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spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 10:21 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen meandered slowly between the shelves of the massive Hellsing library. Books were packed together on every shelf, and shelves covered every bit of wall space possible. Recess lights dimly lit this labyrinth of knowledge, and the professor found the smell of books soothing. Her fingertips brushed gently over the bindings of a few as she browsed. Every once and a while, she slipped a volume out of its spot and skimmed over a page or two before placing it back on the shelf. She almost completely forgot the pain that coursed through her body.
At one point she found a large armchair with an elegant lamp on a small ornate table next to it. The chair looked incredibly inviting, so Helen found a few books that peaked her interest and placed them on the table before she sat down. In a few minutes she was completely immersed in her books. If a world war raged around her and Helen would not have batted an eyelash. Her soft, green eyes shone brightly with contentment, or perhaps it was the the way the lamp light reflected in her eyes. She unintentionally sat at an angle that hid the charred skin on the left side of her neck. Her hair fell over half her face, and covered the large, hand-shaped bruise from when the Nazi slapped her covered almost the entire right cheek. Her right arm blocked the hole where the poker had also burned her in the side. Helen was use to the constant pain by that time, and became utterly unaware of it as she read the tome in her lap. OOC:Woo hoo!! I can post here again!! |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 10:30 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=brown:46ec8ea2f4]Before she could turn the knob, Wolfgang grabbed her hand firmly with his own, stopping her hand fro turning the knob of the door. He looked deeply into her eyes, wanting to know if the effect of Mernov was still there. Hoping it was cleared completely of her mind. He don't comply to her words whatsoever, his hand slid up her arm gracefully and up to her neck, then under her chin, propping her head up to gaze at him directly in an eye-lock. He leaned down slightly and brushed his lips lightly from neck up to her cheek, whispering lightly with intoxicating seduction, "Ich liebe dich."
To this, his lips then gracefully traversed over to meet her own, engaging into a kiss with her soft and supple lips. His crimson optics closed as he did so, his hand lightly traversed down her back and pressed her slightly against his own figure with a soft push. His other hand continuously rubbed lightly up and down her cheek, twirling his hand from knuckles to fingertips to graze the side of her face with. With a small thought in his mind, the record player's needle came back up and traversed over the record once more, playing the lucious melody once more, filling the dark room with a sweet symphony as Wolfgang embraced Erika in the darkness. [/color:46ec8ea2f4] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:1ef2ff20dc]Erika's heart skipped a beat as she felt her body come into contact with Wolfgang's. Her body shook as he placed his lips upon her burning flesh, her ruby eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, they were a shade lighter, lacking the same vibrant color they had previously. She wrapped her arms around Wolfgang's waist gently, resting her head against his shoulder. Her golden strands of hair folded along the folds of his jacket and framed her face, making her appear almost angelic. Erika sighed happily as she looked up to him with her lifeless eyes.
"Oh Mernov.. you're too kind to me..." she whispered lovingly, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. The Nazi then leaned up again, standing on her tiptoes as she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Wolfgang's lips.[/color:1ef2ff20dc] |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 11:35 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Mernov smiled with something that could almost be called joy -- a strange and uncommon thing for a vampire such as him to be expressing -- and at once stepped forward, almost into and through the young lady before him. However, he seemed to be floating more than he was walking, and Jeanne merely floated with him. He raised his cloak up with his left hand and began to rotate, though not with any exceptional speed. In but a few moments, without any further pomp or ceremony, they were once more in the armory. This time, however, they were right next to a large, horizontal rack filled with rifles which had been placed vertically, with the barrels pointing upwards. Seemingly at random, Mernov pulled one which was just over four feet in length and handed it to Jeanne.
"This is a Mauser K98k, a German make," explained Mernov with a grin. He appeared to have a great reverance for the weapon. "Of course it will be refitted greatly to suit our needs, but it should handle similarly all the same. I've been thinking about what weapon would suit you most since we were last here, and decided on a rifle. It has a relatively simple design, so you won't worry about jamming it; if it does, it'll be easier to fix than anything else you can find. No magazine, so you'll have to load it by hand, but I think that adds character to a weapon." Mernov pulled a rather large revovler from underneath his jacket, which had hitherto been unseen and unrevealed to anyone, save its owner. "As you can see, I don't hesitate to use a manual-loading weapon myself." He replaced it swiftly then returned his attention to the girl. He pulled his cloak up and enveloped himself and Jeanne in it as he said "And now, to the firing range." Moments later, they were there. Mernov's instructions and explanations were simple. Crouching, prone, or standing, Jeanne was to bulls-eye a target five-hundred meters away; this should be easy now. This is what he called "starting things easy." Next would be seven-hundred and fifty; she needed very good range to make proper use of a rifle. After that, a bit of technique with rifles and pistols to ensure speed as well as accuracy. That would be enough for that night. He did not say what would take place for their next training session, but he hinted it would be more difficult than this, and he wouldn't be upset if she wished to rest for a night before they continued. OOC: w00t, post 4444! :D |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne looked upon the weapon called the "Mauser" with wide eyes. How in the world was she going to hold something so big?! She frowned slightly, worried, as she reached out to recieve the weapon from her master. Her arms ended up going over her head; she had expected it to be much, MUCH heavier than it had been. "Wha..?" she said, baffled. The girl lowered her arms, lifting the rifle up and down several times with both hands, and then repeating the gesture with only one. "How can I hold this?" she asked Mernov, bewildered. When Jeanne assumed it was one of the many new abilities she had recieved upon her turning, she shrugged, holding the weapon and smiling up at Mernov.
They then reappeared in the large field once again, and Jeanne was faced once more with the seemingly impossible task of attacking targets hundreds of miles away. She sighed and looked up at Mernov, nodding weakly. "I'll do my best, my Master.." she replied obidiently, resting her head on his strong shoulder before she took a step foward, placing the rifle in what she assumed was the correct position. For a few minutes she stood there, struggling to sense the target that was so far away. Then she saw it; her ruby eyes faded to a dark pink as she lifted her chin up slightly. Jeanne pulled the trigger and, moments after a large explosion, was satisfied when she saw bits of shrapnel fly into the air. The girl crouched down onto her knees and reached for another shell, quickly reloading the rifle. When she stood once more, she turned to Mernov and smiled, shrugging lightly as she held the rifle in one hand. "Was that.. ok, my Master?" |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 6:32 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=brown:df68efb82a]Wolfgang's eyes widened, a wrinkle formed between his brows as the nearly came together, and before Erika could lay her lips upon him, his form had taken a step back. His occulars themselves burdened a dark glare, his mouth had quickly changed from a narow grin to a frown. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He shook his head and turned about, he figure seemed to float as he slowly made his way to his desk, thinking deeply about how he is going to tear Mernov's body to shreds once he gets a hold of him. He had changed a girl-no... A friend that he had for years, and just to have her admit her feelings to him only to be turned into a zombie in false love. He couldn't bare it.
As he reached the desk, he rose a tightly clenched fist, then swung it down from it's apex and crashed into the wooden surface of the furniture. Luckily have restrained himself, his blow only managed to cause a crack to course down the desk's top with a loud crash. He then set down his other hand onto the desk firmly, his upper body leaned against the desk, using his arms to prop himself up. 'This has gone TOO far!' He though to himself, at the moment, he was halfway profound to take on the entire Hellsing Organization himself. It indeed, had gone too far, in his mind.[/color:df68efb82a] |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:e08dce63e9]Erika blinked, watching him pull away from her, and then walk over to his desk. She turned and watched him pace towards his desk angrily, her hands slowly lowering themselves to her side. The Nazi jumped slightly as his fist came down upon the table, and she blinked, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, they were the usual deep ruby color they always had been. Her mouth dropped open slightly, startled by the new crack Wolfgang had given his desk. "Mein Herr?!" she shouted, rushing over to his side. She put her arms around his waist in an attempt to pull him up gently. "Master.. what's the matter with you?" she asked, running her hand along his chest affectionately.
Her hair tumbled from her shoulders, falling either onto Wolfgang's back or off of her shoulder, left to hang beside her face. With her right hand she reached up to brush her fingertips against his cheek, whispering "Liebe.." softly. [/color:e08dce63e9] |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 5:23 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=brown:6f14527f3c]He turned swiftly within Erika's loose embrace. His red occulars filled with mixed hate and sorrow. Even if he tried to lull her into his life again, all she would do is think about that scum of a vampire, Mernov. When her hand came up to brush against his cheek, his eyes lowered down even more, then he moved his head over abruptly from her touch. He couldn't think of anything to say, nor de he know what to do about this. Though one thing was for certain; Mernov, and the Hellsing Organization are going to be in a run for their money.
The tall German lightly placed his hands on the shoulders of Erika, and slowly moved her away from his form. He spoke with an utter distaste in his tone, "Mernov is still in your mind, Erika." He then turned and looked to the detailed painting of Adolf that adorned his wall so beautifully, his vocals expressing sorrow as he spoke out once again, almost in a whisper, "Sie nicht können mir sogar mehr glauben..." Letting out a sullen sigh, he glanced to the ground once more, allowing his fingers to intertwine behind his back after moving them there from his sides. He pondered up a theory that was blanantly the first anyone would come up with; Destroy the source. If he could rid Mernov's presence off the planet, surely the affect left in Erika's mind would dissipate. Or, at least he hope it would. His facial complexions were cold, and grim. Gauntly losing emotion to his eyes and look overall. His mind wandered about the weaponry, the many that had been stocked over the ages since the war. There was possibly one weapon that could rid Mernov... 'Der Moloch X' [/color:6f14527f3c] After a moment, Odakira opened the door slowly, pushing it with his open hand, finding that the room was emptied. The woman wasn't there. His gold orbs flowed from left and right, sensing that her presence was elsewhere. He piveted his feet upon the marble floor to shift his body in the opposite direction of which he walked. Taking to his usual long stride as his coat fluttered about him weightlessly. As he passed by the room Mernov was in, he caught a glimpse of his vanishing figure, along with Jeanne dissipating with him. He soon reached the end of the hall, his mind had been locked onto the girl's presence, feeling somewhat some of her pain radiating of her body from her run-in with the Nazis. He turned in the direction to see the door of the library, his bright figure pushed open the door and walked in. His eyes observed the sight of many books that had been stored within the dark room. His optics skimmed across the many aisles of shelves as he called out, his voice nearly audible to that of a shout, "Hello? You in here?" OOC: Wolfgang: "You cannot even feel me anymore..." Moloch: "Juggernaut" |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 6:12 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen's eyes darted back and forth as she read a page of the book in her lap. She turned a page and her hand froze as a voice reached her ears. The professor sat up straight, and winced at the pain her sudden movements she made. It sounds like Odakira, she thought to herself as she closed the book with her index finger still in it.
"Yes," Helen called back to him. "I think I'm in the back somewhere." She didn't want to get up from where she sat for it would hurt too much. While she was lost in her books, the pain had gone unnoticed, now it returned to her full force and caused her eyes to water slightly. Jo-jo slept soundly as he laid over her feet. Her foot nudged his underbelly a little, and lazily opened his eyes. His nose sniffed the air, and he caught the scent of the strange smelling man-thing in the big cape. He growled a bit for he still didn't trust it. "Oh, hush," his mistress scolded him gently. "Don't be rude." Jo-jo stopped growling, but hopped into her lap, and glared angrily at the shelves as he looked for the man-thing. He heard his Helen chuckle and felt a gentle hand begin to scratch him behind the ears. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't stop his tail from wagging. He silently cursed the woman. How am I supposed to scare the man-thing when you're treating me like a puppy? he thought angrily. A dog wagging his tail isn't that intimadating... oh, that feel good... a little to the left... yes... Jo-jo closed his eyes contently for a moment, and then they snapped open. His head shook violently, and her hand rested on the armrest. He then continued glaring. |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 9:41 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Odakira's eyes snapped into the direction of the voice, he then walked from the door directly to where the voice emitted. His steps seeming to create no sound whatsoever as he traversed the wooden floor of the library. His bright form then came around the corner to reveal himself to the lady, his eyes instantly studied the figure of the girl. His eyes locked onto where he had seen the injuries, first glanced at her face, then to her arm.
His eyes traversed up and locked onto hers, the eyelids narrowed as he reached into his side atchel that seemed connected to his coat. He removed his hand to reveal a small box, clearly a first-aid kit. He then asked of the woman with a slight bow of his head, "You're hurt, do you need me to mend your wounds...?" His voice was timid, yet deep and full of strength, vibrant as it rattled off the bookshelves and walls, leaving a mysterious echo in its wake. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | [color=olive:f754ec399a]Erika, feeling severely dejected, lowered her head to look at the ground. After Wolfgang had pushed her away slightly, she wrapped her arms around her waist, clutching her chest with one gloved hand. Seeing that it would be best if she left him alone, the Nazi turned away from him, walking over to the door quietly. "Wenn Sie mich wünschen...", she began, her voice quiet, "...bin ich mit den anderen..." As she finished, she reached up to take her hat from the coat hanger, keeping her crimson eyes on the ground the entire time. After putting her hat under her arm, she turned the knob on the door, looking at Wolfgang sadly before she passed through the door and closed it behind her.
When she had shut the door, she leaned against it, leaning her head back as she sobbed softly, tears of blood flowing down her cheeks. Slowly she slid down the door until her rear met the wooden floor beneath her. Erika brought her knees up to her chest and covered her eyes with her hands, hiccuping every now and then. Her head snapped up when she heard the sound of footsteps in front of her; it was the other Nazis who had been fighting not too long ago. They didn't see their female comrade, and walked into their common room where they drank, played cards or just talked. Feeling lonely, Erika wiped her face on a handerchief that she pulled from her breast pocket and stood up, trotting down the hall. When she entered the room, all of the talking and cursing ceased. Every pair of crimson eyes fell upon her, almost awed; or perhaps overjoyed. She walked in slowly, taking a seat beside a few of them at the bar. The feeling of so many pairs of eyes on her made Erika slightly uneasy. As Erika sat down, the talking began once again, and a few of the men next to her began to talk to her cheerfully or lustfully. The Nazi officer merely nodded or smiled, struggling to keep from breaking down in front of them. The Nazi soldier to her left, who was considerably drunk, smirked and tugged on the front of her jacket playfully, chuckling along with other soldiers as it fell open, exposing her black tie and white button-down shirt. She sighed, turning away from him slightly as she felt his arm wrap around his waist. Well... I suppose it is for the best.. Wolfgang hates me now, and it's all that bastard Mernov's fault.. Erika thought to herself, growing more and more depressed as the crowd around her grew.[/color:f754ec399a] OOC: "If you need me... I'll be with the others..." |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:03 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Mernov smiled toothily, pleased with her progress thusfar. She was becoming quicker at this, but she would need to be even faster if this skill were to be useful to her. He patted her back approvingly then moved directly behind her, moving his hand to her shoulder. The tall vampire then leaned close to the other side and moved his free hand to point over her shoulder into the distance. He was pointing slightly to the left of the previous target.
"There," Mernov said quickly. "Another target at five hundred meters. Find it faster than you found the last one. I want you to be able to see these as soon as you start looking; it needs to be second nature, instinctual." He paused again, allowing this to sink in before he spoke again. "You are progressing well, and I anticipate your getting the hang of this very quickly. Now, relax, raise your rifle and fire. Once you develop this well enough, you will hardly even need to aim; you will be able to paint your targets in your mind like a bright red crosshair, and you will find yourself being able to aim all you need to as your move your weapon to your shoulder, with no lag time inbetween that and the pulling of the trigger. This will, perhaps, not come tonight. However, this is your goal. If you're very good, you may not even have to turn your head towards your target." Mernov took this moment to demonstrate, taking the pistol from beneath his coat in his left hand and standing up in one swift motion. He moved to her side, so that he now looked at the wall. He looked down at her as he quickly raised his arm and pulled the trigger, seeming to do both simultaniously the action was so quick. Sure enough, from somewhere in the distance there erupted a tiny explosion. "My target was four-hundred ninety meters away," the tall vampire said mysteriously. "Things like measuring distances will also become easy," he added with another smile, this one a mixture of warmth and mischief. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Jeanne smiled to the compliments Mernov showered her with, looking down at the ground sheepishly. "I really.. well... thank you, Master.." she replied, smiling. Her mouth dropped slightly as she heard him explain his new expectations of her. The girl felt as if her jaw was going to fall from her face and plow into the ground when she saw him shoot, and demolish, the target without so much as any hesitation. She lowered her gaze, unsure of whether or not she could accomplish such an impressive feat. Wanting to impress Mernov, she pulled her rifle back up again and did her best to do as he had requested.
Slowly she closed her eyes, only to reopen them as she pulled the trigger around six to ten seconds later. It had been faster than the previous time, she was sure. However, much to her dismay, only a few pieces of schrapnel flew into the air, and only a small puff of smoke had come from her attack. Dissapointed in herself, Jeanne quickly knelt down, popping open the rifle and reloading it with a new shell quicker than she had done previously. She brought her eyes up to look at Mernov, hoping he wasn't too upset with her. "I'm sorry.. I'll do better nex time, my Master.. I promise.." |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:33 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme [color=brown:05b2c41095]His eyes continued to study the painting as he thought in the deepest reaches in his mind. Knowing only what little he saw of the organization, he soon found it not to be a big matter. When he heard the weak words of Erika, he turned only to find her gone, the door shutting from where she left. He heaved a great sigh, feeling that because of this that there might be nothing between her and him now. After all this time; from being kids, friends, partners to lovers, only to have it ripped away from some vampire who happens to be on the list. His digits came to the palm of his hand, forming a clenched fist that shook slightly in his rage, at his sides. He then turned abruptly and kicked the door that lead into his office; where Erika was before, but she had already left. The wooden mass flew across the hall, and plummited into the wall itself. The sound it emitted itself, but probably not loud enough to be heard in the bar, was devastatingly high in volume. His paces carried him out of his office and into the hallway.
The tall and blackened figure looked down towards the direction of where the bar was, then turned his head in the complete opposite slowly, his eyes studying everything in the hall itself. The area seemed completly barren, but he could hear the other vampires within the bar soon start to whistle and shout happily. Obviously Erika was with them. He shook his head and blinked. Once his eyelids came apart, his optics revealed a small glimmer to them that meant business. He took to his unusually long strides, his knee-boots creating a loud 'clomp' with every step he took. He reached a metal door, upon the door's apparatus was a small keyboard. His fingers stroked it downward then pressed into the buttons with the tip of his index finger; 4...20...1889 To this, the door slid open swiftly to one side. He took a step into a medium-sized room. Along the walls ran rifles, guns, bazooka's, and underneath those that hung under the wall, long tables stretched below them. Littered with ammunition clips, rounds, magazines, explosives, mines; The Works. Though some weapons looked of some good value, there was only one that Wolfgang had wanted to get his hands on, and he was going to get it. He walked into the back corner of the room, his figure a now darkened shadow due to the weaponry's dark-blue lights, he came to yet another door. This metallic door had an opening in it about 5 inches in diameter. Wolfgang brought up his arm and shoved it into the opening up to his elbow. Two clamps on the outside of the hold closed in, and latched to his arm. Soon, a high-pitch frequnecy rang in his ears as an low-red light emitted from the hole's edge. Followed by a small 'click' sound, the door unlocked. Removing his arm, he quickly grabbed the handle, and with no resistance whatsoever, he threw open the the thick, solid, titanium door as if it were paper. He then took one step in and gazed up in the light of the dark-blue room. "Aha... mein freunde..." He grinned a toothily grin as he allowed a low chuckle to excape his domain, his visage studying a massive piece of equipment. Upon the darkened wall, Moloch, was mounted and had been waiting for a test. The weapon was a cannon, the color of it was a dark black, and inscribed in the side of the long barrel in an old English font, the words "Der Moloch Herscht". Preferred for the use of heavy troops, the barrel of the weapon ran a meter-and-a-half long. The opening of the barrel of which the ammo will fire was 4 inches in diameter. Beside the cannon's barrel, lied a longer, and somewhat slimmer barrel. The barrel ran back to the shoulder resistor of the massive weapon, before it reached the end of it, it stopped about 5 inches away by the shell chamber. This barrel was meant to work as a shotgun obviously, but came with the useful function from swithcing from manual fire to fully automatic. Attached below the chamber was a long, exterior clip reservoir. It held the shotgun's rounds; 36 shots per magazine to be exact. The outside of the clip would discharge an empty magazine automatically. As for the cannon, a long shell chain ran into directly feed the barrel's chamber from a backpack that held 15 extra shots, not including the one in the chamber, so a total of 16 shots. The incendiary rounds of the cannon consisted of a silver casing, but below the shell, liquid mercury was compressed, then met with another layer to keep the explosive napalmic material within seperate from the mercury. The silver, whilst it being forged, was blessed personally by high priests of a secret Holy Roman Empire sect. Making it obviously a formidable weapon against any vampire. The overall weight of the weapon was well over 500 pounds. Hence it's name, 'Der Moloch'. Wolfgang was awed by it's presence, as he was once long ago when he first glanced at it. He walked up to the gargantuan piece of equipment, reaching out his hand and grasping the cannon. With ease, he lifted the weapon and brought the barrel of it into his other hand, the heavy object making a slap sound as it came into contact with his open palm. His smile was that of like a kid in a candy-shop, but much more sinister, and malicious. Setting down the weapon by the butt of it's shoulder resistor, he turned around and placed his arms through the straps of the backpack. He tigthened and locked the straps that met at his shoulders, the did the same to a thick belt that wrapped about his waist. After being in check, his hand came up and flicked a switch, deactivated the hooks that held the backpack mounted to the wall. As the weight of the tote came down unto his shoulders and back, Wolfgang was not burdened. Though he did feel slightly heavier, he knew it wouldnt be much of a problem. He then reached over and grabbed the cannon once again, taking it into the grasp of his right hand, he held it parallel to the ground, his digits wrapped under the casing of metal in front of the trigger. After traversing the two rooms and finally coming to the hall, his feet no longer made the 'clomp' sound they used to. But more of a loud 'thud', also causing the floor to creak and squeal under his footing, the wood he walked upon wreathed in pain to his 'newfound' weight. Pacing by the bar, he glanced over to see the crowd of the Nazi underlings who had gathered about Erika. Some of the underlings caught glimpse of him, their eyes widened with amazement to the sidearm he bore, for they were not of high enough ranking to see such a weapon, let alone even hear a rumor of it. He continued to walk with his heavied pace to the exit of the mansion, ready to set off onto his 'personal' mission... [/color:05b2c41095] Raising his head to glance back up at the lady, Odakira held up his hand that held the first-aid kit, allowing Helen's eyes to see it, so she may not fear anymore harm come to her. He noticed she had a book in her hand, and the her index finger intercoursed between two sections of the book. 'She must of been reading...' he thought to himself. He then quickly shook his head as he remembered he had never asked the girl if her name, and finally spat out the words, "Oh, um... Forgive me. But... I never got your name. May I ask of it?" His voice was a little lighter in tone than, expressing modesty and apology for being so rude as to not have asked before. OOC:'Moloc: Juggernaut' 'Der Moloch Herscht: The Juggernaut shall prevail' 'Mein Freunde: My friend' lol, all that for Wolfgang in a bag o' chips ;) |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 9:18 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Helen smiled weakly and nodded her head slightly to let him know that it was ok with her if he mended her wounds. Jo-jo took his place under her seat, he bared his teeth threateningly at Odakira, but he didn't make a sound.
"Oh, you're right! How rude of me," Helen blushed faintly, and placed the book on top of the tiny tower of volumes on the small table next to her. "I should have introduced myself earlier, I do beg your pardon. My name is Helen, Helen Thames, and if my memory serves me well, you're Odakira." She offered him her right hand to shake, but winced slightly the movement had caused her. The hole the poker had burned into her side was clearly visible. "You must be getting tired of taking care of me," she said sheepishly. |
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