Save Our City {{ Nic ♥

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: nic, the heart throb, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: frakkin' finally, INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by ludo, Kyle was rather nervous about telling her companions about the boy that she had met on her most recent trip. If anything, they should have been afraid of her bringing back a Crusader, and more realistically, that's what she should have done. They shouldn't have to be afraid of her taking back a zombie... And, in truth, she was rather surprised that she had done such a thing. despite the fact that she knew that it wasn't the wisest idea, she knew that she was going to have a relatively easy time keeping him under control. Especially, since he decided that he was going to take a room that was... impossible to get out of. Or into without a key. And he would never get his hands on the key. She patted her breast, thankful that she had thought of putting the key in her bra. The only person that would ever know that it was in there would be the next person to grope her. Which would be... Well, no one. With a sigh, she moved into the main engine bay where she had most of her medical equipment. A few tables littered the room, sheets stripped off of the padded, rolling beds. A sigh escaped her lips as she made her way up to her 'desk.' With her back turned to the large doors, she began shuffling through all of the print outs that she had just done. Most of them were recycled pieces of paper. There was a rather large stack of fresh paper in one of the rooms that must have belonged to a rather absent minded administrator before. But, she would prefer to hold onto that paper for as long as she could. For the time being, barely blurred words int he background wouldn't phase her. Her fingers moved absently over the red flowers that she had gathered while she was out. She wondered why none of her companions had bothered to check in on her yet. She had made sure to tell them about the lead that she had received, and that there was a good chance that she was taking a rather large step in the right direction toward finding a cure. Another sigh escaped her lips as her slender fingers pushed through her short, red hair. Emile was in his room, and she was left to her own devices while he got himself more comfortable. Perhaps, she would be able to get some work done. The doors were all locked. The only way in was through the side door. Without the tear dropped shape electronic entrance key that Nic had somehow managed to start working, no one would be able to get in without her assistance. The way that her clinic was supposed to be. Of course, Boyscout, Sammy and Nic had their own key-fobs. She waited for the tell tale click of the door unlocking, or the sound of a knock. For the first time in two years she was terribly bored. WORD COUNT:: 501

[Nicolae Saitov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; background-image: url('http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/NicPostBG.jpg'); background-position: top center; background-repeat: repeat-y; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: #8d8b84;] Damn it all down, took one to the chest without even a sound. So, what! What are you worth, the things you love or the people you hurt. Hey! It's like deja vu, a suicidal maniac with nothing to lose. ASo wait, it's the exception to the rule, every one of us is - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - expendable. TAGS:: kyle, way too pretty NOTES:: yay posting! INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by ludo, Nicolae was supposed to head to the clinic today to meet up with Kyle after she had come back. The main point of it was just to make sure that she was okay and that no one had followed her home or anything of the sort. Not that he was too excited about doing it, but it was necessary. On his way there, he made sure to be careful and not to draw too much attention to himself. Something did not feel right about any of this, but he shook it off as just having an off day. He rationalized that nothing was wrong as he had gone this way many times. Some of the buildings were trashed and there was still some debris that littered the roads and ground, but they were in the process of cleaning that sort of thing up. Still, Nic's eyes continued to dart around him as it made sense to be careful if he could be careful. When he reached the clinic, he felt a bit of weight leave his shoulders. Getting there had gone smoothly, but now he was going to have to handle whatever irrational outburst Kyle was bound to have. She was prone to them, especially around him. This was something that he had learned through literal years of experience being around the girl. He had no idea if the years apart had done her any good, but it seemed that when he suddenly came back into her life, she immediately returned to the same old feelings that she harbored for him. Nic used his key-fob to get in through the side door and then glanced around, shutting the door behind it. His eyes immediately fell on the girl he had met early in his life, Kyle. She was fond of doing crazy things, but he always was able to figure things out and deal with them appropriately. If nothing else, Nic would have to work through whatever business Kyle had brought on them and since security was generally his concern anyway, he did not mind. With his head tilted towards the girl sitting at her desk, he could only wonder what was going on inside of that head of hers. "Welcome home, Kyle. You in one piece?" Nic approached the desk and gave the girl a once over, making sure there would not be any surprises. From what he could tell, she was no worse for wear. No bites, no scrapes, nothing that might shock him, or at least just from her appearance. That was always good news. Though, there was still a lingering doubt in his mind that something was off. WORD COUNT:: 442 Created by the lovely Dizzy for Ghost's use only!

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: nic, the heart throb, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: oh, kyle. your social retardation makes me giggle, INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by loud, The door clicked, and the tall, slender figure of her teenage crush came sauntering into her clinic. "Nic!" she smiled, nervously, hoping that she wasn't giving herself away. As she always did. If there was one thing that Kyle lacked, it was a damn poker face. She laughed a little bit and stood up from the desk, planting her hands on the papers. She let her eyes roam over to the flowers. She had no idea whether or not Nic was listening to her when she was going on and one about what she was going to be doing on this trip, but, if he was, it would be clear that she had gotten what she wanted, and that the trip was worth it. Perhaps, it would be happy with that as a response. But... Well, he wasn't interrogating her. Why did she feel like she owed him an explanation? Oh, bother. She truly was horrible at this. Clearing her throat, she shrugged out of her lab coat. "Yeah. One piece. Didn't get eaten by zombies or anything." She said, arching her eyebrows for emphasis. Kyle had mentally face palmed at that. A part of her, admittedly, it was a very small part of her, wondered if she was reacting this way because she was dealing with Nic or because she did have something to hide. Normally, she would be the first to admit that she was up to no good, but this was something that wasn't... exactly ordinary. For Christ's sake, she had just grabbed a fourteen year old zombie, from probably the most dangerous and highly populated area of brain munchers, and brought him back with her to stay in her clinic... Like a resident cat, or something. But, the more she thought about it, the more she found herself growing flustered. Enough of that. she thought, attempting to push away those thoughts. "It wasn't too bad to find them." she said, walking around the desk, folding the lab coat over her arm. "The only part that really sucked was me being a paranoid freak the entire time. That, and I stepped in more shit than I care to admit." she said, wrinkling her nose. Her hair was slightly damp, an indicator that she had taken full advantage of the plumbing in the clinic; yet another luxury that she could thank Nic and Boyscout for. "But, it was well worth it." Running her fingers through her hair, she gave him a small smile, not quite convincing in the fact that she wasn't hiding something. "I uh... Was just about to leave. Want to go grab something to eat... Or something?" Nicolae was still as breathtaking as the day that she met him. But he wanted nothing to do with her. She would have thought that after she grew up and developed curves that he might pay her some attention, but everything that she did left him acting the same as he always did; rather nonplussed. It agitated her to say the least. Everyone else, she got to shove her curves and beauty in their face as a sort of 'fuck you for making fun of me in high school.' Nic? Apparently, he was used to a higher caliber of woman than her. WORD COUNT:: 544

[Nicolae Saitov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; background-image: url('http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/NicPostBG.jpg'); background-position: top center; background-repeat: repeat-y; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: #8d8b84;] Damn it all down, took one to the chest without even a sound. So, what! What are you worth, the things you love or the people you hurt. Hey! It's like deja vu, a suicidal maniac with nothing to lose. So wait, it's the exception to the rule, every one of us is - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - expendable. TAGS:: kyle, way too pretty NOTES:: postttting INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by ludo, So there he was, standing in front of Kyle's desk with all of her smiles and the wet hair. Her explanations came forth, though it really was not much of a difference, he was just making sure that she was okay. Part of her came as being slightly nervous, which left Nicolae raising a brow. The expression on his face was a blank one besides the raised brow so it was kind of hard to say what he was thinking at that exact moment. The only reason he even picked up on the nervousness she had was because of the fact that she was so eager to leave. After he had just gotten there, she was going to leave instead of sticking around and chatting about her trip for a bit? She wanted to move out quickly. Nicolae raised his hand and looked at her, "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, Kyle?" His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth had formed an almost entirely flat line. The only change in his expression was the slight scrunching together of his face as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on. "What results did you have out there? Find anything decent? Get yourself stalked or something?" His voice was inquisitive and his eyes peered about the room, as if trying to find some clue as to what was going on. It almost felt like this was some reality show and there were hidden cameras all over with people just waiting to spring it on him. Needless to say, that train of thought did not amuse Nicolae. Shrugging, Nic let out a light sigh, "You know what? Whatever. Let's go get something to eat while it's still light outside. You can tell me all about your trip while we're off eatin' or somethin'." His shoulders continued to roll slightly as he shrugged and then turned away from her, glancing out the door to make sure that everything was clear and they would be fine. Today would have been a normal day if he had not have gotten a bad feeling, but as he went through the course of the day, he convinced himself it was irrational and shook it off. Even with his lackluster expression, anyone looking upon him must have at least had some idea that the man was thinking about important by the way he tended to shift his eyes and space. WORD COUNT:: 406 Created by the lovely Dizzy for Ghost's use only!

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: nic, the heart throb, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: she's actually kinda bummed no one else came to visit her, INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by loud, If she weren't about to shit her pants, she might have blushed at the fact that Nic called her pretty. But, here she was, nervous as hell that she was about to be found out. It was like she was a child again, and she had grabbed the jar of cookies and snuck it into her bedroom, despite the fact that she had been expressly told not to have any. Except... Far worse. Like, people are now in danger worse. She swallowed a dry lump in her throat, and simply shrugged once more. It seemed as though no words were capable of passing through her, usually, talkative lips. But, when he asked if she had found herself a stalker, Kyle winced. If that wasn't a dead give away, she didn't know what was. Although, that didn't mean that Nic was going to get it out of her that easily. She hated the idea of just... simply letting him know that she was up to something. Was it sad that she kind of wanted him to drag it out of her? Well, that would be some interest from him. That was better than nothing, right? God, she felt like she was back in high school again. But, it seemed as though Nicolae wasn't willing to play this game with her. You know what? Whatever. Let's go get something to eat while it's still light outside. You can tell me about your trip while we're eatin' or somethin'.

[/color] She pressed her lips together and nodded. She was half disappointed and half relieved. Throwing her lab coat over the back of her chair, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and began walking, entirely too quickly toward the door. If she were able to think about things a little clearer, she would have intentionally slowed her speed down to a more leisurely pace. But, Kyle wasn't apparently, all that great at thinking on the fly. Unless, she was in surgery of course.

"So, is everyone back at the house?" she asked, a look of disappointment and hurt lingering on her brow for a moment before she forced the all-to-easy smile to her lips. Kyle was a Master at fake smiles. She had no poker face when she was lying, but when she was hurting, she hid that like it was her job. Her deep blue eyes returned back to the ground after he answered, nodding slowly.

Even though there was something going on inside of her clinic that caused Kyle a great deal of stress, it seemed as though something else was bothering her. But, Kyle wasn't really one to talk about things. Unless the other party was sincere. And with Nic? Well, she just never knew. For all she knew he could have been as crooked as a Dog's hind leg, and she wouldn't have the faintest idea. She wrapped her arms around herself, and hugged herself tightly. "Where'd you like to go? Back to the house, or one of those little kiosks?" she asked, shifting a bit so that they were at a reasonable distance apart.
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WORD COUNT:: 515

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[Nicolae Saitov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; background-image: url('http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/NicPostBG.jpg'); background-position: top center; background-repeat: repeat-y; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: #8d8b84;] Damn it all down, took one to the chest without even a sound. So, what! What are you worth, the things you love or the people you hurt. Hey! It's like deja vu, a suicidal maniac with nothing to lose. So wait, it's the exception to the rule, every one of us is - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - expendable. TAGS:: kyle, way too pretty NOTES:: postttting INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by ludo, As far as signs went, wincing was one of the best. Though in all honesty, Nic was really not the confrontational sort of person. He would remember everything and collect what points and interests that he could before he made a decision. Then he would act based on what he had learned and observed. It was the logical thing for him to do. Confronting Kyle would be frustrating and far too emotional for her. Nic may not have been fond of expressing his own emotions, but dealing with other peoples' emotions was almost as bad for him. It was obvious to basically everyone around him that empathy was not his strong suit. The next thing that hit him was the way she pressed her lips together. In his memory the only time she had ever done that was when she was trying to keep something in. Like when she was trying to hold back a moan the one time that-- Nic's train of thought stopped immediately and so did he. A lesser man would have blushed, hell, any man that was not Nic would have been at least slightly red. Instead, Nic actually let out a laugh, shook his head and then kept walking with her. He dismissed it quickly with the wave of his hand so that they could keep going. "That smile is gonna get you into trouble some day." Nic made the observation and twitched his shoulders ever so slightly, "Someone's going to see it and fall in love with you and come following you home. Then Boyscout's gonna get even more mad than he already is. I guess that may not be a bad thing, 'least he wouldn't be so mad at me all the time." His voice was calm and he did not slow a step as he spoke, the words coming out as if he had practiced them a million times. "Boyscout and Sammy are back home, yeah. I figured you might need some assistance, so I would do what I could. Seems like you really didn't need any help from me though." This time when he spoke, it almost sounded methodical, like he was trying to catch her in something. Whatever it was he was trying to do was masked behind that expressionless face, the one he kept under control for as long as he could. Even though there was some distance between the two of them, he made sure she heard it, even if she would not have responded. The point was not to get a response, but make her think and see what she thought. "We can go to one of the kiosks. No sense in disturbing Boyscout or Sammy just for food. I'm sure we would just get in their way or somethin'." Nic stopped at a four-way street and glanced around. From here they could have gone to a couple of places that had established themselves. "Where do you want to go?" He turned to her and asked. WORD COUNT:: 499 Created by the lovely Dizzy for Ghost's use only!

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: nic, the heart throb, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: she's actually kinda bummed no one else came to visit her, INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by loud, Out of all of the reactions that she's seen come out of Nicolae, laughing out of nowhere was not something that she was accustomed too. She had yet to decide whether that was because, simply put, not a lot of people just randomly started laughing, or if it was because Nic barely cracked a smile, let alone let out a full belly laugh. She turned around, and arched an eyebrow, watching him as though expecting him to offer some sort of explanation. But, the wave of the hand came, and the shake of the head. Whatever it was that he found was so funny was not for her to know... Much to her dismay. She gave him that smile that slipped too easily onto his lips, and he commented on it... About, how someone was going to fall in love with her and was going to follow her home one day... The thought made her outright laugh, but it died on her lips when he said that it would stop Boyscout from being mad at him. A part of her wondered whether Nic knew it was because Boyscout, on some level, felt threatened by him being there... Kyle didn't believe that he had feelings for her any longer, but, with most things, Kyle was probably wrong. Shrugging, she looked up at him. "What makes you say that? Are you saying I've got a smile that someone can fall for? Or are you calling me out on it being fake, and that someone might fall in love with a false representation of me?" she teased. Kyle had a horrible tendency of making jokes at her own expense, pointing out the truth in situations. While she could bullshit most people, she wasn't about to delude herself and claim that she could bullshit Nic. For some reason, he saw right through her. When he affirmed to her that Boyscout was still at the house, she allowed her face to fall. "Oh," she said, quietly. "I'm sure they had better things to do then check in on me." She ran her hand up her arm, yet another indicator of her being upset. She looked up at him, and narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't want to think poorly of Nic, but... Well, she was a little paranoid every now and again. Would he have showed up to see her if she wasn't riding his jolly rod? She pushed the thought aside, and muttered something under her breath. "Thanks for showing up." she said, letting her eyes rest somewhere distant. She was certain that her current physical relationship with Boyscout had something to do with him not being there. He had always been over protective, bordering on possessive sometimes. Not to mention that she slept in his bed with him. The only time that she wasn't in his bed was when she was in Nic's. That probably went over like a hooker in church, now that she was thinking about it. Once more, she pressed her lips together, taking in a deep breath to try and calm herself out of the overwhelming need to be sick. It wasn't until a few moments later that she realized the subtle tag at the end of his statement. She looked up at him, a bit wide eyed. "I guess..." she shrugged. "You didn't offer and I figured that you had better things to do then romp around in the forest, looking for flowers with me." she sighed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at the sky, rather hating the bright sun. She felt hot, even though the air outside was still cool - claustrophobic, like the news of what had taken place was about to smother her. But, normalcy outweighed the need to have a bit of a panic attack. She sniffed at his question, and looked up at her somewhat lover, and shrugged. "Truth be told, I'm not really all that hungry. I can go for something cold though..." she laughed. "Nothing too heavy. My stomach is still in knots." she confessed, hoping that he wouldn't pry. Or was she hoping that he would pry? She didn't know anymore. WORD COUNT:: 693

[Nicolae Saitov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; background-image: url('http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/NicPostBG.jpg'); background-position: top center; background-repeat: repeat-y; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: #8d8b84;] Damn it all down, took one to the chest without even a sound. So, what! What are you worth, the things you love or the people you hurt. Hey! It's like deja vu, a suicidal maniac with nothing to lose. So wait, it's the exception to the rule, every one of us is - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - expendable. TAGS:: kyle, way too pretty NOTES:: postttting INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by ludo, "Well I don't know, is it fake?" He asked quietly, the tone in his voice a rather dry one, devoid of any actual questioning remark, but at the same time with not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. It was extremely hard to tell what kind of motivation was behind the question, but Nic had not actually seen through the smile as fake. Now that she brought it up, he was questioning if it was fake or not, his head running through the reasons and logic behind what it would mean if it was fake. With a shrug of his shoulders, Nic continued on. "We're all doing important things, but I wanted to come check on you to make sure you were okay." His eyes shifted a bit so he could look over at Kyle from the side and the corners of his lips threatened to turn into a smile. Indeed, one side tugged up ever so slightly, giving him a slight smirk appearance. He just shrugged his shoulders once more to her offer of thanks. "It's good that you're okay. Just don't make me say why." Nic tilted his head to the side and looked at her curiously for a moment as if to wonder if she was going go try and force him to say something he did not want to say, but then turned back to the road in front of them. "No food? Well I guess that's just as well. Food doesn't solve every problem and it seems like you've got something on you shoulders." Nic made a typical glance in her direction and let out a soft sigh, "I'm not going to make you tell me or anything. You don't have to if you don't want to. I wasn't sure at first, but with all of the signs I've been noticing, I know you're not saying something. Maybe it's stress, maybe it's fear, maybe it's something else. Couldn't tell you." His eyes shifted down to the road as they stood there, the both of them having just made a clear and simple confession. :"Sorry it took me so long to reason out." He offered her the slightest bit of apology, "No one ever accused me of being empathic, you know?" His eyes scanned the distance, looking for anyone that might be within earshot, but it was just the two of them. No one else there to witness him do anything that would be out of character for him, in the very least. No way for anything like that to get out then, but he was not about to spoil himself or Kyle and do something out in public that would compromise his character. Moving right onto the next subject, Nic turned his head down one street and pointed, "Down that way they got an ice cream parlor up and running, well, sort of. They don't have all of the crazy supplies, but they've got vanilla and some chocolate, I think. They're limiting it to people so everyone can get their fair share. I heard they've also got a lot of milk stored up, too. So if you want a milkshake or something, that's the place to go. Me personally? I'd go with a vanilla milkshake. I haven't had one in years. Since before all this shit started and before, even." He turned his body as he spoke to face that direction and wait to see if that was what Kyle wanted after all. WORD COUNT:: 579 Created by the lovely Dizzy for Ghost's use only!

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: nic, the heart throb, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: oh, the tiptoeing already, INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by loud, Kyle pursed her lips and looked up at Nic. It was a question that she had walked right into. She arched her eyebrows and shrugged a bit. "Maybe. Maybe not." she mused, attempting to keep her eyes away from Nic. She knew that he could see right through her, which is why she even made the joke about it being a fake smile. And now, he was playing dumb, as if he hadn't the faintest idea that the smile that she wore for him, was a facade. It was aggravating to say the least. But, she knew that he knew. If he was going to play dumb, then she was going to as well. If that logic made any sense at all. We're all doing important things, but I wanted to come check on you to make sure you were okay. She smirked and looked over at him, an unreadable happy expression on her face. "Well, at least I know that someone has my back." she mused before looking off to the side. There was a time when she thought that she could count Boyscout amongst that group. Nicolae seemed to be the only person that she could rely on now. It was a strange change of pace. But, she never really knew where things stood with him. And something told her that he actively attempted to keep things that way. Which, was only reaffirmed with what he said next. It's good that you're okay. Just don't make me say why. There could have been a multitude of reasons for him to be happy that she was back safe. Some, more self benefiting than others, some similar to him having feelings for her. But, she would never know, because he asked her not to interrogate him. So, she simply shrugged and nodded. "Sure. But, I'm certain the conclusion that I'll draw in my head will be way off of the mark. If I start acting why, just know it's probably because of that statement." she teased. The weight of the news of everything that had happened was still resting heavily on her shoulders. And Nic, not being a dumbass, certainly could tell. He explained how he could tell that something was going through her head, but tacked on the fact that he wasn't considered a highly empathetic person. She gave him a bit of a shrug, and bit down on the inside of her cheek. If anything, she owed him an explanation. She owed everyone an explanation. But, Nic was the only one that she was concerned about. Well, his opinion. She cared about everyone. "I guess, I do have something on my shoulders." she said, biting down on the inside of her cheek. "And it is stressful. And now I'm kind of faced with this... bullshit of knowing that my best friend won't even fucking be there for me." she took a deep breath, as though the sudden intake of air would stop her from confessing anymore. We're just friends with benefits, essentially. Actually, we barely have the friend part. Our relationship is physical. Don't dump on him. "Sorry." she growled under her breath, not hiding the fact that she was pissed at herself for emotionally dumping. "I just... A lot is going on. It's not really your problem to have to listen to. Sorry." She said, again, her eyes locked down on her feet as she shuffled along with him. Why was it that she was so socially retarded? Really? She remained silent until Nic described the ice cream parlor that was currently up and running. A smile came to her lips at the thought. She remembered an old fifties diner that she used to go to a lot with her dad. She missed those days. "A milkshake sounds great, right now." Not to mention the fact that she was sweating her balls off. "Let's go then." she said, keeping herself rather quiet as she walked in the direction that Nicolae had been pointing to. Kyle was lost in her own thoughts, and for the time being, her own self pity. She'd get over it, but what she really needed right now was a few moments to just hate herself. WORD COUNT:: 702

[Nicolae Saitov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; background-image: url('http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/NicPostBG.jpg'); background-position: top center; background-repeat: repeat-y; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: #8d8b84;] Damn it all down, took one to the chest without even a sound. So, what! What are you worth, the things you love or the people you hurt. Hey! It's like deja vu, a suicidal maniac with nothing to lose. So wait, it's the exception to the rule, every one of us is - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - expendable. TAGS:: kyle, way too pretty NOTES:: postttting INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by ludo, "Now now, I'm sure they all got your back. We all just have things to do. I'm sure if it wasn't important, they would be here right now. Either way, I can make time to make sure you're alright." Nic shrugged his shoulders and tried his best to look like he was indifferent to the whole thing, to which he was rather successful at. He could say something caring and meaningful with a blank expression on his face all the while. So many people go frustrated with him over that sort of thing. The way that Kyle responded to his comment made him fight to stop from rolling his eyes or grinning. Nic rolled his shoulders into a shrug and glanced away, "Guess it's a good thing I'm not psychic or anything then. Or one of those super obsessive control freaks that absolutely must change what people think of me." With a heavy breath after his sentence, he turned his eyes to look at her as if to gauge her reaction. Most people would have laughed, but those that knew Nic he really did not care what people thought of him. If he did, he did a damn good job of hiding it from the rest of the world. "Calm down, Kyle." Nic responded in a something less than monotone voice. It showed hints of a calm but sympathetic tone, even if he had not intended it. "If there's something on your shoulders, spill. Typically speaking, people either brood on things or talk about them. You're definitely a brooder if people let you." Nic turned his head to her and tilted it ever so slightly, "Just tell me what's on your mind and maybe I can help you, you know, instead of you having to carry this around on your shoulders for who knows how long." As they turned down the street, Nicolae scanned the horizon and looked for any activity. As far as he could see, there was none. The sun was still high in the sky and there were even some birds chirping around, which was always a good sign. Animals, both air and land based breeds, tended to scatter at the first signs of the living dead. "Seems pretty clear on the way there." Nic pointed with one finger towards a small white building, probably used as a small ice cream factory pre-end of the whole friggin' world. That thought always made him the slightest bit grumbly. When they were a block away, he stopped and turned to Kyle. "Look, Kyle, if you need to get somethin' off your chest, you should be telling me. It's not a good idea to keep something on your mind, especially in a world where it's quite possible that being distracted is going to get you killed. Or someone else for that matter. Just talk about it, we'll find some place to go if it's somethin' super private or anything like that. If it's something you can just say, well, get to talkin'. Nothing's stoppin' you." Nic actually sighed slightly a few times while he spoke. Something in him stirred and made him slightly apprehensive. Maybe it was Kyle's hiding something, but it had made him slowly feel more and more anxious. WORD COUNT:: 541 Created by the lovely Dizzy for Ghost's use only!

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: nic, the heart throb, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: oh, the tiptoeing already, INSPIRATION:: "save our city" by ludo, Kyle simply nodded her agreement when Nic said that they all had her back. But, he pointed out that he was the only one that had made an effort to come see her. She wasn't blind. She knew that there was a reason that he was cluing her in on an underlying reason as to why he was the only one that was there for her. But, she would keep that to herself. While he had this mask of indifference, Kyle could see through it on some occasions. This happened to be one of them. And truth be told, it still agitated her that he preferred to remain enigmatic, and didn't want to flat out admit that maybe, just maybe, there might be something more there than just fucking each other like crazy behind closed doors. Of course, she would never balls up long enough to say that, because that just wasn't the way of things with Kyle. "I highly doubt that you care what anyone thinks of you." she said, shooting him a smirk. As much as it infuriated her to no end, it was something that she had come to actually respect about him. In fact, sometimes she felt as though she was bordering on jealousy with it. Kyle sighed and looked up at Nic after he inquired as to what was going on. Was he interested because he wanted to know? Kind of like a curious cat, situation? Or was it because he genuinely cared and wanted to hear what was going on... And because he really was interested in her mental health. But, all she could manage was a shrug. "Why do you care?" she asked, in a small tone, almost like an obstinate five year old might ask, while stuffing their toe into the ground, shifting the weight awkwardly. Despite the fact that she had deflected his question about whether or not she was okay, she found that she was dwelling on the fact that he asked her. Was this becoming a friendship? Was this becoming more? Kyle wasn't going to lie, either way, she enjoyed his company, and enjoyed the time that they spent in the bedroom. As long as they had that aspect of their relationship, she was fine. However, would she oppose to more kissing, and cuddling? Absolutely not. It was all but impossible to spend as much time crushing on someone as Kyle has spent crushing on Nic without wanting to at least try for something more serious. However, that was just her being a girl and growing a vagina for the moment. She realized that. That was, primarily why she would never say anything to Nicolae about wanting something more, unless she had definitely been given a sign of interest. Which, in true Nicolae fashion, he had done no such thing. She was ripped away from her rather convoluted and cyclical thoughts when he pointed out the new makeshift ice cream parlor. There was an added bounce to her step as she walked toward it. "I'm going to get me some vanilla..." she bounced. "I wonder when they'll get in cookie dough. Gods above, I could use some cookie dough..." Kyle had taken on a brand new jump to her step as she walked toward the ice cream parlor. For the moment, she had a new mission in life, and that was to get herself a damn milkshake. But, Nicolae decided that it would be a great idea to stop, literally a block away from where they were to get ice cream, to once again, try and get her to spill what was going on in her head. Well, now, clearly he was interested in what she was feeling, for whatever reason. Perhaps, she should try and talk to him about it. She blushed and hugged herself. She looked to the side. "I... brought back a test subject with me. Who is... locked up in a separate room... One of the old Engine Bays..." she whispered. "And moderate." she said, hoping that he would catch the meaning of the boys infection being only moderate. WORD COUNT:: 684