take in the bottles lining the shelves along the back of the mirrored bar. And it gave me more time to observe you. I watched you, studying the bartop like it had some secret you just had to know. Softly, I cleared my throat.
"Can I get you something?"
I spoke low. The soft, dulcet sounds of a southern twang might ring sweetly in your ear. The bar was mostly empty so I wasn't forced to speak over the crowd. I stepped up to the bar, turned slightly to the side so you could survey the choice of drinks if you wanted. In my hands, I wrapped the towel, swinging it around like a ragdoll because it soothed me, I did it without much thought really. Slowly a grin turned at the corners of generous lips. Those dark eyes watching you. But I wouldn't stare at your injuries, the target of my focus was that of your eyes.
(03/04/16 : 19:00:35)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -It would seem I didn't have to wait long. I had seen You, not directly, but certainly in my peripheral vision. I shifted on the stool and fought back a wince as I started to look up at you. When I spoke, it was in an obvious foreign accent. English in fact.-
“Do you take...”
-My words faded to silence as my pale olive green gaze fell upon You. There was an intake of breath that hurt that rib and for a moment, everything inside me seized to function. You were incredibly attractive, but that meant nothing to Me and I didn't quite know why I had frozen like that. But there I was... Looking at You... My mouth closed, but opened again as I tried to speak. Words caught in my throat but eventually I managed.-
“.. Hi ..”
-Whatever I was feeling, I shrugged it off as fever perhaps, from the weeks I had experienced before getting here. I fell into your eyes as I tried to remember what I was going to ask you.-
“Do you take euro bank notes?”
-I finally asked. I was not on the run, even though it may have appeared like that, unless I was perhaps running from my own humanity. I felt like a Monster and I didn't want to go back to how I was before and given a choice, I would kill my humanity with my own hands. Right now, I just wanted a whiskey, and some pain relief. Once I healed up enough. I would fly back to England, prepare myself, and then return to Syria, to kill as many of those terrorist cunts as I could until they put me down for good.
(03/04/16 : 19:15:26)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: I never looked away, studying your face as you started to speak. I'd not heard an accent like that in person, ever. Only tv. It was different. The sound of your voice played at my ear like a memory suddenly being remembered. You had been about to order but then you didn't. This caused the line of delicate brows to lift, furrowing curiously. I took in your eyes. A tranquil green that reminded me of the leaves deep in the woods, lost in shadow, unseen by most. That smile, widened somewhat, revealing the pristine white of teeth.
"Hi."
I responded, the smallest giggle curled on the tail end of that simple little word. Nervousness suddenly fluttered in the depths of my stomach.
"Yes, we do."
I answered a little too quickly. We didn't. I'd never even seen a euro. But I didn't want to say no to you. Somehow I knew if I did, I'd likely never see you again. A stranger. But I didn't want you to be.
"What's your poison? And I'm Serah, by the way."
I leaned towards the shelve of glasses, fingers hovering there as I waited for your answer.
(03/04/16 : 19:39:56)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -My gaze swept through the bar, nobody was looking at me, why would they? Good. I lifted my shirt just enough to claim that envelope, trying to push the shirt back down before anybody could catch a glimpse of all those bruises and marks, the most defining bruise being the complete 'ring' around my waist from having hung from that cliff for so long. I opened the envelope, pretending I did not see the splatter of blood on its corner... but I did see it, and my mind swept back to my best friend. Rea... 'I miss You' … I shook it off with a scowl and continued to try and remain focused. I stuffed my hand into the envelope and pulled out a few notes. 200 euros was the value of each note. It was valued at just under $220 but I no longer had any smaller notes. I placed one down on the bar and pushed it towards you-
“Serah.”
-I said, repeating your name. Or was I answering Your question? My eyes swept to the bottles-
“I'm Damon... and can I have A scotch whiskey if you have them. If not a bourbon will do. A double... No.. Just put... four shots into one glass.”
-My eyes scanned the rest of the bar items as I stuffed that envelope away back where it had come from. Your voice was still replaying in my mind as my eyes fixated back on You.-
“What about painkillers? I don't suppose you sell them?”
-Despite the fact that I could hide pain very well. My body felt like it was in contact with a high powered cattle prod and every inch of movement was a violent -zap- of unseen agony. The only thing that was helping right now, was Looking at You...-
(03/04/16 : 19:51:55)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
[PIC]
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: I reached for a highball glass, plenty big enough for what you wanted and sat it down infront of you upon the bar. I reached down, fingers wrapping the neck of a bottle of Jim Beam as I pulled it free and tipped it to spill into the glass. It was a nice long pour, more than four fingers for certain. I didn't know your story. But I found myself curious. My gaze strayed from the glass to the euro you'd left on the bar. I wondered the source but I said nothing. I didn't sit the bottle back in the well. Instead, I left it there before palming that piece of foreign money.
"I've got you, Damon. I'll be right back."
I knew the relief a nice stiff drink could provide. It was my one indulgence. The feeling that seeped into your limbs, at the last claiming everything you felt...or -didn't- feel. A brief smile curled upon my lips before I took a few steps away from you. I stooped low behind the bar then, opening one of the cabinets to fish out the first aid kit. It wasn't much, just some band aids and ointments. But there were small packets of pills inside. I claimed three of them in the curl of fingers and closed the cabinet. Then I was suddenly standing right back infront of you. My hand held out palm up as fisted fingers bloomed open to reveal those little packets.
"Free of charge."
I leaned in, offering them up to you instead of setting them to the bar.
(03/04/16 : 20:14:34)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
[PIC]
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -I watched you pour that drink, and the moment you did, I claimed the glass, tossing every drop into the back of my mouth and feeling that bitter, woody, burn clawing its way down my throat to settle angrily in my stomach. I watched you move away, my gaze never leaving you and for a brief moment, when you reached into that cabinet, I stiffened. You were the first person I had met -other than the faceless strangers- in a while who had not tried to kill me. My hand reached for my hip, to a gun that didn't exist. Fingers finding only the denim of the black jeans I wore.-
-When you returned and held out those little packets, I relaxed again. You offered them free of charge and I smiled as my eyes dropped to that open hand. I reached out and claimed them, my finger nails absently clawing down your palm.-
“Thank You.”
-I started to tear open the packets and you may notice that most of my finger nails were cracked and somewhat jagged. I couldn't help it, but I did look like a mess. I certainly didn't appear groomed with that shaggy beard, messy hair, and such. I lined all three of the pills up in a tidy little row. I helped myself to the bottle then and pushed another 200 euro note towards you. If I had known you didn't really accept euros, I would have felt bad and not being a further inconvenience. But I was blissfully unaware of that and poured some more into the glass.-
“What is this place? Florida?”
-I asked you quietly as one by one, I swallowed down all three of those pills. All I knew is that the flight was apparently to Florida some place, and that was if I had even got off at the right place. For all I knew, the landing had just been to change flights. It didn't matter. I had no where to go, nobody to see, not yet. I drained the glass and dropped it back down onto the bar as my eyes turned back up to You-
(03/04/16 : 20:26:47)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
[PIC]
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: The slow scratch of nails against the soft skin of that open palm sent a little shiver to dance along my spine. I hid it well, shifting the weight of my body from one sandaled foot to the other. But I didn't walk away. I lingered. Perhaps more than I should. I worried that I might make you uncomfortable. Being alone in a foreign country. But, I didn't think you feared much at all.
"You're quite welcome."
I didn't ask what happened to you. It just wasn't my way to probe. Subtle observation was my preference, unless of course you volunteered information. When you started to push another euro in my direction, my own hand came down to top yours.
"Tampa, Florida, yes. You don't have to keep paying. You can settle your tab when you are ready to leave. I trust you won't run out on me, yeah?"
Again, that smile found its way to my lips. The dark abyss of eyes haunted you. I didn't look down at the empty glass, instead I reached for the bottle and filled it again. Once your drink was settled, I turned long enough to claim another glass and poured myself a drink too. A small one. The glass was taken in the curl of my fingers as I lifted it in a toast.
"Welcome to the U.S. Damon."
A sinister little laugh was born from the curl of lips that settled to the edge of my glass as I sipped. It was like fire going down. And I burned.
(03/04/16 : 20:39:08)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
[PIC]
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -I noticed that shift of weight from one foot to the other. Perhaps it was because my senses were still raw right now and very hyper aware... or perhaps it was because I was studying You... either way... I noticed. Despite what you thought, because of course I couldn't read minds, Your presence did not make me uncomfortable. It in fact had the opposite effect. I had seen so much death, so much brutality, and loss, and hate. It was nice, to look upon something so beautiful, and your mere presence, it felt safe... Your hand came down on top of Mine and it sent sparks through my body. It wasn't pain. It cut that pain down like it was a feeble thing. Something else blistered through my veins and poured into my soul. I realised I had taken in a breath and held it, but I consciously focused on exhaling it slowly now, so that it appeared natural, or at least, as much as possible, depending on exactly -how- observant you were.-
-You answered my question and then mentioned the tab. You didn't get that in England, You had to pay for your drink immediately or you just didn't get one. But I nodded, making a note of that. When you asked your question, I shook my head.-
“I will not Run out on You, Serah.”
-When your hand left mine, my hand rose up just briefly as if seeking to follow, unwilling for you to let go. But it appeared like a fidget. Perhaps that's just what I did... fidgeted a lot... You poured yourself a drink and I took mine, raising it with You before tossing it back. I wasn't drunk, it took more scotch than that, but I was feeling the numbness in the pain at least.-
“You have a beautiful smile.”
-I said before I could stop myself. I wasn't flirting. Flirting meant intent and I was not trying to 'pull' you or seduce you. I was simply voicing a thought as it flashed through my mind.-
(03/04/16 : 20:56:25)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
[PIC]
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: I noticed that slight intake of breath. But I would dismiss it as just the unexpected contact of my hand with yours. It was an invasion of your space. Even now, as I hovered, I was invading. But I didn't want to walk away.
"Good, I'd be forced to chase you down. And its not easy to run in these shoes.
I teased. It was entirely true though. Wedge sandals were not made to run in. I stepped into the bar and leaned against it. So close the subtle scent of perfume might war with that of your whiskey. Maybe. I smiled bigger when you complimented me, unable to stop the slow creep of blush along the contours of cheekbones. Now I fidgeted. Those dark eyes glanced down and away, hidden beneath the sweep of long lashes as I blinking, fingers coaxing an invisible hair from my jaw line.
"oh... thank you.."
I couldn't fight that smile, it won out revealing itself fully to you, at least for a moment. I lifted my glass taking another drink. My cheeks burned now and so I hardly noticed the whiskey at all. My gaze would find you once more and study your face. I saw nothing but sincerity there. Honesty. You weren't trying to gain my favor...or anything for that matter. And yet you had it anyway.
"would you like more?"
More whiskey? More me? The thought raced through my mind. I didn't know you at all. But I found myself wanting to. I couldn't help the stray of my eyes to your lips. Wondering what that whiskey would taste like on you. I don't know where that thought came from. My cheeks burned brighter, hotter. You made me nervous. No one made me nervous. I shifted my stance again, claiming the bottle long enough to pour myself another and then I eyed your glass, lips persed slightly....yes..no... I seemed to debate, teasing the bottle towards your glass before pulling it away.
(03/04/16 : 20:56:25)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
[PIC]
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: I noticed that slight intake of breath. But I would dismiss it as just the unexpected contact of my hand with yours. It was an invasion of your space. Even now, as I hovered, I was invading. But I didn't want to walk away.
"Good, I'd be forced to chase you down. And its not easy to run in these shoes.
I teased. It was entirely true though. Wedge sandals were not made to run in. I stepped into the bar and leaned against it. So close the subtle scent of perfume might war with that of your whiskey. Maybe. I smiled bigger when you complimented me, unable to stop the slow creep of blush along the contours of cheekbones. Now I fidgeted. Those dark eyes glanced down and away, hidden beneath the sweep of long lashes as I blinking, fingers coaxing an invisible hair from my jaw line.
"oh... thank you.."
I couldn't fight that smile, it won out revealing itself fully to you, at least for a moment. I lifted my glass taking another drink. My cheeks burned now and so I hardly noticed the whiskey at all. My gaze would find you once more and study your face. I saw nothing but sincerity there. Honesty. You weren't trying to gain my favor...or anything for that matter. And yet you had it anyway.
"would you like more?"
More whiskey? More me? The thought raced through my mind. I didn't know you at all. But I found myself wanting to. I couldn't help the stray of my eyes to your lips. Wondering what that whiskey would taste like on you. I don't know where that thought came from. My cheeks burned brighter, hotter. You made me nervous. No one made me nervous. I shifted my stance again, claiming the bottle long enough to pour myself another and then I eyed your glass, lips persed slightly....yes..no... I seemed to debate, teasing the bottle towards your glass before pulling it away.
(03/04/16 : 21:05:45)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
[PIC]
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -When you teased about chasing me, I laughed quietly. The rising pain in my rib also saw that it was brief. But the combination of whiskey and pills had indeed helped greatly.-
“Maybe I should run then.”
-I said, also teasing. But kind of not. The thought of you chasing me made me feel naughty and where you couldn't help but smile that gorgeous, breath taking smile, I couldn't help but smirk devilishly over the thoughts of what would happen if you caught me. Perhaps I would run into an alley way, so that when you did chase, You would be all alone and secluded with Me. I forced the wicked, hungry thoughts out of my mind and looked to my glass when you made that back and forth motion with the bottle after pouring your own. I knew I shouldn't.-
“One more.”
-I said. Because I couldn't help myself. Against my survival instincts, I wanted more whiskey. I wanted more You. My gaze found the back of my hand and I scowled. I was straying off mission. My suicidal revenge vendetta would not see to itself.-
“I need somewhere to sleep.”
-I said out loud. Perhaps to you, perhaps to myself as I formulated the next step of my plan. I looked back up to you with a smile. It seemed impossible in that moment, Not to smile when looking into those soul devouring eyes of Yours.-
“Do you know a place? Doesn't have to be fancy. I just need a bed.”
-I had come straight here from the airport. I had no clue about this place and didn't know of any motels, or hotels that might be around.-
(03/04/16 : 21:14:09)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
[PIC]
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: It was good you were only teasing. I might break an ankle. Then someone would be forced to rescue me. I eyed you for a long moment, trying to push those thoughts out of my mind. Before it ended up in the gutter somewhere. One more then. The smile upon my lips softened as I fought the frown that threatened right behind it. Only one more. I filled your glass even more. Perhaps I was just trying to get you drunk so that I could take advantage. Who knew where you would wake up.
I nearly choked when you nearly verbalized what I had been thinking. It took me a moment to realize you were asking not telling. Smooth operator that I was, I blamed it on the drink.
"Went down the wrong pipe."
I coughed a little, taking another sip of the whiskey to hide my embarassment. I considered your question for a long pause.
"More euros?"
I voiced that question low enough. Wondering if eruos was all you had on you. There wasn't a hotel in this town that would take that. I watched you closely now, eyes fixed so that your own reflection stared back at you from the depths of that gaze.
(03/04/16 : 21:24:26)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
[PIC]
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -I watched you cough and considered reaching over the bar to clap you on the back. But I didn't, I just watched, trying not to appear amused. It was a little funny though... and cute. When you asked about the euros, I glanced through the bar in sudden paranoia and then nodded as my gaze returned back to You-
“Just euros”
-I said, as it dawned on me that it was likely going to be problematic for Me. I didn't have a bank account, at least, not one that would be valid for use over here. I had a lot of euros, more than anybody should carry on themselves at any time, but they were practically worthless here it seemed... I claimed that glass of whiskey and held it up to peer at the golden fluids inside. I was starting to feel drunk now. Good. I tossed it back in one. I didn't like to sip. Not with whiskey. I liked to drain it in one. That's why I would never just fill a jug with it and sip until my heart's content. I put the empty glass back down, and pushed it back towards you so that you wouldn't have to stretch to clear up. And then I waited, to hear if you had any places you knew of. I kicked back on the stool to rise to my feet, gingerly, but easier to handle than before I had entered. I kept my eyes on You though. And Only You.-
(03/04/16 : 21:32:10)
. t i t a n i u m . h e a r t .
[PIC]
. S e r a h J e n s e n .
I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: A subtle knod came with your answer. As I had begun to suspect. I didn't know why you were in the U.S. or even how. And I wouldn't ask. I wasn't even certain I wanted to know. But as I looked at you, getting ready to walk, I couldn't let you just go. I drank down the rest of my whiskey and cleared both of our glasses into the sink, together.
"I have a spare room, if the thought doens't frighten you."
I spoke the words as I tinkered around with the glasses, my gaze lifting to find you only after. I wasn't certain how you'd take that. If it was too forward or perhaps just too suspicious. It was a risk, I knew. But it felt right. I couldn't just let you sleep on the street. And what's more, I didn't want to.
"I mean, I won't hurt you or anything..."
A grin claimed my lips before I turned serious.
"But really, it's yours if you want it. Just say the word."
(03/04/16 : 21:38:09)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
[PIC]
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -I hadn't expected it. I was a stranger. Perhaps you were brave and didn't fear what would happen if I was -that- kind of person. Of course I was not, but still.. I frowned... not because of your words, but because of my own imagination of what could happen if I was a scumbag. Again, I looked around the bar to see if any were observing, but there was nobody who even appeared to notice us.-
“When can we go?”
-I said, looking back to You with a nod. It was a risk of my own too. I knew that I was overly paranoid. But I saw threat in everything now. You could be attempting to kidnap me and force me into the sex slave trade. Nobody would really tell. When you teased of hurting me, I couldn't help it. The words came without thought or hold back.-
“But I might hurt You.”
-Maybe I was teasing too.-
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I like the scars because I like the story.
Bravery, stupidity, pain---none of them come free.
| CIVILIAN | TAMPA FL |
= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to ||One Mind, Any Weapon||: I took your question as an acceptance of that offer. I don't know why I was surprised. But I was. I turned back to the counter to claim the keys and cell.
"Hey Jane.... cover me will ya. I've got to go."
I called out to a busty red head who had been working the tables over by the billiard table. She eyed me and you, pretty hard but she nodded, her eyes narrowed with curiosity. "yeah, yeah." She called back. I never asked for favors. But I knew when I came back to work, I'd get drilled with questions. I slipped around the bar then to join you, pushing that little phone into my back pocket. I was only 5' 5 but those sandals pushed me up another 2 inches easy. Not skinny as a rail, the thickness of thighs scissored, the whisper of denim told the story of movement. I was at ease in my own skin, comfortable with the ripe curves possessed by a real woman. At your words, a smile hinted in the depths of eyes as dark as midnight.
"You could try."
There was a challenge in the glance of eyes, a defiant rise of that delicate chin as I walked nearly into you. Only in that last step, I evaded, stepping around you instead as I went for the door.
"Are you coming?"
Outside the bar, I thumbed the little remote on my keys and the Ford Blazer chirped with a flash of headlights. The locks would trigger as they disengaged loud enough to hear. I walked around to the drivers side and slid into the seat and started her up. The truck was older, white paint with black leather interior. Used but comfortable. And paid for. I smiled at you from my seat, waiting for you. The key was slid into the ignition and the engine turned over right away. The radio came on and a song filled the car with melody... www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-D1EB74Ckg
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||One Mind, Any Weapon||
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.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
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= CITY of TAMPA =
-At a bar or pub-
says to . t i t a n i u m . h e : -My gaze passed to the woman you called out to and I committed the name to memory. She did eye ball me, but I didn't notice, I was already turning back to look at You. I watched you come around the bar and almost walk into me. I could have moved, even in my state, but I didn't. I risked it. And you swerved so suavely and I followed you Out.-
“I'm Coming.”
-Was all I said. When you approached that car, I came to a stop. Frozen in place beside it. I looked at you, then to the passenger seat, then to the back seat, and then all around me as Demons started to whisper inside that skull... ”Don't. She's going to kill You.” … I looked at you for the longest of moments as those demons continued to whisper... ”Isolation. It's the better way. Leave Now.” … Ultimately. These demons... I trusted them... because they had kept me alive despite all odds, but I moved around the car and got into the passenger seat. I had heard the song before and smirked discretely to myself. The demons were screaming now, but as I closed the door. They fell into silence and I turned to you, hoping you wouldn't ask me to put on the seat belt. I would do so, and pretend it wasn't a problem... if that was the case... but I knew it would just -crush- that rib of Mine and all those bruises. The fresh air had hit me now, making that beer feeling stronger. I wasn't drunk out of my face, but I was slightly light headed, relaxed, and my guard was dropping.-
“Let's go then.”