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 'Wear something, you know...pretty' The words still echoed in Tatyana's mind, and were the cause of a slightly shaky and hand smoothing over the tarty red dress that covered her skinny, somewhat boyish figure. She'd never really had volumptious curves, so dressing the way they were suggesting wasn't exactly easy. And why she needed to dress up, merely to trade, was beyond her. The process was simple; hand over the sample, and receive the money. Why was looking 'pretty' part of that deal? She didn't argue though, she didn't have a choice in the matter. But now, she reached for her handbag. Two green eyes looked to the driver, observing his expression in the mirror. He'd said nothing; the stoic type who went about his job silently. And she didn't trust him an inch.
"We're nearly there. Get ready." Or not. So he was capable of speaking? And what a gruff, unpleasant voice he owned. Sighing softly, her nimble fingers shifted past the 'sample' to her lipstick, and small mirror. Carefully, she smoothed a fresh coat of red, to match the short dress, over her full lips. Then, smacking top and bottom together, the lipstick was dropped back into the bag, and she made an attempt to fluff her bouncy curls with the palms of her hand, patting gently at the ends. Through the car windows, tinted black to the outside, Tatyana could see nothing but...trees, for miles. Trust this deal to be taking place in some, out of the place, nowhere locations. And she knew the dangers it involved. She could be shot, and what a perfect place it was to bury the evidence, and proof she even existed. But she had no choice; she was doing it for her family.
"But I was told to meet the person by a, gargoyle statue?" What would a statue be doing out in the middle of nowhere? There was a slight pause.
"And you will." She shifted nervously, fidgeting with the hemline to her cocktail dress. Soon after, she begun to understand though. A mansion, in such a picturesque location. The sound of gravel could be heard under the car wheels, as they pulled up into the main courtyard. Tatyana wasn't really sure what to do, and sort of, looked to the driver for instructions. He turned the ignition key, but his gloved leather hands rested on the wheel, squeaking slightly as he flexed his fingers one by one. She then heard the click of the doorlocks unlocking, followed by that blunt and hoarse deep voice. "We're here." And it was as simple as that. Taking a deep breath, she reached for the doorknob, and opened it. Legs shifting round first, her red stilleto heels found the cobbled gravel below her. Rising out into a slighty wobbly standing position as she exitted the vehicle, Tatyana looked up to the storey's of the mansion. It was quite impressive; beautiful ivory snaked up the front of the building, and a set of double, deep mahogany red doors lay ahead of her. Clutching her handbag and sliding it under her armpit, she tried to be confident as she walked ahead. A hand snaking round to her rear though, to make sure her dress wasn't caught anywhere, or folded up. Then, her blasted heel got caught, causing her to nearly tumble rather embarressingly. She stopped, closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and then resumed advancing forwards, as if nothing had happened. Reaching the door soon enough, her hand found the door knocker, which she tapped thrice. Though who might greet her, was beyond her. |
 Surio sat at the back of his rather lavishly decorated entry way. Although the home looked rather elegent, it was really nothing so glamours as a mansion. Not yet anyways, he wouldn't dare title it as such. It had a meaning that made the title unworthy. Some of the things that happend here, would be viewed as nonsense on the outside. Which only served to make him al the more amused with his situation. After all, not many could pass up such a cushy job, weither it was legal or not. never came into question. He knew the awnser as easily as he could tell another that water was normally clear, and the sky normally blue. "Boss, that chick is here, wearing some skimpy red dress." This made him pause for a moment, no one he knew requested such a thing. After all, such clothing would be unessisary. It was suppost to just be an exchange by neutral parties. Something was wrong. He didn't like whatever was going on in the lest. But unfortnetly all he could do was continue as planned. "Show her in." The idiot with side burns that were far too long stepped off and opend the door. His eyes narrowed very slightly in distrust as he saw her for the first time. "Come in, we odn't have enough time to doddle around. Or so I'm told." He then motioned to the large chair across from him, with a table inbetween. Everything in the large room looked like it was professionally furnished, and it annoyed him to no end. Everything neat and tidy, "You have only so much time here lady, my contact is impaitent! Your not the only one he could have contacted for this." Damn woman was going to be the death of him, he could see it already. And the twisting of his stomach was enough to tell him that. |
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| Tatyana wasn't sure what to do either; but her trail of thought wasn't quite like her companions. To help the severely injured doctor, soon became the thought to run from his outstretched arms. She didn't understand the illness yet, but presumed that it was something that affected the brain and mentality of the person. Then she was once again feeling her arm being pulled nearly out of it's socket, as she was forced to break into a sudden run alongside the gangster. She hadn't comprehended much what he's commented on before that moment, but she did pay attention to just how closely the doctor missed grabbing onto her. She looked over her shoulder as the man shut the door, to see a patient seemingly attacking another, both of them tumbling over a mobile bed noisilly. A nurse ran over the help, only to get dragged into the fray. She was running again though, holding on for dear life. No way did she wish to be abandoned in such a place! She wasn't sure if he would stop for her if she did let go, and didn't want to find out either. How had the hospital turned into such a hellhole in the space of a few minutes!? Though she guessed things were amiss when they arrived, and all it took were a few little outbursts on each floor to turn the place upside down. Running down the stairs, and fearing she might just fall down them at the same time, Tatyana's eyes widened in truer fear, to what awaited them on the first floor. Her hand unconsciously squeezed only the man's wrist, as if for assurance that they could make it. But he so casually stepped over the shattered glass, whereas she felt her heart might just, burst out her chest. As exhilerating as the run had been, her eyes found the source of the screams and groans, and the colour instantly drained from her cheeks. Now, Tatyana was usually quite good with gory and bloody sights. She could easilly watch those medical drama series on television, and the first aid course she took was more or less quite comfortable. But to see such human insides, in reality, had quite a different effect. Her stomach convulsed, and her free hand moved to her mouth, as she gasped for oxygen before she puked. Looking away as she was pulled along, outside it was a little worse. But at least some people were managing to get away, as one of two ambulance vans were driving off at some incredible speed. She was surprised the man's car was still there, as he led her towards it. She still had the image of that poor unfortunate nurse in her mind though, and even worse, she was feeling like she was to blame for all this. She didn't really realise she was still holding onto him as he stopped briefly, her wide eyes fixed on the scenes ahead, as some dog? Seemed to be mualing over a body, pulling intestines out like string, and tearing the sinew in it's bloodied jaw. The she felt a rather hard tug, and mostly landed on the guy's lap sideways. She was looking over his shoulder though, again not realising her hand was clinging tightly to the shoulder of his shirt, like some petrified child holding on. Her attention drawn to the security guard, or, what remained of him. The hospital fire alarm was going off, and his trouser leg seemed to have caught fire. From where, she really didn't care. It was the fact that he was running, abaze, and towards them of all people. And his arms, flailing maniacally, his eyes bloodshot red. She had only seen such sights in horror movies...it wasn't something that was meant to happen in real life. Not wishing to know why the wheels were bumping over something, Tatyana cringed on the guy's lap, breathing down his ear as her terror was more and more evident. Her voice, shaky, at first, seemed to get louder and more urgent. "Faster....drive faster!" Then her foot slammed down ontop of his on the acceleration. She just acted be instinct, wishing to be in control of a sitaution that scared her. "I said go faster!!" The reason being, because that broad security guard, was lunging to grab onto the car. Course he would probably miss, but just the fact he was threatening her safe place, made her squirm on the poor guy's lap. |
Surio was aware of many more things than he thought capable in the split second. His eyes were narrowed and locked on a target he had no weapon to destroy. That he wasn't sure he could place a bullet int he skull of a human who he didn't know. And finally, that the stitches in his leg were ripped open by the sudden jolt to his foot. Wasn't surpising, the females instincts were much diffren't than that of males. Sighing out loudly he slammed on to the brakes a moment after, and kicked her foot off the gas. The gaurd missed by a few feet , and was infront of the car as flames began to consume him nearly completely. He was glad he couldn't smell it, thats the only thing he could think for a few moments. Then turning his attention to the woman that was on his lap, he pushed her against the streering wheel at an odd angle, sure that he could see her shock and fear. He felt bad for her, but he didn't know how to coddle her in such a situation. Step one, get her out of shock. Step two, tell her not to screw with my driving. Step three, get the fuck out of here. Sighing he placed a hand on her cheek, nearly a light slap as he turned her view to him. "Look into my eyes. Now." His voice was gentler than normal, but held more than enough firmness to attain her attention. His sharp blue eyes held the intensity of a wolf, but the rarely shown wisdom of a man twice his age. "I need you to resrict your sinticts. Find a source of comfort, and latch onto it. But if you try, or do take controll we're going to die. The fact is, I have the best chance of getting us out of this." He thought about kissing her again, but at this point he was sure that would piss her off. But then,a fter giving it a moments thought he realised that woul dbe a good thing. Anger was a far more usefull thing than fear. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers for a third time, his eyes wide open as he looked into the mirror. His eyes widend slightly and he jerked the car into reverse again. Pulling his lips away from hers suddenly, he spun the wheel as he pulled the girl back away from it. The dog had latched onto the tire, and he was sure that if he left it there, it could have chewed it's way through. "Okay. You can stay on my lap if you want.." He then shifted her though, further back against his chest and to the side so he could see the mirror. "But I need to be able to drive." He could hear an explosion nearly a hundred yards away. The aftershock couldn't be felt, but he knew it had to be close. He could smell the spoke clearly. And he almos tthought he could hear the sound ofthe fire. The crackling and bending of metal.. |
| Tatyana on the other hand, was only aware of the fact some crazed man on fire was after them one moment. Then the next, his body was consumed entirely by flames as he ran past. She had only just figured out the car had stopped completely as her back was suddenly pressed against the steeringwheel. She flinched, the position being awkward and uncomfortable, then the light slap to her cheek caused her frowning but wide and alert eyes to focus on the man. Attention easilly gained by his authoritised voice, she stared into his blue depths, actually leaning back against the wheel this time. She was confused though; how the hell was she meant to restrict her instincts? She didn't know how else to react in such a situation, and it wasn't exactly easy to take her mind off everything to think of something more comfortable. For some reason though, she thought of her little scottish terrier dog, Fedor. A man's best friend, he surely was a very comforting pet to be around. Already her hyperventilating breathing was soothing, especially after she'd inhaled one long breath to feed oxygen to her paniced and deprived lungs. Though she beleived he was underestimating her abilities by assuming she wasn't capable of taking contol, Tatyana kept her lips pressed together, and thought 'happy thoughts.' She was doing a good job of ignoring everything too, until he damn well leaned forwards and kissed her. Though feeling his lips against hers, now three times in three hours should've meant a definate slap. But she wasn't feeling the anger so much, she wasn't really feeling or aware of anything but his contact with her. so once he'd dealt with the dog, Tatyana simply let him rearrange her on his lap, and didn't want for the invite to stay there either. Probably when things calmed down she would move into the passenger seat, but until there, she dared not move an inch unless he made her. At the sound of the explosion, her head seemed to duck, to bury itself in the nook of his collarbone and neck. Tatyana didn't want to see the chaos anymore, or be in his way, but she was comforted by the position as she closed her eyes to the surroundings. She was somewhat burying her nose too from that rotten smell of burning materials and carbon. Hopefully he had enough gas in the tank, but she wouldn't ask or panic about it. If he wanted the responsibility of staying in control, then he had it. But there was one thing she wanted to ask, as she opened her eyes and tucked her knees up slightly. "I....don't even know your name." She figured if he was going to lead her to the safety of this lab, and if she was going to especially lounge on his lap, then she at least deserved to know that. The rest were just bonuses. "And who you work for, and why you wanted this antidote." She didn't realise she was fingering his short collar, and her eyes were locked on his chin as she looked up. "What do you know of this...virus? Will we," to paused to swallow. "Catch it too?" |
Surio sighed lightly as he felt her move to him and then duck her head under his chin. He could feel her nose brushing over his collar bone, but merely shook his head lightly. But as long as she wasn't under stress or screwing up his driving he found it alright. "My name is Surio. I don't work for anyone. I want the antidote because if they got it, they would make trillions and let millions die in the process. This little tube is going to be sold for fifty million, they will make three times that, and the world will be safe for a few dollars. Anyone can afford it. And the virus will be useless. Thats why just about everyone is going to be after our hides." Chuckling bitterly as he pictured the immage. Half eaten corpses with machine guns mounted over them on tall buildings, and shooting down at him as he was swarmed. What a touching immage. He hoped the virus could be used scraped off the bottom of his shoe if it came down to that. Pushing out a loud breath he rested a hand against the side of his head, resting his arm on the window as he looked out at the road. In the end, what good would it do to make herstop playing with the collar of his shirt. At least she would be occupied, and not gazing out at the area around her. Bodies and blood were splaterd everywhere. It seemed as if the entie city was already riped to peices. A small chuckle escaped him however, as he saw that one of the more foolish zombies stepp into traffic. Shaking his head lightly, he simply continued to drive on as he considerd the fact that in a few hundred miles, he would need to stop. Now that, was going to be a problem. |
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Funny what happens in a life threatening situation; how one's inhibitions flee and their personna adapts slightly. Sitting on a stranger's lap being one of these things, though to be fair, Tatyana was too frightened to move, which would then inadvertedly distract his driving. The fiddling of his collar she only realised once he had finished talking, and she immediately stopped at that point. "I never met a Surio before," was all she could comment on initially in what sounded like a rather dazed voice. She supposed he had lied though; surely he worked for someone? Or had been employed by someone. "Tatyana, ever meet one of those before?" She half laughed to herself; warm and shaky breath softly hitting his collarbone probably. "You have now." She wanted to shift then; the awareness of her position making her feel a little, uncomfortable. He didn't answer her question about, if they might catch the virus also which unnerved her ever more. But she figured in order to gain his trust, she would need to give him a little more information than her name. He'd complied, more or less, so now it was her turn.
"I, came here from Russia. Smolensk. My, family were always quite poor, you see. But, after I finished university, an American man approached me. He said he could get me a job, in America. So, I said yes." She paused, sighed slightly as without much thought, she shifted slightly on his lap, her accent slipping slightly to stronger Russian from time to time. "The pharmatical company, Parasol Inc, employed me into the...human resources department? But," she sighed, shaking her head lightly. "Dhey did not say I would be...well, working 'extra time.'"
Tatyana decided then that, he hard heard enough of her life story. And she was too embarressed to speak of what other jobs she's taken for that, extra money. It was hard to exaggerate the fact that she did it all for her parents, back in Russia. Not only that, but she didn't exactly have much choice. She found her fingertips fiddling with his collar again, taking her mind of, well everything. She had not once looked ahead to the road, in fear of what she might see there. Not until now, as she sat back to stare at Surio. Her sharp eyes rather concerned, as she shook her head lightly, as if in denial or, misunderstanding. "I never knew Parasol Inc would, create such a thing. Why? Why would they, do this?" |
Surio smiled feintly as he heard that she had never met a Surio. It wasn't an uncommon name, but maybe she ment she had never met a full blooded italian. Either way he found it amusing, as well as her teasing of her own name. "Russian, and a poor family. That makes sense. Your someone they can controll. Money has a stronger affect on the poor." Moving a hand off the steering wheel, he placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed softly. Unnable to help himself, he wonder what her other profesions were. After all, she only said her recent history. And why did he show up in a skimpy red dress. "What did you do before this all started." He asked in a slightly stern tone, not wanting to have to ask more than once was a personality trait that kept him from being an expert negotiator, but a very intimidating one. The driving was getting easier. It was thining out, less frantic drivers. Surviors with no infected on board most likely. Or at least, not the kind that groaned alot. Although, I wonder if theya re capable.. fter all alot of people when to the hospital. Was it because they felt like they were dieing. Or years of instict telling them that they could find people there? While he thought about it, he struggled with the feeling of something he forgot. He had the girl, he had the anti virus, a gun, and a car. What could he have forgotten. Then it hit him. Well not exactly hit him, but his car. He was going to run out of gas in about fifty miles. Shit, shit, shit. Can I make it to the next gas station, and will it be safe to fill up? Trying to distract himself, and simply hope for the best, he looked down to Tatyana. "If you want you can move now, we're on the highway, easier to navigate." He sugested in a soft calm voice, unsure if she would be more comfortable on her own than in his lap. Either way he didn't mind, she wasn't heavy, and her warmth was slightly distraction fromt he immages in his head. So it helped, if only slightly. But on a whole, it was not comfortable. Fourth of a tank left.. son of a btich, I could have a galon of gas left. Where is the next exit? "Do you know this area? Because, we either need gas. Or I need to remember how to steal a car." |
| Tatyana mildly flinched at the sudden, though compassionate gesture, as Surio's arm contacted with her shoulder. She didn't expect him to understand really, but apparently he did, or he was trying to. It was that rub of her shoulder however that, though tender, reminded her of a previous 'client.' She paled at the thought, and tried to swallow the thought back immediately before it surfaced fully. But then, Surio just had to ask about her 'job,' despite her already telling him who she worked for! She presumed he saw straight through little her half-lie and wanted to know the truth, which meant telling him about all the other clients she'd, 'served'. She shifted more blatanty on his lap, wanting to move away from both him, and the images, by moving to a new position in the car. As if it that would help. But it was too suspicious; she needed to answer him first in a calm tone before she even thought about retreating. Well, as calm as she could manage, present situation counted for. "I already told you," she half-smiled, all those drama lessons paying off for once as she managed an almost joking voice. Like a 'you silly boy, how could you forget already?' kind of almost derrogatory tone. "I worked in the human resources department. Parasol Inc." He would have to pry to get more out of her, since she was so adamant to keep up with that answer. Though to be honest with herself, it wasn't any of his business what she'd done; she wasn't exactly bothered about how many people he'd killed and swindled. Well, maybe a little. Come to think of it...she was sitting on the lap of a murderer. One who came very close to becoming her newest clinet...She looked over to that empty passenger seat, and his suggestion to move was like the trigger that made her finally shift. She answered his question as she moved, trying to act natural.
"I...worked on the other side of the city." Again the partial truth, but she had driven past these parts before, but just, never really paid much attention. "There,...should be a sign, maybe?" The move was made as quickly as possible, that is, so long as he didn't try to stop her half-way. So long as everything went to plan, she would slink over onto the other seat, and let her back melt against the leather. Stupid dress, she wish she had a pair of jeans and an ordinary shirt. But no, she was totally exposed to whatever the next few hours were going to bring. Shuddering slightly, and provided all went to plan, she would click the seatbelt in place, and then cross one leg over the other. Only to find that position awkward; she would fidget again to change crossed legs, then uncross again, and then even left her knees to place her heels near her rump. Not the most dignified of sitting positions in a dress, but her comfort came first right now. Then she started to fumble with the skirt material, staring ahead into outer space with her intense green eyes. "Listen I...really don't think we should stop anywhere. I've got a really bad feeling." | |
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 She hated the fact he was right; her jaw muscles tightening already in silent response. Tatyana felt sick to the stomach though, petrol was needed...but at what cost? She was pretty sure money wouldn't be an issue anymore, if this turned into some, global epidemic, money wouldn't be worth anything anymore. Take what you need to survive...steal...even considering her circumstances, the word left a bad taste in her mouth. She kept quiet, indulging herself in that uncomfortable silence for a moment longer. The silence before the storm, some liked to call it, she just hoped that wouldn't be the case. Her lips curved slightly though as he broke the silence; she could do with a stiff drink to calm her nervous temperment. Though bad idea if she was going to be driving, and speaking of which, her eyes snapped to him at the mere notion. If only he knew about her driving records...course, she knew how, it was just, there were always certain little things that slipped her mind, and then there was the speeding and parking issues. Again, he was right though. The poor guy looked like he'd been dragged through hell and back, and she couldn't help but somehow feel slightly responsible. There she was without a scratch on her, whereas he'd taken a bullet, or two. She swallowed hard, hoping she wasn't too much of a burden. Not like she'd planned on instigating any of this, afterall she was just some, stupid pawn. Extra exaggeration on the stupid too, she felt like, slamming her head against the car for actually getting herself involved in the first place. But that would've solve anything; on the contrary, it would just give her a headache. One thing was for sure though, as her eyes found his silent form. She wished he would talk to her; tell her it would be alright, even though they were 'pretty fucked.' She wanted to know how he was doing; if he needed her help since, she would give it in any way that she could. Tatyana looked away again, the car slowing down to a stop at the gas station. She was copying his own actions, looking around for a sign of life, if you could call those things living that is. A sign of movement; a threat. But she found herself staring at him again, gaping slightly as he mentioned violence. She knew it; this was a ridiculous idea! She tried to repeat the words the first time, but she'd already forgotten due to other thoughts, mostly anxieties. What if something, god forbid, happened to him? What if she was left to deal with all this, alone? She couldn't cope, she'd just end up, giving in. Dying...there wasno way she could kill another human being... "L-Lock the doors," Tatyana quickly blurted out, hoping those nasty thoughts would go away. "Erm, get in the driver's seat, stay there...keep quiet. I got it." She shook her head and looked away, her voice quiet and shaky. "Let's just, get this over with." |
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 Kevin had taken off hours earlier before everything had happened... He had jumped on to his shiny red moped and speeded along as quick as it could carry him and had only stopped at the gas station about 15 minutes ago... Not seeing anything or anyone for that matter inside... He had fueled his method of transportation as much as he could and had gone back to put food and drinks that he could find into his backpack.... He was talking to himself and had not heard the silent car arriving... He was in fact behind the counter and eating a tuna sandwich that he had found inside a displayed fridge... All nicely wrapped and sealed... So it was with a surprise when he heard the door opened and he had ducked out of sight... He poked his brown head out and perhaps he was relieved to see it was just another human being.... Course... the fact that it could also be the owner of the gas station did not occur to him... He stood up to his full height of 5'10 and he was wearing black tight jeans and a fushia pink buttoned up shirt... He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath it... His long brown locks hung like a waterfall behind his back and he looked upon the stranger with pale blue eyes.... Not knowing if he shoudl be courteous or not.... He opted for being nice and with a wide bright smile he waved at him and said, "Hi!" His movements were rather effeminate and his voice was perhaps a little too high pitched to belong to a man. "Help yourself I suppose..." He stopped to shrug his shoulders delicately and continued, "There's no one here... I don't know if the owner will be back or not... I left cash for what I took beside the money till...." He lifted his head to look out the window... and seeing the blonde girl inside a car... She looked somewhat familiar... But he couldn't place her... He waved enthusiastically at her, pounding on the window to get her attention and shouted, "Hi!!! Why don't you come on in inside?" Again.... It was a little foolish of him to be doing so... After all... It was most probable that she didn't even hear him. For now... the problems of the city had been pushed to the back of his mind... It was strange to keep going and not see anyone... |
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 Say it again? What did he think she was, stupid? She already understood and had repeated his 'orders' perfectly. Tatyana didn't realise she could frown so much at somebody, but she was scowling as he made his demands. Was it possible he was also nervous? This, hard boiled, tough criminal, was actually feeling fear? Well judging by his directions should anything go wrong, she was probably right in her assumptions. Where was there anywhere safe to go? He had the antidote, so if he didn't come back, she was as screwed as he was. "You're coming back," she retorted more firmly, her eyes sincere as she made him out to be some sort of hero. Ignoring his command to repeat those instructions, Tatyana opened up the glovebox, to retrieve the handgun he'd hidden there hours before. The same damn gun he'd pointed at her; she might've given him a taste of his medicine, if perhaps, the circumstances were a little different. But no, she held the heavy firearm out for him to take, and nodded in a sort of, knowing way. Once Surio finally exitted the vehicle, Tatyana pretty much did exactly as she was told. First the doors were locked all at once, then she was taking off her seatbelt, and hopping over into the driver's seat. Though, it felt slightly weird to be sitting there, in a car she'd never driven before either. She adjusted the seat to suit her smaller frame, pulling it forwards slightly, and lifting the back up fully erect. With her feet rested comfortably on the two pedals, she inhaled deeply, her eyes lifting to watch Surio through the rear view mirror. The clanking around near the boot being the gas tank being refilled. She gave him a soft reassuring smile, then looked away to rest both her hands on the steering wheel. Trying to get a feel for the car, course she wouldn't know what it would be like to drive it until the time actually came. With the engine off though, she was safe to have a little play around with the gear stick, testing the smoothness and such. Her car back home had been awful; the gears always got stuck from 4th to 5th, and reversing was a pain. Drumming her fingers on the wheel, Tatyana hummed the tune of some chart pop song that sprung to mind. The shadow passing her being Surio now that the tank was full; she hadn't really paid much attention, other than to the clanking and cluttering sounds from behind. Nodding to him as he passed, her soft eyes watched him carefully as he advanced to the store. Something didn't feel right; if anything, she knew she'd feel safer outside. Afterall, glass was breakable...what if something jumped through at her!? She swallowed, hard, feeling her heart thump faster against her chest. The doors were bloody locked; she'd have to struggle to flick the lock and then open the door...by then it might be too late. 'Argh! Think happy thoughts,' she told herself and closed her eyes. Probably not the best tactic, but she tried to breathe and calm down. Surio obviously hadn't sensed any danger, otherwise he would've banged on the door or something, and demanded back in. Her fingers drummed again, as she hummed a little louder. Those soft green eyes opened...to an extraordinary sight. What she first mistook for a woman in a pink shirt, with gorgeous well kept hair, chatting away to Surio. She couldn't help but arch her brow, when the woman turned around to face the window. What was actually a man, seemed to stare right at her, then started tapping on the window. It hadn't occured to her that, someone might be alive and hiding out at the station. Tatyana couldn't really hear what he was saying, only she knew 'he' was saying something from the way his lips moved so enthusiastically...or was it in panic? Why was he waving? Oh god...was she in danger? "That's it!" She told herself with a stare of horror, to suddenly reach for the keys and pull them out the ignition. In one swift movement, she unlocked the door and literally pegged it that short distance towards the store, checking over her shoulder repeatedly, as if something was chasing her. Well, from the way he'd gestured at her, it seemed like there might've been. She didn't even bother to lock to cardoors. Slamming her body against the store door though, she fell through as it pushed open forwards, and pressed her back against it to make sure it was shut right. Her cheeks were slightly flustered from the fear and adrenaline rush. "There's something out there," Tatyana blurted out, her eyes wild as she stepped away from the door and spun to face those large windows. "Isn't there...?" More of a rhetorical question, but she looked to Surio, knowing he would be angry for her leaving the car like that, then to the guy in pink, and then back to Surio. "Well...he was," her eyes gestured once again back to the guy in pink. "Banging on the window and...shouting." |
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Kevin's pale blue eyes followed Surio around the store... Just simply happy to gaze at something nice to look at.... Yet he would respond after awhile, "Well yes.... I'm the same... Just helping myself is all...." His voice faltered, a tad unsure of how to pursue.... He didn't want to be alone, and it was much better to travel in a group... Though.. He loved his red shiny moped... It was not exactly safe to transport one's self around in something quite that opened.... In truth... Kevin was a tad intimidated by the stranger... But that was just as well.... He liked his men with a hard rock edgyness.... Dangerous looking and yet with clean cut appearance much like a rock boy band that appealed very much to him.... He heard the door opened, and the tinkling of bells sounded... His eyes lit up at the site of the girl who walked in through the door. He sashayed over towards her, his hips junting left and right as he stood before her and said, "Hello.... Are you with him? I quite like your look you know..." He used a hand to emphasize his words.... His forearm raised above his elbow, his hand bent at the wrist, forefinger pointing downwards towards the floor, going in a circle.... "Sort of like goldilocks meets little red riding hood... Quite quaint.... " He nodded at her, perusing her face and continues, "Are your lips real? I was thinking of getting my lips poutyer... People would die to have such a luscious mouth... What do you think? Not that I would get it anytime soon mind you, with all that craziness going on...." He leaned a bit closer and whispered in her ear.... "Sort of like the one's your boyfriend has would be nice...." He chuckled lightly and put a hand on his hip, as he flung his long dark tawny locks over his shoulders and continued, "Oh... How completely rude of me... My name is Kevin... What's your's hun?" |
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As expected, Surio wasn't exactly pleased with her at the moment. But Tatyana's attention was far too caught up with the erm, rather enthusiastic man, to care about what she should and should not do. Social? She was already smiling, he was social alright! Whatever Surio said kind of, flew over head head now, as she watched 'pinky' saunter over. Already she'd forgotten about the fear she'd felt outside just moments ago. It was nice, refreshing even, to find another person alive there, even if he was a little, overly friendly. He was such a contrast to Mr.Criminal though, it was almost, no it was, quite a shock. Tatyana giggled softly though, when he asked if she was 'with' Surio. "Yes," she started, but then realised that, he might take that the wrong way. "Erm, no! I mean, no. That is,... kind of?" While she frantically stumbled over a quick answer, she didn't really know what his question was asking exactly. Did he mean with as in, ' with' as in...dating? Or with as in, just...there. Argh, she frowned and ignored her petty ramblings, did it really matter? She was over-thinking the question, mostly because she didn't want to give him the wrong idea, but he'd already changed the subject. She was smiling again; what was he, a comedian? And like a bashful little girl, her hands gripped the material of her dress, and she swung her hips left and right at the strange comment. Yeah, the damn dress had cost her most of her last paycheck; it was nice to be complimented on something she normally wouldn't splurge on. "Well-" she could hardly get a word in though! Blinking in astonishment as he changed the subject again, all Tatyana could do was smile politely. She learned very quickly how forward he was; she wouldn't dare ask such questions withing, five seconds of meeting someone. She was a good little Russian girl...sort of. "He erm, he's not my boyfriend." She flinched at the whispered accusation, and was quick to set this, Kevin, straight. "I...think your lips are fine, as they are?" She didn't know what 'poutyer' meant; her english lexis being standard. "My name is Tatyana," she held her thin hand out, business style. Only, by observing all his over-exemplyfied movements and gestures, she begun to realise there was something not quite, right about him. He was like, what her work colleague Elaine, a shallow British girl, might've labelled a 'poof' or 'nancy boy.' Well, just by wearing pink, Elaine would call him a Pansy. Tatyana didn't like such words but, only in America had she found such, liberated sorts of people, walking around in public. Back home, it would be more frowned upon. A man had certain standards and obligations to follow in society. She didn't really have an opinion though, he seemed like a nice guy and, she was enjoying his company so far. Not as much as she couldsay for Surio but...oh, that reminded her. "We should, do what he says." Sighing, she reached for a shopping basket, planning to do this the female way rather than, shoving things frantically in bags. Coming from an oppressed background though, Tatyana wasn't one to refuse an 'order' unless, she had a pretty good reason not to. "So, are you from these parts?" A thin arm reached up to a shelf as she spoke, full of the usual petrol station junk. Several potato chip bags fell down into the basket. Not exactly food but...well she was a little stuck for choice. |
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Ooc: You're both so going to hate me. And I sincerely apologize in advance for letting both of you wait and wait and wait. >.< And yes... my msn im is driving me off the wall. I'm going to try to fix it again so I can at least chat it up a bit. After much deliberation, I made a decision that I have to pull out of this thread. Too many things going on at other sites, and it seems I have even more responsibilities than before when I was working. Sounds like people figured I have more time so they ask for help on their sites and stuff. Not to mention a few threads I'm trying to get off the ground that I have been working months on. Do what you will with the little fairy, lol. And hopefully my msn will be working soon! Stupid thing! >.< Huggles and kisses to you both! |
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