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Post by Leo on Jan 5, 2011 22:58:16 GMT 1
Leo looked rather disgusted in spite of his history of killing people. He hesitated.
"Maybe... maybe Isola can try to take care of her, before we..." He looked uneasy and prepared to run after Isola if Bazz would say yes
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Post by Balthazar on Jan 5, 2011 23:05:08 GMT 1
Balthazar took his eyes off Leo and stared at the ground just in front of him.
"Fine."
He just said, exasperated, and stood up. His eyes were now completely black, and his skin could hardly be taken for a humans.
"Now if you excuse me."
He walked past Leo and went in the same direction as Jean in search of a more sane choice of dinner.
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Post by Jean on Jan 6, 2011 2:49:27 GMT 1
Not that far away Jean had stopped by a bus station with her head in her hands and a cigarette in between her lips. Isola's bottle of whiskey was standing next to her on the bench where she sat alone, far from forgotten. The woman was however wondering if the girl had been right in her assessment that Jean shouldn't be drinking with a concussion - since her head was hurting worse than before - but she decided she'd just solve that with drinking more as soon as she was somewhere close to home. She was not feeling like getting lost and falling asleep in the gutter tonight.
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Post by Balthazar on Jan 6, 2011 8:32:06 GMT 1
Balthazar hadn't gone far, when he got hold of his dinner he had so been longing for. But he had to fight to not kill the poor boy, and that ended in him leaving him sooner than he wanted. He laid him down on the ground in the classical alley. He wasn't too careful right now, he didn't care.
Out looking for more, he saw a girl sitting alone waiting for the bus. He headed over there, but stopped as soon as he saw that it was Jean. He thought a while if it really was so wise to go over there, but decided to do it anyway.
He sat down beside her without saying a word, trying to find the right words.
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Post by Jean on Jan 6, 2011 16:46:17 GMT 1
Jean noticed when someone sat down next to her, and she didn't even have too look up to know who it was. Those pants were unmistakable as Baz's. No one but him would wear velvet pants, especially not in England. "What do you want?" Jean asked still without looking up, hoping the bus would just come now. She should light a new cigarette - that never failed as far as getting public means of transportation to finally arrive.
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Post by Balthazar on Jan 6, 2011 17:01:39 GMT 1
Balthazar stroked his knees almost nervously, but stopped as Jean spoke. He sat up straight and looked at her still not knowing what to tell her but had to speak anyway.
"I'm not sorry."
Still in a bad mood, he just wanted to tell Jean to stop being such a bitter old lady and just get used to it. Suck it up. All that shit.
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Post by Jean on Jan 6, 2011 17:09:03 GMT 1
"Good to know." Her head was killing her. She was feeling sort of like punching that Sarah woman again. Throwing her into a wall was some serious overreacting. "Tell Leo I didn't get robbed or anything and I'm sure he'll be fine with leaving me alone." Jean just assumed he was the reason Baz was bothering her.
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Post by Balthazar on Jan 6, 2011 17:28:36 GMT 1
Jean being even more arrogant than usual (or was it Balthazar's grumpiness?), did not help at all.
"Whatever. Tell him yourself."
He knew she had been hurt bad, and that she probably shouldn't be alone, but still he stood up and began walking away.
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Post by Jean on Jan 6, 2011 17:40:06 GMT 1
It might have been a strange reaction, but his rude response actually got her to smile somewhat even though she was still as grumpy as Baz himself. Leo had probably been right after all, everybody involved was tired of him running after her. Now the plan was to just go home.
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Post by Leo on Jan 6, 2011 21:19:22 GMT 1
Leo wasn't really surprised when Bazz left to go find some dinner, but within minutes, after doing some simple breathing and relieving himself from the days tension he got back to reality. Here he was sitting, still outside Sarah's freaky place, and with a close to dead and crazy girl at his feat.
"Damet!" he grunted as he looked at the girl. It would really be merciful to kill her, so that she didn't have to face this world with her knowledge. Some how the thought made him all sentimental. How the hell did he manage to feel sympathy for her when he wanted to kill her. This was all so fucked up... He sighed and leaned over the girl, wondering what to do...
After some moments he could at least conclude that this was not a good place to be in and she needed to go away from there as well. So perhaps he should just carry her away? He felt utterly uncomfortable as he lifted her up and started walking. Wondering where the hell he should walk in order to be unseen.. as well as what he would do when she woke up. Fuck, fuck, fuck...
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Post by Isola on Jan 7, 2011 2:25:44 GMT 1
Isola had walked away a bit from the bar and into an alley, suddenly all that she had been through recently came up over her and she fell to the ground sobbing, with tears rolling down her cheeks. The tears were mostly for the girl who was left with Leo and Balthazar to die, but also for what she had endured and her fingers felt the scars over her long sleeve and on her neck.
And now she was finally free, thanks to Balthazar. Isola combed her fingers through the white hair and banged her head against the wall behind her, she was ashamed how she behaved towards him and Isola didn't end up in a better light with Leo and Jean when she wanted to give Balthazar some of her blood so that he wouldn't kill the girl and all in vain..
Suddenly, Isola heard steps from the street.. Drying her tears and standing up as she listened as they came closer.
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Post by Leo on Jan 7, 2011 16:23:45 GMT 1
Leo could hear sobbing as he walked, it was probably one of the girls they had released. He hadn't really believed them when they said they had some place to go. They probably just wanted to get the hell out of there and away from them...wise choice. He was however curious enough to check what was going on, he couldn't leave them alone in this neighborhood. He was quite surprised to see Isola there since she hadn't seemed too sad or emotional at all earlier.
"I know you've been crying..." He just said, not feeling like being a sweet talker.
"I'll be heading home to take care of the girl, you can come with me if you want to, I wont touch you..." it sounded blunt but what ever, if she wanted to cry on his shoulder she would have to utter that need.
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Post by Isola on Jan 7, 2011 19:34:30 GMT 1
Isola was, to say the least, surprised when she discovered that it was Leo's footsteps she had heard and slightly ashamed that he heard her cry. She dried her tears again and discreetly adjusted the hair to hide the scars on her neck, she didn't want Leo to have a reason to feel sorry for her or look down on her, Isola said gently:
"I can help you with the girl if she wakes up, if you want it? When she wakes up, I mean.."
The fact that the girl was still alive and that Leo wanted to take care of her got Isola to smile slightly, maybe he wasn't a total jerk after all.
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Post by Leo on Jan 7, 2011 20:44:40 GMT 1
Leo studied her slightly as she tried to fix her exterior. He knew that feeling, something he'd imagine could be similar to what a girl must feel when raped.
He then nodded at her proposal.
"That sounds like a good idea, she'll probably be calmed by seeing you."
He smiled a little bit as well, it felt better to have somebody with him that could help out. With a slight nodd he started walking towards his apartment again.
"This way" he mumbled.
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Post by Isola on Jan 7, 2011 23:53:50 GMT 1
Isola felt a little bit uncomfortable at first thought to walk next to a vampire she barely knew, but she liked his smile and it put her in a better mood, even though it was a little smile.
"Why did you become a vampire if you dislike the killing?"
Isola nodded meaning at the girl in Leo's arms as they were walking.
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