Viggo Slaughter
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Post by Viggo Slaughter on Nov 4, 2008 16:17:45 GMT -5
Kira let out a small, almost shy, smile and her cheeks reddened. But...wait..why was she blushing? He hadn't done anything to make her embarrassed had he? No. No..wait, yeah he did. He'd complimented her name. Crap, so compliments..were no good. Or..maybe they were. She was so cute when she blushed. He felt his own cheeks grow hot as he thought all this over in his mind. He turned his head, trying to hide it.
“Th-thanks. L-Likewise,” she said speaking to the ground. He kept his head looking to ahead of them. Not far now. Not far at all. Oh man, why'd he invite her to his home? Now she'd know where he lived. She could be some crazy pedofile. He stole a sideways glance in her direction, looking over the soft angelic blonde hair that reached nearly to her waste. Her face was paler and also soft. Her eyes were darker, but had a lighter honey-like tinger to it. Geez, she could be an angel!
Viggo stood holding the door open for her. Just as she walked in the rain came pouring down. It drenched his hair in a matter of two seconds. He was about to take a step inside when there was a sudden pull at his shirt. He hadn't been expecting it at all. And his feet caught on the ledge in the doorway, making him fall over.
They landed in an awkward heap on the ground with a loud ‘Oof’ coming from Kira as he landed on her. Oh...dear. Oh...shit.
His mind imagined the scene before him. A girl lay on the ground. Guy appears to fall on girl and..OH NO! Did he hurt her?! He moved his leg slightly and winced. The ledge he'd tripped on was, of course, cement and apparently cement edges and skin didn't mix well. He rolled off onto his side muttering, "I'm sorry. So sorry. sorry sorry sorry." under his breath the whole time.
He didn't really know whos fault it was, his or hers, but it didn't matter. He'd probably hurt her. She would have had his weight, AND his guitars on top of her. gheaah.
He could feel his cheeks burning as he sat up. He shook his head, cold droplets of water flinging off. He then stopped, thinking...maybe he was getting her even more wet. >_<;
Viggo looked over at her. Her whole front was soaked and she just lay there, shock strewn on her face--or was that fear. Her whole face was a scarlet red. He represed a laugh by clearing his throat. "Well..that..was..fun. I..guess we got wet anyways....." his voice trailed off, standing to pic up her book of sketches..again. X)
He held out a hand to her and smiled, "Most people don't like to lie down in apartment building entrances," he shrugged, "But..that could just be me."
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Kira Hunton
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Post by Kira Hunton on Nov 4, 2008 20:38:41 GMT -5
How had she gotten herself into this mess? It was her fault, yes, but still! What if someone walked by? It would look so…so…wrong! They weren’t doing anything! It was just a bad situation where Viggo had fallen on top of her, by accident.
"I'm sorry; so sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry," came a muttered voice
No! She wanted to cry. It wasn’t his fault. It was all hers! “S-sorry, it was m-me...” she stammered once more. She was so incredibly embarrassed, and so was he, that much was clear. And to think, only a few minutes she’d thought how much more awkward this encounter could be. Surprise, surprise, it got awkward.
The weight that had been on her was soon lifted as Viggo sat up. He’d gotten up quite quickly actually, Which Kira was glad of. It was beginning to get rather uncomfortable with him there. It had been-her train of thought was lost as droplets of water landed on her nose and cheeks. He was…shaking his head. And water was flying everywhere. And he looked absolutely precious! NO! Kira stop it! You’re lying on the floor, your clothes are wet, and now you’re thinking that this guy is attractive. Now, is not the time!
Kira’s head turned to a clearing of a throat coming from the boy.
"Well…that...was...fun. I...guess we got wet anyways....." his voice trailed off, standing to pick up her book of sketches. That was the second time now. How many more would she drop the cursed thing? She should have just taken her chance with the rain. Her drawings weren’t that important; Just silly doodles.
She took the hand extended towards her, letting it pull her up
"Most people don't like to lie down in apartment building entrances," he shrugged, "But...that could just be me."
Could her face go any redder? Was that even possible? Oh goodness, she was a mess. Kira looked down at herself, examining the damage. Luckily she wasn’t wearing a white shirt. That would have been bad; Very, very bad.
“I…usually don’t either,” she said with a nervous laugh. There was a bit of a silence between them as they stood in foyer, Viggo dripping, and Kira damp.
“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I didn’t mean to-I just-you were getting all wet and I instinctively pulled-I’m so sorry. I should have just walked home,” she said making hand gestures every now and then, showing just how frustrated and flustered she was.
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Viggo Slaughter
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Post by Viggo Slaughter on Nov 10, 2008 19:50:05 GMT -5
Viggo smiled, letting go of the girls’ hand. Her face was a radish red. Her eyes looked down examining, something. She was slightly damp from him being on her. He mentally shook his head and frowned, keeping an outward poker face, why’d he have to go and fall like that. Stupid—
“I…usually don’t either,” she said with a nervous laugh. There was a bit of a silence between them as they stood in foyer, a soft tap tap taptap as water dripped from his head and sleeves. He didn’t really know what else to say. Maybe..they could start walking up to the apartment room now.
“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I didn’t mean to-I just-you were getting all wet and I instinctively pulled-I’m so sorry. I should have just walked home,” she said making hand gestures every now and then, clearly she was very frustrated and flustered. Viggo just shook his head. What was she talking about? Walking home in the rain was crazy. Especially the rain they got here. It was sometimes so unexpected. One day they’d have snow, the next it’d be sunny. It was like they lived in Canada or something! “Don’t worry about it. A little bit of rain will do you no harm,” he said, adjusting the strap on his guitar case. Luckily it was waterproof! “Why would you want to walk home in the rain? You’d be cold..and..wet..and you’d get sick. That’s no fun.” He turned towards the door and held onto the handle, staring out into the street. It looked like fog was on the ground, because of the ricocheting rain. “I don’t really understand the weather here..” he thought out loud, in barely a whisper, “Anyways, did you want to go have some rice..or..maybe some soup would be more suitable. I think we have chicken noodle soup. Or hot chocolate....we have marshmallows! Oh, have you ever put a carmilk bar into your hot chocolate? It’s delicious!” he rambled on, walking towards the stairs.
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Kira Hunton
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Post by Kira Hunton on Jun 29, 2009 11:16:58 GMT -5
“Don’t worry about it. A little bit of rain will do you no harm,” he said, adjusting the strap on his guitar case. “Why would you want to walk home in the rain? You’d be cold...and…wet...and you’d get sick. That’s no fun.”
Kira was still staring at her shoes when Viggo spoke, when she looked up, a strand of blond hair fell into her eyes which she quickly moved away, “It’s not that I wanted to walk in the rain, just that it seems to be so much more of a bother to have not walked,” she said trying to make as little eye contact with Viggo as possible. Looking back though she was relieved he had invited her to the apartment. It looked like torrential rain out there. She could barely hear herself speak let alone Viggo over the crashing sound of the water.
As Viggo opened the door, she quickly stepped in, already feeling that awful feeling of et socks inside of wet shoes.
“I don’t really understand the weather here..” he thought out loud, in barely a whisper, “Anyways, did you want to go have some rice...or…maybe some soup would be more suitable. I think we have chicken noodle soup. Or hot chocolate....we have marshmallows! Oh, have you ever put a caramilk bar into your hot chocolate? It’s delicious!”
“The weather really is strange,” she said looking out once more. “Sometimes it feels like the sky just has mood swings or something. Seems to pms quite a bit anyway,” she said, the last part mostly to herself. “Oh but that sounds lovely. Rice is good. But you’re right. Some soup would really be nice now. Have you ever gone in from being outside in the winter? Like when you were a kid all wrapped up in snow pants and scarves and gloves, the whole shebang and you come inside soaking wet and curl up on the couch with a blanket in your pyjamas with a nice warm bowl of soup hitting every cold part in nyour body. And the hot chocolate! Oh those were the days. It was great how little things like that just made you…happy,” she said following him up the stairs, holding her book to her chest as she walked. She paused suddenly before continuing to walk, feeling quite embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I was rambling. I tend to do that when I’m nervous,” she said with an uneasy laugh. “Either that or I don’t talk at all. But no I’ve never had a caramilk bar in my hot chocolate before,” she said remembering his question.
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Viggo Slaughter
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Post by Viggo Slaughter on Sept 23, 2009 11:54:19 GMT -5
Kira’s eyes stayed fixed on her shoes. She seemed to have no intentions on looking up. Was she even going to say anything?
Just then she did look up, a strand of hair falling in her eye, which she quickly brushed away, “It’s not that I wanted to walk in the rain, just that it seems to be so much more of a bother to have not walked,” She spoke, almost forcing herself to not look into his eyes. Ah well, some people just weren’t a big fan of that kind of thing.
“The weather really is strange,” she said looking outside for the millionth time. “Sometimes it feels like the sky just has mood swings or something. Seems to pms quite a bit anyway,”
Viggo laughed at that bit, “That would be so weird if there was like some crazy guy..or girl..who like..ran the weather..through their moods. We would be so screwed. But you know, the person would make a great weather meteorologist!” he chuckled away.
“Oh but that sounds lovely. Rice is good. But you’re right. Some soup would really be nice now. Have you ever gone in from being outside in the winter? Like when you were a kid all wrapped up in snow pants and scarves and gloves, the whole shebang and you come inside soaking wet and curl up on the couch with a blanket in your pyjamas with a nice warm bowl of soup hitting every cold part in your body. And the hot chocolate! Oh those were the days. It was great how little things like that just made you…happy,”
Viggo just stared blankly at the space before him as he walked along. His face expressionless. Those were the days? What days? He grew up in some stinky, old, cheap orphanage unwanted by everyone. He let out a silent sigh, focusing his ears on the sound of the girls soft steps behind him. He didn’t know why she was behind him. Were they playing follow the leader?
Finally her voice broke his train of thought again, “I’m sorry. I was rambling. I tend to do that when I’m nervous,” she said with an uneasy laugh. “Either that or I don’t talk at all. But no I’ve never had a caramilk bar in my hot chocolate before,” she said answering his question from like ages ago.
“Oh.” he managed to get out before sliding a key in the lock and turning it, “I’ll get some soup on...do you want some dry clothes?”
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