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Post by tiru on Sept 5, 2010 22:31:37 GMT -5
Tiru let out an aggravated huff as yet another rude Parisian brushed past her shoulder without stopping to apologize for their behavior. That was the third person today to do this and the mismatch eyed girl was beginning to lose her temper—or what little control over her temper that she had to begin with. She was usually able to ignore people in general by keeping well out of sight, slinking by without being noticed, but the streets of Paris were abuzz with excitement.
To be completely honest, the fallen angel had no idea how she had wound up in this place—last thing she remembered was, well, now that she thought about it…she couldn’t remember anything from the previous day! How strange was that?
Running a hand through her tri-colored hair Tiru headed for a bench closer to the sidewalk where [strangely enough] not many people were occupying. She quirked an eyebrow, for the most part everyone was busily mulling about in the street rather than crowding up the sidewalk. That was even better for Tiru, she absolutely hated crowds; they made her feel uncomfortable.
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 5, 2010 23:07:52 GMT -5
Glo wondered the cobble stone streets. There were people all around him talking in that horrid language. He tried his best to ignore the sounds that were flooding his ears.
Don't listen. Don't listen... He coached himself as he sped walked through the sea of people.
Why the hell am I here?! He thought angrily to himself. He walked with his fists clenched and with a light stomp in each step. He hated this country. This town. Everything! He didn't know why. It was almost like someone from the lab randomly came up "you're going to hate Paris" and now he does.
But as it was, he was here. In the world of Paris, France. As long as he didn't listen to anyone speak in the terrible tongue, he'd be okay.
"Bonjour?" A small child with a red jacket asked, looking up at him. She had black pigtails and was holding a box of candy.
Glo screamed angrily and stomped away from her. He found a bench that was away from the crowd (mostly) and sat down.
"I hate this place!" He said with a tone of hatred.
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Post by tiru on Sept 5, 2010 23:28:17 GMT -5
She crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, just listening to the sounds of the city buzzing around her. If she listened carefully she could pick apart the conversations around her, dissect the French words and translate them into English in her head. Tiru was fluent in many languages, something that was innate in all Angels so that they could watch over the humans on earth more easily. It was a handy trait to have, she’d admit.
“Bonjour!”
“I hate this place!”
Strange. The second voice had sounded so much like---
Tiru opened her eyes and jumped at the sight of the red-haired annoyance. An annoyed groan escaped through her parted lips and she fixed Glo with an irritated glare.
“What’re you doing here? I thought I had gotten rid of you…”
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 5, 2010 23:41:25 GMT -5
"I thought I had gotten rid of you..."
The red eyed clone's eyes got even wider as he recognized that voice without looking over.
Could this day get any worse?! First he's dumped in the middle of the smelly place. Second, someone DARES speak french to him. And last, just when he thinks he's escaped for a moment, a girl who has a problem with every fiber of his being just happens to be sitting right next to him!
He's met the girl before. Many times in different worlds between the well known good v.s evil battles.
A smirk formed at his lips. He wouldn't let this girl see how much she annoyed him.
"Tiru Natsume...Pleasure to see you." He sighed, calmly. "No, I guess you didn't get rid of me. I'm not easy to rid of."
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Post by tiru on Sept 5, 2010 23:56:59 GMT -5
Not wanting to be sitting so close to her rival Tiru scooted off of the bench, standing beside it with a twisted scowl painted on her pale lips. Something about the guy [aside from the fact that he was aligned with the Council] just irked the shit out of her—or maybe it was because she didn’t like the color red. Such a violent and unbecoming color to be associated with and he practically personified the disgusting color and everything it stood for.
She wanted to wipe that calm expression clear off his face, deep down inside she knew that he was cursing his luck—or lack thereof—for having run in to her like she was feeling.
“Quel dommage.” Her voice was laced with venom as she spoke, mismatched eyes never once leaving his face. She didn’t trust him and she’d be damned if she took her eyes off of him for one second only to have him attack her. Tiru was ready for whatever he had planned for her—or whatever he improvised. She was smarter than that.
An amuse smirk quirked at the corners of her lips, “So, I see you’re enjoying your time in the city of love.” [/color] |
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 6, 2010 0:15:56 GMT -5
He wanted to rip her head off the moment he realized she was sitting two feet away from him. His anger grew the longer they were near each other. He managed to keep his cool when the fallen angel spoke French, but he wasn't able to contain it when she called it a "city of love".
He stood up and got nose to nose with her. The sight of her blue eye reminded him of brothers which only built up his irritation towards her. He grabbed both her arms firmly and stared her down. His face was hot. There was just something about Paris...
"Love?" He spat. "Such a stupid word humans made to up just so they have a reason to fuck. And I'm enjoying myself quite nicely, thank you."
His last words were marinated in sarcasm and loathingness.
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Post by tiru on Sept 6, 2010 13:12:34 GMT -5
The tiny thread keeping her temper in check snapped when he decided to close the distance between them and touch her. Tiru Natsume did not like being touched, she didn’t like to have any physical contact with others for that matter. Her skin burned where his hands her holding onto her tightly, not literally burning with heat, but to her it felt as if it were—like if he were to remove his hands there would be finger shaped burn marks on her ghostly pale skin.
The tri-color haired ex-angel scowled, her lips pulling back to show her pearly white canines, there was no mistaking her loathing for Glo. “Don’t touch me, you Council scum!” She growled through gritted teeth, attempting to squirm her way out of his grip. He was stronger than she remembered.
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 6, 2010 21:43:57 GMT -5
As she squirmed, Glo made sure to hold her in place. He didn't grip her tight enough to cause any real pain. Just enough to make sure she knew that it was he who was in control. She looked like the kind of girl who didn't like any kind of contact...so he wanted to make her feel as uncomfortable as he did with being in that world.
He finally let her go and sighed once he realized he had irked her. As of right now, it was his job to make her life a living hell.
"You know I'm going to follow you now, right?" He asked with sly, playful smirk.
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Post by tiru on Sept 6, 2010 22:09:54 GMT -5
Tiru Natsume was not happy at all, granted she rarely ever was happy with any aspect of her life, but this very moment wasn’t helping at all. She hadn’t taken in to account the possibility of having another chance meeting with Glo here in Paris, of all places, as it was the one world that he absolutely despised—for some strange, unknown reason. Tiru thought that she would have gotten some peace and quiet here, a little time alone to herself to bask in her angry reflections of her life. But noo, Glo had to come and fuck that up for her.
“Why don’t you go form an everlasting friendship with one of those French guys over there? I’m sure they’d be more than willing to accept you into their group of misfortunately hideous friends.” A spiteful smirk marred her pretty face, “You’d fit in perfectly.”
The exiled angel wasn’t usually so—unfriendly towards others, okay that was a lie, but she didn’t make a habit out of making her loathing towards others so blatantly obvious as she did when he was around.
When he released her from his hold she backed up a few paces, putting a bit of a distance between the two of them. She couldn’t stand to be in his presence for long, he was like a deadly disease, one that deformed the body—in other words; something she definitely didn’t want to spend too much time around.
“Don’t be a creepy stalker, you’re better than that.” She paused to rethink her answer before laughing darkly, “No wait. I lied. Stalking definitely isn’t something that is beneath your character.”
The tri-color haired angel turned on her heel, raising her hand as a form of ‘see ya later, bitch!’ and stalking off, “But I don’t have the time for your childish games, get lost Glo.”
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 7, 2010 9:17:44 GMT -5
His blood boiled with the thought of "friendship". He had seen it in some children show where two friends played a childern's card game to save the world. There was this annoying broad who always went on about following your heart. Every time he show this TV show air, he'd punch and break the television that played it. Friendship didn't exist. People were only out for themselves! In the end, they'll betray you. Hands down.
However, Glo was intrigued. He always had been. It wasn't every day someone could keep up with his insults.
"They aren't nearly as cool as I am." He stated, coolly. "They'll make me look worse than your idiotic hair."
He was going to comment on her words of him being a stalker, but decided to let it pass. He knew she was just trying to get under his skin. Though he'll never admit it, she did.
As she walked away, he pulled a dagger from his sleeve and threw it in front of her. It stuck in the ground with a loud "clinck".
"What's the hurry, Miss Natsume?" He asked in a low voice. "I believe this is the only thing you have time for."
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Post by tiru on Sept 11, 2010 18:43:01 GMT -5
She quirked an eyebrow at him and chuckled in dry amusement, of course he’d bring her physical appearance in to the argument. He only did that because he knew that she was right and he was wrong—and he was at a loss for a reply and therefore used the only thing he could think of to try and get a rise out of her; her appearance. To be completely honest, Tiru didn’t give a damn what he—or anybody else for that matter—thought of her. She wasn’t here to please others, the fallen angel only cared about herself and her own self preservation.
“Oh I’m blown away by your clever remark.” She rolled her eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I was told growing up that when someone says something degrading about you and your appearance that means that they’re jealous. So, I’ll take that as a compliment because I know that you’re just jealous that you can’t be a beautiful as I am. It’s alright, you were born—no, you were created, weren’t you?—that way.”
The mismatch-eyed girl paused mid-step as the dagger imbedded itself in the cobblestone street a few inches in front of her. Her eyes narrowed and she let out a huff of annoyance before whirling around on her heel to face Glo.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than harass me?” Her lips then twisted in to a bemused smirk, “You really need to get laid.”
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 11, 2010 22:07:41 GMT -5
His skin crawled as she made the remark about him created. If there was anything he hated more than his brothers and fathers, it was being reminded of the fact that he was one in the same as them. He wish he could change his hair color or something. But the scientists put a chemical in all of them that somehow forbid that. At least he had his miscolored eyes. Anything that separated him from them was a plus in his book.
"I really don't have anything else better to do." He chuckled as he walked over in front of her and picked up his lonely dagger. "See, I don't know why im here or how I even got here." He shrugged and placed the dagger in his jacket.
"So...I figured id tag along with this beautiful fallen angel until I find somewhere I need to be."
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Post by tiru on Sept 11, 2010 22:34:45 GMT -5
Her blue and green eyes watched him carefully, cautiously following his movement with her eyes as he moved closer to her. Tiru didn’t like her personal bubble being invaded, granted, he wasn’t that close to her—but he was still close enough to bother her. In all honesty, Tiru didn’t really like a lot of things so there really wasn’t much that didn’t get on her nerves. Glo bent down to pick up her discarded blade and she took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling.
“And what praytell gave you the impression that I would be a suitable form of entertainment?” The tri-color haired girl quirked a brow, “Personally, I don’t see how any of that has to do with me.”
Tiru’s eyes narrowed, a spark of irritation flashing through her mismatched vision. Her past as an Angel was a sore subject for her, so far Glo and his ‘brothers’ and ‘creator’ were the only ones to know about her background story. Just thinking about those assholes up in Heaven was enough to send her on an angry rampage through the city—but she quelled the urge for violence by clenching her fists so tightly that her fingernails broke through the skin of her palm and drew blood. She was immune to angel-blood, being one herself, and didn’t even bat an eyelash when the thin trickle of crimson-purple liquid drip-dripped to the cobblestone street, smoking and sizzling until there was a small indenture in the stone where the blood had fallen. Angel blood was highly acidic and had the potential to be fatal if used as a weapon.
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 12, 2010 12:08:11 GMT -5
Glo noticed the anger that surged through his opponent. He was no mind reader, but he had known Tiru for a few years now. Obviously not personally, but well enough to know when she pissed off. He saw her fists clench.
"Did I touch a nerve, Miss. Natsume?" He asked, coolly. He walked slowly over to the tri-color haired girl. "It seems to me that any mention of the word angle makes you all hot."
As he walked closer, he noticed the trail of blood that seeped through her fingers and burned the cobblestone that they stood on. He knew all about her acidic blood. Normally, people would think angles would have blood of healing because they're "pure" and what-not. But Glo knew the truth. Angles had blood that was acid here on earth. Now, whether it was healing and pure in heaven, he didn't know. Nor did he care.
"I tell ya, Natsume...all that hate and anger you have built up inside you isn't good for you in the long run." He eyes sparked with diabolicalness. He was a few feet from her when he grabbed both of her wrists, making sure to not touch her bloody hand. He held her firmly.
"You should really take care of yourself, Natsume..." He suggested through gritted teeth. Before she had any time to react, his lips crashed down on hers.
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Post by JADE on Sept 12, 2010 12:40:42 GMT -5
She didn’t understand Glo at all—she didn’t even want to understand just how his demented little mind worked. It seemed as if all he wanted in life, what he LIVED for, was to piss her off. Tiru should’ve mentioned that he really didn’t have to try that hard to get under her skin, just the mere thought of his existence was enough to cause her to grit her teeth in irritation. Ever since their first chance meeting, several years ago, he had been slowly but surely grating her nerves with that dark smirk and twisted personality of his.
“Oh anything but that, we all know you’re just waiting for the chance to jump my bones.” The fallen angel spat sarcastically, referring to his comment about her getting all ‘hot’ from the mention of her past.
Tiru snorted, staring directly into those disgusting red eyes of his, “Because you’re just here to look out for my well-being. Let me tell you something, Glo; pent up anger does nothing to my physical being as I am not human—therefore it doesn’t matter what I do or how I feel.”
The moment his lips crashed against hers she froze up, her body stiffened under the uncomfortable tension that blanketed over them. What the hell was he thinking?! Tiru shoved him forcefully away from her, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand.
“What…You….I…?!” She was momentarily at a loss for words, “You’re fucking demented!” [/color] |
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