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Post by asail on Feb 24, 2008 16:34:03 GMT -5
A small grin lingered on Kieran's face, the heat on her cheeks had begun to whither but maintained a scarlet color on her skin. Her hand slowly came out from underneath her opposite arm, the narrow hand rose to the top of his head. Her opposite, left arm, was still wrapped around her legs, the movements of her right causing the goggles on her neck to shift around. The tip of her fingers tapped the soft fur of Dizzy's eccentric ears, even though her physical attention was on Dizzy's ears her eyes were on his face. The eyelids concealed the surface of her eyes halfway, a light flashed in them and her grin was momentarily replaced by a snake like smile. "Is that so? Then maybe I'll have to find that spot that makes you feel good, or perhaps... You could help me find it." The end of her words were hushed, a tint of seduction in the last few syllables. Kieran let out a few low chuckles, closing her eyes as the length of her fingers began to spread over the surface of his ear, caressing their surface. "Some homos we turned out to be." She teased. She opened one eye, that confident half smile returning. "But it's not fair that you're keeping that information to yourself, I told you half of what I'm wearing. And I'll tell you the other half if you're nice to me. Who knows, if you want me bad enough, I might not feel like wearing them anymore.~" Her tone suggested that she was teasing him again, her thumb tracing the arch of his ear, the nail of it disturbing some of his gelled hair as it traced back over. Her tail, which had previously been placed along her legs, was still hugging her ankles, but the tip was flicking lively. Her soft touch released from his ear, bringing her fingers over the tip of the ear, tracing the outside line with her pointer finger and then returned the hand to where it was previously. "Hey, Dizzy... I love saying your name." She grinned at him, eyes closed, but her tone wasn't teasing at it had previously been, nor was it energetic like it usually was.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 24, 2008 17:22:13 GMT -5
Dizzy was still as stone as her delicate fingers stroked the sensitive surface of his ear and other measures. It was not a stillness that was due to awkwardness, yet again it barely looked like he was breathing. His facial expression never succumbed to a common emotion, just an empty countenance. He did talk, however, his mouth moving less than before, his voice amused and lacked any strictness. "Keep your clothes on Keiran." His lungs gave a full motion as he took a normal breath. "Hm well knock yourself out. You probably won't meet anyone with the same name. My parents gave it to me because when I was little, mind you they didn't name me till I was about three, I was diagnosed with something called Subjective Vertigo." His eyes gazed in front of him-at her face. "My balance is terrible. I used to get sick to my stomach all the time, but given some treatment it's died down a bit." Diz's eyes wandered to the wall above her of the restaurant. "I suppose you don't feel up to eating anymore? Would you like me to drive you back..?" He blinked slowly before dropping his gaze back down to Keiran.
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Post by asail on Feb 24, 2008 17:54:02 GMT -5
Kieran blinked slowly at him, she grinned, her eyelids slowly covering the grey tone of her eyes. "Fine, suit yourself. Or do you want to take them off yourself?" She teased, grabbing the sleeve of her shirt and tugging on it gently. Her eyes opened slowly, chuckling softly, her hand lifted a narrow finger to brush a strand of pale red hair out of her face. "And I guess that would make sense. I thought it was just because your parents were cool and named you something unusual. Do you mean you couldn't stand on your head, or be upside down or anything? My dad said I used to walk into walls, they thought I was blind at first." She chuckled softly, titling her head to rest in the crook of her arm. Her gaze still on Dizzy, she was looking up at him with one sagging eye. She pulled her legs tighter to her chest, her auburn hair stroked her cheeks from the tilt of her head. "Yeah, sorry about that. But before we go... I want you to touch me. And it can be anywhere you like." Her face only had a thin thread of red left, whether that was sustained from her words or simply left over from the incident was unknown. But her voice was quite calm and empty, completely serious. Her eyes held no trace of seduction or anything, they looked sort of empty. She paused before shifting her legs away from her, her hands still gripped her knees but she was no longer clutching her legs. Her goggles came down across her collar bone again as there was no interference, she lifted her head to stare at Dizzy. She didn't show any emotion or unease. Her tail beside her flicked and then was still.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 24, 2008 18:20:36 GMT -5
Dizzy's feet shifted uneveningly underneath him, trying to keep his balance steady, his stillness broken. "I never was able to stand on my head," He laughed a real low chuckle that lacked feeling. "And I probably never will be. Most people can't you know. I had a very hard time walking, sometimes I would be standing and all the sudden fall as if someone was shaking me or pushing me. Since I'm bigger now it's easier to control my legs and balance more, although it's actually a disorder in the ear's nervous system I think." The tip of his tail gave a flick. Diz was oddly silent after she spoke the last words, and his eyes hardened. He shook his head curtly and grabbed her hand swiftly. His pale near albino skin was soft, very soft, yet his grip was hard. As he rose up, he pulled her up with him, still holding her hand to direct her a few steps toward the car from behind before letting go. He continued toward his ebony machine, without saying a word.
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Post by asail on Feb 24, 2008 18:53:42 GMT -5
Kieran's eyes widened as she was picked up roughly, letting out a suprised gasp, almost falling over herself as he pulled her along. When he let go she stubbled a bit, flailing her arms to try and keep her balance. She sighed in what sounded like relief when she steadied herself, she pulled her opposite wrist behind her and began walking back to Dizzy's car. "I think my Uncle was able to do it, not sure. But I guess it helps that you're huge then, huh? My uncle had this spotted great dane I used to visit, his name was pickles! It was the biggest dog I've ever seen!" She chuckled lowly, she didn't seem affected at all that had just happened. The firm, soft grip of Dizzy's hand and how quiet he was didn't seem to affect her. She, again, pulled the door open a small amount before slipping into his car. Kieran grinned, staring aimlessly out the car window. "It seems weird how something like that could make you fall all the time, to be honest I can't really see you falling. That's weird, isn't it? Since everyone falls at least once in their life..." She trailed off, and evetually fell into a silence. She still had a small grin on her face, but her eyes were closed, and her skin was once again its original color. Her voice was hushed when she spoke again, laced with deep thought, her eyelids sagged. "Dizzy, what would you do if I told you to kill me?" Her head remained turned to the road, but her gaze faced him. She was serious again, no smile displayed itself on her face.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 24, 2008 23:13:42 GMT -5
Dizzy fastened his right hand on the wheel, the other pulled the door to a complete shut. He didn't say anything while she talked about random things, only reached blankly around for his keys without looking that were clearly not in that pocket. Eventually when he did notice and found them, he turned on the ignition, and proceeded with the steps to starting the car efficiently like he did in the school parking lot. Diz's arm rested on the open window like before, his hand dangling down.His speed was a bit faster than before, breaking his normal twenty-five. After the long while, he finally spoke. "Well, frankly I would say no, because you're perfectly capable of offing yourself if you feel that way. I would probably go to jail, which, I'm sorry, I wouldn't risk for someone I just met." He was obviously spacing out, caught in some reverie; he didn't keep a watch on his speed, as it had gradually come to forty, and then forty five. He suddenly his arm withdrew from the window, grasping the wheel tightly. "S.hit!." His other hand that was previously on the wheel shot out near Keiran, grabbing her hand so hastily that he mostly got her wrist. His left hand that was on the wheel spun it with decent velocity toward Keiran, so that it spun to right making the car hit the headlight near Dizzy's side, and his other hand tried to keep Keiran in her place. His hands were preoccupied, one controlling the wheel, so when the other car came in contact with Diz's, his head was unprotected. Both cars were stopped by this time; Dizzy's fingers gripped the steering wheel with a intense clamp. The whiplash had made his head hit the steering wheel, and warm blood slowly oozed from the surface of his forehead. He was still holding Keiran's hand with the same tight grip, knowing that his goal was to keep her from whiplashing like him, but he knew that her body would still move without her arm, and wasn't sure if he hurt it or even kept her in place. A drop of thick scarlet liquid dripped onto his steering wheel. Dizzy's grasp on the wheel released, as his fingers felt around the torn skin of his forehead, smearing the blood accidentally.
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Post by asail on Feb 25, 2008 0:02:23 GMT -5
Kieran's eyelids lowered, her grin spreading only slightly, chuckling quietly. She stared aimlessly out like she usually did when she was riding in a car, only brought out of the mental stumble by the sound of Dizzy's voice. Her eyes widened, gasping quietly as he suddenly grabbed her wrist, his tight hold pinching her skin a little. Her head turned to him when the collision occurred. Her voice was cut off by a suck of air as the force of the car cause her to lurch into the side door, even with Dizzy's help. Her right limb was lurched against the door as well, Dizzy's grip causing a pain ful strain in her shoulder, but at least kept her from going fully into the glass. At first her body only trembled as the waves of pain swept over her, her heart at a fast beat. She blinked slowly, her body shuddered as she struggled to sit up completely. She had bruises already forming along her entire right side, her right cheek had a small cut, her gaze came down to Dizzy's hand on her wrist and then over to Dizzy. She flinched at a small twinge of pain as she lifted her hand to his face. The fingers merely hovered over the bleeding wound, it was unsure of what emotion her face held. "Dizzy... You're bleeding." A drop of blood traced from the cut and rolled down to her chin. Large shudders were running through her body, her exposed arm was beginning to darken as the internal injuries began to show. The bombardment of pain, like the pounding of drums, didn't seem to bother her. "C-can you see ok? You have vertigo, right? Is it acting up? Dizzy!" She was acting up, the presence of blood was affecting her, the occurrence of the car accident was sinking in. Her voice was becoming strained, and hushed, she was blinking very slowly if at all.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 25, 2008 19:55:28 GMT -5
Dizzy was quiet again, which wasn't unusual for him, as he felt something sting his eye and instinctively closed it. The blood on his forehead had started uneveningly dripping onto the right side of his face, slipping down the grooves of his eye socket. It took a while for her words to sink in, but it was simple to tell when he finally took in what she said, as his restricting grip on her hand released; his tense knuckles still tight. A sigh that almost sounded exhausted escaped Diz's lungs and he closed both eyes. "For the love of God." His body finally grew back to it's loose state, relaxing from it's tight state of shock. He swept the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping a majority of the blood off with his huge hand. The scarlet liquid slowly dribbled down the center of his cranium to replace the blood that was cleared away. His sapphire eyes opened once again, no longer irritated by the blood that had flowed over it before. They scanned carefully over Keiran, analyzing her well being and accepting that she was still alive, even though slightly small incidents like this were hardly ever fatal. He looked upset at the sight of her cut, and lifted his hand to brush away the blood, but only succeeded in smearing his own onto her torn skin on her cheek. Dizzy rubbed the back of his hand on his pants, forgetting they were white and pulled open the the door, preparing to get out. "I'm going to see if the others are okay.." It seemed as soon as he got on his feet he stumbled, untouched, and fell, catching his body with his steady arms and knees like he had before when he met Keiran. The blood had reached his brows again, and at his dipped angle, spotted the concrete under him.
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Post by asail on Feb 25, 2008 20:49:28 GMT -5
Kieran blinked slowly, she felt the urge to chuckle at the sudden release of the tension in his body. But unlike Dizzy she was still a little shaken up by the incident, her heart was pulsing fast, the slow blinks made it apparent of the adrenaline in her body. Her breaths were very shallow as Dizzy's had attempted to clear the blood of her face, the normally soft feel of his skin was now matted and sticky as the blood that covered his hand was smeared onto her cheek. But she didn't seem to mind, in fact, she wasn't blinking, staring at Dizzy. She then started to blink normally, again when he lost balance outside of the car. Kieran let out a breath of air, and turned to her door. The length of her right side burned as the muscles stretched and released according to her movements. You could see the bruising start about mid leg, hidden by her clothes, and then reappear at her arms. She stumbled out of the car, a slight limp in her right leg as she walked across the front of the car. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings as much as her goal. She wasn't walking that fast, but fast enough to get to Dizzy's side. "Dizzy, you're body is still shaken up from the accident, don't push it. I'm actually kind of amazed you got over it so fast, normally rabbits are startled easily." Kieran looked down at him, the droplets of blood below his face. Her blinks were still slow, but she tried to pull a grin, unsuccessful. "I'd help you up, but... You'd crush me." Kieran attempted to crouch down, her face reflected pain, sitting down next to him with her arms wrapped around her legs. Not the smartest position for someone covered in bruises, but this was the only way she could think of to see him at eye level. Kieran's own blood was collecting back at her cut where a blotch of Dizzy's blood was still wet on her face. "I wouldn't try to move that much right now, Dizzy. If you keep falling I doubt you'll be able to catch yourself every time, and I'll laugh if you fall on your face. As cruel as it might be." A small grin came to her face, it wasn't suggested whether she was teasing or not, her blinks were becoming more frequent now, and the bruising was turning darker. The pain bringing her out of her shock. Kieran lifted her hand to gently brush her fingers over his left ear. Her hand came back to her, and her eyes were concealed by lids, her auburn tail gave a flick at her side. "We should patch you up though, you're bleeding pretty heavy. Not as bad as some things, but not a small amount, either." There was a small pause, and as she spoke again, her smile dropped. Her eyelids lifted, but her eyes were still unreadable, the ashen depths were serious once more. "Hey, Dizzy, what would you do if I told you I killed someone?" The blood that had been collecting on her cut ran along the lift of her cheek and slid down to her chin, trembling before the droplet detached and splashed onto her knee, more following. "What if I told you, I killed a lot of people...?" Her voice was hushed so if the other people in the accident were coming up they wouldn't hear her.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 26, 2008 20:48:08 GMT -5
Dizzy slowly lifted one of his arms and drew his hood over the length of his hair and ears. The baggy, cream colored hood sagged in layered folds down the slopes of his skull and neck. Even the tall tips of his virgin ears didn't disrupt the natural round shape. With the front of his palm he swept away the dripping blood again, feeling a slight sting as dirt invaded the wound from his asphalt filthy hands. "It's only cruel on account that you'd be hurting my head rather than my feelings." He ignored her other comments, and was silent for a few moments. His eyes were closed, and with one quick movement he thrusted his lean body in an upright position, his stance perfectly still. His tail uncurled and hung loosely, only curving at the end. Diz brisked his fingers over the front of his car, the narrow tips dipping along the newly uneven dents and busts. "I'm going to be honest with you. Simply, I don't know why I should care what you did or have done. And if you did happen to ask me straight foreward," His fingers now wandered around the curves on his bloody palm. "I'd probably believe you were BSing me since that's not how I see you, or can ever see you." His eyes now scanned over her facial expressions, not blinking. "In the sense that you were telling the truth and the hint of sensitivity in your voice tells me that if you did, it was probably a big mistake. An accident. Of course, if you were a murderer, you wouldn't go out and tell me, unless you had a knife in your pocket." He moved stiffly away from the car, keeping his feet very low to the ground. His eyes had drawn away from her now, staring across to the other car, whose driver was in the process of getting out. Dizzy's tail gave a hesitant flick, moving to the right in a cautious movement. "Keiran, stop asking me these stupid questions, that, I'm sorry, you think I care about. It's none of my business." His tail lashed in an irritated swing. "Now get back in the car, unless you'd rather get suspended." Before she could say anything he strode away in a unconfidant gait. If his steps were not shallow, his legs would quiver breifly before succumbing back into a slow walk. He wasn't very far away, only near the car that he had hit.
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Post by asail on Feb 26, 2008 22:48:28 GMT -5
Kieran's tail rose slowly from the asphalt, flicking from side to side. Watching Dizzy as he lifted the hood over his head and stood, she gave a small sigh, closing her eyes. She said this before he left, but was still unsure of whether he heard her or not. Her eyes were still closed, her face in an expression not disappointed, or sad, but had a strange tint of something not easily placed. Fear. She rose gingerly to her feet, her voice sounded amused, but the tone was hollow, like she didn't really care she was saying it. But there was that underlying emotion again, the same one as on her face, but also hard to place as it wavered between that emotion and amusement. "Surely you don't think all murderers are the same, right Dizzy? For if you would happen to, I would find that quite foolish of you." Her tone at the end words lifted as a half smile came to her face, causing the strange emotion and tone of fear to be washed away. In fact, it bacame hard to place if that emotion had been there at all. Her arms, which hand previously been draped by her sides, were pulled behind her back, the movement singed the muscles corresponding with the vibrant bruising on her body. She considered being stubborn and standing outside, but the pulsing agony below her skin was worsening with every passing moment that she strained the muscles by standing on them. Her smirk came back to a small grin, her grey eyes opening nonchalantly as she followed Dizzy a ways to the front of his car, then left his side, slowly slipping into the car, obedient. Her arms had come back out from under her, her palms laid on her lap, and now she simply stared out the window, her eyes sagged in a nonchalant fashion, she seemed to be in deep thought. She was silent for a while, the dead quiet atmosphere in the car was almost chilling. Watching the figures outside almost indifferently, her limbs started to lose tension, melting off her tan skin. Her breath was very shallow, the tendrils of needles dancing over the bruised muscles made it almost unbearable for her head to tilt backwards onto the seat. But it was so quiet, the moving people became blurs of color, her goggles shuffled nosily as her head sagged to the left. She had fallen asleep, the sun filtering through the car windshield, and turning her auburn hair into a golden red. She seemed so silent when she slept, not even her breathing made a sound.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 26, 2008 23:34:22 GMT -5
Dizzy spoke in low, hallow breaths, letting the other person do most of the talking. He noticed that the other car was not bashed that bad; Dizzy's car had taken most of the damage of the crash because it was the one that intercepted. He told him that he would pay for the damage, however, as long as this wasn't reported to the police. He gave him his license plate number, ID, and phone number along with his address until the lady was satisfied. She was nice and polite, and understood he was a student and couldn't afford a report, but had no promises if the police were already called. The cost of the damage on both cars was not enough to require a report to the DMV. She said some other things that he silently listened to, noticing that he couldn't just get off empty handed, and she handed him a piece of paper a few moments later. After she returned to her car, Dizzy stared at her with a concentrated glance until she had driven consistently away. He then, began to reverse to his own car. His steps were slow, only a bit slower than his normal gait, and his tail never moved from it's curved position. He was near %100 his car would work as efficiently as it did before, the engine still running with a low rumbling. He slipped through the open door, placing his left palm on the steering wheel to help his body adjust to the seat. Dizzy closed the door with a slam, not angry, and shuffled his feet around the pedals. It was then he noticed Keiran was asleep, and deeply considered waking her up. But as he stared at her with intense eyes, he felt an awkward state of silence in the atmosphere of the car, radiating off her. He figured it was just because he was so used to her loudness, and he was naturally enjoying the distinctive quietness. With a slow turn of the wheel, he moved the car around the curb to park on the other side near the sidewalk. He twisted his keys in reverse in the ignition, turning of the engine and broke his grasp on the wheel. He stared blankly out the window, occasionally seeing a car, but never made a noise or rustle of a movement. Although head wounds tend to bleed alot, the blood dripping from his was coming to a subsequent slow. The silence in the car made his mind scramble for things to consider, and he denied thinking about anything. He liked the emptiness, it made his important thoughts clear. And as many times as he tried to push away and resist any thoughts about Keiran's previous words, they were consistent and stubborn.
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Post by asail on Feb 27, 2008 0:10:22 GMT -5
Kieran's chest subtly lifted, the strands of hair interfering with the airflow blew steadily in the shallow breaths. As her body rejuvenated the constant nagging of the bruising pushed at her mind. The pulsing beats of the pain, her body wanted to stabilize them. When you're body is in complete pain it tries its best to heal you, however some symptoms of bad health can sink into your subconscious. Like stress with sleep walkers. Her movement started as a few twitches then, gradually, her shoulders shifted so she was at a tilt, her right side, now with released pressure, began to dim in the pain. Her goggles shifted, and her forehead gently tapped into Dizzy's forearm, since she was still too short to reach his shoulder. The sag of her body then grew still again, her breathing thin as air. Then there was silence once more. Her neck was now outstretched a little, revealing the soft flesh beneath her goggles where a thin stretch of creamy pink scar tissue was exposed. It would've been completely covered by the side of the binding of her goggles in normal circumstances, but the lens was being pushed up by her shoulder. It was a slim cut, the point most southward was thickest. It was hard to tell what could've made such a mark, but it was obvious that it was too thin for most things.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 27, 2008 23:42:54 GMT -5
The sudden touch on Dizzy's arm startled him greatly, snapping him out of his thoughtful reverie. He instinctively pulled his arm away, in a swift, paranoid motion. The removal of his arms serving as buffers only made her fall directly underneath him, which was his lap. He flinched curtly, but didn't pull away like before. He was curious about if he had woken her up, although he could careless either way. Diz's shaken eyes finally returned to their slouched state, staring at her blankly. His bored eyes busied themselves with looking over her body, examining meaninglessly over her figure and appendages of her body. For some reason he was unsure of, her exposed neck made him feel awkward, and venerable. He was vexed on how he was able to notice the narrow mark on her delicate skin, surprised with himself that he was being that observant. One most cases, Dizzy realized that he would've probably gave the scar no further thought or glance, but it was so close to him and his gaze was locked on it. He normally didn't invade another's privacy, more physically than anything else, but his careless demeanor made it easy to convince himself otherwise. His slim index finger ran gently along the cut, starting at the thinnest side and making it down to the thickest. It was such a slight touch, as his finger barely stroked the skin, pulling away before the end of the scar. He shuffled his hands to a different position, away from his lap, and back onto the steering wheel, staring monotonously out the window once again.
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Post by asail on Feb 28, 2008 0:26:14 GMT -5
Kieran's breathing seemed to stiffen as Dizzy's finger brushed lightly across the scar on her neck, the fall had not stirred her, as Dizzy was soft. Her cheek now rested against his leg, resting on the area of her back between her side and spine. Her right arm was caught onto her thigh, her other lingering near her stomach from the fall. Kieran's body attempted to curl to the warmth, but this upset her bruise ridden side, not agreeing with the contraction of so many muscles. But she slept as silent as before. -- She awoke a half hour later, her eyes blinking groggily as the blurs around her focused and became more recognizable. She blinked slowly up at him, turning her head from his pant leg to his actual face, normally someone should freak out, but Kieran merely pulled a half smile. "No one's going to think you're gay if you put a girl on you're lap, Dizzy." Now that she was awake she could ignore the agony of her sides, and in being able to do so shifted onto her back, so she could look up at him better. Her eyelids sagged a little. "You saw it, didn't you, my scar? My goggles where at a weird angle when I woke up. Did you see anything else?" She teased, grinning at him and chuckling lowly. She lifted a hand from her side to her neck, fiddling around with it until the lighter colored flesh was covered. Her fingers released their grip on the binding of the goggles, hovering over the material. "Have you stopped bleeding?" Her voice was soft, and low from sleep. But her eyes contained the same energy they always did, her tail giving a small flick.
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