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Post by Lady C.C on May 12, 2009 18:41:37 GMT 10
C.C sat, her legs crossed over with an almost bored expression on her beautiful pale face. A pure black corset that had colored purple on the edges, made C.C stand out that little bit more. The short purple skirt, and her high black heel boots, made C.C appear intimidating to the trained eye. To others, she probably looked like someone who belonged on the streets of the rough patch. C.C didn't care, her attention on the glass cup between her hands as her elbows rested on the bar.
It was the start of a new year for her. She was going up into the 7th class. A brief smile appeared on her lips. C.C was going to turn up late, as usual. Though the staff seemed to always turn a blind eye, C.C wanted to make sure this year they didn't. That they wouldn't have a choice but to acknowledge she needed to be punished. It wasn't that she liked to get punished, it was just that she hated to be ignored. And when you have been around as long as she had been, being ignored was like being forgotten. Only worse.
Hearing glass shatter onto the ground, C.C blinked. Looking at her now bleeding hands and the fragments of glass around droplets of blood.
"Damn," She muttered softly. Her honey colored eyes watching as the little cuts on her hands quickly healed. Before looking up at pairs of eyes that the noise had grabbed attention too.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 12, 2009 18:58:07 GMT 10
Elias had been leaning up against the far end of the bar, surveying the few patrons casually when the sound of breaking glass caught his attention. 'Damn' he breathed, searching for the source of the noise. He frowned as his eyes fell onto the girl who had caused it. That broken glass was coming out of his salary. Mild annoyance stirred inside him.
His blonde hair fell into his eyes as he surveyed her quickly healing wounds. 'You alright?' His voice was gruff, with little sympathy. He was already tired from working the previous night through. Not that he should worry about her...the cuts were already healing he saw. Grabbing a broom he walked around the bar and began to sweep up the broken glass, barely throwing the girl a second glance. Just another day. He knew that soon it would be busier, as the school year began.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 12, 2009 19:27:01 GMT 10
C.C quirked up an delicate eyebrow. She had been thinking she was going to get yelled at. After all that's what they do down in the underground. Well it was the better half of what they did in the underground. You usually had to pay for what you broke. In any way you could. A disgusted look passed over C.C's face, before it emerged into a smile. Facing the guy as he began cleaning up the mess.
"Sorry, my strength got the better of me." C.C apologized, tucking a few loose strands of her light green hair behind her right ear. Studying the blond haired guy, with open curiosity.
"...Thinking about school. Though you don't go, obviously. Have you ever been to the academy?" While she spoke, C.C grabbed a dust pan. Placing a hand on the broom he was holding. As if saying. 'Let me'.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 12, 2009 19:56:25 GMT 10
'That must be an easy thing for one such as you' He said, looking up at her quickly. His eyes guarded and his expression serious, as if awaiting her reaction. 'I've never been to that place. I wouldn't trust them anyway. I'm only on this middle-of-nowhere Island for the work.' He sneered, then added in a semi-whisper 'And the scene'
He hesitated as she lay her hand on the broom, then pushed it gently towards her, instead walking behind the bar to fetch a small trash can for the shards.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 12, 2009 20:27:00 GMT 10
"I won't lie, it is." C.C laughed melodically. She didn't mind if people knew what she was. It was better they did anyway, it made her seem more dangerous. Her honey coloured eyes twinkling. "You don't mind do you?" She asked, while gathering the last of the broken glass.
C.C thought about what he said, she didn't think the scene was 'all that'. "The work is good." C.C added agreeing. Yet she didn't know if the she got paid the same he did. Swiftly dusting the mess into the dust pan. C.C waited for him to come back.
"Oh, I'm C.C by the way. Whats your name?" C.C asked, putting on a friendly smile.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 12, 2009 20:58:17 GMT 10
Elias took the last of the broken glass from her. 'I've met rougher types than you' He said honestly, his face betraying no emotion. 'Where do you work?' He asked, his eyebrow raised slightly. She looked like a rough patch kid.... but most did these days. Yet they knew so little about that thriving underground. That scene - it had his soul.
'Elias' He replied to C.C simply, his eyes grazing over her form.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 12, 2009 21:11:47 GMT 10
C.C smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. "Well unlike them, I'm picky about who I take blood from." C.C watched him, then dusted off her hands as if she got something on them.
"Enriched, it's a huge club. Heard of it?" C.C answered him, not really expecting him to know. It was all hush-hush when it came to talking about what goes on in the rough patch. C.C couldn't care who knew. What drove her to work there was the cage fights. She loved to see the bravery in every fighter that stepped up to fight. It amazed her, and as always she was drawn, like she had been in their position before.
Before she could get all dreamy eyed, C.C combed her fingers through her darkening hair. "I like your name." She stated, her eyes roaming around the pub.
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Elias Lorimer
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Owner of 'The Devil's Drink' Race: Human
"Bar Wench"
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 13, 2009 17:43:05 GMT 10
Elais laughed without humour. 'Enriched? I run the bar down there'. He smirked at her, his eyes glittering. 'I wouldn't expect someone like you to be in a place like that'.
He leaned back against the bar, reaching blindly behind him. After a few fumbling seconds he dragged a dirty-looking bottle from behind the bar. Ripping of the lid, he drank nearly half the bottle in one long swallow. He sighed as the warmth hit him, numbing him, dulling everything.
'Ah, thanks'. He replied, slightly taken aback. 'But its just a stock-pile name. You know, the kind orphanages hand out...'
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Post by Lady C.C on May 13, 2009 17:59:54 GMT 10
C.C was surprised, she didn't expect to met the notorious owner. While he was known for his club, nobody really got to know him or got to actually see him unless it was business. This was what C.C was told. It was quite amusing to find out he was working here, right under many people's noses.
"Well, I didn't expect my boss to be someone like you. Maybe a little more bulkier, with black hair." C.C joked, smiling playfully. "See, not all is what everyone expects." C.C stated, eying him as he drank half the bottle.
"Elias, didn't your real parents give you a name? Before they left you?" C.C asked, taking a stool and sitting on it. At least he got a better name than the rest must of.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 13, 2009 18:10:12 GMT 10
He frowned, sensing her suprise. 'Thats the problem with people these days - they're always expecting something more' Elias said bitterly, letting his hair fall into his eyes. He shifted from the bar to a stool next to C.C.
'Ha, my parents didn't leave me. They abandonded me, left to die by a trash can.' His eyes sparkled with some semi-hidden emotion. He finished the bottle and grabbed another. He had never really thought about his parents. They had handed him to death and that was it. They were nothing to him now, and he was nothing to them from the day he was born.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 13, 2009 18:24:35 GMT 10
"Not something more, just different. Unique." C.C said softy. Her opinion anyway, others could think what they like. C.C listened to him, leaning her head on her hand, facing him.
"They probably couldn't handle having a child. But that's no excuse. People can be cruel, but that is what makes others stronger." C.C said, not really knowing why talking about children was making her feel sadness inside. Like she had lost something she loved greatly. Pushing those thoughts aside, C.C leaned across the bar. Grabbing another glass cup. Placing it in front of Elias.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 16, 2009 14:34:19 GMT 10
'Does it look like it made me any stronger? They almost killed me' Elias said dismissively with a wave of his hand. Slaming his almost-empty second bottle onto the bar, he got up and walked away from C.C, taking up his position behind the bar as another customer walked in.
After serving the already-drunk man, he turned and stared at the back wall blankly for a minute, clearing his mind. He didn't need to think of his parents now. He was on shift. He had work to do. He turned and faced C.C, his face almost blank.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 22, 2009 21:45:05 GMT 10
"..That's just it, you survived. Don't you see? For that you are stronger. You didn't end up like some scum, letting themselves rot on the street." C.C pointed out. Not really caring if he disagreed with her. Humans always seemed to be looking for sympathy, at least Elias didn't exactly pity himself. Or so C.C thought. He looked as if he didn't.
C.C let her eyes scan the drunk man, nope, he didn't have the type of blood she liked. Damn. Letting her hands fidget with the edge of her short skirt.
"So, Elias. How did you end up owning Enriched?" C.C asked, her voice thick with curiosity. Knowing she should be leaving, heading for the school. Yet something was compelling her to know Elias. Whether it was because she was trying to put of going to the school, until the last minute or simply because she was talking to her boss.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 23, 2009 16:33:45 GMT 10
Elias shrugged, his eyes unwillingly falling to where C.C's hands played with the edge of her skirt. 'Damnit' he thought, forcing himself to meet her eyes as she asked him another question.
'I talked to the right people. I know the right people.' He smiled half- heartedly at C.C as the crunch of splintering wood, and raised voices could be heard. Instead of breaking up the fight, he meerly raised his voice to talk over the din. 'When those people heard about the rapidly growing underground scene here, they wanted someone in there, getting a profit from it. But they wanted someone who knew their job, so they chose me'. He tilted his head slightly and looked at her more intensly 'Th'say i'm about as rough as that place, thats why I can handle it so well'.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 23, 2009 18:09:16 GMT 10
C.C smiled, "What about the cage? Ever stepped up?" She would love to see him fight. Well she loved anyone who fought. Just the way she was, even if some people hated violence. She saw it as art. Muscle's tensed, body's sweating, cracking bones. The anticipation, the blood. C.C also knew the headmaster occasionally watched the fights. It was normal for him too, after all he was the teacher who taught everyone to fight.
C.C let her eyes linger on the men fighting. Drunkenly. They would not feel the pain now, but she was sure they would when they were sober. It was always the same at pubs, this was probably another reason she liked hanging out here. To watch free fights. Even if they weren't as good. C.C yawned, bringing her hand to curl a lock of her light green hair.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 23, 2009 18:39:19 GMT 10
'Once' Elias answered, his eyes dark with crowding memories. He had not gained many scars from his oponent, but neither had he given many. The only thing his opponent had given him was the knowledge that he would never fight there again.
He sighed and looked at then men, deciding that tonight he would prefer to keep his bar mostly intact. 'One moment' He said gruffly to C.C, already making his way towards the men. The drunken brawlers paid Elias no attention as he scowled at them. This wasn't the first fight he had broken up here, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.
With a grunt he stepped between the three and shoved one to the floor. He lay sprawled on the ground in a drunken sleep, and Elias wondered just how he had mananged to keep himself upright so far. The second scampered away as quickly as he could manage in his semi-stupor. Elias turned momentarily, looking back to C.C. Within seconds he felt a fist collide weakly with his chin. He turned and the last of the fighters slurred something incoprehensible, the last of his words cut off as Elias's fist collided with the mans jaw, knocking into unconciousness.
Elias ran a hand over his face and walked back to C.C, sitting on the stool next to her.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 25, 2009 18:24:37 GMT 10
C.C hadn't expected Elias to intervene. It was rather exciting watching him show the other men just who was stronger. It was saddening that he had only been in the cage once, she wondered what could of happened. It looked as though he could handle himself. Pretty well too, she had seen worse fighters than him. He was strong, she saw no reason why he didn't continue. But C.C wasn't going to be nosy right now. As she watched him finish up with the men and walk over.
"All in one night, " C.C smiled, eying the unconscious man. Then turning her honey coloured eyes on Elias. "Yet I don't know why you wouldn't want to show off your skills in the cage." C.C said thoughtfully, he had taken out a larger man with one punch. It was impressive, even if the man was drunk. Reaching out her small hands to turn Elias face towards hers. Careful not to touch his chin as she examined it.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 25, 2009 20:29:33 GMT 10
Elias breathed in sharply with the contact. She had not hurt him, but just the contact of her skin with his was a shock....so strange. He had not been touched by anyone for so long, not since he left the orphanage. It sent a shiver down his spine.
'They're drunk. It's not hard to bring a drunk to the ground. The cage though.... its different. Have you ever fought in the cage C.C?' His eyes were piercing as he met hers.
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Post by Lady C.C on May 25, 2009 22:17:36 GMT 10
C.C studied his reaction, thinking it because of her skin's coldness. That was the only reason she didn't immediately pull away, but she did mutter an apology.
"I don't think it'll bruise, so your pretty face won't have a mark." C.C declared, delighted. Her eyes going wide as she grinned. Taking a moment to think about his question. There was a time she felt she did. Long ago. But with her memories hazy, C.C couldn't be sure.
"Possibly. I feel as if I have, but I'm not sure." C.C answered, her voice holding bemusement in it. Knowing she hadn't really answered his question.
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Elias Lorimer
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Post by Elias Lorimer on May 27, 2009 19:19:40 GMT 10
Elias dismissed her apology with a soft grunt that may have been an attempt at speech. He looked at her, a slight frown creasing his brow. Her happiness was a shock in a place like this, where despair was "in".
'Thats an odd sort of answer. Usually you know things.. or you don't' His lip twitched when he spoke. Was she make a joke from him? She didn't seem as if she would, but -
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