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Post by Kodiak on Feb 28, 2008 20:24:54 GMT -5
Dizzy's slouched eyes turned his gaze toward Keiran, confirming she was awake by the constant talking, although not that bad this time. After the brief gaze however, he peered blankly out the window again, his fingers grip relaxing on the wheel. I didn't put you on my lap, skitzo. He thought, but didn't say anything to defend himself, or anything at all about it, as he didn't really care what she thought he did. His legs felt uncomfortable under her, no she wasn't heavy, but he didn't like the fact she was still there, although awake. He kept from anxiously moving them, and retained his frozen stillness. At the mention of his wound, he didn't move, not even his eyes. "After I stopped messing with it, I think a clot formed, so yeah I guess.." His hands shifted on the wheel to the left, revealing red prints on the black leather. The scarlet gash on his head looked odd in comparison to his pale skin. "What is that scar anyways? I was bored, because you somehow found a way to sleep after a car accident, so tried to guess what you could've done to get it. Silly, I know."
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Post by asail on Feb 28, 2008 20:51:31 GMT -5
Kieran blinked slowly, her grin thinned and she closed her eyes. Her voice got quiet, and almost completely hollow if not for the tint of amusement. "I got too close to a rose, and was cut by the thorns." Her grin widened, almost eerily. But when her eyes revealed themselves again she appeared the same as always, she gave a short sigh as she lifted her head off of Dizzy's lap. Trying to sooth herself as the burns squelched her comfort and purged her muscles. She closed her eyes as her back hit the seat, quite roughly. She held her breath for a bit, there was no pain on her face. But as she spoke her voice momentarily shook, as it adapted to the agony. "And I was tired after all the excitement, plus it was so quiet, I guess I fell asleep. That reminds me," Her right eye opened so Dizzy was in her line of sight. "Do you ever dream, Dizzy?" She lifted her hand to straighten her goggles out, the black ang grey bindings still hadn't moved from the area the scar was known to exist, a scar too thin for a thorn.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 28, 2008 21:59:48 GMT -5
Dizzy's head turned to her, his eyebrows raised in an expressionless pose. "I have bad hearing. You're going to have to speak up." He sighed, forgeting the problem. His eyes still hadn't moved away from her, as they normally did by now, and they lowered in an observant stare rather than exhausted. "Do you need me to take you home? Of course you could aways walk if you'd rather not drive with me still. Or I could take you back to school, I am only in charge of you for the Ethics hour,I hope you know." His legs still hadn't moved, although she had removed herself from his lap. He closed his baby blue eyes, his ear flicking slightly. "I never dream. Never have." Diz didn't stir as a car passed them harmlessly. "Why, did you have some sort of random dream you randomly wanted to tell me like most things?" His voice was not irritated, but rather shallow.
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Post by asail on Feb 28, 2008 23:06:45 GMT -5
Kieran was silent at first, blinking slowly at Dizzy before her lips parted into a wide grin, a hollow chuckle came from her throat. Her eyes closed and her head faced in front of her. "I highly doubt that, and as for my dreams. I don't feel like you should know.~" Her grin revealed her white teeth, the end of her words playful, but remained weak. Something was strange at how she hadn't returned to her full voice by now, usually people gain the energy needed to talk a few moments after sleep. "The rain is beautiful..." She spoke, even though it was clearly sunny out, only a few large clouds in the sky. She was silent for a few moments before talking again. "I don't care either way, I just don't want to walk." She chuckled, she jumped, burns rippling across her side. She shuffled around at her side and drew out her phone, it continued to vibrate. She flipped it open to look at the caller ID. Her eyes fogged over, her face becoming heavy with pain. Her bangs shadowed her face as it slipped slowly over her cheeks. She didn't click anything or shut the phone until it stopped vibrating, her finger then gently pressed it shut. She stashed it back were it was found, but her smile was taken from her. Her voice was chilled, the edges flickering with bitterness and pain. "I wonder why that bast.ard still thinks he can call me..." Her tail flicked agitatedly, her body leaned into the seat, the motion pushed back her hair to show her eyes beginning to glisten with tears. She closed her eyes in an act to hold the tears back as the sting of the hot fluid became more apparent to her. Her voice had become more placid, but it was still tensed with pain despite the emotionless voice she tried to pull. "Dizzy, you're a guy so tell me. What's so great about getting into a girls' pants?" Her eyelids opened halfway, her head turning to Dizzy. "I mean, I understand a guy just wants his pants to be happy... But what's so good about it? Is it just the fact that you f.ucked some chick... Is that all there is to it...?" Kieran's upper lip trembled, biting her lower lip to prevent a whimper from escaping her as she felt the burning tears leak past the niches of her eyes. She moved her hand to her face, using her knuckles to brush away the tears sliding down her cheeks. She jumped again, but this time her brow creased in anger. She grabbed her phone and threw it against the dashboard, only ending in it coming back to hit her leg and land of the floor. "Stop calling me!" Kieran spat, her hand still hovered in the air from when she threw the phone, the spot on her leg where the phone hit pulsed with pain. Her arm trembled, and she brought it back to her body, the fingers curling in a tight fist. Her tense, wet face portrayed more sadness driven pain than anger of the physical pain of her wounds, her eyes squeezed shut. The phone vibrated again. "Stop calling me..." She choked breathlessly, lowering her face into her hands. Her shoulders trembled as she continued to try and hold back the tears, most still running down her face.
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Post by Kodiak on Feb 29, 2008 20:04:55 GMT -5
Dizzy watched her aggressive moments with slightly larger exposed eyes. He was about to say something when she tossed the phone, only to have it returned back to her. He blinked slowly before clearing his throat to try again."If you are so angry at him why don't you answer it and yell at him? No one would blame you." He sighed and clasped his palms together, bending his elbows to stretch behind his back. His stiff bones composed a few sickening cracks and he held them in place for a few moments. "It doesn't really help you any if you ask a gay guy. Hah." He was sure she would realize he was kidding, and released his arms so they slipped back into place. "You're not a guy, so you don't understand. But if it's a sex talk you're looking for, go to your parents." He rubbed his temples, on each sides of his head, slowly caressing them with gentle fingertips. "mm..You highly doubt what?" He said, delayed. Dizzy's fingers paused from their circular strokes and reached for his keys in the ignition, twisting it hesitantly.
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Post by asail on Feb 29, 2008 23:39:20 GMT -5
Kieran sighed, running her fingers through her hair in an act to calm herself, her head resting against the seat of Dizzy's car. "I'd rather not ask my Dads for a sex talk, Gay Lord." A teasing grin appeared on her face, but her eyes remained closed. Her voice was a little less bitter than it had previously been, and now it just sounded like she was trying not to care, her grin fading. "Besides, if I answer it he's just going to lie to me more, it's just a waste of minutes." Her hand slipped down from her auburn hair, strands of it falling messily back onto her cheeks. Her eyelids were starting to become raw, again. The creases weathered and red, her arms coming indifferently to her sides. Her phone vibrated again, Kieran flinched. She opened an eye reluctantly to look down at it, however it only buzzed for a few seconds. She sighed and bent down to pick up her phone. Her sides burned, the fire rippling across her ribs and tightening her chest. Taking a few moments to breath and loosen the dry knot in her chest before flipping the phone open to read a single text. Her eyes hardened, she clicked a few buttons. The text disappeared and her screen turned black. She closed her phone and stashed it away. Kieran's eyelids were sagged, looking more confused than tired or in pain. Her face held a disgruntled emotion, her arms folded across her lap. "Just take me home, it's on Meadow street, the one by the park. I don't want to risk seeing him today..." Her voice broke at the end, hot tears sliding passed her squeezed eyes. The grip on her arms tightened, ears pressed flat to her head.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 1, 2008 0:04:25 GMT -5
Dizzy kept his hand on the keys, hesitating and staring at her distinctively, analyzing. His ear spun slowly in a disturbed move, his eyes unblinking. "Why is it that I can never tell what you're thinking?" His clear sapphire eyes ran up and down her face. He sighed, and finally turned away with a shrug. "Fine, whatever you want. You will have to go back to school eventually though." He stretched his palm over his face, rubbing it down his eyes and nose. He almost seemed annoyed, but opened his eyes slowly."Sorry I couldn't cheer you up today." He lifted his foot from the break and proceeded slowly before switching to the gas, barely touching it as well. "It's just something guys are made of." He wandered off on a different topic. "They have instincts, like everyone else, just more magnified. Urges. If you don't like it, I suggest finding a gentleman." Dizzy's hand moved slowly to the right, turning the corner. "But even then there are no garuntees. We are only animals, after all. We aren't as civilized as everyone thinks."
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Post by asail on Mar 1, 2008 0:35:18 GMT -5
Kieran's lips lifted into a half smile, her lids still concealed her eyes. "It's better off you don't know what I'm thinking." Her right eye opened slowly, the twisted grin still on her face. She caught Dizzy's gaze analyzing her, making a low chuckle come from her parched throat. "If I play my cards right I won't have to go back." Her eyes closed, straightening her face forward so her unopen eyes viewed the road ahead. "But then again, that would be a bad play, I can't simply admit defeat. It like a checkers game, but soon the colors of the board will change." His last words caught her by surprise though, her eyelids opened fully. Staring at him strangely with wet eyes, blinking slowly. Her lips parted into a small grin, her eyes closing as a light chuckle escaped her throat. "Animals you say, how strange." She rested her head back on the seat, her tail flicking. "But you know Dizzy, you did help. A girl can still cry as she holds her rabbit, right? But the rabbit's soft fur helps calm her until there is only a dull ache." She said this Cooley, for some reason sounding amused, but the overall texture was hollow. Her head turned to face the window, the light filtering in brought some warmth to her face. Her grin had slimmed down now into a slight lift of her lips. There was a pause, and she was silent for a while, simply feeling the warmth on her skin. "Hey, Dizzy. Next time it rains let's walk in it..." Now her voice was indifferent, like she didn't know she was saying it, however there was a flicker in her eyes as she opened them. The flash of light wasn't readable, but a small tear traced the grooves of her cheeks, her fingers gripping her arms tighter, but the small grin remained.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 1, 2008 1:22:26 GMT -5
Dizzy's eyes moved slowly from the left to the right, then back to the center, as if he was attempting to be more aware. He tilted his neck uncomfortably, stirring the bones and conjuring another crack as if he was restless at her words. "I don't like not knowing what people are thinking. When my hearing was fading, none of my other senses strengthened, but I gained a sort of sixth sense. It's more of my visual abilities applied itself to my mental strengths, and I am able to integrate peoples facial expressions and body language, almost in a form of words to me. It's almost like story telling, therefore I rarely ask questions." His fingers flicked the blinker before turning smoothly. "I almost thought I could read you, like an open book. I didn't have to know you to figure out you were having relationship issues in the fact that it was ending. But now, whenever I think I know what you're going to say, you dazzle me with something not even a mind reader could foresee. It bothers me." He inhaled a gradual, deep breath, and the atmosphere around him changed. "Never come back? But don't you want to see what we learn in lesson ten of ethics?" He laughed, a cold, empty, faked laugh, the end of his lips slouching. He was silent as she talked about rain; his empty countenance had returned from the awkward laugh. He took a second glance at her then back at the road and sighed. "There you go again." Dizzy's foot pressed cautiously down on the break, directing them toward the side so they made a unexpected stop parallel to the sidewalk. He wasn't looking at her, but he said with such a dull voice, "I'm not continuing until you stop with the tears. I'm not going to take you home crying."
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Post by asail on Mar 1, 2008 2:05:17 GMT -5
Kieran chuckled lowly at his words, not acknowledging the strange stop, not even turning to face him as she guessed he wasn't looking. Her voice was amused again, her forehead resting against the gass of the car window, her eyes watching people as they walked passed. "You mustn't be very good at puzzles then. When you empty a puzzle box the pieces of the same size and color aren't put together automatically, they're scrambled everywhere. A mind reader, or someone like you who can read a person by there expression try to find the exact emotion in the exact place its supposed to be, there's a pattern isn't there, so I'll just tell you now." Kieran moved her head away from the glass, turning her head to Dizzy, and opening an eyelid half way. A teasing grin came to her face, but the emotions of pain and sadness still fogged the revealed eye. "I don't like patterns.~" Kieran sat up in her seat and sighed a little, both lips lifted into a small smile, she rested her elbows on her knees, propping her chin with her left arm and using her right to wipe her tears with a narrow index finger. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were worried about me." It seemed like she would be teasing, but it was merely stated. Her right arm came down from her face and dangled from her knee. "My Fathers are never home around this time anyways..." She trailed off, her voice didn't even grow quieter, she just stopped talking, like she had lost interest in what she was saying. Her eyelids were sagged, their red surface looked raw, the burning in her side was great in her position. She paused before speaking again, her grin lifted a little. "Hey, Dizzy, do you remember that story. Where a girl was eating porridge and was scared by a spider? The spider must've been fun to hang around with, always pulling pranks like that, knowing people will be scared." Her tail flicked, but her ears remained limp on her head. Her head turned in her palm, staring at Dizzy once again. Her sagged gaze didn't really hold anything, her chest was tight with anxiety and dread. But it was that strange grin that through off that emotionless face.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 2, 2008 0:39:51 GMT -5
Dizzy let out a unsteady gust of air, his eyelids sagging deeper as his foot slowly pressed with a gradual force against the gas pedal once again. As he pulled away, his hand lifted at a ninety degree angle to scratch his gelled hair that was gelled forward rather than back in spiky tips. His fingers sank lower, pushing away his hood to scratch the sensitive surface of his neck. The black tattoo that had succumbed into his skin days and days ago dissolved at the top of his neck, just a inch under his jaw and spanned across his right arm to the top of his hand. The left side of his body, however remained as clear, untainted pale skin, even the other side of his neck, pure white. Diz finally broke the silence. "Well, if they're not going to be home then I guess there's not much of a need for me to bring you home crying or not. But if you think it's a good thing that I care, then sure, I'll take the credit." His ears balanced themselves out, retrieving their sense of a neutral position. "Yes, I remember that story. That doesn't sound fun. What are you trying to compare it to?" Dizzy's grip on the wheel was so careless and light that his hands occasionally would slip down. "What's with this new side of you? You're acting different. It's weird." His gaze didn't move as his speed decreased. "Which one of these houses are yours? I don't live in a house, so I'm not good at picking them out."
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Post by asail on Mar 2, 2008 17:14:38 GMT -5
Kieran leaned the side of her head against the cold glass of the car, the chill stung at her skin for a bit but dissipated shortly after it was brought up. Her lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes glistening with some sort melancholy. "I'm not comparing it to anything, I just thought that, you know. It's kind of nice to know you're not as vulnerable as you really are sometimes. Like a deer, they constantly flee, but during mating season they fight one another, they must feel such pride when they win, don't you think? They stand with that female knowing they won, that they aren't as weak as the loser. That they're stronger.. stronger than at least one thing in this world..." Kieran sighed softly, as if the statement had brought her somewhat peace, but her ears lost a little life at Dizzy's last words. She shifted her eyes away from the window to steal a glance at him, then her vision journeyed back over to the lines of houses. Her house was at the end of the street so her eyes remained fixed on nothing. The lids were sagged, but her grin remained just as gentle, if not more soft. Her eyes displayed a sort of peace, but the previous turmoil was still drifting in her depths. This was not unusual, her expressions were usually mixed anyways. "Am I? I thought I always acted like this. Are you not used to me being calm, or are you just used to me lying to you? While it's on my mind I wish to apologize for that, even though you probably couldn't tell what was a lie and what was truth." Kieran's eyes closed, a chuckle escaping her. "Now I feel mean, teasing you like this." Her grey eyes exposed themselves, she blinked once then raised a narrow finger to an off white house. The narrow building looked two stories, the thick wood panels made up the structure, the door a soft green color, gas lamps hung from the space beside it. The dimensions were about half the size of a normal house, houses similar to it were stacked beside it. All of them looked alike except for an illuminate number above the small garage on it's front to number them off. Pink carnations were also planted in the front by the walkway that let up to the door to help differentiate her house. "That one's my house, we planted those flowers there 'cause my Dad kept going to the neighbors houses. He actually got arrested once, my Dad is such a spaz." She giggled, her eyes closing as she teased her old man, her face giving off a cheerful expression. She brought her hand back to fiddle with her goggles, her head turned to Dizzy. "Hey, Dizzy, do you want to come inside? I feel kind of bad that you didn't get anything to eat," She opened one eye, her grin turning into a teasing half smile. "I promise I won't bite." Her tail flicked, her gaze journeyed back to her house, her grin shrinking. "When my hamster died we buried it in the backyard, its name was cookie dough. It bit me and I was so scared I accidentally threw it when I shook my hand." Her head slowly turned to Dizzy, her grin softening. She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't, but the temptation soon passed from her face. Her tail flicked again, her gaze came back to the window but it was hard to tell what she was looking at or if she was just staring into space again. "It's sad, when your balloon gets away. You watch it knowing you can't get it back, and you only look away when it's a tiny speck in the sky, it gives you a sort of lonely feeling, doesn't it?" Her eyelids sagged, but her smile was still soft.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 2, 2008 18:12:19 GMT -5
Dizzy's eyes followed her pointed finger, and he pulled over parallel to the house. His hand rested on the keys, however, not yet turning it. "And here I was thinking you compared everything to fruit. I really am way off, aren't I?" His other arm lifted so that his hand could scratch slightly under his tidy ear. "And I simply just thought that it was more of not telling the truth rather than plain lying. So I didn't say anything. I'd rather not be wrong." Diz's slender fingers finally twisted the keys with a harsh jerk, pulling it in and drawing it out after. He didn't touch the emergency break or switch gear into park, but simply turned off the engine. "I was never into circular plastic with balls of helium into them. Never needed to worry about that small, simple issue." He rested his cheek on his open palm, his eyes and ears seemed to droop; he stared at her. "Are the rooms in your house small?" Dizzy's tail gave a restless moment to the left.
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Post by asail on Mar 2, 2008 23:23:14 GMT -5
Kieran's gaze came away from the window, chuckling, lids concealing her eyes as her head turned to Dizzy. "Not really, it looks small, but it's barely furnished so it feels spacious. It only really gets cramped when you go upstairs. Why, you claustrophobic?" Kieran lifted her narrow fingers from her goggles to her face to brush a few stray strands of auburn hair away. She grinned at him and chuckled. "But now that you mention it, I can't see a guy like you walking around with a balloon.~" She teased, her eyes concealed by lids.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 2, 2008 23:48:35 GMT -5
Dizzy's eyes watched Keiran when they were closed, as if he didn't like looking someone eye to eye. "I just don't like small rooms, that's all." He said curtly, stuffing his keys into his pocket. He reached for the handle on the car door, but then paused. "I do hope you have a key to your own house? Because if you don't, it just gives me an excuse not to go in, and I feel that it's very easy for me to be persuaded to just go back to school. For I simply don't have much of a reason to go inside in the first place."
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