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Post by Zaraha on Sept 16, 2010 12:22:33 GMT 12
A tall woman, her ginger hair hanging down her back, stood at the entrance to the caves, her green eyes showing her indesicion on whether or not to enter.
Gabrielle could feel the weakness of her disease overcome her, pulling out one of the last antidotes she carried in her pocket to overcome the diabeties and its side effects. Yanking up the sleeve of her turtleneck, her green gaze traced the nurmerous injection sites, the scars marking her upper arm, on both sides. The injection had a numbing effect, her face not wincing at all as she jabbed the sharp needle into her pale skin, disposing of the used needle on the ground, starting her descent inside.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 16, 2010 20:58:30 GMT 12
We are young
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
We don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
Running his hand through his shaggy blonde and black hair, Raphael sighed and rolled his broad shoulders. Sitting cross-legged on a large rock, he had the perfect view of the entrance to the large cave he had slipped into earlier in the night. Numerous weapons were arranged around him, and his shirtless torso gleamed with sweat, and his loose sweats hung off his lean frame, damp with the effort of his workout. Getting up, he was about to start the whole routine again, but stilled, hearing a noise at the entrance. His tri-colour eyes snapped to the opening, where a little slip of a woman stood. He watched in silence as she rolled her sleeve and shot herself up, though it was pretty obvious that it wasn't some form of drug that was still avaliable because she didn't get that look that all users got after their fix.
She moved further inside, and Rafe lifted one of the daggers from the array of weapons and moved forward, bare feet making no sound on the bare rock. She didn't look Zombie, but she could be one of the recents and not have gone the way the 'undead' did after a while. Grabbing her shoulder, he spun her, the movement making the harsh, swirling tattoos on his ams and chest ripple, and pressed the blade to her throat firmly though without cutting skin. 'Who are you and what are you doing here?' His deep voice still held the accent of his homeland, so different from the twang of the states. Or what was left of them that is. |
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 17, 2010 13:18:16 GMT 12
Gabrielles brath caught in her throat as the man flashed up behind her, his hand heavey on her shoulder. Green eyes flashed in annoyence. "For your information, i came here to clear my mind, not having thought someone else had already claimed ownership over this particular cave." Her voice was defensive, trying to cover up her fright with confidence. Eyes raking over his body, taking in the tattoos and muscle, she blinked nervously.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 17, 2010 17:52:28 GMT 12
Her voice was fascinating, he thought as he backed her up even further until her back hit the wall. By her reaction, she wasn't Zombie, though she could still possibly be with the GEEA, but he doubted it. She looked too worn, too haggard to be one of the coddled workers. The dagger moved so the flat of the blade was lightly against her throat, and he leaned forward, catching a whiff of an intrieguing smell. Rafe's nose touched the soft skin of her neck and he inhaled, taking in the scent again. It was coming from her. Keeping his face where it was, he spoke quietly, breath tickling her ear. 'What's your name?' He wanted to hear her speak again, to hear the cadences of her voice again. |
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 17, 2010 22:12:14 GMT 12
His body was hard against her, pressing her into the sharp jagged cave walls, all the while she was painfully aware of the sharp dagger at her neck. He may have turned the blade on its side but she knew that he could kill her easily without trying. Green eyes narrowed as she watched him, obviously intrugied by her, yet she had no idea why and the fact that she was here against her will, unable to move annoyed her. Gabrielles voice was quiet when she spoke, her red hair sprawled over both her shoulders. "Maybe if you removed the dagger I would be more inclinded to tell you. Then again, maybe not." She just wanted to leave and get away from the strange man that seemed al to interested in her.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 18, 2010 20:55:09 GMT 12
Her flaming hair brushed against his skin and his eyes narrowed slightly, though he pulled the blade away and shoved it into the waistband of his pants. The scent of her skin was imprinted on his mind. She smelt like spring rain, and a hint of peaches. He spoke again, voice gruff yet quiet, so close to her head. 'What's your name? Or am I going to have to give you one myself?' He could think of many possibilities, though none were overly respectful. Even what she had said had sent sivers down his spine. He didn't give a shit what she said as long as she kept saying something. Anything really. Rafe knew he was acting wierd, knew that she was probably thinking the worst, but he couldn't help himself. Her body was small, soft against his, and her sparkling green eyes and red hair spoke of a temper. He didn't care. He could handle one fiery female. |
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 18, 2010 21:09:09 GMT 12
Gabrielle watched the man against her with wary eyes, noting that the dagger was goine and she could relax her neck, although my no way did she relax completely. She didnt know what he wanted, whether he was merely interested or wanted her for some other purpose. A tremor of nervousness shot through her as she realised it was definately about her body. "It's Gabrielle" she whispered, voice soft, unsure. All she wanted was to be off this wall, away from this strange man that was so very interested in her, but she wasnt going to give him the advantage of her being scared. "Is that it? Or did you want something else asshole?" her tone was defiant yet a glimmer of the eariler unease showed in her fine features, in her green eyes.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 18, 2010 21:18:34 GMT 12
Gabrielle. The name suited her, feminine yet strong. She was scared, fine tremors shaking her. Hell, he didn't want her scared. Anything but scared. 'I'm not going to hurt you, or try anything. I just want answers.' His voice was low and he pulled back slightly, enough to catch the glimmer of unease in her eyes. 'You're a diabetic.' He didn't phrase it as a question, made it a statement instead. He had had family who had been diabetic. Had died from the damned disease as well. 'What type?' Rafe's eyes met and held hers, his tricoloured ones holding a flicker of remorse, sadness, guilt for not being able to help his family like he should have, but it was quickly gone, resolve in its place. As well as a hint of curiousity. |
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 18, 2010 21:34:41 GMT 12
As he pulled away, Gabrielle breathed out slightly, glad for the space and found she believed him when he reassured he wouldnt hurt her. Cocking her head to the side, slightly surprised at his statement, she nodded, eyes flashing hauntedly before resuming their usual love life glow. "Type 1. I was ah.. trying to find some more insulin." She smiled shakily. "Its limited around these parts." In meeting his strange yet beautiful eyes she found a glimpse of understanding, like he had been through the same thing but he was not diabetic. She could tell.
There had been times when she had wondered breifly what would happen when the insulin ran out, how long she would survive before she had banished the thought from her mind, intent on staying alive for as long as she could.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 20, 2010 13:01:16 GMT 12
He snorted, and it quickly turned into a laugh at her answer. 'You're looking for insulin. In a cave. Anyone else and I'd think you were joking, but I believe you.' Rafe turned his head, looking back at the entrance to the cave and the setting sun. Meeting her eyes again, he kept his weight pinning her but moved his hand, pointing to the rock where his stuff lay. Within his pack, there was a bag of what she was looking for. It had been his mother and sister's stock, but since they had died he had kept it, knowing it was hard to come by. 'I've got some, if you want it.' Yeah, there were conditions, but he'd wait and see if she'd take it from him in the first place before going into those. |
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 20, 2010 14:16:24 GMT 12
Gabrielle eyed him, her green eyes trying to find a trace of jest in the plains of his face. She found none. Two hands placed against his chest, trying to push him away so she could check out the supply, even if she wouldnt take it. She didnt feel like she coudl take from him, he might need it and she didnt want to be responsible for taking it from someone in need. Not getting him to budge, Gabrielle gave up, not knowing where to put her arms now that they were free. She settled for his shoulder hesitantly. "I cant do that. You might need it." Her gaze softened more so. "And why would you help me? We dont even know each other. Although you seem to want to know me very well." Green gaze turning cryptical. "What will it take me to get off this wall?"
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 20, 2010 17:35:41 GMT 12
Rafe shook his head instantly, though he ignored the last question. 'I don't need it, I'm not diabetic. And I'm helping you cause it's the right thing to do. On top of that, I don't want you dying on me. Or anyone else for that matter.' One hand planted firmly on the wall by her shoulder, supporting himself so that he didn't crush her, and the other came up to finger her hair lightly, capturing some of the strands that were hanging over her shoulder and closing his hand around them. They felt like crushed silk, so soft against his palm, even though at first it didn't look like it would feel that way. Releasing her hair, Rafe trailed his hand down, brushing lightly over her collarbone. 'Why do you cover yourself like this? You're incredibly beautiful.' Shit, that hadn't meant to have slipped out, but he left it, meeting her eyes with his, letting her see his sincerity. |
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 20, 2010 21:43:10 GMT 12
Gabrielle studied the man against her, her green eyes widened in surprise that he would want to help her. "Well thats incrediably generous of you. Thanks. But what are the conditions?" She had learnt, growing up in a world like this that even though people might seem concerned and selfless, they normally wanted something else for themselves too. Her breath caught at his silent playing of her hair, watching him with cautious eyes. As his hand skirted over her collarbone, over her new scar she flinched, one hand moving from his shoulder to her neck, taking the place of his hand. "Its nothing. I just get cold easily thats all." Her green eyes didnt hold conviction, just half the truth as thats what she had told. It wasnt something overly worthy to hide, she just wanted some privacy around this man. "And i truely dont see what you see in me." Half heartly she struggled against his body, knowing he was too strong for her. She'd try harder later.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Sept 21, 2010 20:57:44 GMT 12
She was convinced that she had no appeal, completely modest though unwittingly. Her eyes held the half-truth of her words, and the flinch told Raphael more than he needed to know, his hand stilling, pulling it back and slipping it under her chin, his light hold forcing her to meet his steady gaze. 'Since I met you, you have shown courage, selflessness, modesty, and an overall will to live. Even without your beauty, that would have drawn my attention. As for the insulin, there are two conditions. Reletively simple ones considering what I could demand.' His tri-colour eyes twinkled with slight humor, the look easing the harshness of his face, making it boyishly handsome. Though he kept her trapped, he was still gentle, almost reverent in his handling of her. 'One,' he held up a long, fine-boned finger, 'When I release you, you stay in this cave where I can see you for a period of time. In other words, until I say so.' Rafe grinned, a crooked smile so at odds with the serious conversation they were having. A second finger came up. 'And two, you answer all of my questions truthfully unless an oath or promise forbids you to. In return, you get the insulin, and I'll try to answer your own questions. Do we have a deal?' |
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Post by Zaraha on Sept 21, 2010 21:39:23 GMT 12
Yanking her chin out of his grasp, she looked away although still listened to his conditions. God damn her, if she didnt need that insulin so badly she wouldnt have to agree. But she knew what the penalty was for denying him. Her death.
She had to admit, he was cunning, bribing her with what she needed so badly. Her green gaze meeting his tri coloured one, a look of defeat in her eyes, she sighed. "Fine" she snapped halfheartedly. "But im only doing this because if i dont, i dont have a chance of surviving much longer." She knew that because of what she had just agreed to, he had a say over when she left, which could be years as she was concerned, proved in his actions of pressing her against the wall. She noticed however how gentle he was being, but this did not add to the fact that she couldnt escape, a fact that pissed her off. "I agreed. Can you let me go now?" She cocked her head to the side, unable to understnad why he would want her to stay as a condition, not knowing why he was so interested her.
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