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Post by Zero on Jun 26, 2009 23:12:27 GMT -5
"It's nothing," Zero replied dully. His glance fell to the corpses of the fruit in Ned's arms. "Throwing those out?"
Unlike the grotesque selection of strawberries and apples before him, Zero was caught between the world of the living and the world of the dead. If only Fate would tip the balance, some way or another...
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Post by Ned on Jun 26, 2009 23:18:12 GMT -5
Ned quickly shook his head, a bit flighty now.
"Not really, no."
The beater held within the crook of one arm began to slip, and Ned lunged forward to prevent the entire mound of materials from crashing over the head of the man. The individual effortlessly flitted to one side to avoid the oncoming impact, but before Ned could pause to think about the peculiarity of the act, he realized his fingers had grazed the skin of the young man as he fled.
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Post by Zero on Jun 26, 2009 23:21:47 GMT -5
The brightness that had come with his vampiric vision quickly bled out of his eyes, and his strength fled him as Zero collapsed onto the cobblestoned road, shuddering. So, was this Death, then? If so, it was a blessed release from this half-life--no, this non-life--that he had been sustaining.
He welcomed it with both arms and pulled himself into the awaiting darkness.
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Post by Ned on Jun 26, 2009 23:30:29 GMT -5
Ned hastily gathered his belongings about him in time to realize that the man had fallen and had failed to get back to his feet. He couldn't make out the soft rise and fall of his chest, so Ned could only presume that he was...
"...dead," he stated in disbelief. "Holy crap."
He dropped his things, which fell to the ground with a resounding clatter, and rushed over to the man's side. Last wishes, will and testament, family members. Preparing himself for the questions he had to ask that could fit under one minute's time, Ned began to count the seconds on his watch and gently touched the man's hand.
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Post by Zero on Jun 26, 2009 23:36:39 GMT -5
Zero came to, if a bit groggily. He didn't bother to raise his head, only asked if he were still alive. The answer was an unexpected "for one minute, yes". He quietly answered the various questions that the man who crouched near him asked: no, he had no surviving family members; no, he had no last wishes but to leave this world already; and no, he had not met Ned before.
When met with the hesitant inquiry of whether he was human, Zero merely said he was a monster who fed on the blood of others and left it at that.
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Post by Ned on Jun 26, 2009 23:44:17 GMT -5
Five seconds left.
"I'm sorry for having touched you and for having unintentionally killed you," Ned quickly stated. He wanted to avoid any complications that would inevitably arise if the second hand ticked past the minute mark. "May you rest in peace."
His hand darted out to touch the cold surface of Zero's skin.
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Post by Zero on Jun 26, 2009 23:44:39 GMT -5
He quietly snorted at the man's last words but secretly prayed that he would find the peace he had sought, for so long in this world, in the afterlife. And with that, he was gone.
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Post by Ned on Jun 26, 2009 23:48:51 GMT -5
It made him nauseous to dispose of the body in such a way, but there was nothing else available in the vicinity. Ned gently placed Zero's lifeless form against a nearby garbage mound and desperately hoped that the undertaker or some other individual would notice and give him a proper burial.
He took up his items and quietly rushed away home.
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Post by Miles on Jul 31, 2009 20:45:13 GMT -5
"Yes, this one," said Miles to the cab driver sitting ahead of him, leaning forward and craning his neck to look out the window, squinting. It was so dark, how could he tell? He frowned, and cautiously pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes, peering. "I suppose," he said, and trailed off.
He believed, at any rate, that this was the street he'd met László on. Of course, he'd been lost at the time, so... "Anything you say, sir," said the driver in a dry tone of voice, which Miles barely noticed, used as he was to dealing with servants and that sort of thing.
"Oh, wait! Is that.... Hold on," he said, rather imperiously, to the man, while he opened the door of the car and proceeded to run at someone he met on the street.
"Lász - oh. Oh," as it hadn't been him. "Hmmmm. All right. Sorry." He made a sort of embarrassed-face and waved the man aside. Well, they'd been the same height, anyway. And everyone in this place wore the same coat László wore! It looked like it. He was going to have to make sure László got a new coat. Bright and spiffy. So he stood out on a street. And because he'd look so handsome in it...
Forgetting the mistake he'd just made and that he'd embarrassed himself, he rushed after the next person he saw, who also, from behind, looked like László, and reached out to pull him by the shoulder to face Miles.
((If László's shoulder is sore... Miles does not know this. :S))
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Post by László on Jul 31, 2009 20:51:08 GMT -5
László flinched at the hand on his shoulder, which still hurt him though it hadn't been more than bruised.
"What--"
He froze in place when he saw who it was, having not at all expected to see Miles here. In fact, he'd been as of late trying to figure out how to hide his battered appearance, but hadn't come up with how to cover up the his black eye.
He ducked his head, hoping Miles hadn't seen it.
"Miles! What are you...? I mean...hello."
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Post by Miles on Jul 31, 2009 20:53:53 GMT -5
László was lucky at the time. Miles was nearly blind as a bat at this hour due to the rather foolish and fashion victim-y decision to wear sunglasses. Even though he looked adorable in them, it was a look much better suited to the daytime.
"László!" said Miles, in a happy voice oozing with familiarity and excitement, most of which was misplaced on this street. "I hoped I would find you. You see it really just occurred to me that the restaurant at my hotel has a special Tuesday nights that I thought you might like - "
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Post by László on Jul 31, 2009 20:58:00 GMT -5
"Oh, Miles." He sighed.
"While I would love to go to dinner, you know I can't."
It seemed like Miles hadn't noticed yet. Good. For once, the sunglasses at night served a purpose other than fashion.
He gestured at the alley they stood in.
"I'm...on the clock, so to speak."
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Post by Miles on Aug 1, 2009 14:47:27 GMT -5
Miles looked at the alley as László gestures, shoulders deflating a bit. But only a bit. He tried being persuasive and charming.
"But why be on the clock except, you know, to have money to buy things like dinner in the first place? So you are saving as much money as you lose, don't you think? And really, I think - " László was never going to see how earnest and persuasive his expression was with those glasses on, and so with the air of a martyr Miles whipped them off, secretly relieved because it had been rather hard to see him with. What a dark side of town. Oh, right. Less streetlamps. Rather silly, wasn't it? For prostitution, really, because wouldn't you want prospective customers to see you?
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Post by László on Aug 1, 2009 14:55:49 GMT -5
How many times had they had a conversation like this? Really, László was starting to feel worn down by it, though part of it was from actual weariness and not just being tired of an old argument.
"Be that as it may, it wouldn't be a good idea right now in any case."
With his sunglasses off, it was only a matter of moments before Miles noticed László's battered state.
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Post by Miles on Aug 1, 2009 15:00:02 GMT -5
It didn't take long. Under other circumstances, the sudden change in expression from cheer to deep dismay and concern would have been comical.
"László," Miles breathed, shocked, reaching out for him automatically. "What on earth - ?"
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