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Post by Fletcher on Jan 6, 2009 1:22:09 GMT -5
Fletcher watched the exchange through a window of her room. He was wearing very concealing clothes and stuck to the shadows as much as possible to avoid the sunlight. He listened to their conversation. "So she is french and her name is Kirre. Interesting." He then laughed slightly at what Ike had said, "He takes this royalty and honor stuff to a new level." Fletcher continued to watch already very fascinated.
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Post by Kirre "Shadow" on Jan 14, 2009 2:40:07 GMT -5
Kirre watched Ike somewhat curiously with her stale slate gray colored eyes, whick seemed to sparkle somewhat like silver in the bright light of the large white room. She listened to the sound of the heart monitor and cringed as another bolt of pain ran through ber body. Slowly she laid herself back a little, propping herself up enough so that she could still see Ike. He was odd, but not just in the way that he spoke as if he were some kind of romanian royalty, but the fack that he seemed to be carrying a mask with him. She wondered for a moment, he was no dount a bit.. different, but in what way she wasnt sure.
"I owe you my life, thank you" She said lightly, with a slightly heavily stressed french accent. She wasnt sure what she could so to make it up to him, how she could repay him for saving his life. Although he didnt seem like the type to ask much of others. She tried to relax a bit, and cope with the sudden pain that would shoot through her body like fire every now and then. She gave him a small smile.
"I was wondering though, why you would save me" She said softly, curiously. as she watched him, she knew that he was indeed different.. She just couldnt put her finger on it..
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Post by Ike Vanguard Kitsumayo on Jan 14, 2009 2:52:35 GMT -5
Ike would move close and put a hand upon her shoulder to both ease her and comfort her, "Firstly you must be calm..." He would tell her in an elegant manner, "Do not stress yourself, please." His dark eyes held concern in them before he took a step back and pace slightly from side to side as he spoke with her, it would not be a quick pace. Just every now and then a few steps one way or another, on occasion he would move closer to her bed to scan for discomfort on her face.
"No need to thank me Ma'am..just doing what any other might. A good citizen." He spoke softly, his eyes held concern when he looked at her. "At any rate you were in need of help and I was there to assist." He wanted to tell her that there was something about her, even to tell her that he desired something from her. But he knew not what it would be.
Ike pondered what he could tell her, his reason for saving her. What would it be, she could feel special. But how would he communicate this thought. She was special in a way. Ike debated this internally, "Well..someone has to watch the streets, it might as well be me." Yes that seemed like a logic answer if any. Ike would give a smile and nod.
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Post by Kirre "Shadow" on Jan 14, 2009 3:02:06 GMT -5
Kirre would watch him pace, her eyes seeming to follow his every movement. She blinked then pointed over at a chair in the corner. "Say, why don' you sit, yes?" She asked kindly, hoping he would stay and chat a while. Besides, his pacing was making her dizzy. She looked down at her hands and sighed lightly, trying to remember how this had happened to her. She thought for a moment and muttered something silently under her breath.
Thats right; she had been attacked by a bunch of men.. Though she fought back with vigilence and a firey attitude. Kirre was an attarctive woman, perhaps too attractive at times because it seemed to get her into trouble every now and then; which was actually more often than she thought. She remembered a few men, but not their faces, just their smell. She remembered the heavy smell of alcohol washing over to her, almost seeming to cling to her. She wrinkled her nose in distate and shook her head with another sigh. If only she could find the men who tried to attack and rape her... No doubt they wouldnt make it to see the light of another day, if she ran inro them again.
Kirre then looked to Ike and smiled a little, asking quietly, "Is there anything I can do for you, when I get better, to pay you back?" She asked curiously, trying to see if there was something; anything she could do to repay Ike's kindness.
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Post by Ike Vanguard Kitsumayo on Jan 14, 2009 3:19:01 GMT -5
Ike watched her and then nodded as he grabbed the chair near by and pulled it up to sit near her. "Hmm vell." He thought to himself, closing his eyes tiredly. He could think of very little to say despite that he would make a good attempt to do so.
His eyes opened and looked at her a long while debating what it was she could possibly do for him, she seemed very insistent upon doing so. "Well.." He spoke hesitantly at first as if still debating in his head. "Well I wouldn't mind bumping into you again. Maybe I dunno, whatever it might be you feel like doing." He after all wouldn't mind seeing her again. After all prowling the city streets could get lonesome. Spending the day with someone might brighten his spirits. "Well if it is you so wish then perhaps when you mend...we might go and have fun." He would give a smile, his eyes seemed to portray his current state of happiness.
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