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| 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 #41 Nov 5 2012, 10:55 PM | Aurora |
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Anael chuckled as he floated off, after he repeated to her the food she had ordered, and he disappeared into the back. She put her hands back behind her head and leaned back, and closed her eyes. Starting to think, Anael thought back to when she first met Ben, how badly she wanted to kill him. The thought drifted to him kissing her cheek in the parking garage; oh how angry she was. The thoughts moved onto the beach, where he had confessed his love, something Anael wanted to sorely forget. She remembered being shot, and in her mind she thought of nothing but killing the bastard that had shot her. Remember the look in his eyes when she got her; that's something she'll never forget. Planting the kiss on him, what was she thinking..she knew she would have regretted doing it. Anael continued to try and convince herself that it was a mistake. It really wasn't going to way she wanted it too. Her mind floated to the night before, how when she first saw Ben in her apartment after the entire incident, how she responded to him shocked her. Anael could have shot him, killed him, even during the long night of 'love' making she had the opportunity to destroy him...and yet she didn't. Why, why Anael? He isn't anyone. Just go--“What a crummy service, making me get the food” Anael snapped out of her day dream and looked up at Ben, then down at her food. Picking up the fork beside her she began eating, and it was delicious. She didn't eat much, this is why her body kept in tip top shape, plus the fact she worked out on the daily. "Thanks." She chewed her food and ran the fork throughout the rice, mixing the egg in with it she continued to eat. Not looking up at Ben for a minute, until she put her fork down and licked her lips. "Ben." She snapped at him quickly, she grabbed a napkin and put it to her mouth and wiped her lips. Turning to the right, and exposing her large sleeve tattoo that had what looked like a large jungle and a large black panther right in the middle. Rubbing her hand against it, she took a deep breath; what she was about to say would determine how she moved forward. "I use to be a telepathic, a long time ago. I lost the ability during a rough time in my life. When I thought I lost it all, a panther that had a different kind of mind set then other animals, approached me and we had a telepathic link." Her nails pressed against her skin roughly and dragged across the face of the black cat. "He saved my life." Her face showed no pain, no fear, emotion. Inside though, she had different things tugging at her. This was the first time she'd spoken to anyone about Seph. Being who Ben was, it wouldn't surprise her if he laughed. No, that wouldn't bother her. Anael would know if he were truly like her: with his response to her statement. |
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| Post #42 Nov 5 2012, 11:48 PM | Wackman |
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The noodles were great, even if the meat wasn’t exactly good quality, it would do; but Ben`s taste pallet have been ruined by one of the Triad`s uncles. He was like a god of cooking. A taste was enough to make you orgasm repeatedly; it was like eating angel, but the noodles were fine. He took a few mouthfuls; at least they had the right amount of spices to it. Ben looked up as he called her name. he swallowed the food that was in his mouth, and listened as she spoke. Her tone was serious; the sort of tone that told you in advance not to fuck around or risk ruining the scene. He looked as she exposed her beautiful tattoo. Ben really didn`t have the time to enjoy them, being busy getting ravaged by this sexy she-devil. He remembered her reaction when he was admiring her scars earlier. He looked straight in her eyes as she finished speaking. She opened up to him. The woman that was constantly beating opened up a bit of her heart to him. This revelation seemed to explain so much. It explained the look she gave him after they jumped down the helicopter; that was the thing that was holding her back. He wanted to hear more. He wanted to ask, but this was a delicate situation. Ben was just locked up for most of his life, treated like a criminal; literally tied down to a weight 24/7 since he could remember. He was home schooled, and wasn’t allowed outside. He was a criminal in his own house, and all he wanted was freedom. He wanted to be free and fly away, just fly to the edge of the world, and fly some more. Ben hasn’t suffered loss. He couldn’t possibly comprehend what she was going to, but did it really matter? He wanted her to be happy. He wanted to shower her with love. He couldn’t let this beautiful, strong woman get pinned down in lonely despair because of a memory. Both of his hands grabbed her hand; not the one that was sinking itself in her tattoo, but the other one. He looked at her. He wasn’t giving her any sympathy. She`d hate that. He couldn’t give her empathy; he had none to give. What he did know was that the panther wasn’t with her. “I`m never going to give you up” For once, ben was not lying; he wasn’t teasing. He wasn`t even his serious “don`t fuck with me” tone. This was his sincere voice. He meant every syllable. |
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| Post #43 Nov 6 2012, 12:25 AM | Aurora |
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Ben stayed silent as Anael told him something so private she barely told herself about it. Once she was finished, he grabbed her hand, which she allowed him to do. Anael looked at him gracefully grab her hand, and hold it in both of his. She hoped he wouldn't spit words of sympathy towards her. She didn't need nor want it; what happened to her savior could not be undone, nor could it be erased from her memory. What he said, was exactly what she was looking for. Maybe not those exact words, but the action and simple words were exactly what she wanted. Anael wanted him to not judge her, and just wanted to hear her. That is all. This was out of character for Anael, but the fact was his reaction really tugged the right strings. Her hand turned and she grasped hold of Ben's, her fingers interlocking with his and she let a small curl of her lips appear. This wasn't a grin, nor a smirk. It was a half cocked smile that she was trying to muster up. For her, that was very difficult. "Then you better hold on tight." She chuckled "Because it's going to be a bumpy ride." Her hand let go of his and she picked up her fork and began eating again. It was as if nothing had happened; she just went on with her meal. Anael was curious as to how Ben would react. That side of her never came out, and so this was a very big deal for her. |
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| Post #44 Nov 6 2012, 12:48 AM | Wackman |
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Ben responded her half-cocked smile with a small warm one. This was new to him too. He was a goof, a jokester. Nobody was serious with him; and it was fine. Let them underestimate him. She actually opened up to him. She knew how he was, and he had to step up. Heh… Was this Love? Becoming stronger for the sake of another? To go forward into a dangerous landmine, blindfolded and entrust the other to lead you right? This was… exhilarating; much more then fighting for your life. If they survived their love; then nothing was ever going to scare them. They`d be invincible. Ben resumed eating after her comment. “Tonight, I`ll show you how tight I`ll hold” he said with a smirk. This was an important chapter. He really didn`t have anything more to add. His own past will have to come later, but really… He`d rather just keep it tugged away until she felt close enough to ask him. The day could never come. After All… They just didn`t give a shit. “So… Yay or nay on thrashing my place tonight? It`s pretty remote. I live up high in an abandoned apartment building in Chinatown. Decent view, nobody to disturb if we make a lot of noise, and It`s already a mess to begin with. We`ll end up make it look decent by morning” He said jokingly. |
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| Post #45 Nov 6 2012, 01:17 AM | Aurora |
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Anael grabbed hold of her water and finished it off. Nodding her head as he spoke. Not really minding the fact to meet up later that day; but why not make it fun? Anael finished her food and pushed her plate to the side. Glaring up at him with a grin on her face. "I'll come over tonight, and give you control over the night.." Anael loved to play games. When she would fight, in her mind it would be like a game played to the death. So, there was something to win and something to loss. It made winning and losing that much better. "If you can beat me in a fight, before we part ways for the day that is.” Her eyes went to his, making direct contact. Even if she would win the fight, which she would, she’d still go to see him tonight. Something drew her to him, even if it was just for the love making, she was drawn to him. Anael couldn’t explain it, it was just a feeling that she had. Her hand went over the table, and she put her hand through his cloak and touched his bare skin. “Oh, this’ll be too much fun.” Anael went into her back pocket and tossed down money for their meal and began walking towards the door. Making sure to sway her body back and forth, her hair flowing behind her. She had been needing a good beat down, and he was the one to give it too. She turned into the alleyway next to the restaurant and turned towards Ben, who would have followed her. He couldn’t pass this down. |
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| Post #46 Nov 6 2012, 01:46 AM | Wackman |
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Ben followed of course. Ooooh… how she teased him as she walked out the door. He quickly got himself up and hovered after her, staring intently as her body swayed back and forth… To be able to control that…. They shared one night of passion-filled love, and already she could wrap him around her finger. Such was the power he fell for, but he was no pushover. What Ben got, Ben did every effort to get. The catch however, was that they fight. What happened the yesterday, and the day before wasn’t exactly a fight. Ben let her grab him; he let her do ost of her attacks, except the really dangerous ones. He had a feel for her already, all he had to do was to use her own strength against her with a well-timed counter, or have her just hit air. Even her touch gave him a shiver. They both stepped out. “Where do we fight? Can`t be here in the open, an idiot will call the cops on us.” He looked up a bit; he looked at the roofs. “I`d suggest the roof, but you’re kind of clumsy and would just get your leg stuck” He teased jokingly, remembering the incident on the beach. If it wasn`t for the dumb by-standers, her top would’ve been off…. Ah well, couldn’t really complain on the following events. Ben was ready for this, and was pumped. He liked being underestimated by others, but now… He wanted to prove something to her. He didn`t really know, maybe it was a macho thing, or maybe he wanted to see if he was truly weak at close range. |
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| Post #47 Nov 6 2012, 01:57 AM | Aurora |
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Anael grinned and shook her head. She wasn't the least bit clumsy, but her power was so strong that the sand sucked the kinetic energy right out of the kick. A horrible place to do any kind of physical fighting is the beach. Anael did still have the large bullet hole in her arm, so she wouldn't be at her best, but she'd damn sure make it seem like she was. Knowing that even though she was injured Ben would still come at her with one hundred percent of his power, really got her going. As they made it to the back of the alleyway, Anael knew that they both had an equal amount of an advantage. He could fly yes, but the only place he could fly was up, and she could use the buildings to the left and right of her as an advantage of moving around. He was quick, and so was Anael, it would come to which one of them used the area around them the best. "Alright…” Anael, without warning turned around and went straight after Ben. Her feet pushing her off the ground and into the air, lifting her arm up she swung it down towards Ben. If made contact, she’d make contact straight into his shoulder, grounding him. She made sure this time that if she missed, her feet would catch her on the forceful way down; so she wouldn’t lose her footing like last time. |
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| Post #48 Nov 6 2012, 10:38 AM | Wackman |
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Ben followed Anael into the alleyway. His heart was beating pretty fast. He shifted his mask on. He was going to fight seriously; any less and she probably would just hate him. Not to mention she still had her wound to her arm; how turned off would she be if he couldn’t beat her weakened. Not to mention; he was actually given incentive. They had an intense tug-o-war last night, shifting the dominant position; to have the dominant position… If he won; then forget any jobs. He was going to work on a little surprise for her: actually for him, but she was an integral part of it. The alleyway was a bit claustrophobic though, the buildings to the side…. He could fly up, but she`d catch up; he wasn`t really strong, so he had to use her own strength against her, or use that wound, she probably expected that, and wouldn’t expect any less from him. He was caught a bit by surprise by her jump, but he saw the bandage. He smirked within his mask as he shifted to the side, dodging her initial blow. There was an opening when she landed, and he threw his hand forward to grab that wound of hers, and just grip it as hard as he could. |
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| Post #49 Nov 6 2012, 01:50 PM | Aurora |
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Anael had a feeling that he'd dodge it. Landing on her feet she skid a few feet before stopping. With a chuckle she turned to the right and grabbed hold of his hand. She knew that her wound was a weakness and that he would attempt to attack it every chance that he could get. So Anael would take extra care of her weakened area. So, now she has his hand in hers, holding it tightly she pulled him to her, their faces inches from each other. "Tisk tisk tisk.." She swung him over her head, and tossed him into the wall with a good amount of force. If he hit the wall without stopping he'd have the wind knocked out of him. She wouldn't stop there, grabbing onto his cloak she tugged on it; hoping the force would take the cloak off exposing his naked ass body. "Shouldn't be so predictable baby.." She teased him. Getting into a fighting position she waited for him to come back at her. |
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| Post #50 Nov 6 2012, 03:11 PM | Wackman |
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This gal sure knew how to sweep him off his feet. So… she used her weakness to turn it into a strength. He probably should focus more; he should actually try and forget what she was, and attempt to fight her as if she was just another Yakuza. He was thrown to the wall. He shifted his body in the air, as he landed on the wall in a crouched position as he looked his eyes on her. How cruel of her to hold on to his cloak; Ben wasn`t fully naked though, he still had his mask. He didn`t show any embarrassment, and he was clearly aroused. He pressed his hand over his heart. “Oh, such words. She asks for a fight, yet seduces me with her poisonous words.” He said as his other hand clutched his dagger. He actually set himself backwards; his head was a few inches from the ground as he too assumed a battle position. Ben obeyed no rules, not even the laws of gravity. He “Ran” toward her, as he started he aimed a swipe at her legs. Ben was used to fighting backwards. If he couldn’t just use her wound on her shoulder, then he`ll give her a new one, in the shape of a heart, just to be extra corny. |
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