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Lindsey Monsowa

Some people have to convince themselves to kill, I enjoy it.

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a character in “Detached Strings”, as played by gezzygezzy

Description

Appearance: If you know what I look like I have to kill you....Image
Name:My name is known only by people who care enough to ask Lindsey 'Link' Nikon Monsawa
Nickname:A rather stupid nickname really... Link
Age:It doesn't matter how old I am! I'm still the best killer around!17
Role:Does it look like I could tame anyone? Assassian
Partner:Sergio
Inhuman Abilities:Those are meant to be kept secret! She can control the water and pain, but she doesn't use those very often, that way people don't know her full strength. She has yet to even tell her Tamer, although she may decide it's a good time to pretty soon.
Weapons:Well, knives and guns are a woman's best friend right? Link has a knife around the length of a butterknife but that she sharpens on a daily basis so it could cut you if you just touched it. She made it double sided and some have said it was so sharp that it cut them just by looking at it, but Link knows they probably tried to touch it. Her gun is a pistol but thats all she really needs. She doesn't even need a weapon. When she was locked up she would practice her abilities, making her one of the most dangerous expierements around. She also is probably one of the most unstable, because she goes into berserk mode when angry or far enough into a fight.
Personality:Well, I'm sweet, lovable.... Link is in no way a sweet girl. She is sarcastic, rude, and only thinks of herself and her tamer. He's truthfully her only friend. She likes the fact that nobody else likes her so when a fight comes nobody will try to help her. She had a memory that somehow hadn't left her about that Spartans. They said the best death was death while fighting, and she agreed. She doesn't like other people helping her and the only help she ever accepts is from her Tamer, even then she does so reluctantly.

But she hasn't become a complete killer. She has this small hope that there might be a bit of her memory back in her mind. She hopes that maybe if they destroy the organizations, she can return back to her life before, and she will kill everyone in the world to do that if she had to, just to remember what she had been before. Just to know what she could have been if it hadn't of happen.

Lindsey also has a problem with her anger though. When she gets angry she usually goes into berserk mode and it makes her anger flare up more than ten times what it would have been. She may just hit somebody at random or lash out. It's really unpredictable what she does when she's in angry berserk mode. But the other time she goes crazy is when she gets to deep into a fight. She starts out by just killing them, but if she fights for long enough she goes into berserk mode making her hits much more unpredictable and have more force behind them. She becomes the ultimate killing machine when in berserk mode, and the only way to stop it is by physical contact of her tamer. Depending on how out of it she's become is how strong the physical contact has to be.

Theme Song: The Kill(Bury Me)- 30 Seconds to Mars
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?

What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Marry me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?

You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you

Come break me down
Marry me, bury me
I am finished with you

Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/0-9/30-seco ... yrics.html]
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside

Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance
I know now, this is who I really am

Come break me down
Marry me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you

Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Come, break me down
Break me down
Break me down

What if I wanted to break?
What if I, what if I, what if I
Bury me, bury me


Anything Else?Not that I'm going to tell you. I don't give everything away you know. After all, information can become weakness.

So begins...

Lindsey Monsowa's Story

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Terelle Fairchild
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Terelle

The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov
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A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.
A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.

Re-passing the front door, she saw Marx sitting in one of the front rooms writing, looking more chipper than normal. Which for Marx, still wasn’t very chipper. She pushed the door open a little more, enough to peak her head in. Letting out a little cough to let him know she was there before all out talking, she gave him a chance to cover whatever he didn’t want seen before she got too close. Whatever he was writing, she was sure it wasn’t her business.
”Hey Marx? Breakfast should be ready soon. I mean, you can keep doing whatever you want, but Im just warning you there might not be anything left if you wait too long.” she let out a small laugh and shook her long, black hair with one hand. She noticed the imprint under his eyes, the ones people always get when you don’t sleep well. She felt something with it, she wasn’t sure what. Not sorry for him, probably not even quite concerned, but it was still something. After everything they had all gone through together, it was hard to be completely cold hearted to everyone as some of the people tried to be.
She caught herself starring, she had zoned out a bit looking at the imprints under his eyes. It had only been seconds, but she still felt as if she had overstepped her welcome on his private time and hastily added a
”Just letting you know, Ill save you a plate.” and quietly closed the door behind her, not giving him a chance to reply. She didn’t think he would, anyway.

Heading back towards the kitchen, she peaked in to see that this was the central hub where everyone had been hiding. Sergio was indeed trying to make breakfast, Alex was near him trying to talk to him, Ren, Emilia, Luka, Lindsey, Arden were all there as well. Busy kitchen.
”Need a hand, Sergio? I feel like with so many people to feed, it’s not fair to make you buy it all and then turn right around and cook it all.”
She laughed, flashing a smile his way denoting that she did, really, want to help.
”And just in case you were worried, I did try my best to wash the filth off my hands already.”
Another small laugh, then a turn to Arden.
“And good morning, Sunshine, how are we?”

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Marx

The dark head looked up and the book snapped shut when a sound entered his field of hearing. Splinter. Nothing threatening. She was polite, she followed the unspoken protocol that proceeded speaking to him while he was writing. if someone didn't, he'd shut down on them and disregard what they were saying, if they didn't respect him, he wouldn't' respect them. Simple enough. He listened politely to what she had to say, food, come and get it before it's gone, but then she began to bother him a touch. She was staring at him, not into his eyes, but right below them. Seb's facial muscles twitched ever so slightly with is annoyance, then she looked away, seeming to realize her mistake, and hurriedly made an exit. Mentally Seb decided to keep a better eye on her, just in case.

He rose as she shut the door and opened it again, calling in his light yet deliberate voice down the hall after her. "Thank you, Sugar." He said, one of his many meaningless names for the females in their pitiful troupe of freaks. He wandered to his room and re-hid his journals, adding the new one to the stack and securing the floorboard back after he'd settled them inside.

The dark haired male decided that he had some time to burn, just in case Dashkov was still in a murdering mood the kitchen wasn't the most ideal place to linger. especially with all those people hanging around, he'd have to mingle. Euch. Not what he wanted to do at the moment. Poking his head out of his messy little room, Marx spotted his little female friend emerging from her's, weapon in hand. Monsowa, Lindsey. He could play for a little while, that sounded enjoyable. He withdrew himself from the doorway, waiting for a couple moments for her to pass, then emerged himself, tailing the young woman out the door.

Seb darted, being agile was favorable in these situations, so he managed to keep a ways behind her without being noticed by the cocky lass. he watched her throw her knives at the tree a few times before nearing her, his hands in his pockets and an indifferent mask gracing his features.

"Well, look who we have murdering vegetation here." He said, his voice tinged with dry amusement, an inflection that was reserved almost exclusively for Monsowa. "Having fun, my little Scarlett?" His face still waned blank, but he did cast his eyes over to the tree then back at her. They glittered like an amused cat's amber orbs.

'There's always fun to be had when Monsowa was around, that was for sure. Let's see how annoyed she becomes this morning. Bets on thirty that she throws something at me.' Seb thought to himself, his own personal narration. A habit of his, especially when it had to do with this little firebrand. it always seemed that he was more animated when speaking to her, even if it was merely to torment her with prickled words to watch her explode on him.

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Marx

Seb made a small motion with his neck, sending the stray lock dangling in his face scurrying away, back to the safety behind his ear. Then he grinned pleasantly, which seemed almost eerie. Like a grinning cat, something one doesn't see very often. It was a natural enough look, but smiles just didn't fit Seb's face right. "Ouch, sweetheart, your sarcasm's stinging." He spoke in response to the statement, the one chased by a glare. She was so amusing when she looked angry. He stretched his arms indifferently. His spine popped a few times, complaining of the time he'd spent curled up or hunched over.

Amber eyes flicked over Monsowa's face and he lifted an eyebrow slightly, his grin fading one one side, leaving it lopsided. He took a few measured steps forward, his gaze flicking to the knife buried in the trunk of the tree. He considered his answers for a second, his expression waning sardonic before going stony again. He met her face again and deadpanned.

"There's a simple answer, Ladybug, if only you'd open your eyes and see it." he leaned against a tree, fingering the rough pattern of the bark delicately. "It's not me, it's you." he flashed a grin before dropping it easily. "Have you ever considered that perhaps your strings are the only ones I bother to tug because your reactions are so damn funny?" He was walking again now, nonchalantly towards the tree bearing the knife. He gently eased it out of the poor bark-covered being, using two fingers against the trunk to create pressure so he'd not have to exert himself.

Seb's fingers were nearly a blur as he spun the weapon expertly around on his finger, not touching the wasp-sting blade. He knew Lindsey prided herself on how sharp her weapon was and how well she could use it, which was the only reason he was messing with it now. He glanced at her, flicking his wrist in an off-handed motion; sending the blade right back into the tree he'd so carefully removed it from.

"You should be honored that I talk to you, Ladybug, I don't bother with any of the others." he shot her a devilish look as he deliberately turned his back on her to walk back to his tree, the one he'd been leaning on. Ladybug, he liked that nickname, perhaps he'd apply it permanently to the little lady, rather than using Scarlett, so unoriginal. He was no Rhett, so why call her that? Ladybug was true too. She was red with anger, and little. And a lady, oh, he shouldn't forget that. And she was irritating but harmless just like a little ladybird. Perfection. Seb was amused with his creative genius.

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Marx never turned his back on anyone unless he had reason to. And he sure as hell had reason to this time. Oh, it was painful, yes, but amusing nonetheless. He'd watched her become more and more angry, eying the rocks below before he'd turned his back on the little ladybug. The lanky form was completely relaxed when the rock smashed into the back of his head. She had a good arm, he'd give her that. A spasm of pain crossed his face for a second, but he quelled the urge to react. Small doses of pain could be beneficial to the body. He'd learned that in the place. He'd done exercises in ignoring pain and thinking through it, which he was doing now as the back of his head throbbed brutally. Awareness. Pain is temporary it shall pass sooner rather than later. Of course, the awareness didn't work with torture, that was a whole other type of pain, but for little blips it was perfect.

What wasn't so perfect was the little stream of blood dribbling down from his temple. Concussion? She'd got him right above where neck met head, so most likely. The blood vessels in his face had always been particularly sensitive to impact. It wasn't hard to bloody his nose, or do to him what was occurring now. After regaining his composure, Seb turned cordially to Monsowa. The trickle of blood had passed his temple and was now working on making it to his jaw. The edges of his vision complained about the whiteness nibbling at them. He'd need to get his noggin checked out later.

The slender form arched gracefully and captured the rock that had struck him. He gave Monsowa a semi-amused glance as he held the offending object in the palm of his left hand. There were some small smears of blood on the stone, not his blood but hers. Silently he reached up with his other hand. The lump wasn't too bad, or at least, it hadn't grown much so far. It promised to be a nasty little goose-egg, but it didn't particularly bother Seb. It was a trophy for him. Another triumph. He'd pushed Monsowa off the edge.

The male's fingers curled around the stone tightly as he began to speak. He didn't usually flaunt his powers, but it seemed apt at the moment.

"I give you props for the aim and the arm, Monsowa." He said, the grin creepily out of place on the pale face with the blood trickling down one side. "But you loose points for loosing your temper. I think that makes it...Marx twenty, Ladybug two?" He winked. Then his attention was drawn back to the stone as it shifted under his fingers. He was crushing it like it was a lump of talcum powder. The grey and rust colored stone was quickly turning to powder, to dust. He released it and then blow lightly, sending the newly formed cloud of infinitesimally small rocks on their way. Then his eyes flicked back to Lindsey.

"Got anymore rocks for me, cupcake?" the dark haired male asked, spreading his arms apart in a Christ-like gesture.

Oh, it was great fun to taunt and tease, despite the throbbing pain in the back of his head and the growing dizziness he was trying so hard to hide.

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"Honey," Seb grinned as he followed her, his knees shaking slightly as he started moving. The rock had not been nice to his noggin. "You're more paranoid than I am. Why do I give a flying..." he paused for a moment to avoid explicitly cursing in front of such a dainty lady. "If they know what I can do or not. I don't care what they know about my powers." It wasn't a lie, but not a complete truth either. One should play the apathetic. "In fact, it should make them avoid me, yes?" He was close to her shoulder now, and his hand ghosted over it as he leaned forward slightly. His head was spinning still, and the rivulet of blood was soaking into the collar of his shirt. "Because they know that I could throttle them with a twitch of my wrist." His voice was lower now, an almost growl that rumbled with amusement.

"And it's enough th-" the lithe figure paused in the middle of a word as a particularly brutal throb had set his world spinning gently. He grunted in discomfort, a hand raising up to press the bridge of his nose. He halted completely. Hopefully she'd keep walking. There wasn't anything he could really do to prevent the onset of this most distasteful weakness, but it would better if he didn't have an audience. Seb wasn't much of a performer. He swayed slightly, and his face had gone a few shades paler, making the blood stand out a more prominent red.

The sticky fingers of the pain were inching their way up his skull, threading through the rest of his brain in a way that was utterly difficult to ignore. And the vertigo wasn't helping any. Perhaps sitting down would relieve the dizziness. When the thought crossed his mind his body took immediate action on it, dropping him down to his knees. He was utterly in his own world now, he couldn't tell if whats-her-face was still there or if she'd left or what. The lack of food and sleep added to the stress of paranoia and the rock colliding with the base of his skull had mixed to create this ugly feeling of helplessness.

His fingers were clenching the roots of his hair now, knuckles white with the effort of keeping himself semi-composed, and his body was going cold with sweat. Really he felt likely to vomit, but he was trying his best not to. Mostly because there was nothing in his belly to expel, and doing away with his stomach acid wasn't a very nice sight. Seb refused to do that.

Instead, the usually cocky male groaned softly, the sound muffled by his wrists, which were pressing against his face. Dear god, he'd do anything to make the vertigo pain stop. It was throbbing in his head and his belly as one, and it was forcing him to sway back and forth like he was heavily stoned or at the top of a very high unstable building. This time he couldn't hold back the curse, and a string of them left his lips in nonsensical order.

This was not good. And to top it all off,the blood, which was beginning to dry, was smearing all over his face, making him look like a gory cadaver.

He couldn't decide whether he hoped Monsowa had stayed or left. it was too close to call.

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Lindsey was almost in the door when she heard his pauses start. She frowned and turned around slowly, only to find Sebastian on the ground. "Shit..." She said to herself. Leave it to her to let her anger get her in trouble with all the others. No, nobody had to know about this, but she wasn't going to be happy with herself once she had fixed this.

Walking over to Sebastian She bent down so there faces were level and sighed to herself. "In my defense you turned your back to me." Then placed her hand where the blood seemed to be coming from. She tried to ignore the blood appearing on her hand, but she pulled her hand back after only a moment to find it soaked crimson. Putting her hand back slowly, feeling the warm blood once again as she touched the wound. "Now once I do this you don't speak of this moment, okay? If you do I'm giving it all back to you." Lindsey began concentrating.

She felt the skin underneath her shifting and it felt uncomfortable for her, probably felt even stranger for Sebastian though. She never used her power on anybody else, so this was quite strange for her. The blood was there but now she couldn't feel any source point. Getting up she looked in disgust at her hand. "You bleed alot you know that?" She said, but was really just trying to hide her anger. She wasn't even angry at him this time, she was angry at herself.

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The slender male didn't hear the girl's words, but he did feel her hand on his head. His body froze, and his eyes flicked open. The amber disks were glazed with pain, but all the same they fixed on the blonde, trying to discern what exactly she was doing. A little part of his mind was flipping out, warning bells blaring crazily. Weakness, she is right there and you are totally helpless. Do something you idiot! The little bit of grey matter screeched. But he didn't move away. She was speaking again, and He was trying to listen.

Don't speak of it? Speak of what? Seb wondered for a moment. Then he discovered what it was. At first he thought he was imagining the tug he felt on the delicate skin of his forehead, but no. His skin was actually knitting itself back together. The male's eyes almost bugged out. it didn't hurt, per say, but he was beginning to really wonder if he was stoned. Well, he had been stoned, with just...one stone, but not that kind of stoned. High, stoned. The pain in his brain began to fade away as the skin continued it's slow merge back to it's original location, and Marx let out a soft sigh of relief. Well, relief mixed with paranoia. He owed Monsowa now, she was helping him. He hated owning people things, but this couldn't really be helped.

He'd just not think about it, eh?

When she pulled her hand away, Seb was restored enough in his humors to make a somewhat retort. "It's because of my big heart." He gave a sort of shaky grin. He was still much too pale, and his face was smeared with blood, but he was feeling much better. His knees still wanted to give out though. He needed something to eat.

Carefully, Seb began to move, stretching himself first. Then, on a sudden urge he leaned over and brushed his lips against Lyndsey's cheek. "Thanks, Monsowa." He said. With that he swaggered off, back to the house as gracefully as he possibly could.

He just wanted to elicit a reaction, he told himself decisively. He wasn't going soft or anything. Emotions were for fools, and he sure as hell didn't feel anything but detached amusement towards the blonde. Now was food time though, best not to think of such things. He'd keep quiet. Nothing every happened. Nothing at all.

The tall male nodded at Dashkov as he passed the sitting room, uncaring as to whether the other noticed his polite gesture or not. Although, it would be rather difficult to miss him, with his blood-smeared face and pale countenance. Upon entering the kitchen, Seb attacked the remaining food, procuring bacon, eggs, toast, and upending a milk carton over his face to retrieve the last pint from it. Then he settled down on the floor next to the table, he preferred floors to chairs, to eat, his back to the door again because he was so involved in masticating his food. He was hungrier than he's though he was.

Next he'd need to wash the blood off his face, but for right now he was content to eat.

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Once Lindsey felt the skin stop moving she removed her hand, looking at Sebastian's face she saw the blood still smeared on it. Color was returning to his face but he still looked pale, even for his standards. She almost brushed the hair out of her face but when she realized she still had his blood on her hands she stopped and just blew them away from her eyes. The blood had began to drip and she figured she was going to have to wash the crimson off her hands now. Splendid. Simply splendid. But was he okay?

It's because of my big heart. Yeah, weasel was back. She would have to give him a new nickname, since he didn't really seem like a weasel anymore. She didn't know why he ever seemed like one in the first place, except for the fact that she was tall and thin, getting into people like her (or only her) buisness, or just the fact that she didn't like weasels. Whatever it had been didn't matter, she needed to think of something else. Her expression turned from a hint of worry to one of relief, but she quickly hid that. Why am I relieved? She thought to herself. Wasn't that what I meant to do? She shook the thought out from her head and was about to spit out another insult towards him when she saw him lean in closer. She was prepared to swat him but what he did caught her by suprise.

He bent over and kissed her cheek. Instead of the normal swarm of emotions she felt whenever he did something, he mind went blank. Empty. She couldn't say or think anything. When he walked away Lindsey didn't even hear him thank her, she still felt his lips on her cheek. When he walked inside her face heated up and she knew she was blushing. She could finally think enough to be embarrassed? What just happened? Se thought as she slowly walked inside, thinking that she must have stopped blushing, or that the natural blush in her cheeks would cover any redness still in her face. She saw Sergio and didn't even feel like bugging him. She could only think about what had just occured. He's never tried to annoy me like that.