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Post by Arlaye on Jan 11, 2008 11:33:32 GMT 1
This room is very small and very bland, without any furniture. The polished wooden floorboards are now dull, having been coated with dust. The wallpaper has a floral pattern on it, but has gotten faded. Even the view from the window is boring: all you can see is some sky and some rooftop. The only interesting thing about the room is a framed painting of a lady in a fancy, old-fashioned dress.
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Post by Arlaye on Jan 11, 2008 11:39:53 GMT 1
The curtains moved slightly as Irina swished in through the slightly-open window. She materialised in the middle of the room, already confident that there was nobody in here. Lifting both feet from the floor, she sat in midair and prepared to meditate. She folded her hands in an almost prayer-like manner, closing her eyes. Hopefully nobody would interrupt her, but she couldn't count on it - the manor still wasn't fully explored and there was a chance that someone curious might stumble into the room. At least Spike might remember not to touch her this time.
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Post by Viempar on Jan 22, 2008 22:37:38 GMT 1
Vi walked in, removing his last item of clothing and leaving the pile on the floor. He heart a loud beat a froze. A heartbeat? A footstep? A drum? He paused and it sounded again, it seemed too far apart for a heartbeat but it was too hollow to be a drum or footstep. He straightened up, cocking his head to one side and when it sounded again he walked over to where he thought it was, reaching out with his hands, crouching awkardly. He felt breath on his hand and he shivered, it was warm and comforting, and brought back memories of his lover's breath on his shoulder. Still completely bare, he brushed his fingers along their cheek as they began to exhale again and stroked their luscious young cheek. Strong cheekbones over a plump hollow of her cheek, it was Irina definately. Unaware of his nakedness, he sat for a few moments in front of her, the dried blood in his hair making it fall loosely of his blackened eyes, wisened with the torture of enternal battles. He smiled to himself, barely noticing the new prick of his teeth. He did not bleed as they were blunt from the battle, and it was not blood he was lusting after now. Feeling his body heat he became aware of his situation and spun around as he stood, fumbling for the en-suite doorway and dissapearing into the bathroom.
Once alone, he felt his breath return heavily, his body warmer than the water which ran almost boilding over his skin. Some even evaporated. Had he burned her? No, she didn't move, she must'nt have noticed him. Was she sleeping? Why would she sleep and her heartbeat lower to almost being dead? He puzzled over what she was doing and made a point of trying to ask her later. Perhaps he would find the reason for her stillness, or perhaps he would simply relive the evens earlier and e intimacy he had shared with her, from a distance and only for a few seconds while she was unaware. He continued to shower, pulling at his hair to remove the stains and scrubbing his body to rid it of the overpowering smell.
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Post by Arlaye on Jan 28, 2008 15:21:03 GMT 1
Irina vaguely sensed that something was disturbing the room, but she did not feel the touch on her skin. It might have been the gentlest breeze or the house crumbling around her, and she wouldn't have known the difference. She was too far away. What she did notice was the change in temperature. Her home in the ghost apartment had been a real fire risk, so she'd become attuned to sudden warmth. Without moving, she blinked and glanced around nervously, eyes narrowed. The warmth she had felt was already gone, and the only sign of disturbance was a piece of black clothing lying by the doorway. Quietly as possible, Irina unfolded herself and floated over to pick it up. Whose pants? she wondered, but there was an splashing sound from the next room as the water was turned on. Somebody must be showering. Bunch of rude bastards. Why this room? There's no bloody shortage of other rooms, she griped silently, jaw clenching. She was annoyed with whoever had disturbed her, and she also had their pants. Tossing the pants over one shoulder, she marched towards the bathroom door and rapped smartly - she wouldn't put it past Spike to do something like this, and she'd like to see his face when she threw his pants out the window.
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Post by Viempar on Jan 28, 2008 17:42:36 GMT 1
Vi heard the knock like thunder right in his ear. He winced and gripped the tap of the shower, slowly turning it off with an ear peircing shriek. He opened the door a notch and swung his head out of the shower. "Hello Irina." He said simply, smiling slightly, a drip curling over his wet full lips. He brushed his soaking hair back slightly so it didn't poke into his black eyes and adjusted the door so he couldn't be seen unless she leaned a little. Her heartbeat had slowly gone back to normal, and then sped up. Was she angry? Excited? Aroused? He smirked at his last idea and tried to adjust wher his eyes were pointing so he seemed to look more at her. The shower was ridiculously hot although Vi was drying quickly as he heated up his body, the water sizzling off and creating a thick vapour around the room that smelled of minerals. "Did you need something?" He asked sweetly, swinging slightly off the doorframe he was clinging to, feet still in the bottom of the shower.
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Post by Arlaye on Jan 28, 2008 23:05:58 GMT 1
Maybe I should just rip the pants in half and then give them back, Irina was thinking when the door opened. For a moment she just glared in surprise, then she suddenly gave a huge twitch. "Jesus H! I didn't realise it was you in there. Thought you were Spike being a cheeky bastard. D'you want your pants back? You left them on the floor," she said all very quickly. Should've known it was him, he's blind, isn't he? Still, he knows who I am... Not knowing about his sensitive hearing, she wasn't sure whether he'd come in by mistake or on purpose. Or whether he'd left his pants on the floor on purpose. Maybe it was a blind person thing - they probably didn't care so much about their pants because they wouldn't know to be embarrassed when someone was looking at them. Suddenly another thought occurred to her: if he couldn't see, then how would he know whether or not she was looking? "Here," she said, holding his pants out and sidling forward with a mischievous grin.
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Post by Viempar on Jan 29, 2008 22:38:45 GMT 1
Vi heard her move and almost as a twitch of a reaction, he closed the door with a bang. It was sudden and unexpected, and he didn't mean it. Hearing her move closer was a warning sign, he thought she was going to hurt him. Feeling that he was being ridiculous, he opened the door a sliver and stuck out his hand, fumbling for the black material. Grabbing it, he pulled his boxers inside and jumped into them quickly, hitting his funny bone off the shower handle.
Now decently covered, he opened the door again and smiled. "Apologies. I was just listening for some pipes or a shower and this was the first one I heard. I thought the room was empty, there was barely any noise." He explained, scratching his head nervously. He suddenly felt a shiver, but it was not one from the cold. He slipped out of the bathrom and past Irina, who was standing uncomfortably close. "You wouldn't mind helping me track down the rest of my clothes?" He asked, feeling a little embaressed, despite the fact he couldn't see if this was awkward for her or not. Really he was embaressed because he had to ask for help. Clothes didn't make noises, and it would take him hours to shuffled around the house and find them.
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Post by Arlaye on Feb 1, 2008 3:06:44 GMT 1
Irina winced as the door nearly hit her on the nose. Heheh, I guess blind people are sensitive like that after all. After handing him the boxers she stood a bit further from the door to avoid startling him again. Suddenly there was an odd noise, it sounded as though he was having a clumsy moment. I'm glad I'm not blind, she thought to herself, briefly wondering what it was like until Vi re-emerged. "I was meditating, which is why you didn't hear me," she explained. "I have to take advantage of the quiet times, otherwise I can't levitate. You might know what it's like to be grounded that way." Heading for the doorway, she peered out into the corridor, where the staircase descended into the lobby. "Your shirt is hanging from the top of the nearest banister, and I think I see a shoe on the steps. I'm going to act nonchalant if you don't mind, this already looks dodgy enough with your clothes scattered everywhere." With that, she stepped out of the doorway and tried to look as though she'd just returned from a nice morning stroll.
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Post by Viempar on Feb 4, 2008 20:33:20 GMT 1
Vi stumbled after her, feeling the chils of her eyes upon him. He snatched the shirt off of the banister with terrfifying accuracy for someone without sight. He fumbled around on the steps for his shoes, making clicking noises to find them. He sat on the steps, still in boxers and a shirt looking content. "Any idea where my trousers might be?" He asked, sitting on the grand steps and looking out into the abyss. He clicked again and tapped the wooden banister, feeling the wood reverberating under his hand, almost comforting to him. "So your power relies on meditation as a recharge. Interesting. My old teacher would have loved to study you." He said, referring back to his teacher, friend and saviour, Muraki.
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Post by Arlaye on Feb 11, 2008 12:20:04 GMT 1
"Your trousers? Nope, no idea, sorry." Irina rested her back against the doorpost and smirked, one eyebrow raised as Vi searched around for his shoes. She had never known a blind person before him. Somehow, she had always imagined blind people as sleepy, sedentary types who never left their homes. Her head was now tilted in interest: she could hear him making a noise, as well as lightly running his fingers across everything. It could take him hours to painstakingly search the house on his own, but she still didn't feel inclined to go running about after him. She had done enough of that sort of work recently. "I think it'll be quicker and easier if you just go and get another pair from your room, am I right?" she offered instead.
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Post by Viempar on Feb 11, 2008 23:01:16 GMT 1
Vi stopped and stroked his bare leg, scractching his chin with his other hand.
((Lol I tried....I''ll get there everntually..))
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Post by Arlaye on Feb 13, 2008 2:12:15 GMT 1
((Lol never mind I think it's time we give this a rest and start something new anyway)) There was a long pause. Irina stayed where she was against the doorpost, looking down to inspect her fingernails while waiting for the silence to end. Her gaze soon drifted onto her own clothing. Each piece had been chosen to help keep her hidden in the dark - nothing shiny, all grey-and-black. I could do with a slightly less criminal-looking outfit, couldn't I? she thought to herself, picking at the fabric. Wouldn't mind something a bit nicer. Wonder what's cool these days? Lord knows I won't be dressing like Sheba... Finally she straightened up and placed one hand on her hip, roughly shoving her hair out of her face with the other. "I'm going to the mall," she stated abruptly, stepping up and over the stair rail. She caught herself in midair and levitated down the stairs, pausing at the landing. "Guess I'll see you later, then."
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Post by Viempar on Feb 23, 2008 0:56:10 GMT 1
Vi dissapeared into the nearest room, waving a hand of dismissal towards Irina and rummaging with his other in a wardrobe. He threw on a pair of black trousers and red top, not bothering with the buttons. He would only get it bloody after all, what is the point? He slipped on yet another pair of socks and shoes, for once being almost fully dressed instead of missing some sort of clothing. Once fully dressed, he walked out of the room and onto the staircase. With each step there was a clang as his shirt button hit the bars. It got lower as he descended the stairs and higher as he moved up. Curious, he began flicking them with his rough nails and making faint tunes.
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