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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 3 2012, 02:46 AM (1,895 Views) | |
| Post #1 Nov 3 2012, 02:46 AM | Aurora |
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Anael Tanaka's Apartment Building Floor 27, Apartment number 2709 One bedroom, One Bathroom Current time: 6:32PM November 2nd, 2012 Anael stumbled through the door of her apartment, barely being able to slide the key into the hole, and leaned against the wall. The long hallway that led to the living room, seemed to run forever. She was beginning to black out, and didn't know who to call. The Yakuza didn't have a healer, they may have had doctors that were part time members of the Yakuza, but she didn't know who to call for that. Moving onward she grasped against the wall as she made it to the kitchen where she pulled out random bottles of pills and spread them across the table. Moving some aside and popping a few into her mouth she slipped and barely caught herself before falling. She'd walked all the way home, and didn't realize that she hadn't wrapped the back correctly. Letting it bleed out, badly. Not only that but when she jumped out of the helicopter, and Ben carried her down, it tore even more. Even though it was the opposite arm he carried her down with, the skin and muscles were being stretched. Her body seemed to start giving in as she made her way to the bathroom. Falling before the door she moved her arm up and opened the door handle. Blood was all over the place and she needed to get cleaned up. Her arm barely managing to turn the hot water on she turned and leaned against the old vintage style bathtub. The Yakuza had got this apartment for her, because of her job title, she was lucky enough to have such a nice place. Though, she doubted they would appreciate the blood stains that were beginning to form on the hardwood floor. Anael hoped they'd come off, hah, even as she lay bleeding out, all she cared about was the floor. Idiot girl. As the tub filled up Anael slowly removed each piece of clothing, taking gentle heed when removing her bra away from the opened wound. The pain she suffered was nothing more then a reminder of her time spent on the island. Such a painful reminder. Laying down in the hot water she hissed as the water seeped into her open wound. Letting out a scream, she wrapped her hands around her thigh and squeezed, her nails pressing so hard they broke through the skin. Blood filled the bathtub, and Anael leaned back into it. Not caring. She had blacked out for a minute, well actually longer, the water had actually gotten cold. Trying to move her arm she leaned up, but was a vale attempt. Leaning her body forward through the pain she, and got up and moved to the shower were she rinsed her blood soaked body off. Her mere 'attempt' to wash her hair failed, so she gave in and got out. Anael spent the next half hour bandaging and cleaning up the wound as best she could. The front was a piece of cake, but the back was a different story. It took Anael some maneuvering and painful screeching to finally get the back semi clean. Taking a needle to it was the hardest part. Anael had survival skills that kept her alive for over five years, if she couldn't sow herself up, she'd be a lost cause to herself. After everything was said and done, Anael stood up and got dressed, sort of. Putting on a white tank top and some panties, and throwing a red silk kimono robe on that barely covered down her knee's, she moved towards the living room. She wasn't sure why but she still felt light headed, and moved towards her couch. She was exhausted, and didn't want to move her body anymore. Falling down onto the couch, she let her right arm lay off the couch and her other arm, the injured shoulder side, resting across her chest. The robe stay open as her eyes began to drift off. To anyone seeing her she'd appear dead, with how lifeless her body was moving... She fell into a blackout state. Which probably wasn't good in her situation.. Current time: 7:53pm |
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| Post #21 Nov 4 2012, 09:54 PM | Aurora |
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Anael's body ached, her entire body was covered in bruises. From her ankles where he'd gripped them in the air, to her thighs were she was held down against him. Her abs and hips were scrapped up, and her chest was covered in blood. Man, anyone that would walk into her apartment would think a massacre had happened. Her body lay limp against Ben's, her head resting on his shoulder and her hair falling across the bed. At that point, there was no hiding the scars on her body. The large one that crossed her neck, the multiple scars that covered her back were hidden well from the large wing and sword back tattoo. The fact that all that had just happened, blew her mind. She was awake, even if Ben didn't believe that she was. Her mind wanted to relax for a bit, the feeling of warmth covering her entire body. It pissed her off to no end how fucking messy her apartment was. She'd have to pay to get it cleaned up; because there was no way in hell that she was going to do it herself. She opened her eyes finally, and looked up at Ben. Her bright, crimson red eyes looking deep into his own. What was she to do in this situation? It was a bit awkward to say the least. All that they had done last night, she cut him, bruised him basically destroyed his physical body. Now came the emotion part. The actual talking, and this part freaked her out the most. She lay there for a minute...not knowing what to do. Leaning up, she made a bold move and kissed his lips, holding it for a second, then releasing. Rolling over to the side she stretched her arms up and let out a long, healthy sigh. "Ah~ my fucking body!" She let out a roar as she retreated her body into a ball before sitting up on the side of the bed. "God damn it, look at this place." She shook her head and scratched her neck. No one had ever woken up beside her; so everything was out in the open. Her scars, her hair, her body. Even if they had seen all of each other last night, the morning after was always the real ticket to seeing someone. If he hadn't noticed how beaten her body already was, he'd see it now. She stood up and grabbed hold of a robe and put it around her arms. Moving her hair and letting it fall down her back. Anael turned to face Ben and sighed. "Look what we did?" She pointed all around, with a smirk on her face. |
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| Post #22 Nov 4 2012, 10:06 PM | Wackman |
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Ben would’ve been stuck in bed if not for his ability to fly around not needing much of a physical response. He welcomed the kiss and kissed back. The dreaded morning after… This was new to Ben too; he wasn’t a virgin, not what was meant; but he never actually stuck around after sex. He just opened the window and he was gone, and he didn’t leave this time. She was special. He first noticed her scars. Some of them were new, from last night, but several were… They didn’t look fresh. They weren’t hideous or anything, if anything it fitted her personality; rough around the edges look. Ben got up too, trying to find his garment, as he took a long look around. « Next time we should just go to a hotel room, at least we wouldn`t be stuck tidying up the place” Ben said with a joking sigh, as he looked at the bed. The legs were shattered, all four of them. Geez, was it that rough? His bruises reminded him that yes…. It was that rough, but man did it feel good. He floated up to her, and caressed her back, his fingers lightly touching her old scars. “Such beauty, you must be a very dedicated Yakuza” Ben said eluding to her scars, assuming it was her work with the Yakuza that caused some of them, although… a lot of them were quite unusual. Without realizing, Ben was staring a bit too intently at them. |
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| Post #23 Nov 4 2012, 10:55 PM | Aurora |
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Anael took in a deep breath and sighed, she still had a grin on her face. Chuckling she walked through sigh. "It's fine. Ill have someone clean it all up." She walked along the side of the bed and turned towards the living room and headed in. The robe she was wearing was the same as before; red silk kimono styled. It was pretty short but it wasn't like he hasn't seen all of her before. She didnt notice before, but he was admiring her ..scars. She swallowed and felt him move to her and touch her scars on her body. Anael turned quickly to him and grabbed his hands. She starred into his eyes, wondering what to say to him at that moment. They had shared their bodies together and now the emotions. She sucked at this, how does she express herself. God, why couldn't they had just fucked thought the day too. "No, I'm actually new to the Yakuza." She released his hands and rubbed the scar on her neck and chuckled. "Not that it's really important to you, but I was stuck on an island were I had to survive by myself. The elements and savage people can be blamed for these scars." She showed no pain why she spoke to him. Inside though, the pain she had experience still burned within. "But that isn't important. Breakfast?" |
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| Post #24 Nov 4 2012, 11:18 PM | Wackman |
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Her kimono was very sensual. He didn`t have the time to admire it yesterday; he was more concerned about her wellbeing and after that… He was more concerned about her “wellbeing” Ben snapped back as he grabbed his hand, Ben feeling her slender touch. He looked back at her. He couldn`t help but feel his heart tug at the sight of her. He adored her; he didn`t even need to be united with her to know that. Ben did want to know more about the island, about her scars, and the savages that dared touch her, but… He also sensed it was a difficult subject, and she seemed tense as is. Ben smirked. “Breakfast sounds great. Let me… find my clothes first…” He said scratching the top of his head, and began looking around. He floated around the apartment looking at the clothes. He found his shirt. What was left of it… It was more a vest now. He sighed as he picked up his cloak, at least it was still intact and it did conceal his body. “Bah, this should do” He said, too lazy to find the rest of his clothes. He put on the big black cloat, concealing the rest of his naked body, but revealed his face. He also seemed to have misplaced his mask and.. “hey, have you seen my dagger?” He asked. |
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| Post #25 Nov 4 2012, 11:34 PM | Aurora |
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As he didn't press the issue on her scars she grinned. As he looked around for his clothing he noticed his mask under a blanket on the floor. Anael may have been a bit of a bitch, well a big one. An she was pretty evil, but she did have a good sense of humor. Grabbing his mask he hid it behind her back and grabbed his dagger that she had thrown across the room. He looked up to her and what he would see is: She had his mask on and his dagger up in the air in her hand. She was walking towards him and laughing. The evil, buahahah ahaha, laugh. Under the mask she was grinning; actually happy. Anael was legitimately happy. She'd never admit it to Ben or anyone, but she was. |
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| Post #26 Nov 5 2012, 12:11 AM | Wackman |
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Ben turned around, after hearing her demonic laughter. She wore her mask, and held his dagger up. He couldn’t help but smile as he started laughing at her adorable display. He floated t her, and held her in his arms. “You know…. That`s giving me a neat idea for tonight” He said as he kissed her neck. He reached in to take back his dagger and mask but decided otherwise. He floated back a bit as he looked at her. He nodded approvingly, just affirming his perverted idea. He`d need something more, another cloak, a few more masks. Heh… That was going to be fun. He took his dagger and his mask back. “So, do you know any good breakfast place nearby?” He asked, as he put his mask on, put backwards. The hood of his cloak concealed it though, and he would have to carry his dagger, since he mainly kept it on his suit… that was probably destroyed by their love tornado last night. He patted his stomach. “I don`t know about you, but i`m famished from last night” He said with a smirk. |
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| Post #27 Nov 5 2012, 12:44 AM | Aurora |
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Anael let him hold her and kiss her neck. She took the mask off of her face with a grin an handed him his dagger and mask. She was curious a bit at how he responded but she didnt want to question. As he pondered about breakfast she grabbed her clothes and put it on. She put on a black bra with a black tank top on. She put on some white shorts and slipped on some flats. Turning towards him, she shrugged her shoulders. Anael actually forgot to eat some days; so she really didnt know many places. Rubbing the back of her head she thought for a second. "We can just go downstairs to that restaurant we ordered from last night." She walked through her living room to the door and looked behind her. "I'm not extremely hungry, but ill admit you gave me an appetite for something" she teased, and opened the door. What she really meant was she wanted some rice..with eggs. But teasing him was better. "Shall we?" |
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| Post #28 Nov 5 2012, 01:23 AM | Wackman |
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Ben followed her, floating a bit from the ground to prevent himself from stepping on anything important. The food downstairs wasn’t so bad, and it was nearby, beats walking around aimlessly for a good place to eat. If Ben hadn’t been so adamant about finding her, he might`ve noticed some neat places nearby. Ah well… His feelings were already set; his love for her was true. He wanted to spend more time with her, but he actually had a job to do for this afternoon. Ben chuckled at her comments. “Hehe, Is that right? Well, I am Chinese, You`ll just be hungry for more 30 minutes later” He said teasingly as he left her apartment. He looked around. The apartment complex was a decent looking place; much better looking than his crummy apartment. He wondered if the Yakuza would accept a triad defector.. They`d probably give him a bigger place. He still had the idea of convincing Anael to betray the Yakuza, or at least have her give him some info that he could use for a nice break that would benefit both of them. She mentioned being new to the Yakuza. He followed her downstairs. He walked next to her, taking her hands with his. “So why chose the Yakuza over the other gangs in Niwa?” |
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| Post #29 Nov 5 2012, 02:27 AM | Aurora |
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As they hit the elevator, Anael hit the button to go down and leaned up against the wall. Her arms crossing her chest and her butt resting on the railing. His teasing was starting to get to her, in a good way. The elevator began to move down when she spoke. "I didn't exactly choose the Yakuza. It kind of chose me." Her hands continued to rest in a crossed position as she continued. "I'm the bodyguard to one of the clan heirs. He approached me in a near by city when I was .. uh, returning from a vacation. Thought I'd be good for the job." She laughed and moved her hand up, running her finger throughout her long redish, purple hair. "He is the only reason I came to Niwa. If it weren't for him, I don't think I'd even know where the fuck this place was." She laughed out loud, her hand dropping to her side and her thumbs entering into her pocket. Thinking about it, she knew NOTHING of who this guy was. Just his name, Ben Tai, not who he worked for, or what he did. Nothing at all. She raised the question. "So, Ben, who are you with? You obviously don't like the Yakuza." She teased; bringing back up the alleyway next to the Sky Lounge. "I'm not to familiar with any other gangs, or anything really. The NCPD and something called Cerberus." She shook her head. "That last one sounded like a overrated video game cover. So stupid." She looked up and watched the numbers on the elevator go down; she was on a higher level then most, so it'd be a minute before they got down. |
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| Post #30 Nov 5 2012, 02:54 AM | Wackman |
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Ben crossed his arms and leaned against the wall next to her. He looked at the numbers above the elevator as they counted down. He smirked as she spoke. So… He slept with the bodyguard of one of the heirs of the Yakuza of all people. This would be amazing information for the Triad: they`ll never know, though, he couldn`t help but chuckle at her question. She must`ve realized her plunder at telling him all that, but Ben figured he might as well be honest. Right now, if he lied and it got figured out, everything they did from when the lie was made would be meaningless. “It`s not that I don`t LIKE the Yakuza. It`s more like… killing them won`t get me as much in trouble.” He said with a tease. He obviously didn`t answer her question. He cleared his throat. “I`m with the Triads; essentially… Yakuza`s rivals.” He said with a large smile. “But, frankly… I don`t really care. I went after those Yakuza`s because they were doing a drug deal. I saw the drugs, I saw the money, so I… liberated it. I already have it stashed away, next I`m just going to sell it back to a Triad dealer and make more money.” He said casually: apathy in his voice. He really didn’t care about the Triads. He cared about a few members in the Triads. Like Alice; who was also his partner in some of his schemes, and Pig ears, but other than that… He`d backstab them in a heartbeat should he need to. “Other than the Triad, the other big Gang is Hotel Tachibana. They mainly deal with hookers and money laundering, information and big investments.” He shrugged. “I heard of Cerberus. Never dealt with them though… Ah well, as long as they don`t fuck up my operations, there`s no real worry.” He said happily. He then turned to her. “Oy, I don`t give a shit if you`re Yakuza. Do you give a shit if I`m Triad?” |
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