lifeanddeath
Rookie Marksman
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding
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Post by lifeanddeath on Mar 9, 2011 16:05:57 GMT -5
Akira stayed silent during the drive, mentally blocking out the loud music, his eyes gazing out the window. He was miles away now as each of them were doing their own thing. His mind kept returning to the words that Hizoku had said within the gas station. ”And all warriors have something to protect, what is it that you protect?” For some reason, the words would not leave his mind. What did he protect? ’I’ve never thought of that before....‘ His mind instantly began replaying every fight he had ever been in. Sure, in several he had been protecting himself, but the rest. ”Survival had played a part yes, but I did not seek them out to protect anything.....“ His face was blank as he stared at the passing scenery before casting a small glance at Hizoku and then, casting a subtle glance at Reiko in the back seat, her eyes closed and music blaring into her ears. ”Would I fight two protect these two?“ That was certainly a good question, Akira’s mind tormented the question, it would not leave his thoughts during the silent drive. Could he, one who fought for nothing, protect anything? Leaning his head against the seat he closed his eyes, trying to quiet his head. ~ Akira's hand snapped out and turned off the music as he opened his mouth to speak ”Pull in here...“,he spoke, finally breaking the silence between the three of them as he spoke over the drive. As the car pulled to a slow stop on the asphalt driveway , Akira hopped out, ”Wait here..“ He spoke in a quiet voice, into the open window before walking up the driveway, to a keypad beside the fence, quickly typing in six numbers and turning towards the fence to watch it open, with a quiet mechanical buzz. With a few quick steps, Akira stood beside the drivers window, waving Hizoku onward. "Keep it slow and preferably quiet..." he whispered into the open window before taking off on foot, hoping the man would know to follow Akira. Akira ignored the larger main house, it’s size way more than needed for those who lived in it. If they were close enough, his newfound teammates could see the look of disgust on his face as they passed the larger house. He quickly shook his head, his face morphing back to a blank expression as he burst into a run, his movements graceful as he gripped his sword while moving, ever ready for an attack. He blocked out the thoughts he had within the car, choosing instead to focus on his five keen senses. He could here the quiet rumble of the car engine behind him, but blocked that out, listening for any noises similar to that of the creatures. The place reeked of death, but Akira was certain it was merely the presence of the creatures outside the gate, so he continued on, keeping his eyes peeled for any of ‘them’. Circling around the house, Akira approached a smaller building, the ‘Guest House’ on the property, it had served as Akira’s living area..among other things. It was smaller than the main house, but still impressive nonetheless, cameras could be seen on every exit area and the door was reinforced on both sides, he was certain there was no way any of the creatures could get in here. He waved his hand towards the two in the car, beckoning them out as he warily approached the door, his hand typing in another series of numbers into a keypad beside the door. After six small beeps, Akira heard the sound of a heavy latch click and he pushed the door open, beckoning the troupe to follow. He pulled his sword partially from it’s sheath as he walked through the door, just in case his confidence was misplaced. His eyes pierced the darkness rather well as he reached beside the door, flipping several switches and blinking as the room filled with light. He walked a bit further into the room and looked around as the other two entered. The place was barely furnished, a couch, coffee table and a few chairs surrounding a wall lined with bookcases. A small stereo system was mounted on the wall, over half of the room was filled with bookcases, each loaded with books. The other half was the kitchen area, filled with a small table and the rest of your basic kitchen hardware. Off of the kitchen there was a small hallway leading to four doors, one going upstairs, on going to the basement and the other going to a small closet and the final door leading to a small bathroom. His 'house’ looked very uncomfortable, more a bunker than a place to live. As the other two entered the room, Akira circled around and pushed the door closed, hearing the heavy door latch. Leaning against the door, he sheathed his blade and rested it against the wall, glancing over Reiko and Hizoku before speaking. “Here’s the deal.”, he spoke quickly, My house. My rules. He waved his hand around to the room. ”Feel free to help yourself to anything in here, unless I say otherwise. The bathroom is down the hall“. he waved his hand towards the hallway, ”Stay out of the closet, unless I say otherwise.“ He walked over towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a long drink before continuing. ”Sleeping arrangements will be as follows. Hizoku gets the couch and Reiko, because she needs to recover will get my bed upstairs.“ He paused for a quick moment before speaking, his tone very stern. almost a growl. ”And stay out of the basement.“ with that final word, he looked over two of them, awaiting some sort of response. OOC: Not much but *shrug*
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Post by Hizoku Tsuwamono on Mar 9, 2011 22:13:58 GMT -5
The car ride was quiet, besides the music going. Nobody seemed to speak, which didn’t really bother Hizoku. Sometimes you needed some quiet time. And this seemed like one of those moments. Hizoku looked in the rear-view mirror to see Reiko up against the glass with her eyes closed. Seemed to be comfortable enough. Hizoku then looked at Akira from the corner of his eye to see him glancing over towards him. He wondered why Akira would look at him, maybe he was thinking about what he said earlier. Who knows. The drive seemed surprisingly pleasant to Hizoku. None of -them- got in his way, so he didn’t have to either run it over and damage the car, or try and dodge it. He was thankful for that little notion. He spotted Akira closing his eyes and possibly drifting off to sleep, which he probably needed. But hell, they all did.
- INTERMISSION -
All of a sudden, Akira turned off the music. And Hizoku was about to flip out at him for touching his music, but Akira spoke quickly to pull over. So Hizoku quietly muttered the words ‘Fuck you Akira’ under his breath and pulled up towards a giant gate. Akira got out of the car and started to push in numbers at a box. Hizoku reached in the back and poked Reiko in the arm. “Were here.” he said, without looking at her as Akira told him to quietly move forward. The car slowly followed Akira from 6 feet away from him. Hizoku looked at the giant house and frowned. He didn’t really like the rich, but he respected those who worked hard for what they are, and didn’t use family names. Like Reiko, she who worked hard for who she is, not relying on her fathers name.
He quickly saw the scorn on Akira’s face as they moved by the large house. “Rich kid who hates his family. Yippe.” he mumbled, not loud enough for Reiko to hear. She was a rich kid, but one who didn’t want any of it. Hizoku worked hard for who he is and he’s glad that he did it. It built character, and it showed how great he is at working for a honest pay. But he also did a little dishonest work on the side. Work for the Yamaguchi family. But some of the things he saw in that house, he would never forget. Like how Reiko’s father would beat her to instil fear into his men. When he saw that, he just wanted to rip off the mans arms and beat him with them, just to see if he liked it.
He knew he would get killed, thats why he didn’t do it. Survival is key, and doing something reckless like killing the head of a Yakuza family isn’t one way of doing that. Hizoku and Reiko were on the same page on wanting her father dead. Reiko had her reasons, and Hizoku his own. His reasons are, that man gave the police his family on a silver platter. It was pure hell when his entire family gone, he had nobody to be around. It was just him and his fists. And the large amount of people he could beat up with his anger and frustration. Hizoku gripped the steering wheel tightly as he remembered his family. But as he saw the little house in the back of this large area, his anger dismissed and he felt relieved that they found a place to hide out, at least for now.
Hizoku parked the car facing the direction they just came, for a quick exit if need be. Hizoku quickly killed the engine and got out of the car and grabbed a few items they would need. He followed Akira through the reinforced door and saw the big bare room. It had a few places filled with stuff, but besides that, it looked empty. Hizoku chucked the few items onto the floor and listened to Akira’s rules. I get the couch huh? he thought to himself. But it occurred to him, he never mentioned where he was sleeping. Then a giant grin came onto his face. Oh I see, the little lady sleeps in your bed with you huh? [/i] he snickered in his head. It was one of those times he needed a good laugh. But he felt like Akira would turn that blade of his onto him, so it wasn’t a time for jokes. When Akira was done talking, Hizoku looked at the couch and sighed. “You sure I’ll fit on that thing?” he asked, walking over and sitting on it. It was surprisingly comfy. He untied his boots and took em off, putting them under the table. He took off his gauntlets and put them onto the table and ran his hands through his hair and rub against his face. Alot has happened in the last couple of hours, and days to be exact. Whatever this was, it moved slowly from wherever it started. Cause the first one he saw was a few days ago. And it seemed like these two just saw them for the first time today. Moving slowly indeed. Hizoku sighed and leaned back into the couch. Getting more comfortable. Then he realised he could use a drink. “Hey Preppy, ya got any booze in here?” he asked while looking at his blood covered shirt. “And maybe a shower and washer?” he added as he took off his muscle shirt. Revealing the stone hard ab’s and the rest of his upper body. He put his shirt on top of his boots and awaited a answer from Akira. He couldn’t wait for a nice hot shower to clean off the sweat and blood he had all over.[/blockquote]
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Elfie
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Post by Elfie on Mar 10, 2011 13:53:41 GMT -5
However sleepy she had felt, then sleep was not within range for Reiko. She just enjoyed sitting there with her eyes closed, relaxing her muscles completely while letting the music carry her away. She remembered when she had been running out of the school. It was a memory she would not share with the boys, they would take it like she was weak. And if there was any kind of seed leading to that kind of thinking, then that might mean her death... She knew that both Akira and Hizoku would kill her if she would become a burden or give any kind of hint that she wouldn't have the guts to make it.
But yes.. at the school... A girl named Hitomi had been in the same class as Reiko. A pretty girl with her hair dyed blonde and light brown eyes. Reiko had known that Hitomi liked Akira for the past 2 years, but it wasn't something the young Yakuza daughter had really thought about. Hitomi was also the only girl in the class that had tried to befriend Reiko, not judging her by where she came from or how she entered the school. Reiko had always said she disliked her, but deep down there was something that pulled her towards the other girl. Maybe it was just her human nature, clinging to something that could be called a normal friendship.
And this day where everything had happened, when Reiko had first been introduced to the "Things" she had seen a flash of blonde hair as a girl had dashed past her up the stairs towards the roof. "Wait!" Reiko didn't know why she said that. She didn't know why the fuck she ran back towards the stairs and grabbed at the other girl's arm. Why did she want to protect her? Was it just because she felt she had to somehow keep clinging to her own human nature? Was she afraid that she would end up alone? "R-Reiko-chan?" Hitomi's eyes had been filled with tears. Absentmindedly Reiko had thought to herself that it brought out a rather golden color to the other girl's eyes. "The roof is filled with.. those monsters." Without saying anything more, Reiko had started pulling Hitomi with her. "W-wait!" Shut up... shut up or I will leave you. The purple haired girl shook her head a bit, trying to ignore Hitomi's voice. In truth she feared herself, and feared her reactions towards others. She didn't want to leave the innocent girl in a moment's spur of annoyance. Lord knew she was the least patient person out there.
"Just.. run." They passed a bunch of "Them", Hitomi's frightened screams making the monsters turn around and follow the source of the sound. Reiko let out a curse before clamping her hand down over Hitomi's mouth while hissing into her ear to shut the fuck up. She quickly pulled the girl into an empty classroom and closed the door silently while waiting for "Them" to pass. A quiet sob made her turn her head towards Hitomi, seeing that the girl was ... unusually pale. Don't tell me... "Where?" Hitomi looked wide eyed at her. "W-what?" Grabbing a hold of her shoulder, Reiko pulled the smaller girl closer to her. Her emerald green eyes narrowed a bit as she looked over her petite form. "Where did you get bitten?" Hitomi's mouth formed a silent "O" as she tried to back away while shaking her head. "N-no.." Fuck... fuck it all... A tired sigh left Reiko. If she was correct, then as in most zombie games she had played it meant Game Over if you got bitten. At from the way Hitomi reacted only made her more sure. "I-I don't want to die. I want to try to find my family." The other girl pleaded, knowing fully well that Reiko was now mulling over if she should kill her or not. "I .. have seen others change. I still have time. Please... Reiko-chan!"
Reiko closed her eyes with a soft sigh, then let go of the hold. She knew what she was doing was wrong. It was weak. But yet she couldn't bring herself to grab at the knife which was strapped to her thigh. "Go. Before I change my mind. Run fast. And when you change, don't even think about coming back here to try and eat me." Hitomi nodded quickly before she turned on her heel, grabbing at the door. A small pause, then she glanced back at Reiko. For a moment she seemed to be thinking to herself, before she reached her hands to the back of her neck and loosened her necklace. It was a silver locket with a picture of Hitomi's little brother who had died when he was just 5 years old. It was a necklace which she had never been seen without at school, something everybody remembered her with. And now, she held out her hand towards Reiko, offering that locket. "Please.. take it." Reiko glanced down at her open palm and then back into Hitomi's eyes. Slowly she reached her hand out and took the locket. Hitomi nodded and smiled before she turned her back on Reiko again, starting to step outside of the classroom. "Thank you." And with that she left. Probably one of the only signs of Reiko's "soft side".
~ Back to present time~
Reiko's hand went up to her neck, slowly her fingertips stroking over the silver chain of the necklace. She had it hidden underneath her shirt, not wanting anyone to find out what had happened. It wasn't until she felt the car's speed drop down and then a light touch on her arm that she snapped her eyes open and looked around, being drawn from her deep thoughts. After Hizoku had turned the car off, Reiko opened the door and swung her slender legs out of the car. She grabbed a few things with her before coming to a halt while she looked over the surroundings. Preeeetty impressive.. She made a very small whistle sound while letting her gaze run over the big estate. It was however the smaller building that caught her attention, the one they would be living in. It looked secure for the most part. She waited for Akira to make sure that everything was alright before she followed close behind Hizoku.
"Not bad not bad... for a bunker wannabe." Reiko looked around with her lips slighly pursed and a curious glance on her face while having her fingers linked behind her back. A slight interest crossed her gaze as she noticed the many books, thinking to herself that perhaps his tastes weren't -all- that bad. She took a few steps closer to one of the bookshelves when Akira's strong voice made her turn around and watch him while listening. Ooooh feeling territorial? Well she didn't mind getting the bed, so for now she didn't say much, but as he mentioned the basement she couldn't hold back any longer. "What, you keep all your porn in the basement? Makes me wanna go peek there already." She grinned while crossing her arms, a small challenge in her eyes while she looked Akira over. But where is mister-rules-guy gonna sleep? Surely he wouldn't suggest they share a bed? That was a very -very- interesting thought.
Hizoku spoke what was on her mind though. Would he really fit on that couch? Noooot the smallest person there. Reiko scrunched her nose up a bit from the smell of blood and sweat on her clothes. "Hizoku, yet again you speak my mind. A shower and newly washed clothes would be the closest to Heaven we could get now." She looked with hope at Akira, really eager to get to smell good again. Her eyes fell upon the half naked Hizoku, and with a boy-ish grin she whistled at him. "Hey there, easy on the stripping. You could make Akira go shy." She wondered if she would have to race him to the shower... she was up for that. She could probably use a few dirty tricks in order to win. However.. she was pretty sure she would have to end up sharing it with the very determined giant. And that is not gonna happen.. so I guess I'll wait. Akira better pray he's not gonna try to also get in before me. "Oh can you spare me some clothes if I get to wash mine, Akiiiraaa?" She purred his name while grabbing at the end of her skirt between her pointer finger and thumb, holding it a bit up as if to prove her point that it was way too dirty to be wearing inside of the house.
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lifeanddeath
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Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding
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Post by lifeanddeath on Mar 12, 2011 12:48:18 GMT -5
Akira ignored Reiko's mentioning about the basement, knowing that if he had acknowleged her comment, it would only lead to more confrontation about it. "There might be something , guess you'll have to get up and look yourself", a small smirk crossed Akira's face, he couldnt help but want to annoy the gaint by making him get up after getting so comfortable on the couch. "As for a washing machine...", Akira hopped around the counter and opened a sliding door in the wall to reveal a small apartment sized washer and dryer. "There ya go and the shower's down the halway, second door on your left"
Akira chuckled at Reiko's comment about him going shy with the half-clothed Hizoku "Not likely" he said quietly before looking down at himself. He too was covered in.. 'Hell' He didnt even know what half this was, blood, guts, his white shirt covered in flecks of everything within the creatures as he sliced them apart. 'Well... dont I look smexy' His pants were covered in, dirt and what looked like oil and ripped at the knees from some unknown source. He would certainly agree, they all looked pretty filthy He shook his head and chuckled a bit before turning his attention back to Reiko as she spoke.
His eyes couldnt help but trail down as she drew attention to her skirt and he found his eyes trailing down her leg and his teeth biting his lower lip slightly before he caught himself, shaking his head a bit. "Wha- Oh clothes...", Akira brought his gaze up her form and then looked down his own. He was a good portion taller than she and his long legs sure didnt help matters. "Hmmmm...perhaps there may be something suitable upstairs." His mind suddenly ran through what clothes he had upstairs, he sorely doubted he had anything that would fit her other than a shirt.... He quickly let out a nearly silent growl and focused on the room around him to keep the image from his head. "That is, of course, you can stand to be in the same room with me for more than a minute, Bitch" he spoke in a playful growl as he looked at her.
He turned his attention back to Hizoku, "I suppose since you asked first, you can grab the first shower...", he grabbed his bottle of water and a couple apples from atop the fridge and began walking towards the stairs, tossing the apples in the air nonchelontely and catching them. "However, I for one, do not want to see your tiny..", he flashed a smirk letting the obvious insult sink in,"ahem ...dont want to see you naked, so I'll be upstairs until you're done" He moved hopped up the stairs, quick in step, pushing open the small latched door and climbing into the bedroom above. He wondered if he would have a follower, as he climbed through the door, leaving it open behind him. He shrugged and tossed the three apples onto the bed before walking over to the small closet.
His room like the rest of the house, was neat and organized, each item in it's own proper place. His bed was made up, blankets and pillows neat and orderly. The deep red apples standing out against the white sheets on his bed. To the left of the bed was a small wooden stand, atop it an alarm clock and a lamp and several books strewn about in disorder, having toppled onto the floor at some point. To the right of the bed was a dresser, various items resting neatly atop it, including a case of clean and polished knives and surprise surprise, more books. The walls were adorned with pages upon pages of news articles about varying subjects, the only bare area was the large windows on both sides of the room, overlooking both sides of the small house. The floor was a polished wood floor, clean except for books laying in various areas. Akira shook his head as he walked towards the closet, "I've really got to pick these up sometime", he had a horrible habit of leaving books all over when he read and rarely picking them up. Crossing the room in a few quick steps, Akira opened the closet door and peeked his into it. To the right of the dresser was the closet Akira was now rumbling through, his hands flipping through various shirts, all of which on hangers, neatly within the closet. "I should give her something embarrassing....", he searched through his closet more intensely for a few moments, only to curse his choices in clothing.
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Post by Hizoku Tsuwamono on Mar 12, 2011 17:42:20 GMT -5
“Not a very hospitable host are we Akira?” Hizoku said with a small laugh. He sighed as he got up and walked over to the small kitchen area to basically raid the fridge to see if there was any booze there. He turned his head slightly to see the washer and dryer that they would have to use to clean their blood stained clothing. A small chuckle escaped his lips when he saw Reiko being a tease towards Akira. He looked inside the fridge and it had some basic food, eggs, milk, veggies, meat, some fruit. But what caught Hizoku’s eye, was the alcohol. Straight from Russia Vodka. He took it out of the fridge and looked for a small glass he could use as a shot glass. He looked around the kitchen and found a small cup, bigger then what he hoped for, but he’d use it anyway.
Akira said Hizoku could use the shower first, since he was the first one to ask. “Yeah, while I take my shower you guys can have a quickie.” he said, pouring his drink and quickly downing it. He coughed after putting the empty glass back on the counter and laughed. “That’s some good shit there Akira, didn’t think you to be one who would drink this stuff.” he said with a laugh. He completely ignored the ‘tiny’ remark Akira made and poured himself another glass. And quickly downing it. He shook his head and walked over to grab his shirt. He was gonna throw it into the washing machine and then take his shower. He watched as the two walked away towards Akira’s room. A shocking depressing sigh escaped his lips as he watched the two walk away.
He normally didn’t sound depressed, he was almost a up beat kinda guy. But at this moment, he couldn’t help but think of those he called his family. How were they doing? Are they okay? Did these things make it to them? Were thoughts that were kept being asked in his mind. He walked towards the shower room and went inside, locking the door behind him. He looked at the mirror and frowned. His chances of survival was great odds, but would he be able to survive with these two? Would he be able to protect them? A warrior has something to protect, but what was he trying to protect? He had asked the same question to Akira, and he hoped he would have a answer he could go off on. But he never got one. Hizoku turned the hot water on and let it ran for a minute, heating up.
He watched as the steam covered the mirror slowly blurring his own image. As it blurred, he laughed and shook his head. “What are you thinking?” he said to himself in a questionable tone. He undid his belt and took off his pants and boxers. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water hit against his body and rinse away the blood. He started to scrub off the blood that was on his arm and shoulders, then onto the blood that went through his shirt and onto his chest. Thanks to his long arms, he could reach on his back and clean off blood that got there. He didn’t know which blood was from ‘them’ and which blood was from another humans. Really, at this point, he could careless who he killed. As long as it meant his survival. That was the only thinking that could keep him alive. A selfish one.
If anything got in his way, they were good as those ‘things’ out there. Dead. He looked at the few kinds of shampoo and laughed. Different scents and one of them was a dog shampoo. He took one of the none scented shampoo and put it into his hair and started to rub it. It turned into foam and then the water rinsed it away. The foam moved down his body along with the water and into a small drain at the floor of the shower. As he ran his hand through his hair to make sure all of the shampoo was gone, he took a small bar of soap and started to rub it against his body, cleaning his skin from the dirt. It has been a long day for him. He hasn’t seen anything like this except in movies and video games. And he didn’t play alot of video games, but he watched a decent amount of movies.
Hizoku let the water run down his body one last time before turning the hot water off. The room was filled with steam as he looked around for a towel to use. He found only a few against a small stand. He looked at it, and grabbed a towel to wipe himself clean with. He was wondering why a rich kid like him, only had a few towels. Maybe the same amount as himself. It was indeed a bit odd. Why was Akira even living in this small bunker-like house instead of the main building? Family issues perhaps? Like it really mattered to him, he just shrugged it off and continued to wipe his body clean. He grabbed his boxers and slid them back on. He left the towel around his neck as he carried his black pants towards the washing machine. They needed to be clean along with his shirt. He yawned and went back to the kitchen for another drink. But this time he ignored the vodka and grabbed a beer. He walked back over to the couch and sat down, drinking the beer from the bottle.
“A Bear, A Snake and a Wolf.” he mumbled as he put the bottle to his lips, drinking in the alcohol. He looked around and didn’t see either of them, and then a giant grin came across his face. “Still not done lover birds?” he said in a loud voice, just loud enough to echo into the upstairs room. If they came into this room, they would see the giant Hizoku, sitting on the couch in a black plaid boxers, drinking a beer.
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Elfie
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Post by Elfie on Mar 12, 2011 18:30:25 GMT -5
Reiko placed the Ipod on the table in front of the couch while stretching lazily and listening to the males shooting small comments around. Weren't they the funny lil things? "I suppose Akira would only do good when it came to a quickie anyways, but must I remind you that I have so much better taste than that Hizoku?" She offered both males a sweet smile, with venom dripping from her words. "And I guess I can stand sharing the air a bit longer with you, prick." She smiled sweetly at Akira's remark. A small burst of laughter escaped her lips at Akira's "tiny" joke towards the other male, but since Hizoku seemed to ignore it then Reiko decided against commenting. She guessed she would have to tip toe just a bit around both of them at first. Surely she would want nothing less than having to fight that giant.
As Hizoku helped himself to the alcohol, Reiko prepared herself to follow Akira and try to play nice so she would actually get some clothes. And while at it, she also took a mental note to steal at least a few sips of the vodka before that bear of a man Hizoku would down it all. It was entertaining to think about how even if Akira was all "man of the house" around them, then he still was nice and polite enough to allow them both to take a shower before he would. Did he even notice that part of himself? But Hizoku would do better than to even think about taking his sweet time in the shower. He better be done with the shower before I return. She "obediently" followed Akira, while thinking to herself about how he had acted just a few seconds ago. Had he been .. checking her out? The thought seemed to be .. well weird. She was pretty sure he would not want her even if she was the last female on the earth. And yet, his gaze -had- been running over her. Well after all.. he -is- only a male. He can't really help it where his eyes go. Yeah, Reiko did not have much of a faith in the males. She was way too used to idiots and filthy jerks.
Up the stairs they went, Reiko's hands flew down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She was not the least bit shy by nature, and didn't really think that Akira would make a big deal out of this. It wasn't like this was that much different than seeing her in a bikini. Not that -he- had... but well. He's made it clear that he's not interested... I'd think. So whatever really.. The shirt she left lying on the staircase, she would be picking it up later to put in the washing machine. Now the locket... quickly she took it off and stuffed it into the small pocket of her skirt. She was starting to pull down the skirt also when they entered the room. Coming to a halt with the skirt poised at her hips, Reiko looked curiously around as if to take notes of how the "personal quarters" of the prick Akira were.
"Oh wow.. you really need to get laid dude. This is just waaayyy too organized." How could he -stand- having everything so.. neat and in place? Reiko's own room looked most of the time like World War III had taken place in there. The walls having each different color, multiple posters and pictures spread around in complete chaos. Her clothes were ALL over the place, as she was constantly searching for something she had thought she'd lost. I just ... want to blow a grenade in here or something. Down came her skirt while she kept looking around, and she neatly stepped out of it. If Akira would turn around now, he would get the honor of seeing the very much half naked Reiko Yamaguchi. A scene which probably 95% of the guys at school would pay a LOT to see. And not without a good reason.
Reiko ruffled her purple hair a bit before twisting about, trying to find something interesting to check out. She was wearing matching black and blue striped bra and panties with laces, and a tiny black ribbon right in the middle of the bra. Around both her creamy colored thighs were black straps with hoilsters in which were the trench knives. She loosened both the straps and let them fall down onto the skirt which was lying on the floor, before she took off her long sock and left it there also. She just couldn't -bear- wearing the smelly and bloody clothes any longer. Casually while Akira was busying himself in the closet, she tip toed towards the small wooden stand next to the bed and busied herself with checking out a few of the books. "Ya know, I can't really say I'm surprised to see all these books. God knows you -are- an epic goodie goodie student." With a fake horrific look on her face, she quickly let go of the book she had been holding. "The pages aren't glued together are they? I mean, I can't say I see you getting laid a lot... and there IS a loooot of books here. Is there a fetish that involves books?" With a small grin she advanced closer to Akira as she spoke these words. He would probably just shrug it off, but she really wanted to see if perhaps he would get a bit caught off guard. He just might have a book fetish after all. And if he did have that, then she was going to be torturing him over it until the end of days. ... However close that seemed to be.
All of the sudden Hizoku's voice echoed up to them, making Reiko snort a bit while showing the finger to the floor, in the direction of the voice. "Go die somewhere Hizoku." She looked up again, fixing her gaze on Akira with a suspicious look on her face as she placed her hands on her slender and yet beautifully curved hips. "And don't you even think about letting me have some bad clothes Akira-baka." God knew she would give him something awful if she would have to pick out something for him.
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lifeanddeath
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Post by lifeanddeath on Mar 12, 2011 20:31:34 GMT -5
Akira's listened as he ruffled through his closet, he heard Reiko follow him up into the bedroom. He knew exactly what Hizoku would think, with the two of them up here alone while the bear of a man showered. After all, Akira would've teased Reiko about it himself, no way he'd pass up that chance. Her footsteps were slow and Akira assumed she was examining the room of her most hated rival, hoping to gain insight into the man she had battled with for so long. 'Not as if she would find anything', he flipped through some more shirts, as he listened to her words. ”The books might have some relation to the grades yes.”, he chuckled, his tone completely sarcastic now, ”I mean, it's not like the two are related or anything, but I -suppose- there could be some sort of connection”.
As the sudden voice of Hizoku carried up to the room Akira had to hold back laughter, otherwise he might have fallen over laughing. ”Yes indeed, go die”, he spoke loudly, chuckling as he did, ”There are more than a few creatures who may be willing to help with that.” He then had to hold back more laughter as the image of Hizoku as a zombie came to his mind, as Reiko moved about behind him. 'That man as one of them...that is indeed a terrifying thought' He certainly hoped that never came to pass for he did not -ever- want to be forced to fight that man, zombie or no.
Akira finally settled on a shirt, his hand reaching up and pulling the shirt free of it's hanger. It was nothing more than a simple and plain black t-shirt, but given the size difference between Reiko and Akira, it would be more like a short dress on her, coming to her knees, if not farther down. ”I need to get laid?”, in one quick push, he fixed all the clothes in his closet, making sure they were neatly against the wall. He spoke again while turning, surely Reiko would hear within his tone, the teasing smirk that had grown on his voice ”Was that an offe-” He stopped suddenly, closer to the end of his sentence as he saw the barely clothed woman behind him. ”...offer” His voice came in a quiet manner, losing some of it's previous nerve and for less than a second his face flashed with an embarrassed look before his confident and teasing smirk returned. 'Interesting...interesting'
A wolfish grin came to his face in that instant, placing the clean shirt on the dresser beside him, he spoke in a teasing tone. ”Starting without me eh?”, his hand brushed down and quickly pulled off his own filthy white T-shirt. He needed out of it anyway and if he could get a rise out of Rieko while doing it, then all the more fun it would be. Completely removing the shirt, he revealed his toned and muscled torso, his skin littered with several scars from various injuries. His muscles were not large like Hizoku's but they were definitely there. In one quick step he moved closer to Reiko, leaning his face in towards hers with a soft teasing whisper, his smirk disappearing entirely as his lips were just barely away from hers. ”Im sure you would love to know what fetishes are locked up in my head wouldn't you.....” his words were slow, with each word he moved closer as if he were to kiss her, while his hand traced softly down her shoulder, teasingly down her arm, tracing dangerously close to her breast.
He kept this position, very close to her, yet barely touching her for a long moment before his wolfish grin reappeared and he moved quickly, snatching the clean shirt from atop the dresser and placing it on her head, before spinning in a graceful movement and falling backward on the bed, the grin still on his face. ”It would seem that Hizoku is done, so I'll be assuming you what the next shower?” He moved and put his hands behind his head, resting on the pillow, watching her. He couldnt help but find his gaze wandering down her barely clothed and his mind wondering form for a moment before he caught himself, praying to any gods that his face didnt betray his thoughts.
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Post by Hizoku Tsuwamono on May 14, 2011 22:17:53 GMT -5
With a yawn, Hizoku stretched his arms forward. Then the voices came from upstairs, telling him to ‘go die’. A grin appeared on his face as he heard the remarks. “If I were to go die, who’d protect your asses? Preppy? Princess? HAH!” He said with a laugh. He didn’t diminish their abilities, it was just, he didn’t see them making it far without his brute strength. Hizoku’s eyes wondered the room once again, trying to find something to do. His eyes stop against the wall and rested on a TV, built into the wall. He looked for the remote, which was neatly on the coffee table. “What kinda sick freak has his house totally clean? Only clean place in my house is my bathroom .. " he mumbled to himself, so that Preppy wouldn’t hear him.
He grabbed the remote to turn the TV on, just to have the NEWS appear. A low growl escaped Hizoku’s lips as he watched the TV. He didn’t like the NEWS, just another way the government can try and enforce ideas onto others. It showed a lady in a blue business suit, talking about ‘those’. The government said they would take care of it quickly, and that everyone should remain calm. But that was utter bullshit. Nobody who didn’t know how to survive was calm, even some who could survive weren’t calm. Only reason Hizoku’s calm, is because he has the skills to remain calm. He flipped off the lady on the TV, then he changed the channel to something else.
He flipped through the channels until he stopped at a movie that was showing on a TV station. The movie was oddly enough, a british satire movie called ‘Shaun of the Dead’. It was about a group of people trying to survive the zombie apocalypse. It was the scene where they are making their way to the pub while being chased by a bunch of zombies. Hizoku chuckled at the irony of the movie. The fact that what the movie portrayed, was happening right now. Only in Japan instead of England. Hizoku sighed, and remembered one of the people at the store he was held up in at the beginning of this whole thing.
-Flashback-
“What were those things!?” screamed a terrified woman, who seemed to be in her late thirties, early forties. The small group of strangers walked around the store as Hizoku stood at the back, with his back against the wall. He wasn’t talking much at this point. He was trying to sum up the situation that was going on at this moment. Almost everyone, at first glance, you could tell they were terrified. There was a elderly man, but he wasn’t terrified, he was glad. Oddly enough, his wife, was scared shitless. The woman who screamed earlier, she was upset and scared, and wasn’t helping the situation. Another woman and her daughter, they sat quietly together.
But the one who stood out the most, was a teenager. Not Hizoku no, but this guy, named ‘Loki’. He stood off on his own, farther away then the rest, especially Hizoku. Loki watched everyone, when he wasn’t watching the creatures outside. Loki seemed like he ENJOYED this situation. It was like this kid played waaaaaay too many zombie killing games, and watched waaaaaay too many zombie related films. From time to time, when everyone would gather to eat, he would mutter “your all going to die, but I’ll live in the end ... ”. Which is one reason people stayed away from him. Except Hizoku, he watched him when he wasn’t thinking of what to do when he got out of here.
Loki didn’t seem to eat or sleep much, just kinda sat/stood in his corner and watched. That seemed to be his little thing, watching. Hizoku didn’t like how he would mutter things about everyone dying. It wasn’t the way of the warrior, or even the one of a man. One would always protect others. But, if they even stood in your way, kill em. That’s Hizoku’s way. But this guy only thought of killing everyone. Which was a dangerous thing for survival. It must've been on the 6th hour that things turned for the worst. He finally snapped, or his last bolt finally broke his brain. He broke the barricade. Bringing those things inside, first devouring him, who he thought would survive the longest.
Most of the people didn’t make it out of there. Only the woman and her child, and Hizoku got out. The angry woman, died from those things. And the elderly man died of a heart attack, and the old woman, killed herself whith a knife to the heart. It was a cruesome blood bath. With Hizoku carving his way out of there. And the rest of the day? He spent with the woman and child, then with Preppy and Princess.
-End Flashback-
Hizoku took a drink of the beer he had. As he felt the alcohol move down his throat, he laid back into the couch and smiled. It was good to be alive. He’d rather be alive and fighting then being a bloody zombie. He kept the gun, because he might need it in-case he gets bitten. He would shoot himself, so that he wouldn’t turn. Not for himself mind you, but for others sake. He would be like a wild bear, who just happened to be a zombie who would eat your brain and turn you into one. He didn’t need more then one bullet, cause if someone else turned with him, he’d just kill em himself.
Hizoku watched the TV, it was going to the credits of the movie when he finally began to watch it seriously. “Fuck.” he said, taking another sip of the beer. Now what would he do? Sit here and think of other events that happened in the past? Or would one of those damn kids come downstairs after they finally pull each other off of the other. It was boring without someone to talk to, and tease in this case.
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Post by Elfie on Feb 8, 2012 19:55:32 GMT -5
His reactions weren't quite what Reiko had thought. She had expected a blush, flailing, cursing.. pretty much anything else than that small smirk. Sure she had caught a whiff of something close to embarrassment, but it didn't last long enough for her to be able to gloat or smirk herself about. Instead, the bastard surprised her by asking if she had started before him, as he then reached down and pulled off his own shirt. Blinking slowly, Reiko's gaze got drawn down his body before she snapped it up to his face again. Her teeth bit tightly together as it needed all of her willpower to not flare up in a scarlet color yet again. I'd think I'm done with my blushing for today. But man, he had some nice build. She would have never thought that the nerd she was endlessly having verbal fights with, could actually be.. a hunk.
And the scars on his body proved a bit of what he said about his fighting skills. Even more of a surprise that was. Her breathing stopped in her throat for a second as Akira stepped closer, and she found herself to be lost in his blue gaze. And she almost jumped out of her skin for the second time that day when she felt the light brushing down her shoulder and arm. Her lips tingled a bit as she imagined how it would be like if he moved just a little bit closer.. just .. a bit. Or if she moved... WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING!?
She started to move a bit away with a renewed feisty look, as Akira himself suddenly stepped away and Reiko found herself to have a shirt on her head. She glared at the male as he plopped down on the bed, and she was sure her breathing was as fast as if she had been running a marathon. Her skin had a small glow to it, like a slight pink hue was about to emerge, and yet was held back. By pure willpower of course.
What is that bastard up to? Why is he so unpredictable all of the sudden? Why wasn't he awkward and stumbling around her teasing? It irritated her to no end, and she grabbed one of his many books and tossed it over her shoulder as she turned away, hoping that the book would hit the boy on the head. As she turned, the multiple scars which layered over her back and the back of her thighs came to view. They had different shapes and different colors, as some had been results of burns and some with a lash of a belt or a stick of some sort. But underneath that scarry yet smooth and milky-white skin, her trained muscles moved smoothly.
"I would sleep with one eye open if I was you, prick. Don't think you can laugh at my expense and get away with it. And you better change the covers on that bed if I'm supposed to sleep on it, I'd rather not lie there in your disgusting fluids and smell." And with that, she picked up the skirt, and was out of the room while holding the T-shirt in her hand. She couldn't believe that she let him lead her on! To actually think he would kiss her or do something... something yeah.. Reiko angrily shook off any thoughts that went into a wrong direction.
She sailed down the staircase while still fuming a bit, picking up the shirt while at it, before going into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. As soon as she was alone within the sanctuary of the bathroom, her fist came into contact with one of the walls as she muttered a curse. "Don't you dare let him get to you, Reiko. Don't you dare." She moved over to the sink and stared into the mirror. Her face looked a bit pale and there were dark circles under her eyes. But she still looked beautiful. She had always thought of her looks as a somewhat of a curse. Unneeded attention was often brought her way. Closing her eyes, she felt a faint throbbing in her knee. After breathing slowly for a few seconds and gaining her composure, she stripped off her panties and bra, took off the wrappings from her knee, and stepped into the shower. A groan of pleasure slipped from her lips as the warm water started an assault on her skin.
She grabbed a random flask of shampoo and cleaned her hair, before doing a thorough cleaning of her body. The water was so warm she was dancing underneath it so she wouldn't get burnt, but finally she reluctantly turned the water off and stepped away from the sweet haven of water. Her hands found a towel which she used to quickly dry her hair and herself with, before she pulled the black T-shirt over her head. It fell loose down to her knees, but still clung a bit here and there to her damp features. All of her clothing was dumped into the washing machine, but she didn't start it as she wondered if Akira wouldn't want to wash something also. Not that I give a shit.. but the fucker might throw my clothes away if I play some games with the washing machine.
She combed her fingers through her damp hair, before stepping out of the bathroom and going to the kitchen. It hurt a bit more to walk now when there were no bandages, but fuck if she knew how to put new ones on as neatly as the bastard Akira had done. Plus she didn't exactly carry a first-aid kit on her, so her knee would just have to deal with this. The swelling was getting reduced, but it was still very obviously swollen and badly bruised. From the fridge she snatched a beer and went to the living room where the half naked Hizoku was sitting. Lifting her beer as if toasting with him, she sat down on the couch next to him and stretched lazily. It didn't bother her much that she was wearing neither panties nor a bra, but maybe -someone- would make a fuss if he realized.
Casting a glance towards Hizoku, Reiko chuckled a bit. "Jesus just how big are you? I'm pretty sure the couch will break if you start tumbling in your sleep."
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Post by lifeanddeath on Feb 12, 2012 1:17:15 GMT -5
“I bet you would like my fluids elsewhere though wouldn’t you.” Akira yelled after her as she walked out, loud enough so she would hear, but the mammoth of a man down stairs would not. His hands reacted quickly to catch the book despite his eyes focusing more on the woman’s skin as she walked towards the door. His eyes caught a glimpse of the many scars that marked her back and thigh, each varying in size and shape, and for a moment his face held brief and quickly concealed look of surprise. In that brief moment a wave of comprehension hit Akira like a brink in the face, he was certainly no stranger to scars not the incidents that cause them to be etched into a person’s skin. The very attitude he despised made more sense to him now, he was certain he knew the general way that these scars came to be marked into her luscious and smooth skin, it was likely that the two of them perhaps had quite similar stories, he understood that now. Yet even this newfound understanding wouldn’t shake off the rivalry and bored line hatred that had grown between the two for many years now and because of that Akira quickly shook away any concern of her past. I need her alive, that’s all, her past is of no concern to me. The thought was only a half truth, for he would never admit to himself why he needed her alive.
Yet, despite his feelings for her, some being obvious whilst others hidden, Akira couldn’t completely suppress the growing feeling of arousal he felt from having been so intimately close to her merely moments ago during his most recent attempt to get under her skin. Yet, even as he had played it cool his body felt warmer and some part of him did indeed regret that he hadn’t gone further, but he would never admit that to himself, even as his eyes followed her form as she collected her clothes from around the room, sometimes bending to reach them, his eyes as if moving on their own followed the curves of her skin, following the lining of her panties and bra. ’When did she become hot..’ He would’ve never admit it before, but now that he had seen her like this, there was no way that he could help it, there was a nearly naked girl he responded as any teenage… more so, any guy would have. He shook his head of the growing thoughts and let out a chuckle, speaking to her as she stepped down the stairs, “And don’t you enjoy the shower ‘too much’ ” he said, the implications of his shower obvious. Perhaps teasing her and then letting her take a shower would give her a bit of an easy way out of the torment he hoped to have inflicted upon her. ”At least in part.., he thought, ”she’d hate me even more if I had been the one to do –that-, in my shower nonetheless. Yet now that she was gone and he was left alone with his thoughts, he found his mind wondering into that very scene of her in his shower, vivid images flashing in his head to such an extent that he let out a growl and fiercely shook his head. ’There’s no way Im thinking of –her- like that’, he told himself as he forced himself to get up and shake away the feeling of arousal within him as he tossed the book he had caught to the floor where it landed with quite the thud as he reached into his dresser and pulled out a pair of faded and worn jeans from the top drawer before slamming both the drawer and his closet door shut. Somewhere within he knew what had suddenly had made him so agitated so quickly, but he wouldn’t give any credit to it, knowing the source. He did however, know for certain that he couldn’t go down stairs with the smoke that was soon to be coming out his ears, that would breed too many questions, questions he didn’t feel like trying to answer, thus he stopped leaning his head against the cool wall as he closed his eyes. He forced his mind to empty as he took several deep breaths, slowly feeling the anger within to abate. Calm..
Akira continued this exercise for several minutes until he heard the bitch step out of the shower and shortly afterward she stepped out of the bathroom. ’About time..’ he thought bitterly as he stepped out of his room and bounded down the stairs, seeing only the slightest glimpse of Reiko as she moved into the other room. Other than his trip down the stairs, he didn’t make much noise to make his presents known, unlike Reiko; he closed the door quietly rather than slam it (a gesture of hers that had given him much pleasure, letting him know that at least in some way, he had gotten to her). He didn’t take long to get under the hot water of the shower (what would be left of it anyway). I swear if that bitch used all the hot water! He stripped himself of his pants and boxers and flipped on the water, turning the heat all the way up and jumping in without even testing it’s temperature.
It was a bittersweet agony, the feeling of the scalding hot water on his skin. Akira was no stranger to pain and this water was both excruciatingly painful, yet pleasant at the same time. The heat of the water emptied him; it prevented his mind or body from focusing on anything else, other than the sting the heat brought. Yet, because of his previous two houseguests, his rapture was short lived. The water sputtered for a moment before the warmth slowly faded, quickly being replaced with the temperature of ice. “Fuck” he growled out, his wanted to jump through the wall as the cold hit his heated skin, heat that he suddenly missed so dearly and Akira found that he had never jumped out of the shower so quickly in his life, feeling lucky that he had the hindsight to wash despite the agony of the previous heat.
His moment of solace having ended he shut off the water, carefully avoiding the shower of water as he did so, having no desire to come in contact with that cold again so quickly; Akira let out an unsatisfied growl as he reached over to grab a towel and dried himself off quickly and quickly pulling on the pants he had brought, disregarding the fact that he’d forgotten to bring anything to wear underneath them. ’It’s more comfortable this way anyway’ , he shrugged and decided he might as well go play host with his newfound and rather unwanted houseguests. He stopped for a moment and opened up a small drawer only to pull out a wrap similar to the one he had used on Reiko earlier, “I doubt that dumb bitch is smart enough to do this by herself.” Knowing that the small insult could be heard with the now opened door Akira went to join his two houseguests with a small impish smirk lining his wolfish features and a towel draped over his shoulders.
Akira gave the room a brief once over as he stepped into it, the TV was on, but he paid little attention to the mindless box anyway. It seemed Hizoku took up a large majority of the couch, save only the small spot that Reiko had seated herself on. They were both wearing a minimal amount of clothing, not that he could say much about that as he only wore the tight jeans, faded and worn from use, with even a small hole beginning to form near the crotch; the rest of his form was bare, with obvious exception of the towel he wore over his shoulders. He did note that the two of them both had indulged themselves in the contents of his kitchen he noted, before opening his mouth to speak as he crossed the room, “We are all more comfortable now I believe? ”, he resumed his polite manner from before as he gave Hizoku a small nod and Reiko a small glare, both of acknowledgement. His eyes barely passed over the bear of a man, but he found his eyes lingered on Reiko longer than he would’ve liked to admit as he took a small leather bound journal from the bookshelf across from the couch. He was indeed correct in his previous assumption, his black shirt came just barely above her knees and he couldn’t help but notice how it formed to her skin as it was still damp from the shower, his eyes glanced at her breast and it was easy to tell there was not- - ’No.’ he told himself as he quickly cast his attention to the journal in his hands as he mentally shook away the glance he had just afforded himself.
“Your leg will need wrapped again.” Akira told Reiko as he looked up, not a question but a statement, he wasn’t really giving her a choice in this, if they were to be relying on each other for survival he would need her in the best shape possible. He seated himself on the edge of the coffee table in front of her, close enough to her that he wouldn’t have to move but a few inches to reach out and touch her thigh, but he forced himself to keep control of his composure as he patted his knee, obviously gesturing for her to prop her lug upon it.
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Post by Hizoku Tsuwamono on Feb 13, 2012 11:28:02 GMT -5
He heard the footsteps, quick paced, slightly pissed off. He knew right away who it was. He looked towards the hallway, seeing if she was either going to go into the living room first, or if preppy was going to follow after her or something. But he was wrong, she slammed the door to the bathroom and after a few seconds, the shower started up. Hizoku sat there, sighing before taking another swig of his beer. He was bored, and all he could do in this moment was think of different ways of teasing. "Did you make sure to wipe all that cum off?" "I hope you swallowed." "Rubber or Raw?" "I swear to god, in 9 months time, and theres a preppy little bastard running around, I'll kill him." All these different lines running through his head. Grinning at each one.
After a few minutes, he heard the shower stop. Yet, she has yet to leave the bathroom. What was she doing? Masturbating with the showerhead and now she's all flustered? Jesus christ kids today. He sighed as he waited for the girl to leave the bathroom. He peered over towards the entrance to the hall-way and saw her wearing only a large black t-shirt. Still wet from taking a shower, parts of it stuck to her flesh. And it very well just seemed like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer for herself.
She lifted her beer to him, and he did the same to her. A salute among comrades. She sat down on the couch and stretched out, the t-shirt still very baggy, yet clutching to her skin. Hizoku didn't really give a flying fuck, mostly due to the fact that she was like a little sister to him. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as she spoke to him. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he grinned. "200.66 cm. So if this thing isn't a pull out couch, we're fucked." he said with a short laugh. Sometimes his height was a challenge, but he found ways to deal with it. And it sometimes comes in handy.
He peered over at her once again. "So," he began, with a mischivious grin slowly creeping across his face. "Did you wipe all the cum off? And made sure all of it was out of your pussy?" he continued, sipping back his beer, keeping his grin slightly. As he turned his head towards the television, he heard the shower going. "Silent as a wolf stalking it's prey." he spoke softly into the mouth of his bottle. He picked up the remote and flipped through the tele, hoping to find something interesting that he and the little snake can watch. He towered over her, which he used in the past to tease her with. He'd hold something higher up then her reach and jumping abilities. Ahh did he miss those days.
The days of people not trying to kill them. After a bit, the wolf decided to grace them with his presence. Hizoku watched as Akira gazed the room. "How many rounds can the wolf go? And I'm surprised you didn't Knot her." he said right before Akira spoke. "I'm quite comfortable thanks." he said, saluting him with his beer. Hizoku had his mouth open to say more, but it seems that Akira was more interested in another prey. Hizoku put his hand over his mouth and snickered. "Oh you two, didn't you both just go a few rounds already?" he said while watching Akira sit down on the coffee table. "Woah, slow down big boy," Hizoku said, showing a fake surprised expression. "You two don't need to rush into marriage~" he said, emphasizing on the word marriage.
But he watched the two, noticing the sexual frustration between them. In HIzoku's mind, he could only think of one possible solution. "Just fuck her already." That's basically what his mind thought of these two sexual frustrated delinquents. The grizzly of a man sighed and put his feet onto the coffee table. He was bored, he needed entertainment. But he continued to flip through the channels on the idiot box as the two others did their medical treatment shit. He appreciated the fact that preppy here was a doctor wannabee. It'll really come in handy. And it'd be a great shame to have to kill him. So as long as he can prove his worth, he's golden. But Hizoku stopped on the music channel. "D'oho, that's interesting don't you think?" he said with a chuckle.
He wasn't a fan of that kinda music, but at least it gave him a laugh. If it'll pass the time, he's game. "Listen Doctor Preppy," he said, watching the tele. "Is this couch a pull-out?" he said, in a serious tone. It wasn't a 'OMFG the world is going to end!?" kinda question, but, it was a serious question for Hizoku. He didn't want to be in a bed that'll just hinder him. He'd personally prefer to sleep in the bed, more room y'know? But alas, he was only a guest in this house, and he had to obey the laws of this kid. He also had to act as a mediator between the two if they had a little marrital spat. And they couldn't afford to piss off the grizzly bear. So his word was also a law. The two wee ones let personal feelings into the mix, which wasn't the best for survivability.
OOC: not coding e.e
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Elfie
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Post by Elfie on Feb 17, 2012 18:42:16 GMT -5
"200.66 cm. So if this thing isn't a pull out couch, we're fucked." Reiko let out a hearty laughter while she imagined the giant trying to comfortably fit onto the couch. Either his legs or head dangling almost to the floor. Man, that was something she just -had- to see. After having her fill of laughing, Reiko drawled with an obviously teasing tone. "Well we could always fight over the bed, but I would of course win." Damn it was nice to have someone she knew and actually liked around. If it had been just her and Akira, neither would be alive now. And if some stranger had tagged along or someone she didn't like ... well, the same would apply. There wouldn't be anyone alive of them. But she could trust Hizoku, to that extend which she trusted other humans.
She would rather trust a zombie than Akira, but for the time being it seemed he would prove vital to their little group of survivors. At least for now. She didn't have any doubt that she and Hizoku could silence him forever if they decided so. But it was like her mind automatically dismissed the idea. Was she so used to having him around to fight with, that she would actually miss him if he was gone? Damn I'm such a masochist.
"Did you wipe all the cum off? And made sure all of it was out of your pussy?" As Reiko had been lifting the beer bottle to her lips, she stopped midway and her left eyebrow started twitching uncontrollably. "Hiiiizoookuuuuu!" With a heated growl, like a fierce lioness, the young girl had jumped up on the couch and was battering at Hizoku like an enraged squirrel monkey; while she called him every bad name there was. "I will stab you in your sleep ya know." She fussed and fumed while sitting down again, just as Akira came into view. Most probably the blonde giant would laugh his ass off at her violent outrage, but that might just prove nice. They needed some laugh in these darkened times. Her eyes did a quick examination of Akira though, and annoying, Reiko had to admit to herself that the only word coming to her mind was; Yum. After that she of course mentally slapped herself a few times and gulped down a couple of large sips of the beer. Perhaps hoping she could drink some sense into herself. Yeah.. not exactly how alcohol works but okay.
"Well look who made it alive from the shower. Why don't we all just give a little applause." Faking a small gag, Reiko seemingly ignored Akira's presence until he plopped down in front of her. She had indeed heard his muttering in the bathroom, and wanted to shove the beer bottle down his throat. But instead, she looked rather confused as he gestured to her to place her leg on his thigh. What the heck is with this nurse wannabe role he's playing? Shrugging, she did as he asked for, but a dark grin crossed her lips as she had lifted her leg. Ever so sneakily, so that Hizoku wouldn't notice, she shifted the slightest as if out of pain from stretching out her leg. But instead she had been shifting a bit so that her legs spread a little bit further than was needed. And that gave Akira a very good glance under her T-shirt. Straight at her non-panty clad state.
As sneakily and swiftly as she had flashed the poor guy, Reiko adjusted herself so that her thighs were close enough again so he wouldn't see anything anymore. But it would be interesting to see his reactions. She herself needed all of her willpower not to glance immediately at him, but rather keep a watch from the corner of her eyes. She wanted him to have to think if this flashing had been an accident or not. It might give him something to mull over for the rest of the evening. In the meantime, she started talking, while snorting at Hizoku's choice of music.
"If you start dancing like they are doing in that video I will go and take my chances with the zombies. But well, I guess you two both know what we need. A plan. We can't stay in this house forever, as surely we are bound to be found by 'them' or by other survivors that wish to horde supplies or simply kill us for fun." She dismissed the idea of her sounding like a total pessimist. She was simply trying to be realistic. The world was now fucked over, so people just went wild. Ordinary salesmen who had never done anything wrong turned into crazed men that raped and killed. Teens robbed and kidnapped. Even children were forced to cheat and lie in order to survive. Sure, this was just newly started. But anyone that had seen a zombie movie or played a game based on zombies knew that this was all bound to happen.
It was just how humanity functioned. We are predators. To eat or be eaten. "Surely we can stand our ground for a while, but how long? Do you have any supplies here? Your own source of electricity? Weapons? Because we sure as heck may be skilled in our own ways, but we cannot stand against everybody that decide to go mental in this damned city." She looked at Akira as she spoke at first, but at the end of her small lecture, she looked also at Hizoku. Reiko was curious to know what they would suggest. "Perhaps we could make a stop at my place... I know it is heavily armed and there is plenty of supplies we could take. Heck with luck there are still some good cars around if we want to upgrade from that blue piece of crap we arrived in."
And with luck, the old man is around there. There was no mistaking the slightly twisted and dark glint which took hold of her beautiful eyes for a short moment. The way the side of her mouth lifted in the smallest of a cruel smirk, before Reiko pulled her mind free from the dark thoughts. All in good time. If all the bodyguards were still alive it might prove a bit hard to get to her father, but Reiko had a feeling she might get lucky.
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