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Post by Koops on Sept 2, 2007 21:57:35 GMT -5
Cyrus watched her pass out and set down the water, picking her up bridle style and looking around. He wondered what he should do so instead he went and grabbed his coat and sword and left the place. The man walked down the street, he din't live to far from the gym so he took her to his place and laid her down on his bd, then left the room to let her sleep.
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Post by Kodas on Sept 2, 2007 22:24:02 GMT -5
Pal dreamed of the fight, and then the gym. It was contorted in an almost evil way, and her view shook from side to side. Her sense of danger increased, till she was spinning in circles.
She woke screaming, sitting up quickly. The sudden change in position confused her head, and she couldn't see for a moment. When her vision cleared, she looked around confused. Pal wasn't in the gym anymore, yet she could distintly remember passing out there. Frowning, she stood up, going toward the doorway, and slipping through it.
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Post by Koops on Sept 2, 2007 22:28:30 GMT -5
He looked up as he heard a scream but it had stoped, he was sitting at his coffee table and drinking coffee when the woman came out. "Hey. Are you alright? You passed out at the gym and I didn't know what to do." Cyrus explained himself, standing up and walking over to her.
The man stuck out his hand sheepishly to wards her and smiled. "My name is Cyrus, it's a pleasure..." He introduced himself, giving a small chuckle and wondering if he was doing the right thing or not.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 2, 2007 22:42:42 GMT -5
Pal looked at his hand for a second before taking it. "Pal." She replied quietly, shaking his hand quickly, then releasing it. She crossed her arms over her chest, goosebumps had risen on her arms during the dream. The man was much taller than her, his hands could easily snap her bones. That is, if he could catch her. Smiling slightly, she realized she was sizing up a guy that had just helped her.
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Post by Koops on Sept 2, 2007 22:48:32 GMT -5
Cyrus brought his hand away from hers too and blinked, she was seeing how big he was compared to her. "So are you okay? Or do you need some medicine or a drink or some food." He asked curiusly, sipping at his coffee and watching the small woman.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 2, 2007 22:56:08 GMT -5
((I'm leaving for the night. Please tell spilt))
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 3, 2007 16:52:38 GMT -5
"No. I'm not sure I could hold anything." Her voice was suprisingly clear as she spoke, her accent seemed to have dissapeared. It was a talent of hers, however the person spoke, she seemed to pick it up, without thinking about it. Almost no one realized it, and she tried to let the person speak first, or the change in her voice was so evident it scared people away.
Her blue eyes scanned the room, picking out exits, and other useful things. Life on the streets makes an observer out of anyone. "Thank you for helping me though."
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Post by Koops on Sept 3, 2007 16:54:51 GMT -5
"You're welcome. It was my pleasure." He replied quietly, looking around like she had done. Cyrus let out a breath and scratched the back of his head, she was one short woman it seemed and very pretty. "You resemble a doll..." He said slowly in a complimenting ay as he cocked his head to the side slightly.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 3, 2007 20:10:47 GMT -5
Pal's eyes immediatly darkened. "I'm not a doll." She growled, her shoulders immediatly squaring, as she tried to make herself look bigger. Acting on instinct, she punched him in the nose, squeezing around him. Being small gave her one advantage: she could get out of small spaces easily, and manuveur around things better than most.
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Post by Koops on Sept 3, 2007 20:18:27 GMT -5
Cyrus blinked and grabbed onto his nose, a line of blood coming out of one side. He gasped slightly and looked at her like she was some sort of crazy person. "What the hell was that for? I didn't even do anything!" The demon stated and stopped her from moving anymore. He took a bereath and shook his head, beginning to laugh softly. "That really hurt, nice punch."
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Post by Kodas on Sept 3, 2007 20:40:01 GMT -5
Pal's eyes widened when she realized she couldn't move. "What?" She asked, trying to get her arm up to punch him agian. Cuss words started flowing from her mouth, her words slurring together into a long line. "Motherfuckerhellfuckyouputmethehelldown!" She screamed, her muscles twitching
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Post by Koops on Sept 3, 2007 20:45:42 GMT -5
"Settle down, you're going to make yourself sick again. Anyways, I didn't do anything wrong. I just said you looked pretty. I never said you weren't fiesty or strong in your abilities." Cyrus stated, releasing her and taking some steps back, he sighed slightly, he pushed nose into place again, there was a painful sounding crack and pop and he groaned slowly before looking back down at Pal.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 3, 2007 20:54:36 GMT -5
Pal also backed away from him, glaring. "I HATE being called a doll." She snapped, running into the wall. "Doesn't matter what you mean. I hate it." Her eyes flashed, as she tried to figure out what was happening. When he popped his nose back in place, she jumped in suprise. His obvious size suddenly dawned on her, and she slid away from him, trying to get away from his glare.
She wondered, if punching him agian would get the same action. "And my punches stay that way." His comment finally clicking in her brain.
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Post by Koops on Sept 3, 2007 21:00:55 GMT -5
He stared at her, wondering why she was being so jumpy on not just calm. All he had done was be nice and help her out, complimented her and then get punched in the face. "Excuse me, but I wouldn't punch me again. And I won't call you it so don't worry, but just to warn you, i'm not as nice if i'm fighting." Cyrus stated and put his hands up in surrender, he may have been nice before but he could get very mean very fast.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 3, 2007 21:08:37 GMT -5
Pal relaxed slightly, but still couldn't understand what had happened. Still avoiding him, she sat in a chair as far away from him as she could. "What are you?" She asked, eying him carefully from her position. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned back in her chair, pushing it back on two legs. Her blonde curly hair glittered, the light catching in it like prisms. Pal was ashamed slightly for punching him, it was an automatic thing she did, every since that first time, and he was just complimening her, not being mean. "Sorry, bout... Yah."
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