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Sebastian Marx

Emotions are but strings for a living puppet

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a character in “Detached Strings”, originally authored by pieluver, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Appearance: Tall, dark, and loving it. Well, not so much of loving it and more of wearing it well. The untidy dark hair falls just so across his forehead and down his neck. The brown eyes that are flecked with yellow flicker with a cat's intelligence and wariness. His pale smooth skin is taut over muscle padding bone. His angular features give him a hard look that he accentuates with an icy-hot look of blood-lust in his eyes. His tall slender frame that the muscle winds so expertly around give him an almost noble air when added to the tilt of his chin and the abandon with which he simply exists. The only constant in his attire is the black, seemingly wooden, cross that hands around his neck, reaching his navel when fully down. His slender hands don't give the appearance of strength but for the piano player's grace and artist's precision imbedded in his very joints and bones.

Name: Sebastian Marx

Nickname: Seb, anything else will leave you missing your tongue. He prefers to go by Marx though.

Age: 21

Role: Assassin

Partner: TBA

Inhuman Abilities:
-Seb has incredibly strong fingers. He can crush bone to dust easily, and choking takes only a jerk of the wrist.
-Marx is also fairly swift, he can dart between bullets on a good day and out race most wild predators on a bad one.

Weapons: While Mister Marx prefers to use his hands to kill things, he also has a modest arsenal at his fingertips, excuse the pun:
- Seb is well versed in throwing daggers, when propelled by a flick of his fingers they can move at extraordinarily high speeds he has a set of four, even though they are mismatched.
-As a wary individual, Seb is always ready for a suicide move if he gets captured by someone unsavory. He wears a plan cross around his neck in which is a small dagger, the bottom leg of the cross is the sheath. The dagger has been dipped in snake venom, the injection of which into the blood stream would end up in a fairly painless death. Or so they say.

Personality: Seb us a very distrusting character. As well as being somewhat sinister. He relishes the beautiful and the ironic, be it in nature or in a person. Seb is very non-discriminating people wise. He trusts none of them. he believes that trust is like a collar, and giving someone your trust is like giving them the leash on the collar, they can tug you around wherever they please. For being so detached, however, Seb really does experience the full array of emotions. he just...chooses... not to show them. because that would show weakness, and of there is anything that Seb hates it is a weakness. Which is why he couldn't abide someone telling him what to do. that was a weakness, a horrible one.

Seb was a killer before killing was cool. At the beginning of his training, Seb just ate everything up. he worked his hardest to be the best. Of course, the psychosis was terrifying for him. It was a weakness he had no control over at all. That is why his tamer is the only one he bothers trying to make a close bond with,because he has been forced to play his trust in the person despite his will.

Seb isn't really a people person, but he enjoys being around the other assassins because it is calming. He is part of a unit, but still a free entity. Free. Freedom is something important to Seb too, but not as much as not showing weakness is.he is always wary, looking out for people who might be pulling his strings. one might also label him as narcissistic, but it isn't so much that he loves himself, he just likes himself more than he likes most other people.

His favorite pastime is murder for the rush it brings him and the feeling of power he has standing there, knowing the only barrier between his victim and death is him. He has perfect control over the situation. he is strong when he kills.

Theme Song: Das Weisse Licht Don't worry, it has English subtitles. I found the music video to be apt as well.

Anything Else? Journal

So begins...

Sebastian Marx's Story

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Marx

A dark head bowed over a small book, hand arched over the pages like a stretching cat. In his left hand a pen lay, cushioned by the crook of his thumb. Dark streams curled over the page, almost completely gibberish, unless held to a mirror. Backwards writing. So he wouldn't smudge his work. And so no one could read over his shoulder. Not that anyone could anyway. He was tucked under the kitchen table, his knees folded to his chest and the little black book splayed lifelessly before him. Amber eyes flashed from the semi darkness under the chair. Marx was completely lost in his writing, the quick jerks of his fingers that drew meaning from the pen.

'It is too quiet. I feel like something bad should happen, just to alleviate the quiet. The tension feels like taunt string. One wrong step and your jugular's sliced by something too small to see. I hate it. Something needs to happen. But in the mean time, I need to speak with Vi again. I know it shouldn't be part of a list of things I must do, but I forget if I don't write it down. And then I feel twitchy for a while, worrying that she doesn't trust me. I have to trust her, I want that trust back. She's a good young woman though. I appreciate her, really. It's jus- hold on, someone is coming.

Quickly, Seb began blowing on thew words to get them to dry, at the same time looking up to see if he could spot who ever it was, friend, foe, or apathetic acquaintance. This was part of his morning routine. He'd find somewhere safe but comfortably small to hide and write for thirty minutes to an hour. Usually interruptions were not looked kindly upon.

The man almost looked like a cat pricking his ears as he shifted his head, listening carefully. He could hear voices in the hall. Ember. Oh. Okay. No danger from that ice-box. Affectionately meant, ice-box. Well, as affectionate as Seb could be. Which wasn't very.

The man flicked his notebook shut and unfolded himself from underneath the table neatly. His face was slightly marred by the subtle signs of a lack of sleep, a purple airbrushing under his eyes, a certain gaunt definition in his cheeks, but his shoulder's were still held high and proud despite his wariness, and his chin jutted at a cocky angle. He strolled nonchalantly out into the hall and passed Ember and the other occupant of the hall wordlessly. His eyes flicked from her to Luka, then away, seemingly disinterested. His mind, however, was buzzing, wondering if the clouds of tension had finally broken somehow. Or was this just another run in in the halls? Probably the latter, but one couldn't help but hope.

Elegant fingers rand through his hair, ruffling slightly, as he passed. He'd been up since three this morning writing, and his book was almost full. He'd have to add it to the stack. He'd filled three since they'd gotten here. he'd start having to burn them soon so no one would read them.

"Morning." He intoned over his shoulder at the two after he'd ambled past them, before turning to hunt out his room. This warehouse was still getting him lost for some reason. Marx wasn't one for direction anyway.

Now...where was it....had his quarters grown legs and trotted away in his absence? It seemed so.

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Ren
Ren sat on chair Indian style that he had placed up against the window of his room in the wear house allowing him to read a book with light coming from the sun, rather than turning on his light and bugging the rest of the people in the house. The boy faintly reading out lines from his book ’Pride and Prejudice’, that he had rented one day while he wandered around the town. He had barely enough money to buy it at an old book store that was hidden away from the rest of the world. The owner, named Catharine was an old lady who love books and allowed Ren to put a dollar down for the book. Why so cheap? Ren hadn’t the faintest idea of why she was being so generous. When the blonde had asked the lady she replied with a ‘ You look like a sweet boy who would enjoy it very much. Also you remind me of my son.’ Now, whenever he gets the chance he would try to run by the book store and read more books.—That is if he could manage to get away from the others without raising curiosity. He wasn’t able to go out lately, and hoped nothing happened to the little book shop that he enjoyed. Sometimes, Catharine would make him treats when he was there, and the two would chat over tea. She felt like a mother to Ren and he enjoyed getting some peace away from the others. Although, in Ren’s mind, he felt like he was keeping a huge secret from Luka.

With a loud sigh he set his book in his lap and pouted will playing with the hem of his shirt. He was sure that the rest of the group would be waking up pretty soon, there for it was best if he had begun to get ready and get something to eat. He hated when his mind wandered and got side tracked, especially while he was reading. He always found ways to wander back to when he was being tested on and it always made him freak out and seek out attention from Luka. There was a soft giggle as the blonde thought about the older boy, He sure did feel bad for Luka because of how childlike he could be. With a yawn the boy tossed his book on the bed and walked to where his cloths were folded into a tiny drawer. He didn’t have to many, just enough to last him a while, he had cloths for around the house and ones for ’play’. The blonde quickly slipped on a new clean shirt and some jean capris before running his fragile fingers throughout his hair to calm it. His shoulder length blonde hair stuck up in many directions, making Ren growl before putting it up into a bun to keep it out of his way.

He could sense the emotions of a few people around him that were awake and wandering around the warehouse, he wondered if Luka was up. With a smile he skipped out of his door and ran into Vivian who’s room was next to his. “Oh! Noona!~” He cooed pinching the older girls cheeks while she had a tooth brush dangling out of her mouth .“Yah Regan! What are you doing up? Have you ate?” She asked with a stern look, Ren shook his head before walking off with her yelling after him to go eat so he can be strong and healthy. Regan and Vivian had met when they were in the labs being tested on and became very close, and he allowed her to call him by his full name, Regan. Only Luka and Vi had the ability to call him it, and if anyone else tried, Ren would gladly gauge out their eyes. Since the two are and were treated the same they grew a brother and sister like bond-People mistakes the two as weak because of the way they look, but in fact the two are very strong.
Ren walked passed Sebastian Marx with a slight bow and mumbling a ‘good morning.’ Ren continued on his way to the kitchen where he could sense Luka’s presence. The blonde peaked around the corner so he could see whomever was in the kitchen without being seen himself. He could see Luka standing in the kitchen looking for something to eat, and Ember whose back was facing him.
“LUKA!” The childlike boy yelled running into the kitchen and jumping on the boy, but careful enough not to knock him over. He smiled at Ember, “Everyone seems to be up early.” He stated with a simple smile as he walked to some cabinets and began rummaging through them.



Vivian

Vivian had awoken from her peaceful slumber with a loud yawn, usually the blonde girl slept in, but for some reason she didn’t want to sleep anymore. She was happy to get a good night’s rest without nightmares or memories to wake her up. She had noticed since the whole group left after their last massacre most of the people where having nightmares about something that revolved around the deaths of her fellow assassins and tamers. It worried her slightly and made her protective guard go up even more and she had begun thinking of ways to help protect everyone. For the past few days she has been trying to find big boulders of large things she could move with her powers to make a wall around the warehouse for protection.
The girls mind wandered as she rummaged through her cloths that were thrown into a drawer she had managed to find and fix up. Her cloths were simple outfits, mainly jeans and tee shirts, and nothing fancy. Everyone knew they were on tight budget and no one could afford brand named cloths—not that she minded at all. She quickly pulled out some shorts and a tee shirt before grabbing her come she bought and ran it throughout her blond hair before tying it up and braiding it so it stayed out of her face. She continued to make herself presentable and ventured out of her room with her tooth brush dangling out of her mouth. She was going to go look for Sebastian Marx and see how he was doing and what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Her main priority was to build up the trust and bond between her and Marx. She smiled as she ran into Ren who somewhat had a matching outfit as her. The blonde boy was like a little brother for her and she treated him like one. She managed to nag the younger boy about him getting something to eat before he ran off giggling. With a smile she continued to brush her teeth before she finished and put away her things and made her way down the hall looking for Seb. Within a minuet she spotted the man who looked lost in thought.
“Yah, did you eat something for breakfast? Also did you sleep good?” She asked walking up to him with a smile hoping she wasn’t bugging him with all her questions. She only wanted to make sure he was okay and to let him know that she cared for him and wanted him healthy and absolutely happy.

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Birds. She could always hear the birds in the morning. One quick and well-aimed shot could rid her of the infernal hell demons, but that would involve her getting up. Which, if you think about it, defeats the purpose of killing them to be able to sleep. No doubt there was a fresh little of the things every day, so why bother? She didn’t. However, that didn’t stop her from mentally killing each and every one of them in her mind and she wrestled with the noise and her will to sleep longer. Finally, the birds won out, as they always did.

With a loud groan and some more mental cursing, Sasha finally got up, swinging her feet over the side of the bed and trudging out of it. She rubbed her eyes, ran a quick comb through her hair, and got dressed. Her clothes emitted her personality, lazy and comfortable. With a pair of forest green cargo pants and a black tank top, black boots and her usual lack of accessories, she was quite a sight. Not that her appearance meant particularly much to her, or that anything did, really. Well, other than those damn birds.

“Stressed. Time for a cig.”

Muttering to herself, she looked for her pack and lighter. It was always the first thing she did in the morning, it kept her more able than some to deal with all the people she had to live with here. Not that she disliked anyone in particular, but together they could get a little…
“Found it.”

She triumphantly held the items close to her, slipping on a jacket knowing that she had to go outside to smoke. Well, she really didn’t have to, but she couldn’t take it upon herself to fill the warehouse with smoke. What kind of jerk does that? Not her. With the objects found and the jacket on, she slipped silently out of the door way and closed the door behind her, blinking in the hallway that was more dimly lit than her own room with the large window. The hallway was windowless, having only the overheard lamps to light it, after all, this was a warehouse. But no windows meant no birds. Her room was not blessed with this. She was fixated upon them.

Blinking in the hallway, she saw a figure coming towards her. Well, not so much towards her as towards another figure in the hallway past her. She identified them as Vivian and Marx, partners. That made her think of Arden, was he up already? He had been the light of her life lately, her tamer was. She loved everything he was, and he was everything she loved. But finding him was second; she didn’t want to smoke around him so she always found him second.
With that in mind, she continued down the hallway to find the door to the outside instead of stopping to talk to Marx and Vivian. They seemed busy enough already.

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Ren
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Emilia Rae Marlen


The days had grown longer and longer, it was impossible to relax. Emilia's energy was spent, she lay eyes open beside her bed, having passed out before she ever got to it. Next to her were various canned food items, along with boxed food, that were sprawled all over the floor as if having been dropped. She blinked twice and looked at all of the food in front of her. That's right. She thought to herself. She had been out for the night getting food for everyone like she had been. She didn't want to let the others risk doing so, and she was one of the few that could hide during the daytime and the nighttime, being able to manipulate light and darkness to hide herself. While she was determined to do it to keep everyone fed, she also hated leaving Devan, she didn't want anything to happen to him, the only comfort she had in her mind when she was gone was that he was around the others. Emilia would usually always steal from houses - houses with money. She felt bad stealing from the poor, she felt bad stealing from the rich too as they worked so hard, but she had to chose. She often apologized in silence as she left he houses - guilt ridden.

Because she always went out at night, and went so far from their area, there were times she didn't even sleep, and tonight she probably got two hours of sleep before she heard the rustle of the others. Emilia rolled on her side, moaning slightly. She felt bad that he hadn't put the food in it's proper place, just like she felt bad she's been stealing. She looked in front of her to find what was a nice leather journal, with journal in gold letters. There were also pockets, within the journal like a binder. It wasn't written in, and Emilia had actually bought it with spare money she had made. Her money never lasted, it was never much either, especially since she would always buy little things to try and make the others happy. She picked up the journal and pushed herself off of the floor, she looked like she hadn't seen sleep in days. She had bags under her eyes, which stood out on her extremely pale skin. Emilia was still in her clothes from the day before, a white shirt with ruffles, white shorts, and white shoes. She was a tiny ball of whiteness. This especially rang true because of her white hair and I've never been in the daylight before pale skin. The only non white thing were her deep brown eyes.

She rubbed her eyes a bit, and peeked in on Devan, usually she would sneak in there after he slept. She was always worried someone would come after him, so she often just slept there when she could help it, on the floor. This left her sore most mornings. She was never sure whether he knew, she hoped not. He wouldn't be fond of it at all. Devan's nature, while quite petrifying, had been something she had gotten used to over time - to an extent. She was always determined to find the inner Devan, either way she was really protective of him and would always be there for him no matter what happened. Emilia knew there was good in everyone, what person didn't have a good side? She was told sometimes, she sees things that weren't there, that was often something that bothered her. There was something good about everyone.

Emilia passed several rooms and made her way to the kitchen - without the items she got from the night before. She hoped no one would see her room before she got back to it. In the kitchen she saw Luka, Ember, Marx, Ren, and Vivian. "Good morning." she said cheerfully, smiling. Though inside, she wasn't very calm or content. She walked groggily towards Marx, "I got you something, I hope it will be of use to you." she handed him the journal. He wrote a lot - she never read anything or tried to but she knew he did. She hoped the more durable book would be of use. Marx wasn't really easy to understand, she'd wondered about him for a while now, he was quite distant and non sociable. But that was okay. As she lay her eyes upon Ember, she smiled. Ember while never seeming friendly - nor while never seeming to want anything to do with anyone, had this other side to her, that she had seen all but once. It seemed to be a side directed towards her assassin. When she heard the talk of food however her heart sank, Ren was looking for food and Vivian was asking about breakfast. Emilia flushed a bright red, "If you're hungry, I did get some food." she made an awkward face then as she thought about everything all over the floor. Vivian, was someone that she liked a lot, she was different from most of the people here, not that she was biased however, she considered everyone family. However, she was most protective of Devan...that was for sure. But she would never, leave anyone behind, or let anything happen to them. She saw Luka in the kitchen as well, whom she liked a lot, while Ren - was really reserved and shy and acted like a kid sometime and despite what he was capable of she thought him precious and she liked him much like Luka.

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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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Marx

When the blonde grabbed his attention, Seb's head snapped to one side, towards her. He tucked his marbled into his shirt. The book made a small lump against the interior pocket, one he stitched in himself. Finger exercises always came in handy. He blinked at her and a small smile twitched his lips, lingering for a few seconds. He lied easily. "I slept well, thank you Vi." his smile grew a bit, partly forced. "I haven't eaten yet though." As they spoke Seb found himself strolling back into the kitchen, inexorably drawn to the prospect of food. He hadn't even contemplated eating."How'd you sleep?" He reciprocated the question politely.

Upon re-entering the kitchen, Marx watched the little wraith of a girl enter. Marlen. Emilia. She was pretty, perhaps beautiful, but Seb's eyes flicked away just as soon as they landed on her. No, he didn't want to think about her right now. She irritated him. It wasn't necessarily what she did, but who she was, really. She defied the laws of physics. It was unnatural. She was kind when she should be violent, giving when she should be selfish. It wasn't the way things worked. Perhaps she was just an ever-present reminder that their pasts weren't any excuse for the way they were acting. Or maybe he just didn't like her. That was a valid option. Totally. Uh-huh. Yeah.

When Emilia began walking in his direction, Marx lifted an eyebrow slightly, looking at a point a few degrees above her head. What did she want? His amber eyes flicked down to her grey ones. She spoke, but he didn't hear her. His eyes had already seized upon the journal. A leather one, with gilded words. An honest to groundwater journal. A flash of paranoia jolted him though. How did she know that he was almost finished with his other one? Had she been reading his journals? He'd have to hide them again.

Paranoia and dislike aside, Seb wasn't one to pass up a gift. Not one this good. His delicate looking fingers gently took the book, and he flashed a smile at her, his jaw tilting back a bit. "Thanks, sweetheart." He said in his silk clad voice. The smile flashed out of existence as soon as it had appeared though, and Marx's head dipped as he examined his newest acquisition. He dropped into another world as he began to test his new possession. It was flexible, and it smelled deliciously like book. Glue and paper. Mmm.

Many more entered the kitchen. Marx ignored them all. He was utterly engrossed with his new toy. He was drawn out of his state by Dashkov. Sergio. He beat the others to the bags and began rooting around in them. He managed to procure what he was looking for. A box about the size of his palm. More ink for his pen. Yes. He escaped with his loot without thanking Dashkov, the male seemed to be in a right foul mood, casting a look back at Vi as he stuffed his box into the pocket of his pants.

This was turning out to be a good morning.

Marx settled in one of the extraneous rooms in the front of the building, Curling himself into a box that he'd cleared out, the male opened his old notebook and continued writing, intent on finishing the last page. He began by writing about Marlen. He was working out how grateful he should appear, and how long he should wait before drifting back to avoiding her. Eating could wait.

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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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Splinter


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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She watched Marx and smiled as he thanked her for the journal, he even seemed to smile himself if even for what seemed like less than a second. The gift seemed well received, she then left him to himself, hearing some of the others enter the room, one of them being Sergio with what seemed to be like food. Apparently, he had picked up what some of them requested from the grocery store - had she missed the moment this happened? She stood still as stone for a moment, her eyes glossy. Guilt washed upon her again, what she had taken would not even be of use. She wondered why no one took her reqursts, but no, it was okay, as long as Devan got what he needed. However, his taste in food was never really...food to begin with. "Good morning Sergio." she said softly, with just a hint of embarrassment. She felt quite stupid, not just stupid, she was tired, so tired. Emilia started walking shakily towards the table, Sergio seemed to have the fresh groceries that needed to be in the fridge - but she did find a mountain of candies. "Oh my." she said under her breath. She picked them up, making sure to hide them for a time, Devan wasn't going to live off of sugar.

When she took another look at Sergio, she realized how horrible he looked. Just as she was about to offer to help, Splinter had beat her to it. She was glad however, that someone had offered a helping hand. Emilia despite Sergio demanding everyone leave the room, was still determined to offer her help. "Is there anything that I can help with?" she asked, almost on her tiptoes. Emilia yawned, "How are you Splinter?" She asked, then getting a whiff of the cigarette smell coming off of her. "You know, that isn't good for you, you should stop." she was genuinely concerned about her health, and thought it would deteriorate if she continued, this went for Sergio as well. "Perhaps...we can try and help you somehow?" As the kitchen was then filled with more rustle and bustle, Emilia thought of Devan. "Call me if you need me okay?" she said, turning to get Devan's things on the table and walking down the hall. She first walked into her room, frowning at the mess which still lay there, and hid the candies within her pillow case. If she stressed anything, it was his health and well being. She kicked some of the cans of food under her bed, adding a few ows and ouches here and there, and then headed towards Devan's room.

Peaking inside, she slowly opened the door, and then closed it quietly. She made her way towards the edge of his bed and sat down upon it, "Goodmorning sunshine, time to get up." her voice was so soft, it might have been unable to be heard by most sleeping people. As she looked down at him, she noticed he had started to look blurry - everything started to look blurry. "Breakfast is on its way I believe." she continued. "I also think you requested some things, I'll give them to you after breakfast." Her eyes felt so heavy, it was like there were weights on them. She thought about how everyone gathered around the food Sergio bought, and how Splinter offered to help him. Her eyes started watering a little bit, she still couldn't get over what she did - she wished she could have been acknowledged..no she shouldn't have been. What she did was wrong, while he had used his money for actual groceries. She had to be sure and thank him when he was done cooking, this also reminded her that she wanted to help. She would make sure to help clean up best she could, he looked so worn out already. Her watery eyes then turned into tears. She wanted to help everyone, all the time. Why couldn't she? "Would you like...me to get you...to get you..." Emilia stood up, or tried to. Immediately she blacked out.

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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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Just as Lindsey managed to get the knife out of the tree she hear...his voice. "Well look who we have here murdering vegetation." He said. She was actually half tempted to throw the knife in hand at Sebastian, but managed to restrain herself. How hard was it to find sone alone time here in this warehouse? It was supposed to be abandoned, yet every second she spent in it she was accompanied by another.

Glaring at him she said in a bitter tone, "Of course I'm having fun, I get to spend my time with you out here" She threw the knife at the tree again, this time even harder. He was now the tree, it was either that or she threw the knife at him, and she would never hear the end of it if she accidentally killed him.

How was it that he only managed to get on her nerves? He was liked by pretty much everyone in the group. She wasn't exactly a favorite, vut she didn't want to be. Still she didn't know how nobody else cringed when they saw him or flinched when they heard his voice. It was just so, she didn't know how to describe the anger that he stirred. It was as angry as she could get without going berseek it seemed. "How is it that your such a peoples person around everyone else yet I am the ONLY person that hates you? I mean, I have perfect reason to, yet nobody else seems to notice how annoying you are." She was just thinking aloud and figured she would probably regret asking, since he would find some way to make her want to kill him with the answer he gave. She decided to leave the knife in the tree, but couldn't help but notice all the other rocks and pebbles just lying around.
Where's a sharp rock?

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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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"There's a simple answer, Ladybug, if only you'd open your eyes and see it."Lindsey couldn't help but cringe when she heard her new nickname. Ladybug? Scarlett had been bad enough, she hadn't even known what he meant when he called her that, she always it just assumed it meant something she wouldn't like. But ladybug? It was just...frail. That wasn't her permanent nickname now was it?

As he took a few steps towards her she stiffened, but he stopped, making her mind begin going a thousand different ways.
He called me Ladybug
He walked closer
He stopped
Why did he glance at my knife?

That was when he walked over and took it out of the tree. He flipped it in his hands multiple times and she actually began to feel the gun in it's little belt holster begin to grow heavier, itching her to use it.

"You should be honored that I talk to you, Ladybug, I don't bother with any of the others."
That was when she found a rock. Picking it up she hardly thought about what she was doing. She didn't notice as she gripped it the rock started to cut through her skin. She didn't notice when she threw it that it had drawn blood the same spot she had been cut before. All she knew was that when she released it, the flat part of the rock would hit his head. She refused to throw the sharp point at him, she had put up with him this long. If he dodged it she was going to be pissed.

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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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Lindsey didn't exactly know what to think at the moment. Yes, she hit him, but he didn't even seem to flinch. What seemed to suprise her the most though, was the spot of blood. Had she really thrown it that hard? It was hard to imagine Sebastian not going on a paranoid rampage if he thought he didn't look amazing. His features were always perfect, the blood seemed so out of place.She wanted to slap herself at that moment. First off, his features were NOT always perfect, that was a weird way to think.

Then she came back to reality when he examined the rock. She did too, and realized that the blood wasn't where the rock had hit him. She glanced down at her hand, realizing the hint of pain in it. Dammit, if she healed it he would notice, but if she didn't she would have to explain how she managed to injure herself without even leaving the warehouse. Both choices did not seem fun.

Just then Sebastian crushed the rock and she was glad that she had thrown something at him insteadof just putting him in a chokehold. Nobody was that strong. Then again, nobody could heal themselves and inflict pain to others just by a thought. "I give you props for the aim and the arm, Monsowa. But you loose points for loosing your temper. I think that makes it...Marx twenty, Ladybug two?" A smirk escaped her lips at that moment. She had just learned something about him, he only saw what he already knew. She walk up to him and said, "Two? Honestly, for a person as paranoid as you are I'm suprised that I have the chance to say this, but I think I'm catching up on the scoreboard. I know what makes you different Sebastian. You're stronger than everyone else, well good for you. But think about it, do you know what I can do." She gestured her hand to the warehouse. "Do any of THEM know what I can do? No, they don't." She turned on her heel and she walked away, trying to keep her composure as she left. Temper? I don't have a temper. I just kept my composure then no matter how much I wanted to insult him, or do as he said and find another rock. Plus he called me CUPCAKE! Uhg, how did I not hit him again?

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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.