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Post by Joker on Apr 22, 2011 18:44:41 GMT 2
"I...I have a hard past. My old job required me to be in the top physical condition all the time and I just kinda kept at it after my job was done. Brian and I both have a lot of trouble in our lives and I like to make sure I stay on the cutting edge no matter what." He looked down at the table debating about what to say, "You saw me remove that pistol and knives the other day right? That type of thing used to be my life till I fucked up in Russia, the government didn't like what happened and retired me. In a bad way." He couldn't think of anything else to ask instead he went to silence in thought.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2011 19:01:15 GMT 2
Angel nodded and opened the microwave setting the food down in front of him before she opened her freezer and pulled out a container of Moose tracks ice cream. Taking a deep breath she grabbed two spoons and sat back down at the table setting one down next to his hand as she placed the cold container on one of her bare thighs and dug her spoon in.
"It sounds like you really enjoyed your job while it lasted. I mean aside from the fact your all sorts of beaten up, you still have all the training and you haven't stopped. I don't know what you used to do and no I don't want to know either, but it sounds like you were content," She paused looking down at the ice cream in her lap, "I miss it you know... the garage I used to run. My old crew were called my Hellions back in San Fran, we would tear up the streets and cause playful havoc on the other garages who would give us grief in just the same way. And there was always partying, in the garage after hours, out at clubs, I mean there are a couple of nights none of us remember other then we were a couple G's richer and our gas tanks were lower then we remember. It was fun, even when I was with Deon... but he and I were like a NOS fire, pretty to look at and explosive. He never hit me, but when we got going there were causalities... When I ended it he told me I just didn't stop being his. I didn't believe him... I should have."
Angel trailed off shoving a spoonful of icecream in her mouth to stop herself from saying anything else. She didn't want to remember, but she wanted it all to go away.
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Post by Joker on Apr 22, 2011 19:12:36 GMT 2
"I'm sure that I can make him think otherwise. I've delt with people like him before, eventually they all come around to their senses." He smiled sadisticly his eyes glinting slightly. "Sorry," He added after a moment, "I have my moment's, don't like guy's that mistreat girls or can't get over them. A person never should be in too deep to not be able to walk away, it gets more then love it becomes obsession and that's just wrong." He laughed lightly, "I can tell you this though, roommate or other wise I won't hurt you in any way shape or form. At least not willingly, I've done some stupid stuff but I'm sure my past is pretty much left behind me, I didn't leave any loose ends to catch up with me." He smiled and ate the food greedily. "So are you looking at any guy's right now? I mean you had a look in your eye when you saw Brian. " He laughed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2011 19:39:12 GMT 2
Angel laughed at that pulling the spoon from her mouth as she swallowed, "Funny Joker, no Brian isn't my type. He's a sweetheart, but he wouldn't be able to man handle me without a picker. I sadly am a sucker for muscles and guys that can pick me up and toss me around," she stuck the spoon in her mouth as she hummed happily, "Guys your size are normally my type, rough around the edges, with those eyes that promise naughty things..." Angel cleared her throat and blushed, "That was more then I should have said. So... What kind of girls catch your attention?"
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Post by Joker on Apr 22, 2011 20:24:12 GMT 2
"A girl that can put up a decent fight, has curves sharper then any blade and know's how to move." He smiled and winked at her, "Rough around the edges? Yeah that kinda sums me up, I've been up shit's creek without a boat or paddle so that puts me pretty rough. And promicing naughty things ey? You would be surprised what I'm capable of." He laughed lightly, "Do we have any beers left?" He asked slowly moving away the conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 1:44:49 GMT 2
Angel blushed slightly, "I wouldn't be against finding out... Anyways," she muttered softly, "Yeah we have a couple left," She said as she stood and walked back to the fridge, "So... there anything else you wanna know about me?"
She placed a beer in front of him as she flicked a cabinet open and grabbed a bottle of white rum, if she could clear away the cobwebs left behind from the memories of Deon she may be able to think better. Angel figured it would give her more of a fighting chance for whatever else Joker might want to know about her.
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Post by Joker on Apr 23, 2011 10:10:01 GMT 2
"Why are you hung up on him?" He asked as he finished his second helpings and popped the top on the beer. "I can see it in you're eyes and I'm going to guess it's why you keep your distance from me right now. You pulled away imediately after getting close earlier so I know something's going on in your mind, let me in." He said softly and set the beer down quietly. With a slight hobble he made his way towards her and leaned against the counter next to her just out of her reach.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 17:12:29 GMT 2
Angel unscrewed the top and drank directly from the bottle of rum, "Because ever time I found someone after Deon, even if it was just going to be a one time thing he came. I don't know how or why but every time like clockwork he would come and beat the guy within an inch of his life. Then he would just look at me and tell me that he loved me and he did it because he loved me so much. Its the same reason I hate hospitals..."
Angel paused taking another drink, Joker was here hurt but here, Deon wasn't and hopefully he would never be now that his sister had taken the task of trying to spook her, "... Its not that I don't want to know you, all of you Joker... Its just with 'her' here I keep checking over my shoulder to make sure he isn't going to walk in. I know you can hold your own, but I don't want you getting hurt because of me."
She took a deep breath her shoulders slumped, she hated Deon and all of the shit he had left her to deal with but it was days like today where things had been dredged back into the light that left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. Her eyes were focused on the floor, the bottle now held in one fisted hand around the neck, several strands of long wavy hair falling from the messy bun to drape over her cheeks and shoulders. Angel felt miserable this was supposed to be her helping Joker feel better not the other way around.
"Sorry Joker... this was supposed to be me helping you feel better and patching you up."
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Post by Joker on Apr 23, 2011 19:57:40 GMT 2
He slowly walked over and carefully removed her hand from the bottle, "My name was Walter, Formally US Navy SEAL's." He said softly and pulled her close while his hand brushed the hair from her face. "I help other's, some times with a bullet some times with a smile. If he show's up, I'll put him in his place and remind him just like I have done just about every week to people in the past few months. I sleep with a gun under my pillow and a knife in my hand. I like the color green and my favorite food is Taco Bell taco supreme with Moutain Dew Baha Blast." He smiled, "And my favorite activity is playing chess."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 22:02:13 GMT 2
Angel blinked looking at him, he had basically told her everything basely about him that she could ever want to know. The alcohol was a bad plan she decided as she hooked two belt loops and tugged him closer to her, pinning her to the counter.
"Angel Montines, I come from old money and my father hates what I do for a living, because his new wife doesn't like it. My little sister got shipped off to some dance school, leaving me with her car. Engines are my life, and I've built cars around them. My favorite color is blood red, I want to have a hybrid wolf, I like Chinese food more then Mexican. I cook when I'm stressed, I drink when I'm depressed, and I race when I'm pissed," she replied her head tipping back slightly to look up at him, "And now I know to never walk into your room at night."
She let her head drop back as her fingers gripped his shirt and belt loops as she rested her head on his chest lightly. This was a good feeling, something about Walter confining her to a space wasn't concerning it felt, well it felt like she was being protected. It wasn't anything like with Deon when she was worried he would crush her, this was comfortable.
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Post by Joker on Apr 23, 2011 22:10:19 GMT 2
"I know the sound you make when you breath, it would be easy to know when you're in my room or anyone else is with you." He smiled and moved his head closer to hers inhaling softly as his finger's interlaced her's he moved his head side to side looking over her face. "You have nothing to fear from me, I'm a pretty decent fellow." He smiled and moved his other hand from her face down her side to her hip. "I'm not going to let him or anyone else come for you or threaten you. If he makes a move he will be stuck on an island stripped naked without a tool to use to hunt." Joker smiled and traced his hand back to her face pulling it up to look at him. "My word is my bond."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 23:21:50 GMT 2
Angel flushed as he held her cheek lightly, "Slightly unnerving you can tell who I am by my breathing pattern. But I'm not afraid of you Walter, there's something about you I can't be afraid of," her heart was pounding in her chest, like a bird trying to get free of a cage, "Thank you... I really don't think the words cover what that means for me. It won't change my habits when you aren't here, but you make me not need to worry when you are here."
She lifted her free hand and traced the scars she could see, they really made him, "Walter..." Angel said his name softly like she was tasting a fine wine to see if she liked it, "Walter," she said again softer this time as she squeezed his fingers lightly, the name suited him that was for sure, "If I wanted to be cliche and ask you to kiss me would you?"
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Post by Joker on Apr 23, 2011 23:27:05 GMT 2
"Just keep calling me Joker." He said softly and pulled her chin up lightly to his lips. It was just a small touch between the two but enough to send an electric shock through his body. He could taste her behind the alcohol and the ice cream. "Walter has been killed twice now, I don't like dieing." He said softly and kissed her again a bit more deeply.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 23:35:59 GMT 2
Angel hummed into the kiss, that sent a warm surge through her body unlike the alcohol. Two years since she had kissed anyone like this, and those two years suddenly looked entirely worth it. Her fingers trailed up his arm and over his shoulder, her nails lightly scraping over the side of his neck as her hand came to rest on the back of it.
Angel arched her body up, pressing her self flush against hard muscle, she was in a blissful heaven. This was better then her body imagined it would be and the alcohol didn't seem like such a bad idea now either. Her lips parted slightly as she pulled back slightly to breathe, "I like Joker better anyway."
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Post by Joker on Apr 23, 2011 23:38:44 GMT 2
He smiled lopsided from the scar. "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" He licked his lips doing his Joker impression again. "Nah I'm kidding, too many stories for one night." He laughed loudly and coughed being reminded that he was still injured. "And I think I'm going to have to add more injuries to the check list."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 23:58:43 GMT 2
Angel made a soft crooning sound, embarrassed that the sound had actually come from her, she wasn't doing her street cred any justice today. She rubbed the back of his neck tenderly with one hand as she tipped her head down planting a kiss to his chest.
"Thank you Joker... Come on lemme have a look, I trust you know when you have broken bones, but you know I'm a girl, I have to worry about my studdly manly man," She worried herself when that came out, she knew she hadn't drank that much.
"I'm sorry Joker, its been a while since I, well any thing-ed, with anyone, guy or girl. Best kiss I've had and you short circuited everything," She left out the part where she'd jump to do it again, she was pretty positive he'd get that.
Angel's fingers were still intertwined with Joker's massive ones, and it wasn't even awkward how tiny she looked compared to him, unlike with Deon where she looked like a doll next to him.
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Post by Joker on Apr 24, 2011 0:01:48 GMT 2
"Ever hear the song Disarm?" He said and began to pull her towards the couch. "I'm kinda like that." He smiled and sat down on it. "I have just a few bruised ribs, nothing too serious I'm just milking it." He chuckled lightly, the more he moved the more he could test it. He was sure nothing aside from his nose was broken tonight and that would be healed in a few days.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2011 0:11:08 GMT 2
Angel laughed softly, "Yeah I can see that. You can milk those ribs all you want," she said shrugging as she ran her fingers lightly over his chest as she sat in his lap pulling her legs on to the couch, "Probably will keep my in check about not mawing you."
She shifted slightly tucking her legs next to his as the shorts moved again reminding her why she wore Tripp pants and not shorts and skirts, when she moved she never thought about showing off more then wanted. Angel touched his shoulders lightly as she rubbed them again, she liked touching him, because not only could she feel his muscles she could feel his scars, it was like touching his history.
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Post by Joker on Apr 24, 2011 0:15:14 GMT 2
He could feel where her fingers traced and smiled, "You want to know don't you?" He said, it didn't take a psychologist to know what she was thinking with the way she traced the jagged scars with her fingers. He turned his back towards her showing each and every one of the scars in the little light they had from the kitchen, "You can always ask, I remember where most came from. Did you know the Norse though scars were a sign of failure in battle but they took pride in them none the less because it showed strength." He said softly relaxing at her touch.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2011 0:24:21 GMT 2
"It was because they wanted to be strong warriors to die in battle and join Oden in Valhalla. But not all warriors have to have scars everyone can see, you should know that too. Scars of the soul and heart never heal," Angel said her hands running down his back with practiced ease, as she gently worked out tension knots, "When your ribs are healed I'll lay you out and give you a real massage. But no Joker, I don't want to know the words of each story. I can feel the story right here, I can see the age of them, I can tell which ones hurt the worst, I can tell which ones came all at once."
She could feel it in her hands, he was just like an engine. His body spoke volumes without him saying anything, just like the engines and cars she worked on. She just knew looking at them what was wrong, and what needed to be fixed with more then a band-aid.
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