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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Sept 27, 2009 10:47:25 GMT -8
As Demyth came to a stop only a few feet away from them, he'd realized that they had seemed to be very close together only a few seconds before he'd called out. Well, that was interesting. He had to admit that the woman was pretty...in a snobby sort of way. She definitely wasn't his type, but maybe this was the sort of woman that Amri went for. Maybe she was his girlfriend or something. At that thought, Demyth smirked, looking at Amri and raising his eyebrows as he said that he wasn't doing much. Really? He wasn't interrupting anything...intimate, then? His knowing smirk remained in place, even while he nodded his head.
"Really? Oh, who's this? You should introduce us, Amri. I didn't know you had a girfriend. She's pretty..." He paused, and added under his breath. "In a snobby sort of way..." Not caring whether she heard or not. After all, she was the one staring at him with her arms crossed over her chest, as though trying to act all tough. He really hoped that he wouldn't have to start spending time with her or something just because he was Amri's girlfriend. Sure, he'd refrain from killing her, but he already had his doubts that he'd like her. Not killing her might get a little hard, so he'd have to stay away from her. Besides, Amri was his companion. Killing someone that was important to one of his few companions was not something Demyth made a practice of doing. Sure, he was mean and a little twisted, but he was loyal to the few people he liked, the few people that he could call his companion. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything..." He finished, chuckling, cheerful grin always remaining in place._________________________________________
Words: 317
Mood: Not bad
Notes: Let the teasing commence <) [/size]
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 27, 2009 11:16:53 GMT -8
Violet sneered at the man standing in front of them. Girlfriend? Of Amri? He must be in his own little world or something, because Violet would never hook up with Amri. Friends? Maybe. Girlfriend? Never. She let her head lean to the side slightly as she glared down at the man. The man did know Amri and if he was a friend of his she really didn't care.
"Yes, Amri you should introduce us." She stated, bitterness showing in every word. "I didn't know you had friends so, disturbing to one's eyes." She let her hands move to her hips as her eyes stayed in place. She wasn't going to turn them away from him. She wasn't stupid enough to do that. She already knew not to trust him, just by the way he was acting, and the fact he knew Amri.
She let her eyes flicker to Amri, and then they took their place, locked back on the man. As soon as he came, she hoped that he would leave. In her mind, she already jotted notes about him. One of those notes were, unlike Amri, she had no fear of him. She had no reason to fear him. Of course, if he was friends with Amri, he could probably kill her, but she knew that wouldn't happen. Even if he tried, something inside of her told her that Amri wouldn't allow it to happen. After all, he had protected her before.
"No, I don't believe you are interupting anything." She stated in her snobbish tone. "Actually, we were quite done with all we were doing, which was talking." She couldn't believe he was assuming such things, and if he didn't stop, things would probably get ugly, but this time it would be between her and him. For once it wasn't Amri and herself going at it. |
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 27, 2009 11:54:26 GMT -8
Amri's eyes widened at Demyth's words. What...? He hadn't seen him all crouched up, had he? That would be bad. He was the leader after all, he couldn't let others see him like that, and he shouldn't have even let Violet see him like that, especially since she was technically an enemy, but that couldn't be helped right now. What he was worrying about now was that Demyth seemed to think that he and Violet...oh god...this was going to scar him for life, and this really, really, was not a good subject to get into.
"No...she's not..." He closed his eyes with a look of disgust and shook his head, though it was more to himself then to Demyth. "And what do you mean interrupt...?" What Demyth probably didn't know that that although Amri could be vulgar at times, at most times he was surprisingly innocent, and therefore had absolutely no idea what he might be referring to. Now why was he smirking at him like that? It was vaguely disturbing to him. God, he hated it when other people were talking about something he didn't get. Violet seemed to know what he meant...
"Oh yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, "Demyth, this is Violet, Violet, this is Demyth. She's definitely not..." What else could he say? Already the two seemed to hate each other, he could tell from the way Violet was glaring at him. He really hoped they wouldn't attack each other, because he wouldn't know whose side to take. But...he couldn't just stand there and let Demyth think he was in control of this situation. "What you doing here?" he asked, hesitation removed and staring hardly.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Sept 27, 2009 17:59:37 GMT -8
Demyth's content smirk just remained in place, even as the woman glared at him. She didn't like him? Oh, what a shame. That was fine, though, because he didn't much like her either. Had she not been a friend of Armi's, she would be exactly the sort of victim he'd only kill because she pissed him off. Usually his victims were chosen at random, whenever he felt like killing someone, but no, had he met Violet without Amri around, he definitely would have killed her just because he didn't like her, and her whole snobbiness was pissing him off. Still, he just continued to smile cheerfully, though there was something a little dark about his smile- there always was.
"Oh, you should meet the other guy. Quite the ladies man. I wonder who you'd find more 'disturbing to one's eye', him or me. I like to think it would be me." He said, chuckling at his words. He honestly couldn't care less if she thought he was a little creepy, heck, she would have to be retarded not to. He was not to be mistaken for some nice, weak person. Just the way he carried himself screamed arrogance, and one look at his creepy yet somehow cheerful smile and one would know that he had murderous intentions.
Demyth laughed at the woman's next words, as she emphasized that they'd just been talking. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." He said, still laughing. Demyth just grinned at Amri as he said that she wasn't his girlfriend, though his smile was less creepy this time. He really did like Amri, as a friend, of course. That was the only thing that was keeping this woman alive, after all, otherwise he would not hesitate to kill her. He grinned his creepy smile at Violet as he was introduced to her. "Well, Violet, I'd say it was nice meeting you...but I'd be lying." He said, shrugged, cheerful grin always remaining in place. Hey, just because he wasn't going to kill her didn't mean he couldn't be mean to her.
He shrugged as Amri asked what he was doing there. "I was just wandering around and spotted you two. I was going to ask if I could join in the fun, but whatever." He said, still grinning. Honestly, however, he was a little worried. It had been a while since Demy's personality had taken over, and it was bound to happen soon enough. What would Amri think of him then, hmm? Would he kill him? He thought that he might._________________________________________
Words: 453
Mood: Good
Notes: Should he switch personalities soon? [/size]
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Post by Violet Alexander on Sept 30, 2009 18:06:31 GMT -8
Violet ignored Amri's confusion. He obviously didn't know what this man was talking about, which was probably good. Still glaring at him, she shook her head slowly, but slightly at his smirk. She hated his smirk so much. Yes, it was quite a creepy smirk, but it was more of the fact that he was looking at her like that. She hated anyone who thought they were so smug. It was rather ridiculous.
She gritted her teeth a bit more with each of his words. She hated him already, and there was nothing that could make her stop. She could actually say that he was worse than Amri, and that was saying something. She said nothing about his comment on the other guy, because she wouldn't want to give him any pleasure. She was sure that the other one was most likely better than the piece of s*** standing in front of her.
"Don't you dare call me sweetheart!" Violet snapped. She was growing tired of all the smartass comments and pet names and soon enough she would leave, because knowing her, if she stayed she would probably lash out at someone again and this time it wouldn't be Amri. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Look, you should just leave alright? I'm sick of you and your twisted smile and your ridiculous words. You're annoying and arrogant. And you probably think you are the best thing on this Earth. People like you piss me off. Things get ugly when I'm pissed off." Right now, she had no care about what Amri wanted. She didn't care if he wanted Demyth there or not. She just wanted him gone and she would do anything to be rid of him. |
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 30, 2009 20:09:19 GMT -8
Amri was really not the kind of person you'd call a peacemaker, in fact, he was about as far from that as you could get. Peace was actually his least favorite thing, as not only was it boring, but nothing came out of it either. Progressing with casualties was better than staying the same with none. But still, it was rather annoying for him to have to deal with Demyth and Violet going at it, and it didn't help that he didn't understand half the things Demyth was saying, when Violet obviously seemed to know. There was something he wasn't getting, he knew it. It had to be something, from the way Demyth was smirking. It irritated him greatly, for it reminded him of all the people that underestimated him for his size and his age. He knew he was a man through and through, for he had seen more than guys twice his age had, but there were still some who insisted he was still a boy. And wasn't Violet younger than him? Why should she get something he didn't? It wasn't like she was stronger or anything...she didn't deserve to know it...
If their verbal fight turned physical, would he even bother to tear them apart? He had to admit that the idea of killing Violet seemed particularly fine right now. She was the only person alive who knew about...god, why had he said anything? Stupid! No one was allowed...allowed...to know that it was even possible to hurt him. He as indestructible, and nothing caused him pain. He had conquered both physical and mental pain...at least, he desperately wanted the world to believe that. He remembered her words. She had said that if he couldn't hurt in his head, then she would truly be impressed, so if he let that memory get to him, he'd be failing. He never failed. And...if Violet connected two and two together, she would know that he had failed as well. That just couldn't be. And if she lived past this meeting, then they would most likely see each other again, and she would bring it up, he knew it, and he would blank again. Any moment he froze was a moment he couldn't deal with himself for he wouldn't be him. Then again...did he really want her dead?
So he just kind of stood there and watched, not particularly caring what happened.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Oct 1, 2009 8:14:35 GMT -8
Demyth just burst out laughing as Violet snapped at him, telling him not to call her sweetheart. Well, would she rather a more insulting insult? He could always call her 'Retard', or 'Ugly', if she'd prefer one of those. Heck, he was mentally praising himself every second that he was in her presence and he refrained from killing her. And he was being so nice to her, too, calling her sweetheart and even smiling at her. Would she rather he look angry and hostile and knock her around a few times? He would gladly do that, too, if that was what she would rather.
"Why, does it annoy you, sweetheart?" He asked, chuckling at his own words as he reached out, aiming to gently grab a strand of her hair and give it a little tug. Nothing that would hurt her, just annoy her. He let go a moment later and pulled away, cheerful grin still in place as she started talking...and talking and talking and talking about how he should be terrified of her because blah, blah, blah. "Are you trying to say I'm not the best thing on this Earth?" He demanded, sounding mock horrified, though a moment later he was grinning once again. "You don't know what you're saying, sweetheart." He said, laughing once more. "And is that a threat, darling? Are you threatening me? Do you really think that I'm afraid of a weak little girl like you? Let me tell you, I can deal you a lot more damage then you could ever hope to give me." He said, and he reached out, once again giving her hair another little tug, this one a bit harder then the last time, to give her a little bit of pain. "Maybe you're the one that should leave, sweetheart, while I'm still being nice and you're still alive." He suggested cheerfully, though his eyes were dark with annoyance. He completely ignored Amri for now, as it didn't seem like Amri planned on being the peacemaker. Maybe he didn't really care of Violet died._________________________________________
Words: 373
Mood: Goooood! =D
Notes: This is fun, being mean to Violet xD >) [/size]
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Post by Violet Alexander on Oct 1, 2009 15:27:25 GMT -8
Violet's jaw almost dropped as he started to laugh at her, but it didn't. How dare he? She stared him down, her face growing red with anger. He was pissing her off to no end and he just got there! She averted her eyes away from him and in the opposite direction of Amri. Now, she couldn't even look at him. She wished that she knew how to fight or something, because right now she felt like slicing him in half like Amri would, though she probably wouldn't be able to go through with it, but hey, a girl can think.
When he tugged on her hair her head snapped back in his direction and she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!" She screamed. No one had the right to touch her, without her permission. Her eyes searched his with anger and when he tugged her hair again she slapped him across the face and then pointed at him. "I told you not to touch me and I meant it!" She was not playing with this man. Obviously she couldn't fight him or beat him in any type of match, but like Amri, she would not let him walk all over her.
"And to answer your question, no you are not the best thing on this Earth." She growled. "You are a piece of s*** that will be nothing more than that for as long as you live. You disgust me and I hope I never have to come across your being again past this meeting." She never once stopped glaring at him as she yelled. She was angry and she was not afraid. He could kill her and she might be happy, just because she was away from him.
Violet ignored his last words as she tried to calm down. Yes, she had gotten mad at Amri, but it was not as bad as the anger she had built up for this man. She didn't dislike him. She hated him with a bloody passion and she would most likely not calm down fully until he was out of her presence. |
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Oct 1, 2009 16:07:01 GMT -8
God, they were like two little kids on the playground going at it...except one was a princess and one was a murderer, but the difference between himself and Demyth was that Demyth had no restraints. Normally, Amri didn't carry any either, but with the whole Tyrant King issue doubled with the fact that he still didn't know what disease he had, he'd have to wait a little bit before he could kill Violet, even though he wanted so desperately to do it now, ugh, or did he? His ambiguity was even annoying himself.
He couldn't really support either of them. For Demyth, on one hand there was the fact he was his comrade, on the other, this wasn't really the type of fight they'd help each other with. If it was a real battle or something, Amri would definitely jump in. And for Violet, she was annoying, and knew on of his secrets. What was on the other hand? Besides the fact that he needed her, and the Tyrant King had forbid it, there was something else he couldn't quite put a finger on. Wait, hadn't he actually known her longer than Demyth?
He cringed inwardly as he heard the sound of her slapping him. Oh, this would not turn out well. Maybe he had been took shocked to do anything, but this seemed more the kind of thing that Demyth would be used to, so he wouldn't be as easy to confuse. No, the direction had just taken a nasty turn, and so he turned back to face them, hands held up and expression neither angry nor happy. "Hey..." he said softly but in a firm tone, really hoping that they wouldn't start fighting before his eyes.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Oct 1, 2009 16:55:13 GMT -8
Demyth just laughed as her face turned red with anger and she slapped his hand away, yelling at him not to touch her. Really now, she was angry and not scared? Well, he supposed there was a first for everything when it came to weak women, right? They surprised him sometimes. Heck, she was lucky the slap to the hand hadn't hurt at all or he might be tempted to do it back to her, twice as hard. He may even end up breaking her hand if he did that, because by twice as hard he actually meant more like ten times as hard. So really, she was very lucky that her hit hadn't hurt and he wasn't going to hid her back.
At least, he hadn't been planning on it. Not until she lashed out, catching him of guard and slapping him across the face. His head had turned as she slapped him, and he was now looking off to the side, his eyes on the ground as his mouth dropped open in surprise and he raised his hand to his cheek. He had to admit that it really did hurt a little bit now. He didn't turn back to look at her as she yelled at him, though his eyes began to narrow at each insult and his fist began to clenched tighter and tighter, until his knuckles had turned white. He was trying to hold himself back, trying not to hurt her, for Amri's sake, but as the last few words left her mouth, he lashed out without even really meaning to, the back of his hand slapping her hard across the face so that he'd backhanded her, his blow much harder then hers had been.
"You bitch! I disgust you!? You disgust me! You keep prancing around, acting all high and mighty. You think you can control the people around you, huh? Do you!? You're lucky I don't kill you this second, because believe me, I would not make it quick and painless, I would draw out your pain until you were begging me to kill you!" He yelled as he turned back to her, ignoring Amri as he turned back towards them and tried very subtly to intervene. "You know what you need!? A good rape. That would fucking put you in your place!" He yelled before turning to look at Amri, his tone much quieter yet only slightly less angry this time. "Amri, you should rape her. She deserves it and you know it, and it's not like you're really a man until you've had sex with a woman, preferable by force. Heck, she'd probably enjoy it, and it's not like I'm going to do anything to her that she would enjoy." He told Amri, his tone hard as he fought to rein in his anger, before he made a mistake and stomped on Violet's head._________________________________________
Words: 511
Mood: Tired but good
Notes: I feel gross. xD [/size]
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Post by Violet Alexander on Oct 1, 2009 17:24:03 GMT -8
Violet crashed to her hands and knees from the blow she had recieved from Demyth. For a moment she just stayed put, her eyes were widened and she was in shock, tears were forming in her eyes. No one had ever hit her before. Not even.... Amri. She had slapped him too and he did nothing, but question her. But this man, this most hated man in her eyes, had lashed back, harder than what she had done.
A tear finally rolled off her cheek into the grass as she pushed back slowly to let herself sit on her knees. Her hand raised up to her cheek where he had hit her. It was most likely red now, and she knew that a bruise would come out of this. What would her family think when they saw it? And Pearl.... she would think Amri did it, since she knew the story. There was no way to hide a bruise, especially the one she would have later.
Violet flinched at ever word he said to her. His yelling was just making it worse. She was now scared and she would do anything to get herself away from him. He was not one that she could stick around, maybe thinking things would change. Oh, no, things would never change between them and the reason behind that is because he hit her back. Come to think of it, she had never been hit in her life.
At the mention of rape, her eyes widened once more and her head turned quickly to look at Amri. That's what Demyth wanted him to do. He wanted him to hurt... her. She fell back on her behind and scooted back quickly, the fear was showing in her eyes now as tears streamed instead of slowly dropping, one by one. "Please... Amri.... no... please don't." She pleaded, her voice was trembling and all the while she cried harder. Would he do it? She didn't know. She wouldn't think he would, but she didn't know him well enough. She would like to think he wouldn't. "Please don't." Was the last words that came out of her mouth, this time in a whisper, but still panicked. |
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Oct 1, 2009 18:26:38 GMT -8
Amri jumped when Demyth hit her, eyes widening from shock, which wasn't to say he hadn't been expecting it. Demyth had been holding back for him, he knew it, though exactly why he would hold back from hurting Violet for him was still unknown. Really, he had every right to, the way she had been talking to him, but it seemed odd to see her go down like that. He had only seen her like that a couple of times, when he had threatened to chop her in half, and when...he had been shot in the leg...somewhat. However, that wasn't nearly as bad as what Demyth shouted at her, especially since some of it was directed at him. His words not only made him feel angry, but exposed and humiliated. "Excuse me?" he shouted, getting right up into his face, which was difficult seeing as the other man was quite a bit taller than him. Suggesting he wasn't a man, was he? Oh, he knew he should have never mentioned he was a virgin..."I'm a man right now! And do you know how I know? Cause I could fucking kill you right now without raising a sweat!" God, this was pissing him off. Maybe he would have let him get away with it if he had just yelled at Violet, but dragging him into this? Saying he wasn't a man just because he'd never laid a girl? No, this would not go unnoticed. And though he supposed the "she'd enjoy it," was supposed to be some sort of twisted compliment, he saw no such thing in it, he was only disgusted.
Great, now she was crying...and whimpering. To be perfectly honest, it made him feel gross, that she actually thought he'd do something like that to her or anyone else. He wouldn't ever find enjoyment in that. Perhaps, maybe if she had lived, but by no means was that the reason it hurt every time he remembered she was gone. God, he couldn't just rape someone. He wasn't like his father. And he definitely would never do it as a sick way to punish someone. He would only do it if he wanted to, and he felt no such desire for Violet.
"No, Violet, I won't do that," he spoke down to her, sighing a little on the edges of his voice. He reached down his free arm to grab her under her shoulder and pull her up off the ground; he didn't like seeing her like that, and kept holding on as he turned back to glare at Demyth, "I don't bully weaklings. It doesn't make you stronger."
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Oct 2, 2009 19:37:10 GMT -8
It gave Demyth a great, sadistic pleasure to watch her fall to the ground, a smug grin coming to her face. He could see that he had FINALLY scared her, and he crossed his arms over his chest, raising his head high and leaning back slightly, looking down at her with a cruel grin on his face, no sign of the normal, cheerful (if slightly creepy) smile on his face. Finally she knew not to test him like that, that he would not hesitate to hurt her, or to kill her, just because she was a woman. The only reason she was still alive now was because Demyth still had suspicions that Amri liked her, if only a little, and that was the only reason. Demyth did not go around killing the friends of the few people he actually liked, and Amri was one of them, surprisingly.
However, it seemed what he'd said had pissed Amri off, as he got right up in his face. Demyth frowned in annoyance as Amri yelled that he could kill him without breaking a sweat, and that made him a man. Well, it was true that Amri probably could kill him rather easily, but he failed to see how that made him a man. And he didn't appreciate being reminded that he was not the strongest between him, Amri and Les. He uncrossed his arms, clenching them as he glared at Amri, feeling insulted as he actually turned to help up the annoying, whimpering wench. If Demyth had wanted to, he could have attacked Amri right then when his attention was momentarily diverted, but of course he didn't do that. Even if he was annoyed at Amri, he was loyal.
"I don't know what you're getting so angry about." He said angrily, as it took everything he had not to start swinging his fists. He was not used to backing away from a fight. "Just because you can kill me doesn't make you a m--" It was then when the fierce headache took over, and the next thing he knew he was doubled over and clutching at his head. He snarled wordlessly, as it was either that or start whimpering from the pain, and the latter was not really an option, not for him. Honestly, he was probably lucky that the headache had taken over when it had, otherwise he may just have forced Amri to actually kill him. Still, how could he be happy that he was about to show his counterpart to Amri? Demy would probably get them both killed.
"Not now. Don't. f***." He snarled quietly, still clutching at his head. Then everything went dark.Slowly Demy took his hands away from his head, staring at the ground for a few moments, blinking in surprise. Slowly he straightened up, already his whole demeanor differing from Demyth's. While Demyth carried himself with an air of arrogance and confidence, holding his head high and his shoulders always sort of tensed, Demy was much more relaxed, his shoulders drooping, his head held much lower and just the general air of nervousness about him. As he looked up and his light eyes settled on the pair before him, he smiled a little shyly, ducking his head slightly.
"Oh...hello there." He said, his tone differing from the tones Demyth always used. While they had the same voice, of course, Demyth always sounding either overly cheerful to the point where it became creepy, or he sounded cold and angry. Demy, however, sounding friendly and shy, as he spoke a little quietly. He smiled slightly at Amri and Violet, looking from one to the other until his gaze rested on the red mark on Violet's cheek, a small frown coming to his face. "Are you...alright?" He asked, sounding surprised and a little concerned. He glanced at Amri from under his dark eyelashes, his cheeks beginning to turn a little red as he noticed the muscles, the face, those blue eyes. He turned his attention quickly back to Violet, hoping to save himself from the embarrassment of having Amri notice his lingering look._________________________________________
Words: 713
Mood: MY TEETH HURT! D= Other then that, good <)
Notes: Transition from evil to good has been made! [/size]
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Post by Violet Alexander on Oct 4, 2009 10:29:53 GMT -8
Violet felt a bit of relief as Amri told her he wouldn't hurt her, in that way, and helped her up off the ground. She felt the urge to jerk away, still slightly afraid of what was going on, but she stayed by Amri, feeling that she would be safer if she trusted him. After all, it seemed he had no interest in doing anything Demyth wanted him to and she agreed, raping someone did not make anyone a man. In fact, she believed it made you weak because you had to force someone against their will. You couldn't get some willingly.
She moved her body, so that she was now behind Amri as Demyth fell to the ground. What was wrong with him? No one had hit him, except for her and that had no effect on him. She had no understanding of why he was on the ground holding his head. She wanted to know what was going on, but at the same time she was afraid to find out. What if he ended up lashing out at the both of them? That would not be good at all.
Soon it all ended and Demyth stood up, looking at them, and for some reason he looked shy. When he spoke, he sounded much more polite. There was something wrong with him, with this whole situation. And she thought Amri wasn't right in his head? He was completely fine compared to this man. This was just weird. Never in her life had she seen someone change so quickly. There was only one explanation for this, and that was split personalities.
When he asked if she was alright, Violet was struck with confusion. But, soon enough the confusion was replaced with anger. Hate. "Alright? Alright?" She screamed at him, moving in front of Amri now. "You were the one who put this bloody mark on my face and you want to ask me if I'm alright?" She looked down at the ground with her fists clenched. Split personalities or not, he was probably still dangerous, and if she lashed out again, there was no wonder what he would do back. |
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Oct 4, 2009 12:25:09 GMT -8
Amri was just about ready to smack him upside the head. So what if Amri was younger, smaller and more...innocent? It didn't mean a d*** thing! He was probably man enough for the both of them, cause being a man had absolutely nothing to do with women, no matter how he looked at it. Raping was just an act of desperation, weakness, and a lack of willpower. (Not that Amri needed any willpower to not do so.) Maybe some guys found enjoyment with that but Amri doubted he would and he hadn't felt any such urges, and would not be bullied into doing so.
But even though he was angry at him, he jumped forward just half a step when he fell to the ground. What was wrong with him? Amri gave him a worried look when he straightened up again, and was confused when he saw that Demyth also looked confused. What the hell? And...hello? Why was he saying hello? Why was he sounding all shy? And why...why was looking at Amri like that and blushing? Amri diverted his eyes and felt just a little bit odd. He continued to look away as he said, "What's wrong with you, man?"
He couldn't help but feel a little angry at Violet for yelling at him. Sure, he probably deserved it, but obviously something was wrong with him and he seemed to be sorry for what he did, since he was asking if she was okay. And nothing too bad had come out of it. "Stop it, Violet," he demanded. God, since when had he been the mature one? Though, he supposed, that in this situation, he was the one in charge, even thought he knew Violet would have liked to think that she was.
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