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Leanneisme
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[2011-10-11 03:12:06 +0000 UTC]
"No such thing as a bad story :D"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 590; Deviations: 248; Watchers: 318
Watching: 375; Pageviews: 24449; Comments Made: 63621; Friends: 375
# Interests
Tools of the Trade: My brain, pencils, and lots of notebook paper... or a computer ;)# Comments
Comments: 22191
*Val shows up at the coordinates that Sam had given her in the early evening. He parked the car outside before climbing out and cautiously heading up towards the door, knocking on it gently.*
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*sam opened the door and smiled* hi Val. Wanna come in? I have tea and I have whiskey.Β
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*He returns a small smile with a nod.* Sure. That sounds great, actually.
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I thought you would like that *sad little smile, she lets you in and leads you to the cooler basement. T' simply furnished and cosy, with plenty of blankets to nest in* make yourself at home, Val... Would you like to start with tea or alcohol?
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"Excuse me, missy? Is there any chance you've seen anyone resemblin' me, though ...pinker? Or an angry-assed man?" Vaya tilted his head, looking a bit lost and somewhat worse for wear.Β
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Sam dusted her hands off and tilted her head. "I can't say that I have, stranger... Not a lot of people are coming through here anymore. My name is Poison. Would you like to come inside?" She motioned to the abandoned looking house behind her. "I have some water and a spare couch if you need to rest up."
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"Nice to meet you, Poison," He nodded simply in reply before narrowing his eyes, looking Sam over slowly, confusion visible on his face. "I thought Party Poison was a guy...with like red hair and all that jazz."
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Sam was dumbfounded for a second, before bursting into a laugh. "No, darling. I'm Poison Kiss. I haven't seen or heard from party in ages." She headed toward the door. "Are ya coming in? Or would you just like water for the road?"Β
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Vaya tilted his head, taking a few moments to realize that she was not a Poison of a Party kind. "Oh! Well, nice to meet you Poison Kiss!" He smiled before following. "i'm comin' don't worry Ms. Kiss!"
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Sam smiled again and led him past the living room and down into a hidden trapdoor. The basement was cool and inviting, with a homey atmosphere. She opened another little trap door in the basement floor, showing a little pantry with water bottles. She lifted one out and offered it to Vaya. "Make yourself comfortable."
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Vaya looked all around, eyeing everything in site as if this was some exciting endeavor. "Dang, you really have a life put together out here, dontcha?" He smiled, accepting the water bottle right away, popping off the top and happily drinking it.Β
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"It's easier that way." Sam smiled. "If I'm trying to be a medic, I'd better have a good home base. What was your name, motorbaby?"
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"You're a medic?" His eyes widened ever so, as if impressed, "That's really cool, dude. And I'm Vaya! Or at least, I used to be."Β
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"I'm nothing special, kiddo. I'm just trying to keep everyone alive. Vaya's a nice name." Her smiles were warm and motherly. "Do you want to use my transmitter to try getting a hold of your friends?"
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"But still, I can't say I've met many medics out here. Most everyone's just like me and here to fuck shit up." He smiles back, still impressed, before stopping. "Uh...I don't think I can."Β
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"Well someone has to put you all back together." Her smile faded and she nodded. "Alright. Why don't you lay down and rest?"
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"Dove, sometimes I don't think people want to be put back together out here. I don't understand it." He spoke calmly, noticing her smile fade, sitting down. "I mean, ya' got a new life out here away from the city and still all people wanna do is be a livin' wreck..."
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"I do what I can for the bodies and souls of my patients. But I do hope you can find your friends, and that they're alright..." She tried to brighten again as she thought of the friends she had lost. "I'll get some pillows for you. Just wait a tick." She hopped up the stairs and grabbed some silently before coming back down.Β
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*A young woman stands on the side of the road kicking the wheel of a motorbike* C'mon not today! Work god dammit!Β
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*sam is driving around when she sees you struggling, smiles* need some help?
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*She jumps slightly and steps back looking worried*Β
I- uhh...*She nods and hooks her hand close to a knife belt* Yeah.. I do miss.
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*smiles* what's wrong with your bike? I have some tools in the trunk...
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The engine decided to die under me, I'm guessing it is that the engine wonβt turn over..
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Want a ride home? I don't know much about mechanics...
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*She restates for a few moments before grabbing her bag and walking over to you* If its not much of a bother
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No trouble at all. I'm poison kiss.Β
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Chemical Soler but Chem for short
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Where are we headed, darlin?
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*Nerezza let loose a string of curses as she fumbled with the transmitter, still partly confused as to why she was honoring David's wish in the first place* C'mon.. *Another bout of static hit the screen as she tapped the number in and waited*
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*david answered quickly, with some muttered curses on his end* hello? *you see his head getting pulled away from the screen* anna, stop that! *he looks back at the transmitter*
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*She could hear a fuzzy answer for a reply, saw the hint of movement from the grainy screen before it focused somewhat poorly* David, that you? It's Nerezza.
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Oh yeah, it's me! *laughs* I thought you lost the number. How are you? *lifts a squirming toddler onto his lap*
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*She grimaced at the comment, recalling when she'd actually tried to purposely lose the slip of paper* Nah, been busy. I'm alive. *Nerezza mused, watching him attempt to tame a toddler* How's your family?
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Pretty good *smiles* mom said you should come over for dinner next time you're in the area. Oh, this is my sister anna *the girl waves and snuggles up to david*
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*Nerezza smirked at the scene before her, finding a familiar pain swell within her at the brother and sister's display* I'm not the best company to have, kid. *Her social skills were also lacking, giving the amount of years she'd spent by herself* It's a nice gesture, though.
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Well, offer stands if you ever want it. Oh, and I tried making some arrows, and mom tried to help me make a steel bow like yours.Β
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*Nerezza straightened* Your mother has the material? *She leaned in slightly, mind transfixed on the subject* I can easily make them if you have the materials.
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We can salvage a lot here, I'm not sure what else we would need... And mama has a special ability like mine.Β
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I had quite the collection of materials once, but it all got blown to hell. *She frowned at the recollection, but at least had gotten rid of a good number of targets in the process* Oh?
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Do you wanna come make some? I'll make sure the kids are out of the way.Β
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*The thought of it was tempting, but there wasn't any way she could leave her current mission at a stand still* Maybe when I finish up here, but that'll be at least another few weeks I'm afraid.
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That's okay. I can wait. Can I show you what I've got so far?
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*She smiled in response, glad to see the slight archery lesson had made such an impression* Sure, go for it.
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*shows you a set of almost-professional looking arrows, fletched with David's own feathers* what do you think? Mom helped me make the shaft and the head.Β
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Very nice. *She complimented, squinting through the grainy screen* With the right bow and more practice, you'll be shooting on your own in no time. That car's a fairly good practice target.
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*he beams* awesome! Next time you come over I'll show you the stuff mom and I are working on.Β
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Sounds like a plan, then. Give me a few weeks and I'll be around.
(Shall we do a little skip?)
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*It had been a month longer than planned, when she finally pulled her motorcycle up to the house. Things hadn't gone exactly how she'd planned, and it had taken quite a bit of work to stabilize her latest bounty. Eventually everything fell into place with only a few minor injuries; an overall win for her given the circumstances she'd been in.*
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*david is sitting outside with two babies, he grins when he sees you* hey you! Good to see you!Β
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