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| Deleted User | Mar 20 2008, 09:00 AM Post #1 |
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Back at the V-day Dance That had certainly worked nicely. Were the whole lucky auras that he had paying off, or did he actually have some sort of skill into knowing what women want? Crimson decided not to put more thought into it, mostly because holding Kysse's hand was so far off from what he was used to doing. On the good side, touching her was far easier and almost too comfortable, but that did not shake the mental image of closeness. Both the shallow bastard side and the actual romantic in him agreed that closeness in an individual with memory loss could be incredibly stressful to downright fatal. If he did get to know Kysse, how badly would it hurt her when she found out what he was... and how much worse could it hurt to have him forget her? The smile faded for the briefest moment with a look of worry. Unknown territory and danger were normally things he liked (even at the expense of others), but this was different. "So... Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before? I have a helmet and riding jacket that you can wear to keep warm." It would have seemed like an odd topic to bring up if they had not been walking through the exit. There, right next to the big bulky guards was a brilliantly silver BMW motorcycle, the kind built for speed and stability instead of those made for old men looking for vibration. "The trail leading here isn't bad at all, and there certainly isn't anyone else leaving the dance yet. All in all we can make good time back to the school, we'll probably have the whole place to ourselves." Well, she had been willing enough to trust him to lead her out of here. He almost felt bad for putting her through another game of trust with the bike... but she didn't seriously think he had gimped his way to the dance did she? "One second, I'll grab the stuff for you..." With that, he slipped free of her hand and instantly felt more like his old self. Leave it to human touching to make him feel touchy. Silliness indeed. Upon reaching the bike he placed his cane in a spot that seemed made for it, then used an electronic 'clicker' to open the storage compartment and pull out the silver helmet and a padded black jacket with red lining. To make sure he did not fall over, his body leaned into the bike as he turned back to her, holding each of the items in his hands. "Now, in case you doubt my driving abilities, I want you to know that those roses were purchased in town today and driven here without any harm. Of course, I promise to take much better care of you than a flower." For once, he really meant it to. No Driving above tripple digits or taking sharp turns... unless she asked him too. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Mar 20 2008, 11:58 AM Post #2 |
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Unfortunately Kysse noted his worried expression. For the time being she didn’t quite understand it so she played her emotions off and acted as if she hadn’t noticed while she pulled at one of her heels straps. Maybe he was worried about cooking. She remembered past experiences with cooking for herself. It was easy to destroy a kitchen with cooking; luckily he had her there to prevent that, hopefully. Why had she given into him so easily? The thought was now stuck in her mind and she couldn’t think on anything else while they walked. As if trained, she kept her face calm and relaxed. She was leaving with, practically, a stranger, and for the most part she didn’t care. This feeling of freedom, at school, came with a feeling of rebellion. She was definitely starting to like that feeling. When he asked her about riding a motorcycle she paused to think. As far as she could remember, she hadn’t, so she merely shook her head. Then he continued on saying something about her having to wear a helmet. She’d never worn a helmet before and hadn’t heard much good about side-effects, other than saving peoples heads from getting mutilated. That was fine with her actually. Death wasn’t on her agenda. As his hand pulled from his, she let it go easily, cool air whipped around her fingers where they were just so warm in his. That comfort was gone but he was still there. It sucked that she really knew nothing about men. Why was she being so trusting? Thoughts of men in her life ran through her mind, Dad, Claude, Dave, Elial. All men were different, this proved it, but that just made things harder for her to understand. Having never been in a relationship, she didn’t know what to expect, everything was so new for her. All she had was her friendly instincts. The only reason guys cared was because of her body that she took such great care of. That thought was always buried in her thoughts, she never played on it, and it was just a thought, something that would stay with her forever. She hoped guys didn’t see that, but how could they not? Then everything registered. They could have the whole school to themselves, what for? To cook and eat? That was good enough for her. Cooking was something she could do at anytime if it were possible. She stepped forward, he didn’t have to do that, or so she felt. When he stayed at the bike she walked up to him. She wasn’t uncomfortably close, in her mind she wanted to be, but how would a guy react to her being forward? No guy she had met thus far chose to be forward with her, so maybe it was the wrong thing to do here. Keeping her distance she smiled. “You don’t have to beg me to trust you.” The words came out different than she’d imagined. It was as if she were that sexy girl… that she really wasn’t. Her free hand slid onto the jacket and she threw it around herself as easily as she could. Dang it, she was being forward, or was she? Of course she had to be the naïve girl running off with the attractive guy who gave her flowers. It was romantic, in a sense. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 21 2008, 10:10 PM Post #3 |
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Ever the curve ball thrown toward a man who seemed to have forgotten how to bat. Kysse was indeed his conundrum, in fact if she were a super villain that would be his name for her. Then again, she was only 16. So many students here bothered to act so tough and grown up, so knowledgeable and all around world wise... No, screw that notion. Kysse was more than just some little sheep, or at least held the potential to be. More than the red dress, more than the accidental forwardness or awkward touching, that was what convinced him he genuinely liked her. Was it a good idea to make someone into himself? Short answer would be no. Then again, he could be acting like a certain sex crazed individual who did all this merely to get laid. Believe it or not, the comment about having the whole school to themselves meant things like 'access points' and 'supplies from other dormitories' to Crimson. Lucky he might be, but a lady killer he certainly wasn't. The whole comment had thrown him into a loop though. Crimson did not like being dumbfounded, but this whole conversation while dating thing seemed to be a 3D maze sans cheese. Was she being forward with him? Did she want him to be forward too? It certainly was better than being silent. The cocky smile worked its way back up, and a chuckle escaped him. "Fiiine, I never did like begging anyways. Even though its a bit big, you look good in that jacket." Rather than wait for a response, Crimson merely hoisted himself up and over the bike, propping it up with his good leg while patting the rear of the sitting cushion. Simply put, it was a gesture to come and sit down. "I'd say something tacky like 'come ride my rocket,' but just make sure you have that helmet on and keep your arms around my chest, alright?" Okay, they had different types of being forward. Crimson was foul minded, normally foul mouthed, and thusly forward in a different manner. Still though, the smile said it was a genuine joke, he meant her no harm. Frankly, he wanted this to work out right now... He wanted Kysse to have just as much fun as he could with life. With that, the engine revved to life, Crimson was not going to simply stay staring at her... that body was distracting enough as is. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Mar 23 2008, 04:50 PM Post #4 |
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That could be sexual.
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After sliding the jacket on, having to move the bundle of roses from side to side to get each arm through, she walked close to the bike. While he got on she watched it, waiting for it to roar to life as all the ones she had seen had. No, she’d never ridden one; she had mixed emotions about them too. Often she found herself wondering how fast they could go, while another half of her wondered about their safety. Then the thought of her on the back was in her mind, in a nice short dress and heels, and she smiled at how odd that might look. His comment made her laugh, in her opinion, like a little girl. Then, of course, his compliment made her smile a softer smile, a sort of humble smile. Then he was on the bike and she was a little speechless. “Both?” Both hands held something after she took the helmet from him. She felt silly holding the helmet that didn’t match her. But as a precaution she knew she had to put it on. To think, if Claude knew about this, what would he do? That thought made her second guess herself but she slid it on. It was proportional to the jacket, but her legs didn’t match the bulky feeling. His other comment made her laugh, again, childish… in a cute way. The bike revved beneath him and she slightly jumped and hoped he didn’t notice. As she slid onto the bike behind him she was careful to hide her body. Though she looked like a slut, she didn’t put herself out there as much as some would like. When she got on she slid her right arm around him, but between him and her, the flowers weren’t doing so well. Her left fingers slid into her right fingers and they held tightly, the roses popped out from between them and were safe, for the most part. They were close and she pulled herself to him that way. There were little things about him that she noticed now. Things like, the way he smelled, the way his hair waved, and his tan, despite the winter weather. Those were the little things that were now on her mind, she liked it. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 4 2008, 03:24 AM Post #5 |
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There is one nice thing about driving a motorcycle back from the lake to the school in the middle of winter, especially when one is trying not to get the co-rider killed. Focus. For once Crimson was not stuck in the role of 'Oh what do I do next... will she like me? will she hate me?' Frankly, there was too little time for it. By traveling safe, he meant to not push triple digit speed limits or take any jumps. Despite the few moments of temptation, Crimson made his mind focus only on the drive, turning and accelerating or braking in order to get back in a timely matter. It was not like they could really talk now anyways, with the engine running and Kysse currently covered by a helmet head, there was absolutely nothing to be awkward. Even the whole touching thing wasn't so bad anymore. What the hell did Tiras see in all the running around to get sexed up though? Crimson supposed he would have been uncomfortable if he were bare chested, but the tuxedo was plenty of coverage to allow her close. Though he wanted to wonder how the roses were doing, they were now again close to the campus. Closer and closer... Crimson's genuine smile lit on his face, his body found itself simply accelerating the bike out of the sheer joy that ridding through the night gave him. He could see the buildings, especially the unlit dormitories. Perfect, they could steal any dorm they wanted to... if Kysse wanted to that is. 90 miles per hour was below triple digits right? Besides, kilometer would not be fair to measure the triple digit marker in. The bike roared, happily flying along the path and quickly hitting the main school road as how one would greet a dear friend. Sadly, Crimson could not pull his regular favorite skidding stop tonight... maybe next time. At long last he allowed the bike to begin slowing down, finally bringing them to a gentle stop right outside the dormitory building. Without any sort of delay, his hand flicked out and killed the engine. Rather than get off immediately, he turned head head toward Kysse. He did not look terribly concerned, but at the same time he was not obsessing with her. In fact, his tanned face would seem more pleasant then ever with a genuine smile. "Hope you had fun on the bike... but now its time for cooking with Kysse. Should we use your dorm, or find another?" Oh please let her say find another. Breaking and entering just sounds like so much fun right now... especially if we just cook something. At the same time, if she asked about his own dorm room... now that would be a story. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Apr 9 2008, 01:09 AM Post #6 |
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Surprisingly, to Kysse, it didn’t take them very long to get to the dorms. Earlier that day she had spent time with Elial, but she didn’t want him on her mind at the moment. The thought of pushing someone from her mind felt a bit rude, but she did it anyway. It was easy to think of the blurred lights and the cool night air while fire works burst in the sky from the direction they had left. Though the helmet was a bit tinted she could still see around, the only hard part was making out shapes that were passing. The speed didn’t agree with her stomach, she was never one for fast vehicles such as airplanes and idiot teenage drivers. She kept this feeling to herself though. Her arm held her close to him and if the helmet weren’t there she would have rested against him. They pulled to a slow stop and she immediately pulled the helmet off her head. Some curls were out of place but nothing else had changed. In her mind she made a deal with herself to never wear one of those again though. Since she had removed her arm from his waist she no longer had that closeness to him. It didn’t take long for him to talk as he began asking her a question. Was he serious or just joking? She really could tell. Come to think of it, she didn’t have much to cook in her own dorm. While she pulled the roses in toward her chest and curled her arm around the helmet she answered. “Well, that all depends on what you want to cook… and what ingredients we will need.” Now she began wondering how on earth she would get off the bike. Surely she could slide off the way she had gotten on. Actually, no, that wouldn’t work in this dress as well as it had before, at least then he wasn’t watching and couldn’t see anything. Maybe she’d just wait until he got off and took the helmet from her? She had no idea. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 17 2008, 09:22 PM Post #7 |
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Well, Captain Conundrum had gotten him into a pickle again. What was it with people making these decision things based off what each other wanted anyways? More importantly, why was he concerned with what she wanted over his own wants? Food was good, Crimson liked all types of food... and had absolutely no clue about what Kysse could cook. See the conundrum? Look at it, staring victoriously at you! He openly let out a small noise, something like a 'Hmph,' and took a pose rather like the thinking man while balancing himself on the bike. "There is only one dorm with the food and supplies necessary for people bad with decisions, or at least only one I know of. Thankfully one of the Brits that live in it sold me a key!" He paused, feeling that needed an explanation. "Sorry, but I don't have a lock pick set yet, and even the R.A.'s are still back at the school. I haven't managed to grab one of the 'unlock all doors' passes yet." Crimson again paused with the realization they were still on the bike. That would hamper Kysse's ability to cook and their combined ability to eat and enjoy each other's company. Though getting off the bike without a passenger was normally not a problem, swinging his leg through his date would be in direct opposition to the continuation of said date. Apparently Kysse had not figured this out. While he could not blame her (she was both extremely pretty and it was her first time on a bike), he was still genuinely annoyed. Best to keep that internal though. After all, how could he do anything but smile at that beautiful face that he could now see again? Oh God... way too too much feeling there buddy. Let's tone it back to our regular silly self okay? "Well, normally it's ladies first, but I guess I can show you one way to hop off the bike." Yes, Crimson had thought of a way off. No, it did not involve anything sexual, unless flipping was considered sexual these days. He grabbed the cane from one side, and held it up against his waist at with it making a straight line with his bent elbow. (Note, he did twist his back so that the cane did not clunk the beauty) A lopsided smile and a small salute came from the other side of his body, and then Crimson literally rolled head first off the bike. It was certainly not a long fall. If he had screwed up, then probably nothing would be broken except his ego. Despite needing such a break, Crimson's head tucked roll worked perfectly, his body spun quickly enough to where the gimpy leg cartwheeled over Kysse's head and landed right where he wanted it to. In the same second, the cane came down to make sure that the weight on that side of the body went where it was supposed to. All in all, it wasn't too bad a move that the young man had just pulled off. "You can just set the helmet on the seat, no one in their right or wrong mind would steal a helmet." With that, his none cane dependent hand reached out to help her off the bike. "Let us go and quest for the fourth floor! One nut happened to redo his whole dorm room with a custom kitchen, I think you'll like it!" |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Apr 20 2008, 01:57 AM Post #8 |
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It was a good thing she no longer used recipe books otherwise this would be even harder. When he described the dorm she realized he was serious, which had become fine with her, no point in going back to her small kitchen in her dorm. Especially if someone had everything they needed and he had access to it. It was oddly convenient. For the time being she just listened to him. He was easy to listen to, hopefully she didn’t have to say much, and sometimes she wasn’t much of a talker. Luckily she didn’t notice the tension before he turned to hop off the bike. Seeing his smile didn’t force tension over her it made her smile back at him, a smile she couldn’t resist showing. As he flipped off the bike she was a bit taken back. She really didn’t expect him of all people to be so agile. His show and flare was impressive but she still had an edging thought of it just being a show. Did he really want to impress her? If so, then why? It wasn’t like she didn’t want him thinking highly of her, but when it was the opposite way around she didn’t understand as well. Oh the human heart, how it confused itself for the mind. Both constantly competing, both wanting the person to follow feelings over logic, mind over heart, decisions decisions decisions. Now that he was off he offered his hand to her. It was a very polite offer, though it wasn’t something she’d really expected of him. Then again she was never polite until after her father took her in. Before taking his hand she slid the helmet onto the seat in front of her. The roses, cuddled into her left arm, had actually survived. Looking down at them quickly made her smile grow. Her right hand slid into his free hand. She was already very comfortable with him. It wasn’t something she planned. Before attending school she didn’t know many guys her age, she never got into situations like this. It came so easily. Did he feel the same way? The softness of her hand didn’t change as she gripped to pull herself off. As she did so she didn’t jerk at him. Her left leg bent over the helmet and though it was high it wasn’t difficult. For a split second, if she weren’t holding his hand, she could have looked like she was on the front cover of one of those playboy magazines, or such. She pulled herself into him, not quite on purpose. “Lead the way.” Her hand was still in his and they were still very close. Maybe she shouldn’t be, maybe it was very uncomfortable. That never even passed her mind. Maybe he wasn’t as comfortable as she. That thought made her want to pull away but for the moment she hung to the feeling she’d never felt before, being close to someone. Was it too soon? |
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| Deleted User | Apr 24 2008, 09:28 PM Post #9 |
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((OOC: bad bob, bad! Sorry for delays Pie)) The part of a straight teenage male mind that says "Make Babies" was finally starting to override Crimson's normal declaration of "No toca." Her hand was again cool and soft as silk; a better experience than Crimson ever thought touching could be. Blood rushed at his cheeks as he looked over the entirety of his date, realizing that he had in fact stolen in his mind the shiniest jewel out of the selection of attendees. Without speaking, he began walking her toward the dorm at a mildly slow pace due to the cane needing to keep up. It felt like a mildly awkward silence to be honest. Perhaps that was simply because he enjoyed talking about himself too much. Or you know, the fact that she doesn't speak hardly at all. Kinda makes me wonder about whether she's just purposefully silent or really has been blessed with the simple life. Either way, I'm not conductive to those choices. Once again this was by no means any loathing for her. If anything, Crimson was more and more determined to mold her into a diva with a moral coding like himself. After all, what was life without equality in the opposite sex? They had reached the indoor elevator by now, and at this point his mind came to a decision. You see, that elevator call button required pushing, but both hands were mildly busy. Should he release her hand to press it, and then swing back hoping she would grasp him again? Should he risk falling over and probably missing the entire damned thing for letting go with the cane? Option c, which has of course not been mentioned for fear of repetitiveness was Crimson's final decision. He carefully attempted to shift most of his body's weight onto the good foot (and then decided he needed to loose some weight), then lifted up the cane holding arm and poked the button with the tip of the cane. Simple, effective- And he broke stride. A brief stumble of sorts occured, Crimson had to literally focus all his energy on not taking Kysse down with him as he attempted to recover. While describing the recovery in detail is completely unnecessary, let us leave it that it was less than graceful. He sincerely hoped he hadn't done anything stupid like squeeze her hand, though in that moment of recovery Crimson had truly lost track of everything but the recovery itself. Subject change... subject change... don't wanna seem like the gimp playing the 'love me because I'm limpy' card. Roses! "Wow, you took really good care of those for not being able to hold on to them on the bike ride back..." His eyes and head made a motion to point toward what Kysse was holding. "Oh, and how was your first bike ride? I completely forgot to ask if you enjoyed yourself!" Ding. The elevator had arrived. This time, his mind rationalized that falling again would look pathetic, and that it would be far better to let go her hand if only for these moments. He released it with much reluctance, giving a half smile to explain himself. "Think I'll try this one for the next button." |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Apr 28 2008, 12:14 PM Post #10 |
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His stumbling didn’t distract her from him actually. When he tugged at her hand while awkwardly stumbling she didn’t mark it as a flaw. It was merely him trying to hold on to her, which she actually liked. Then he struck up another conversation. The roses in her hands were in his eyes for a moment. That is, until they had eye contact again. Then she looked down at the roses and smiled. “I really don’t know how I managed that actually. And the bike ride was ok, I couldn’t see much through the helmet. Maybe next time I’ll drive.” Perhaps that was meant as a joke, or maybe he would actually let her. Who knew? When the doors opened and he walked inside, after letting go of her hand, she followed. Then before he could she pressed the fourth floor button. It really wasn’t something he had to do, you know? Opening doors for women and being somewhat nice was something, but he didn’t have to impress her that much. It wasn’t worth falling over. Both her hands returned to the roses. She put her attention on them for a moment. She doctored them a bit with her free hand. Then she twisted them to the other side and held them with her other hand. This allowed her left hand to be free for once. Neither one of them was talking as much as before but that didn’t matter too much. Kysse still had a soft grin on her face and she looked back at him. The doors shut and they were secluded. It was odd because Kysse could feel her heart beat and she didn’t understand it. Nothing was happening, they weren’t even touching. Because of this her cheeks were a little pinker and she stared down at the floor. ((ooc: This was extremely hard for me to start XD and apology accepted.)) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 28 2008, 01:28 PM Post #11 |
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"Maybe next time I'll drive." You know that guy who has an absolute hissy fit whenever anyone else touches his car, but holds a special misogynist place in his heart for whenever a woman want the keys? Crimson had a sworn oath to kill that guy. Women who wanted to explore, to try new things and take risks... those were his kind of girls. Frankly, his silence was not so much astonishment as it was trying to not sound like a complete geek in response. He gave a smile, a true genuine smile about it, and broke eye contact for a second to think of a response. "Anytime you want to, just let me know." That bike was stolen property to begin with, but on the plus side it was stolen property of a dead gambling con artist that no one missed. So long as he did not mention the details of pulling the keys off the dead burning corpse, Crimson was sure she would take him up. Man, so cool! I got a date with a cool girl, I got a date with a cool girl... Maybe I can slowly break my moral flexibilities to her and thusly not scare her off. Come to think of it, she'd make a really good thief with some training. The whole poker face thing is killer! Not to mention she was a bombshell in a red dress. Crimson realized he was once again plotting (which he considered to be almost as bad as monologuing), and that attention needed to be drawn back to her. Rather than speak, he simply looked back up to her with that same million dollar smile, the one that says 'I'm happy you're here.' Ding. They'd arrived on the fourth floor, and like clockwork the elevator doors opened. At this point Crimson realized he should have stated something witty about the helmet. No matter, but was she blushing now? Best not to press that issue. A hungry man with a limp is still fundamentally a hunger man. The meaning of my conundrum is that Crimson was for once quiet hasty in walking the short path down the hall to room 409. There was another reason other than hunger, he wanted to make absolutely certain no one was home. After all, how awkward would it be if they bumped into one of the people who actually lived here? Like a good thief, he checked the floor in front of the door for light. Thankfully there was none. With a smile, a small whistled tune, and a check for other people in the hall, Crimson slid in his eye and popped open the door. He had not lied at all the Kysse. This was not his dorm, he just used it... like every other dorm on the campus. "Well, here we are. The guys who live here redid everything to essentially build a condo inside the dormitories, but I think you'll like the kitchen." Need we describe the set up in detail? The large living room and dining area had completely taken out the space normally alloted for a study. Between proper coloring and decor, the room seemed quite a bit bigger than it actually was, but many rooms in AHS had large TVs, and a few even had electric fireplaces. None that Crimson knew of had an extended kitchen with granite counter tops, mahogany pantries, and all stainless steel appliances. The refrigerator was huge, the oven the same, and every tricket/ small appliance seemed to have its own custom tailored slot in the area. Rather than an island, the owner had opted to use one of the granite counter tops as a place for preparation, obviously so because it was more spacious than the rest. "Alright my culinary queen, you tell me what you want slash need and I'll fetch it for you. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Apr 28 2008, 04:56 PM Post #12 |
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Was he serious? He would let her drive? This actually excited her, she wasn’t expecting that answer. They exited the elevator and found the dorm easily. Once inside Kysse was even more excited. A slight gasp escaped her as face lightened more. A wide smile lit up her face. The dorm was bigger than hers but it wasn’t the dorm that surprised her as much as the kitchen had. It seemed as though this kitchen had anything and everything she could cook with. The thing was it reminded her of her own kitchen growing up with Claude. With out thinking she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. It might have been awkward if she wasn’t so excited. When she pulled away she just smiled at him. “Crimson… it’s… amazing!” For the moment she was very timid but in time she stepped into the kitchen. It was then she started thinking of recipes, many ran through her mind. She figured since he wasn’t as familiar with cooking that she would cook something simple. It still depended on what ingredients were easiest to find. As she walked her hand slid over the counter tops and looked over everything. This kitchen had everything she could dream of. She set the roses down on the counter carefully and continued on. As she quested she opened and closed cabinets just to see everything that was in it. She looked back at Crimson and gestured with her hand for him to come over. She wanted something simple but full of flavor, luckily she had several recipes in mind. It wasn’t hard for her to break things down by timing it would take as well as ingredients. She didn’t want to be stuck in the kitchen for a long time so she thought of conveniently quick meals that would, hopefully, impress Crimson. After checking the fridge she was surprised at all the food in there. There were meats, shellfish, and vegetables. Everything was so well stocked, as expected for such an amazing kitchen. “Alright. How do you feel about… lamb?” Where would she start? She really didn’t know what to make him; he didn’t put much input in either. So all in all she had little to work with. Most men loved meat, pork chops, steak, you name it they’d eat, at least her father would. And that was all the knowledge she had. |
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The hug was COMPLETELY awkward. Thankfully she had done it so quickly and moved on so quickly that the tensing of Crimson's entire body had come and gone by the time she had talked about Lamb. Why the hell was he like this anyways? Every other guy would kill to get a hug like that! The realization that something was wrong with him did absolutely nothing to break his cold sweat or blushing face. The hand on the cane had tightened its grip so much that the knuckles were a hot white. A heavy breath finally escaped him, which was of course right when she wanted his input. Ever the con man, the smile and confidence painted themselves right back on his face. "Ah, you know the way straight to my heart. Question is, do we want to go with basil or mint jelly? Suppose we could just combine the two... or do a mint walnut pesto." Well, he had never said that he did not know good food. Cooking was out of his ability, but Crimson had several times eaten the finest meals at the finest restaurants in Tokyo. Most of them he found to be over priced and over valued, but eating in general was something he was good at. Perhaps with some inspiration Crimson could become something of a food critic, but that would involve too much work. "Sorry, I should have let you in on how much I like good food. Do you as a chef hold a preference on the degree your meats are cooked? I can help with some of the prep work if you'd like..." 'If you'd like' would have been more accurately stated as 'Please let me make up for clamming up when you hugged me.' Crimson was already taking off his tuxedo jacket, leaning his good leg into the counter for extra support while throwing the black thing over onto a chair. He was still mildly impressed with himself that the tuxedo had not been damaged at all between driving there and back on a motorcycle. With a smile to himself, Crimson noted that sometimes being a luck manipulating meta was way cooler than what anyone else made it out to be. He turned back to her and started to roll up his sleeves, exposing the lower halves of his tanned arms. "And we should try to find something non-alcoholic yet fancy enough to go with lamb right? Gotta make a toast on a moonlit night." |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Apr 30 2008, 01:32 PM Post #14 |
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When he finally put an input in Kysse was relieved. She knew an exact recipe for a mint-walnut pesto that went on lamb. In her mind she was praising the Food Network channel. While smiling she kind of bit her lower lip while watching him. She didn’t notice him tense up when they hugged; her attention had been else where, in her thoughts. Still now she was looking at him again. He was a pretty sweet guy for bringing her here. If there was a catch she’d be pretty disappointed but for now it was just them and everything seemed to be going so well. Then he offered to help, perhaps he would be a little irked to find out he would be doing more than helping her prep, that was how you learned how to cook anyway. “Sure you can help. We need to get the lamb, I hope there’s lamb chops in there. Ummm… olive oil, salt and pepper. That’s all we should need for the meat itself.” Maybe onion salt would be better than regular salt? A million possibilities still ran through her mind. She always looked for ways to improve recipes that she knew. It was an odd habit and something people didn’t really know about her. Then again people didn’t know how much she loved cooking. She bent down and pulled out cooking utensils she’d need for the meal. When he brought up a drink, non-alcoholic, she thought of the ways she got around that when preparing meals before. Normally she added sparkling cider, soda, or club soda where recipes called for alcohol. But she doubted that this dorm really had everything she could imagine. If that were the case she’d check while other things were cooking. Then she thought of a side dish. It may not go perfectly but it would balance out flavors. The drink she thought of was sweet, or at least with the alcohol made into cider it would be. So she figured a simple vegetable salad would go well. To be exact, an Asparagus and Zucchini salad was what she had in mind. She was still so excited. She was looking around and found the spice rack. For the time being she preoccupied herself with that. Some spices here were ones she had never used. While looking through them she would twist off the caps to smell them. They were very rich and good, but she wouldn’t use them in any of her cooking. For the most part she loved simplicity. That and too much spice could take away from the initial flavor of the item being cooked. She pulled out the onion salt then some ground pepper. Perhaps she would be risky. After that she pulled out a food processor. She was going to let him cook the meat and she would cook the pesto sauce, maybe the salad too. “Could you grab a two zucchinis and some asparagus too? And some lemon juice.” All of those ingredients would be for the salad, not the lamb. Since she had pulled everything out for cooking she looked around for a radio or stereo of some sort. The idea was to have more fun cooking rather than just be stuck in awkward silences. That and who didn’t enjoy music? In a bit of a hurry she ran over to the stove to preheat the oven. Smart girls didn’t run in heels but she actually did well for being a klutz. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 30 2008, 09:50 PM Post #15 |
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Oh thank god, she's not putting me on the 'sit and watch bench,' was all Crimson could think when she listed off what they actually needed. For a moment he was reminded of how absolutely brutal it felt to be told that he could not do certain things. Though he and Miso had some sort of odd friendship through deadly circumstances, Crimson was still moderately insulted about the time she had attempted to make him stand down. Pointing an arrow at my face and everything... Might as well have said 'Go find a handicap spot for us.' Thus not only was he helping, but Crimson would give a genuine go at actually listening to what Kysse told him to do as apposed to being... himself. Well, a short walk to the fridge for supplies still took time, even his mind grudgingly admitted that. For the first time in what he could remember, Crimson felt that he needed to push himself in order to not be a burden. So rather than poke his head around the fridge for every random thing (and probably snack on some of the stuff), the American teenager simply did as he was told. Green eyes spotted lamb, the free hand grabbed the small cartons of lamb chops. From his knowledge of Tiras, Crimson knew that the organic hippie was probably adverse to red meats himself, meaning this was specially for the other dormmate. While that was thoughtful and all, the devious smile crept on his face to relish just how much he could enjoy this dorm. “Could you grab a two zucchinis and some asparagus too? And some lemon juice.” Well that pulled him out of the trance. He leaned in again and did as told, his mind trying to work out what would be the best vegetables to choose. Based on color and feel, he managed to locate Kysse's ideal veggies for whatever she was plotting now. Oh right, and lemon juice, and salt, and pepper... was it oil too? Drat! He'd have to guess! Well, first he deposited the veggies and lamb on the counter outside the fridge, and then started looking for the other three. At that moment she ran across to preheat the oven, which made Crimson turn to watch. The girl who randomly trips over herself can also run in high heels? Physics must be crying somewhere... His hands found the necessary materials while he looked. Multitasking was always nice, especially when the eyes needed a break from looking at raw meat and veggies. At last, he had to silence a chuckle. Tiras was going to mock him for an eternity for not attempting anything with this one. "So Chef Kysse, shall I play the roll of the lovable yet gullible and and untrained assistant?" To what little credit you could give him, Crimson had said this while grabbing a large white marble cutting board. The man did at least know that mixing things on the counter was a no no. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Apr 30 2008, 11:27 PM Post #16 |
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“Well, if that means you have to do everything I say… then yes. You’ll be cooking the meat.” She set out several bowls varying in sizes. For easy preparation the ingredients would be put in there. The oven beeped behind her announcing it was pre-heated. She had found the walnuts in a cabinet and placed them on a baking pan. In seconds the walnuts were in the oven and they would be in there for eight minutes. “Alright. With the meat all you have to do is brush the lamb with olive oil…” she handed him the brush that looked similar to a paint brush only the bristles were all one length and it was for food. “Then throw some salt and pepper on them.” The lamb was already cut into big enough pieces and they would only need two. While he would be busy she began trimming the zucchinis and asparagus. The zucchini she shaved with a vegetable peeler, it turned into thin curled strips of the vegetable. With the asparagus she used a cutting knife to slice it small diagonal pieces. Within about a minute she placed them both into the salad serving bowl she got out. While she did all this she gave him instructions. “The meat goes into the broiler I put on the stove. It’s already heating up too. By the way, how did you want your lamb? Rare, medium, or well done?” A good thing when cooking, in her case, was being on the ball. She was so aware of everything in the kitchen. Some how she’d picked it up. With that she prepared everything for the food processor. Though the walnuts weren’t finished she knew she could process everything without them for now. Actually she decided against it but still threw those ingredients in the food processor. Mint, parsley, cheese, garlic, and salt were all ready and waiting for the baking walnuts. She managed to collect those on her own, for the most part. Yes, she had given him the easy job, but she still felt the need to impress him and cook for him. It was an unexplainable feeling but it was there and she couldn’t help it. With time to spare she over looked Crimson but didn’t say or do much. she just went to fix up the dressing for the small salad. In a small bowl, she combined the olive oil, lemon juice, salt, and pepper. Then she whisked to combine it all and set it aside. She really wanted to offer him something else to do while the meat cooked. She decided he could finish the walnut pesto sauce... if he wanted to. |
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For once, the man simply shut up and did as he was told. Kysse had officially just become the first female of AHS who could make him do that. Not that he was angry or displeased; on the contrary he found the work she had given him relaxing. Crimson was one of those people who always seemed relaxed, the slacker type who's internal clock either ran far differently or not at all. The problem with slacker types, often enough, is that their mind is still reeling. Fresh jokes, fresh plots, fresh images of anything he wanted to see. For once, it was just nice to stop thinking so much and simply concentrate on oiling and coating the lamb. It should also be noted that in this moment of peaceful concentration Crimson's body at last stopped thinking about his bad leg. He could simply stand without thinking to balance himself for a moment. She asked a question, a valid one at that. The mind went right back to thinking of a fresh and horrid pun. "I'd say I'm a rare kinda guy, but anything between bloody and medium is fine to me." Sides, I get enough ash and charcoal from smoking right? Well done is just for people who haven't smoked. Honestly at the moment he was so taken by the work that he had not bothered to look up and say it. There was a certainty that Kysse was doing something due to first the food processor and then the whisking noises. A part of him did want to go see what she was doing and using for ingredients. Nah, better get my own job done first. Though it took him far longer than it would a professional cook, Crimson's lamb had been oiled and spiced exactly as how Kysse had requested. A smile of accomplishment blinked into existence on his face, and the tray of lamb was taken up in one hand and moved over to the broiler carefully through using the cane as a support. At first he thought holding the raw meat was a little strange, but that to was cool and relaxing in a weird way to him. The two large cuts were placed into the broiler, and Crimson made his way to the sink to wash up. At last, he looked up toward her while scrubbing his hands. "What's next?" |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | May 5 2008, 11:55 AM Post #18 |
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“Could you take the walnuts out of the oven?” She looked at the time and made a mental note of the cooking meat. Seven minutes for rare, eight for medium, and nine for well-done. Maybe he was the one she should be telling that to. But she was covering the whisked ingredients and setting them into the fridge. Then she said it. “Oh, if you want the meat rare cook it for seven minutes. If you want it medium cook it for eight. I’ll have mine medium-rare. And they need to be flipped half way through whatever time you choose.” She was still in front of the fridge but she had turned to tell him that. It was then she realized how much she enjoyed this. Claude never would cook with her, he was busy a lot of the time, but it wasn’t his place. Not only that, but Kysse was starting to like Crimson it seemed. At the moment she didn’t understand it, but it was like she couldn’t control her feelings. This was definitely not something that’s happened to her before; she’d never really spent time with boys in her teens. As she thought to herself she looked through the fridge. Sure enough there was a bottle of sparkling cider. This was her new favorite place at this school. She pulled out some pulp-less orange juice, pomegranate juice, and the sparkling cider. She found a glass pitcher and mixed the juices together but kept the cider out for the moment. Absentmindedly she shut the fridge with her foot while mixing the drink. The pomegranate color was most dominant but in the end they mixed to have a nude pinky color. Then she poured the clear cider in, equal enough to fill only about four wine glasses. She put that back into the fridge along with the cartons of juices. |
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Once again, Crimson simply listened. The man was told to grab Kysse's nuts and he followed through. ((OOC: The author offers his apologies for this horrid innuendo and knows he is going to the lowest level of hell now)). Just to be himself, rather than use a towel to grab out the walnut Crimson all but raided a drawer to find the dorkiest pair of oven mittens that he could. A faded white with pink roses pair presented themselves, and he took them accordingly. Despite knowing that these were probably someone else's, Crimson's mind immediately imagined Tiras the homemaker wearing a pretty maid costume and the oven mitts. Without further ado, he slipped them on and pulled out the walnuts, setting the tray down on the other part of the stove to cool. At this point Kysse told him the cooking times. He paused, wondering if indeed 7 minutes and thirty seconds would create the medium rarity that Kysse wanted. Well, when in doubt, ask? "So we'll go for seven minutes and thirty seconds, flipping the meat at three minutes and forty five seconds right?" It was a genuine question, but Crimson imagined it would be rather difficult to take him seriously him wearing the pretty pretty oven mitts. "Oh, and if you've got a camera this is totally the time for black mail..." He grinned and went back to work. If Kysse told him 'No no, you retard,' then of course he would alter what he was doing, but for now the oven was set to seven minutes and thirty seconds, and the broiler was carefully lifted up and placed inside. Despite attempting to mentally ready himself to handle his body weight and the broiler weight on one foot, Crimson damn near ate it. And to think that such wonderful Lamb would have been hurled across the kitchen, probably at Kysse knowing his luck... He was really wobbly, and for once embarrassed to be so. NOT NOW DAMMIT! GET IN THERE! With considerable effort, Crimson all but tipped his body forward and used the momentum to place the broiler inside. The downside of this was his face neatly smacked one of the temperature dials before he almost fell in. Thankfully, his body reacted to falling against the hot oven door by jumping up in pain with a yelp. The custom hard wood floor made a solid thump sound as he hit it. In proper spitefulness, his good leg reached out and gave a solid kick to thwack the door up, which oddly enough automatically started the timer. In vein attempt to disregard what just happened, he looked up at the juice that Kysse had just poured and remained laying on the floor as if he was intentionally there. "That looks good." |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | May 6 2008, 04:06 PM Post #20 |
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Kysse giggled, though maybe if it were her she wouldn’t want him laughing. Then again it wasn’t an unkind laugh that was an attempt to lower his self-esteem. It was merely a little amused. Not only that but it was cute, so hopefully that ruled out all the rudeness of it. It didn’t take her long to get to him and offer a hand up. “Yes your calculations are right.” She knelt and held her hand out to him. “Oh and I hope you like the way it tastes as much as the way it looks because that’s all you get to drink.” That was a joke of course. If he took it personal, that was his problem. As she held out her hand her knees touched the floor gently. The walnuts were cooling quickly so Kysse would give him directions whether they were on the floor or standing up. “Your next job is easy, or was made easy. Um, take the walnuts and put them in the food processor with all the other ingredients in there. Puree it. And …I guess that’s it?” This had become simpler with his help. It wasn’t too complicated of a meal. For the time being she actually thought of getting everything up to the roof. As far as she knew, they had to take stairs up there. There would only be four things to carry as far as food was concerned, but where would they sit, what all was needed? Plates, forks, a table, chairs, maybe even some lights, unless the fireworks were still being shot off. They could get that stuff from her dorm, but it was only one floor above them. Maybe Crimson knew what to do? Kysse didn’t ask quite yet though, they were still cooking. |
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((OOC: and once again, 15 minutes of staring at glitter and boobies. 15 minutes well spent)) Well, it was perfectly fair that she got to laugh at him while he was down. After all their situation had been reversed at the dance with Kysse tripping and him laughing. And that giggle was more than mildly cute, how could anyone get mad at that? Now that Crimson thought about the humor of his situation, he joined in with a chuckle. In fact the only insult would have been if she had rushed over worried sick over him, or sat back indifferent. Happiness was a good thing in his mind. To make things even better, she offered him a hand to stand up with, which Crimson gratefully took after making sure he grabbed the fallen cane. Her comment was also funny which helped to keep his smile genuine. "So long as you didn't slide a roofie in, I'll limit my complaints." He didn't know if Kysse knew what a roofie was, but that joke was a pun anyways. If someone put a sleeping draft in your drink, complaining was the last thing you could do. And again, as they rose together it was back to business. He gave a small joke of a bow, held her hand up a little, and dared to speak again. "Well, it's always a pleasure to hold your hand, but duty calls." For the briefest moment he considered kissing it, but released it almost in shock of himself more than restraint. Not only would that have been just silly, but how would she interpret such a thing? Crimson wanted them to have a fun little date, no awkward questions or silly 'this has been done in half to all date movie' moments. Besides, Kysse had shown herself thus far to be anything but formal, taking off with a guy on a motorcycle and all. The snide part of his brain laughed at the fact that Miso would probably assume to know what her dearest 'Sweeney' was doing. With that it was off to the walnuts and the processing thereof. Once again the process was not taxing at all, and Kysse really had prepared everything for him. There was no complication to the two step process. 1) Throw ingredients into the food processor; 2) Watch them be destroyed and melded together in a harmonious blending motion. Being a fan of wanton destruction made Crimson like blenders more than some people. The button to the processor was pressed on the puree setting like Kysse requested, and for the first second his eyes and head tried to spin around fast enough to keep up with the green glory. While being rather silly, a thought of transportation implanted itself in his skull. He blinked and stopped looping with the processor, snapping his fingers and seemingly looking through all the lower cabinets he could find. After a few seconds, he popped back up with a rather robust picnic basket in tow of his free arm. "Aha! By George I found it!" The bad British joke could not be helped, "It's the ultimate pompous picnic gear, the Rolls Royce of Baskets. It's got plates, utensils, storage... blanket, candles... space for a bottle of wine or pitcher of juice... sadly there seems to be no kitchen sink." Well, he'd at least found most of what they needed. Now if only he had remembered to stop pureeing his pesto. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | May 18 2008, 11:53 PM Post #22 |
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While he ran about fixing things she watched over him making sure he didn’t mess up. Everything would be ready in no time and there was little left to do. It was as if he was reading her mind when he found the picnic basket. It was conveniently huge. But while he was distracted by the basket her finger slid onto the food processor and turned it off. The pesto was well blended and she took the dish away from the machine. It was as if she came out of no where but she had to be prepared to jump in. “Well, unless we are doing the dishes we can just ditch them here… unless the people who these dishes belong to can somehow find out who we are via DNA?” Another joke, she never tried joking that often it just was coming out that way. She didn’t know what to do while being ‘in charge’. Again, she never cooked with others, so having him to instruct was actually pleasant, not what she was expecting. What else would she do now other than remind him of the meat in the oven; it may need to be flipped soon. “I can put everything in the basket if you will check the meat.” ((I'm sorry it took me so long and that's all I could come up with.)) |
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"Well, they might find us through that method, but there's only a ten percent chance they'll send ninjas after us." Crimson managed to keep an entirely straight face while stating that punch line... was he joking? It was tempting to throw the quick add on that he had purchased mercenaries before and could do so again, or to state that with his training Kysse could probably take an army of ninjas. Care to guess which one was the lie? Truth was, around here no one ever knew what exactly was going to happen, or how their actions would lead to consequences. There were weapons in this room, obviously the person Tiras lived with was some sort of dirty sword fetish creep. While hardly any students had the ability to test for DNA, Crimson ruled nothing in this world out. He might play to loose, but blind chance was not his game. Kysse made a recommendation that he chose to follow through with, checking the meat. It was rather easy to determine what she meant by that, in fact, three and a half minutes had just gone by. It was flip time. Though his body and mind worked together to accomplish the task of opening the oven and moving the roast without falling again, his thought process kept going back on the whole gambling idea. Robbing a casino took jeuvos, that much he knew, but Kysse view it as an insult that he was multitasking on the first time he took her out? Common knowledge of women stated that attempting to be two places at once while on a date winds up with a frying pan hitting your head (thank you Flintstones). This left a rather difficult series of choices in front of him, difficult mostly because he genuinely liked Kysse. Shall I admit myself the thief in the night and loose the damsel, or play the game and loose her all the same? Would she buy my reasoning, understand the humble logic of this thief? Dinner was going to be interesting indeed. 'Kysse, how's your moral flexibility?' sounded like a great way to jokingly start, but she would probably assume that he wanted something more... physical. How to proverbially probe her in order to find that out? This was only difficult because he cared... that's what he kept telling himself. "Kysse..." He tried the name out on his tongue before speaking the sentence, a taste of the divine girl in the red dress coming from his lips to be used as inspiration for his truth. "This might seem sudden..." He delayed, for the sound and taste of speaking her name gave him fear. "But I need your honest opinion on something. Do you think it's okay for us to do something completely illegal in order to help-no, save those being oppressed? I'm not in to murder myself, but as a meta human... I ponder how a minority should fight injustice when injustice itself hides itself in the white sheet of rules. In the United States, our Founding Fathers and more throughout history held consistent to the belief that evil laws must be broken and overturned." Ding. The lamb was done. Instead of continuing with his little rant, Crimson pulled it out of the oven in the exact manner he was supposed to. Emerald eyes flashed a darker color as he cut into the center with a large steak knife, checking the consistency in middle. Sure enough, it was at the perfect medium rare that she had requested. The faintest of smiles crossed his face while he was hidden from her, a confidence renewed. Kysse came with him here knowing that none of this was theirs, and was perfectly okay with using it to her advantage. Would it be so much to ask her to do it again? The fact was that meeting an enemy on the battlefield did nothing to change the opinions of the sides that had cast forth their armies. Property was the controlling value, the carrot you could dangle in front of someone to change their mind. Finally, Crimson brought the roast over toward the picnic basket after sitting it in the container they had pulled for it. That confident smile was again gone, but a gentle look was written across his face. "Sorry, was thinking about casinos..." The smallest of chuckles escaped him. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | May 25 2008, 12:02 AM Post #24 |
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As she packed the salad into one of the containers in the picnic basket he began bringing up some idea that he had on his mind. It seemed like he had been planning this conversation though. When he spoke of, whatever he was getting at, it sounded a lot like a Robin Hood kind of thing. Then again, he could be meaning it in a selfish way too, right? When she finished with the salad she lidded it and placed it into the basket. He continued with his speech as she continued packing things. Next she pulled the traveling pitcher out of the basket and then pulled the one with the beverage out of the fridge. Carefully she poured the drink into the second pitcher, still listening to him. He pulled the meat out when the idea had paused. Kysse merely listened until he stopped talking. Her eyes were on him though. A cute, somewhat puckered, smile lit up her lips. She really liked how he talked so much; it made her feel as though he was comfortable with her. That thought made her somewhat panic, on the inside, she didn’t seem to talk quite as much, what did that make him think of her exactly? “Casinos? Is this a sort of…a Robin Hood thing that you’re thinking of? Or are you thinking of gaining for yourself?” At that she bit her lower lip softly, her habit of, perhaps, confusion. Money wasn’t something Kysse cared too much for. Then again, she had no reason to; her father was wealthy as it was. Then again she wasn’t going to blurt that out to anyone. Either answer didn’t matter to her. Whatever he would throw out there she would most likely agree. Not because she was desperate, not because she had nothing better to do, but she figured his ideas were more exciting then a lot of things she’d encountered at this school. He already had managed to put interest in her life. The fact that he encouraged her to ride his motorcycle proved he had no problem entertaining her. Maybe she wouldn’t agree just yet, then again she didn’t know what exactly he wanted out of her. She successfully finished packing the meal, with exception to what he was packing. She smiled at his laugh, it was rather cute. |
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“Casinos? Is this a sort of…a Robin Hood thing that you’re thinking of? Or are you thinking of gaining for yourself?” For once Crimson didn't have that instant flashy answer he thought to be known for. Normally he was rather quick tongued, and the tongue in cheek response of 'Can't I have both?' was only stopped by the genuine respect of Kysse. She had not turned him in, or even grown distant from him in his sudden revelation. While that did not make her instantly trustworthy, he wanted her to be there like this now. Not just watching him bring down the economic titans, but helping. No, not helping, an equal. Perhaps that was why he always hated the poster children looking for help with a quest, because Crimson already knew exactly who the sole benefactor of such quest would be. However, the accuracy of his instantly prepared statement still remained fresh in his mind. Did he need money? Of course not. Was it fun to obtain more though? Her smile after he laughed was warming somehow. Not like a blush, just a reminder that he was still human and could interact as a human with others, not just as a contractor, gambler, or manipulator. "Well, I suppose both really. I mean, let's face it, I'm not the face of what heroism should be. That doesn't stop me from wanting people who are different not to be oppressed and feared though. That is what the banks and Yakuza, who own the casinos, are currently lining up to do. Imagine Kysse, that no matter how much money you had, if banks were allowed not to take your business or to seize your funds on the concepts of their own liking. Sexism, Racism, what does it matter? " The realization that he was being far too serious crossed his face like a shock. Why he was practically trying to get Kysse to join him! 'Join me, and together we will rule the galaxy' and what not. He chuckled again, mostly in hopes of seeing that smile return. "See, this is what I like about you. You can say something so directly, no long speech or complication. Also kinda leaves me guessing about you... adds to the mystery." He grinned and practically lifted the picnic basket right out from where she had been loading it. The weight was awkward, but for now he would be okay. "If you feel like I'm being too gentleman like, you can always get the door for me..." That was more of a sweetly asked beg than a statement, but this more genuine side of Crimson remained out for once. Truth be told, it was nice to for once not watch what his mouth was saying. If Kysse did betray him, damage control was always doable. Better to try building a real relationship for once then to always live a lie. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | May 27 2008, 05:46 PM Post #26 |
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His shocked expression surprised her, she was used to the way him talked and explained himself. It reminded her of the way she thought. His laugh, once again, couldn’t keep her smile away. As she slid the last thing into the basket he lifted it. Mystery? Kysse’s mind dwelled on the word for a while. Mysterious; unexplained, inexplicable, strange; was it a compliment? Or perhaps… not? Either way her cheeks turned pink, even under the blush she wore, the pink increased. How was it that here at school she found such nice guys? When she’d met David he turned out to be something else, then again she didn’t meet him at school. Did that mean that Crimson would also turn out to be like David? Situations like this were easy to come by but hard to understand, especially for Kysse. She didn’t understand these feelings. When he suggested for her to get the door she gave him a joking “who do you think you are” kind of look. Still she quickly made her way to the door and opened it for him. While waiting next to it she ran her fingers around in her hair a little, almost as if not remembering what was going on. Then the conversation from earlier came back to mind. She didn’t feel the need to continue so suddenly. Out in the hallway she managed to lead the way up the stairs and down the halls. She’d made sure to warn him of obstacles if there were any. No one wants soiled food. Then she decided to continue the conversation. After thinking about it she’d realized she’d never earned her own money before. Even while living on the streets she stole. For her this wouldn’t be too different, at least as far as she knew. Memories of her old life were easily remembered while she thought of it. Why not? It wasn’t like she was against stealing considering she did it when she was younger, even living with her former parents she stole things from school and school kids. Not that she was proud of that; she just did it to have things she enjoyed, such as books, food, and etcetera. “Um… about what you said… or suggested. I will help… as long as you make sure to teach me how you ride your motorcycle.” After a playful wink she smiled her adorable smile and opened the door that led outside onto the rooftop. |
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OOC: *ahem... that new siggy is quite cool, cool and somehow more distracting than the last! Kysse's look somehow made her more attractive. Was he really in to women mistreating him? Well, for starters he did know it was a joke... but secondly also realized Kysse had been the only person he'd been this open with. Funny enough, some of the other seniors sometimes joked that one could find their soul mate on a first date only at AHS. Though he certainly did not feel like Kysse had to be the one meant for him, it was rather eerie how well this all worked out. Literally, he'd shown up flying solo to the dance merely to test his luck at stealing away a pretty girl. Though Kysse to had come alone, at least one other male had been attempting to say hello. Thinking about a victory always put a smile on his face, so a rather chipper reaction was all Kysse got as he practically marched his way out the door. She didn't speak, but at the same time Crimson did not want to force more conversation out of her. For one thing, he had just dropped a major bomb shell concerning the ideals of robbery. For as many goodie goodies that AHS claimed to have, how lucky was it that a pretty girl seemed to not have a major problem with the concept of knocking over the big time? Right now, perhaps she was wondering what he really wanted from her. That same question was echoing through his own mind, but he refused to address it. Things like that could work themselves out without putting it to the chopping block of a mental debate. Being so perfectly open (well, honestly open) was not his normal modis operandi, but the closeness of a friend or companion... let alone something closer... was something he was completely unsure of. At long last, she spoke. It was a blessing that allowed for a cheap exit from the oncoming mental debate. It wasn't much of a surprise that she was agreeing, but Crimson did find her terms perfectly enjoyable. "You like that bike after all? Sure thing, but just remember I am not a paid instructor nor officer of the law." They were now on the roof, and Crimson really had to compliment himself (an act he enjoyed doing anyway) about the whole timing thereof. The moon was out, the stars were out... everything was so nice. Best of all, the emo Dead poet society along with the Mortal Kombat club seemed to be on hiatus tonight. The rooftop belong to them and them alone. Without further delay he set up for the meal as best he could, taking the time to make things look perfect on his part as well. The most important part of the preparation was pouring each of them a glass of Kysse's juice. After he took a seat, one hand extended out the glass of flesh colored liquid. "Here, you make the toast." |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Jun 16 2008, 10:50 AM Post #28 |
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That could be sexual.
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((Really?! How? Ha ha.)) At his statement of not being an instructor or officer she laughed, it was a good point, and one she could have figured out on her own. Their attitudes toward each other were fun, it seemed like they were making a good connection, at least in Kysse’s eyes. Then again she couldn’t imagine having anything more than that with people. That was beyond her state of mind. Even if she found Crimson to be so attractive and fun, it was just not something she could picture, especially since she’s never had more than friendships with people. The fact that he wasn’t surprised by her choice surprised her very much. Normally guys took her for a good girl, mainly because she had a sense of innocence from how naïve she was. Maybe he saw through that, but was there anything past that to see? Getting to the roof was the easy part. As he poured their glasses and she sat beside him, but not directly, he suggested a toast. What exactly was she supposed o say? No one said she was good at that but as she raised her glass of the non-alcoholic beverage, simple words spilled out. “May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune will bestow, and … while you have it use your breath, after all, there is no drinking after death.” They were things she had heard before, and perhaps she had messed it up. She felt a rush of embarrassment but still held up her glass to him. The scenery presented something such as romance, something Kysse didn’t quite understand. It was also a feeling that seemed irresistible, as if it weren’t a controlled feeling. Perhaps he knew what he was doing because she certainly didn’t. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 21 2008, 01:23 AM Post #29 |
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"I'll have to remember that one." Down the hatch some of the juice went. He pondered about the meaning of those words, specifically pondering about the breath part. While you have it, use it... That seemed so against his mold. Crimson normally bragged about being the person who could die at any moment and be perfectly content, but also live forever without regret. Was he actually living though? Gambling and cheating death were fun things, but what was life actually supposed to be? Love was certainly not the answer he wanted, but it was the first generic thing that popped up in his mind. No, he then debated himself I love me, that's all I need. This world is too complex and too damned to ever find that in someone else, or even to find a true friend. Here one day, gone the next... that's how this world works. But is that just springing to mind because that's the answer everyone gives, or is it genuine that I actually need someone? "Can I ask you a loaded advice question?" He stared at his plate, unable to take a bite though it smelled so tempting. For once he sounded rather serious, almost a hollow shell of the normal Crimson. "Is it alright to not find out who you were before you focus on being what you like, and with who you want to be?" His past had not come back to haunt him, not on or before this day. It was a loaded question because of the ring he had left in a suitcase tonight, a ring with his initial and the letter 'G' carved into the back side. Obviously that someone had meant something to him, but was it alright to just be this new person now? Oh shit... she's totally going to take that the wrong way. Well, maybe she won't. Kysse has been anything but regular, and the only times when I read her right is when I expect a curve ball. Throw me your best babe, let this poor soul breathe a little easier... |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Jun 21 2008, 07:29 PM Post #30 |
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That could be sexual.
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She tipped her glass a bit more she gave him an expression that seemed to say, “If you say so”. After their glasses clinked softly she drank and he did as well. While he seemed distracted she served them each. She served them equal portions of the salad after drizzling some of the dressing over the raw vegetables. If he wanted more it was easily accessible as she set it between them to the right not far from the pitcher. Suddenly he asked her a question that felt a bit odd. It also didn’t seem to be aimed at directly her, that could be part of her imagination though. “I don’t think I understand completely. Who you… were?” Her words were uneasy, a sign that she was thinking as she was speaking not just throwing anything out there. Unfortunately, she found herself on the verge of talking too much, as she sometimes did. As she sat there she became timid and looked away from him. Before speaking again she sighed and felt her ever hated word vomit coming on. “It depends, and I could be wrong, but if you mean… should you find yourself before finding another, than I would say yes. Unless you mean you lost something or someone then I think finding yourself, or who you want to be or what you want would be more fare to the two of you, or to just you. If I’m even making any sense.” Her shoulders shrugged and she laughed a bit nervously. Her manner was very apologetic. And she went back to serving them both the lamb that he had been in charge of. Everything rested between them, even the unlit candles. Those were an uncertainty for her, why had they been brought? Yet there they were nestled between the serving dishes and each of their plates. Surprisingly nothing seemed cluttered up there on the rooftop. But for some odd reason she felt a bit odd in his presence perhaps it was the suggested question that he asked for advice on. Not only was it a bit out of place but it was just unexpected. If her hands weren’t preoccupied with serving she might have been pulling at the curls in her hair or rubbing the silky material of her dress. Instead she kept her eyes averted and down at the trays. In a suggesting way she offered the walnut pesto sauce. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 21 2008, 11:12 PM Post #31 |
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That was perhaps the most complicated statement without answering the question that he could have imagined. Still though, a little bit of a smile crept back on his face as she offered him the walnut pesto. Was it the suggesting way that said move on, or her speech? Granted she did say to find himself... and Crimson kept forgetting that he didn't like feeling guilty. Let's go back to the shallow end of being me right? Even if that ring meant something, it was high school love never to last. Just a class ring that some stupid romantic version of me wrote something on. "My apologies, I did not explain the circumstances of the question clearly." His smile increased in a genuine matter rather than a forced one, and he took the pesto sauce from her with hungry eyes. Her suggestive mannerism was not only noted, but accepted and reciprocated. His hands touched hers just for the briefest moment before pulling away, the classic Crimson maneuver of letting no one truly have him. "See, when I told you I was born on a jet plane... I wasn't lying. I have a couple of trinkets from whatever my old life was but my first real memories are here in Japan, at the Tokyo International Airport." He paused for a moment to spread that wonderful sauce over his meal. It smelled so much better somehow here in the outdoors, a peace that he normally never wanted washed over him. "It was a curiosity mostly, but a little guilt also I guess. Here and now seems so damned happy that for the first time in ever I felt... weird-er... than usual." He nodded, took a bite, and then allowed his eyes roll up in pure satisfaction of the meal that they (mostly her) had created. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Jun 21 2008, 11:46 PM Post #32 |
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That could be sexual.
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While he apologized as well Kysse nodded as if to except his apology, as he had done to hers. As she handed over the sauce he touched her hands and this slight feeling made her blush, especially considering the previous circumstances. Her hands returned to her own meal and in a second her fork plucked up a slice of asparagus and was put into her mouth. It was very good! Then again, she expected as much. She hadn’t suspected him of lying, but it wasn’t as if just anyone would. His information was interesting. Oddly enough it made Kysse think on things she’d rather forget, her past. Nothing could keep those memories from her mind when others reminded her of theirs. Again she nodded, eating her salad silently. At his other words she blushed again. Happy? Was this because of her? It couldn’t be. She popped more salad into her mouth until he had released the sauce. She picked it up and poured it onto her meat. After setting it down she felt like it was her turn to say something, maybe. “Um… if I did anything to invoke any bad feelings…. I’m sorry.” With that she took a bite of the meat. The sudden apologetic expression faded into a smile. Before he could question her soft apology she couldn’t help but speak again. “You did such a good job on the meat, it’s excellent.” |
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| Deleted User | Jun 24 2008, 09:39 AM Post #33 |
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"Now now, I just said you made me happy!" He chuckled and smiled again back to her, that devious side of himself forming not so much a wall as a recovery. "I personally am not going to blame anyone for my moody moments, especially not you." What else can we do after all? Everyone has questions they like to ask. No more sour pussing about tonight Crimson, eyes on the prize of making someone else happy for once. "Okay, I indirectly hinted that I was enjoying myself because of you tonight, but really, it is fun." She complemented the meat, which made his eye twitch in surprise. I did something right? Like, well done young grasshopper right? "Well, despite what the faculty of this school will tell you, there are a few things I enjoy learning. I suppose cooking is one of them..." Houston, we have a lightbulb moment. Happiness in most people was a blind, euphoric feeling. The reason why Crimson liked to be happy was that his mind would focus on how to make itself even more happy. Call it euphoria focus or what not, but robbing the casino popped back up into his mind. It was going to be a multi-person job to begin with, but where would the majority of his allies enter? The kitchen. I'll form a false Culinary Club, secure school funding for blackmail purposes, and then we're going to strike at meta hatred like no one ever has before. Flawless? No, but damned appeasing to his mind currently. It was at this moment that he realized two things. 1) Kysse was an awesome influence on him, and 2) They should make plans about learning the art of biking. "Kysse, you're brilliant. This is perfect... But more on that later. Right now, simple question about bikes. Do you prefer the chopper sit back style or the crotch rocket?" |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Jun 24 2008, 04:46 PM Post #34 |
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That could be sexual.
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He was cheery again which allowed Kysse to relax. The tension she felt faded faster than expected as she ate and he asked questions and what not. At his comment she smiled, not in a cocky way of course, but being called brilliant was a compliment, a big one. Tough she was unaware where the comment had come from she also had no time to ask. Honestly Kysse didn’t know much of a difference and she had driven neither one so she didn’t know how to judge. “Depends on which one is easier for me to ride, I suppose. But I haven’t driven one once.” Riding didn’t count for anything; it didn’t help her get a feel for the vehicle. The thought of buying one with the credit card her dad had given her seemed very unlikely. This put a damper on her idea of purchasing a bike, but she wouldn’t say anything. Maybe she could start taking out small amounts of money and just having the cash on her instead of using the card in a dealership. Or maybe Crimson had better ideas of how to obtain a motorbike for her. With those thoughts she lifted her glass and drank what was left, which hadn’t been much. “What exactly is the difference?” Stupid question, she was full of them. It seemed as if they were both planning different things, her with the bikes and him with his schemes. She set her empty glass down and looked around. There were still fireworks being shot off down by the dance, which surprised Kysse, the sudden fire in the sky and burst wasn’t something she’d expected. It was an odd occasion to have fireworks at. Then again she recalled a student being in charge of those. Turning back to Crimson and her plate she grabbed her fork but didn’t eat immediately. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 29 2008, 01:26 PM Post #35 |
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He was not about to make this into a bigger deal then it needed to be, so thusly Crimson had the simplest of solutions. Though most bikers would tell you that how you sit is very important (choppers normally have far less control over tight turns), he had a solution that would make sense to her. "Honestly, the main thing that matters is comfort. After that, it's all how you imagine yourself. At least, I like to think of riding as an image thing..." So, he'd left out the explaination about turning. That would be given once they actually found her a bike anyways. Seeing as how they were both under twenty, Japan would not tolerate either of them doing much in the way of driving. Both of Crimson's bikes had been stolen, and unless dealerships had gotten terribly idiotic, getting Kysse a bike was going to call for the same thing. As the fireworks went off, he chose to watch how the light reflected off her face. It was an interesting effect, filling her soft cool skin with so many beautiful colors in such a little time. When she turned back to stare at him, her stare was met with an interested look. Why had she chosen to hang out with him anyways? Things just did not make sense anymore... And I shouldn't be playing ring around the rosey with a girl like this. Crimson's your best friend when you need him, but let's face the music eh? Shallow bastards are not a good influence on pretty girls to start with, and I really should not let anyone think of themselves as 'close' with me. "Want to go bike shopping tomorrow?" Just because he was thinking it did not mean he was going to say it. |
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| -AmazedisGrace- | Jul 10 2008, 12:44 PM Post #36 |
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That could be sexual.
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All that was left on Kysse’s plate was some of the dressing and juices from the meat. It had been a great meal that reminded her why she loved cooking. She nodded at his statement about comfort. All in all she got the impression that bikes were somewhat like clothing. That would be easy. Maybe they all went about the same speed too, so that wouldn’t be an issue. Men; how they understood that one word was odd. As the words slipped from his mouth she couldn’t say no. Shopping and Kysse was like a peanut butter and honey sandwich, it was the best combination, in her opinion. She smiled and nodded to his question, of course she would go, she couldn’t refuse a shopping trip and she almost started to feel like she couldn’t refuse Crimson. After all she already agreed to rob a casino with him; there was nothing to loose now, right? After picking up her plate and fork she set them back in the basket. They should have made a dessert or something as well. Idea, she had some in her dorm. Any other young lady would have refused to take a man like Crimson down to her own dorm, but not Kysse. She was more of a friend than anything, or at least she tried to be, and didn’t see the risk in letting people know where she lives. The only problem was she didn’t know how to ask. “Umm… do you want some cake, maybe before we take this stuff back to the other dorm?” She demanded little from him compared to the requests he had made, but she really hoped for a yes. |
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