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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 30, 2013 19:10:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, he's pretty much my best friend." I reply, nodding a bit. I raise my eyebrows at his offer, an odd feeling coming over me. Go back to some dude's house who could easily break me in half with a movement of his finger.
Not the best idea. But.. what did I have to lose? "Sure." I state, jumping up to my feet. I brush my hair out of my face. Maybe this wasn't the best decision I'd ever made, but, fuck it. You only lived once, right?
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 30, 2013 19:13:02 GMT -5
Derek wasn't sure he knew what it meant to have a best friend. He was stunned as she agreed. Well then.
Nodding, he got to his feet and offered her a hand up. Leading her back to his bike and climbed on, gave her a helmet. "You ever ridden?"
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 30, 2013 19:18:40 GMT -5
I take his hand to help me to my feet and I follow him back to his bike. If my parents or Osric could see me right now I'd be dead. But, ther weren't here.
"Nope." I reply simple, clipping on the helmet before getting in the bike, a slightly scared expression crossing my face. I wrap my arms around Derek's waist, hoping that he didn't mind. I just didn't want to fall off or something.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 30, 2013 19:26:46 GMT -5
Derek chuckled. "Just hold on." When her arms wrapped around him, he started the bike and pulled out, heading to the outskirt of town.
He pulled in to the little house and a coyote darted by and into the woods. Helping her off the bike, Derek opened the front door. Amissio was lounging on the couch watching tv. Derek walked past, returned a moment later, and threw an apple at him. "Eat. And if you throw up my food, in my bathroom again, I'll make you pay for what you're wasting."
Amissio groaned, waved at the girl, and got up to stalk towards the kitchen.
Derek huffed, glanced at Ophelia. "Mm, sorry.."
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 30, 2013 19:37:46 GMT -5
I squeeze my eyes shut at first before hesitantly opening an eye. My hair blew out behind me as we went before pulling down a wooded driveway. A sliver of fear shoots through me but I ignore it. Maybe it was something about the full moon that was making me like this..
I gratefully take Derek's hand to help me off before I leave the helmet on the bike, running a hand through my hair to follow him up into the house. I blink at the guy on the couch, raising my eyebrows a bit as they spoke. I offer him a limp wave, shifting on my feet awkwardly.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 30, 2013 20:31:04 GMT -5
"Vultures," Derek murmured, and smiled the slightest bit. "Anyway, you hungry? I can cook something up. Or there's tv..or whatever. I don't know.."
He should probably throw his lab coat in the wash. He'd had a bit of a bloody...patient.. To deal with today.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 31, 2013 17:04:30 GMT -5
"I'm not really hungry... besides, you know what they say about midnight snacks." I reply, a small grin lifting up one corner of my mouth. I plop down on the couch, making myself comfortable as I run a hand through my hair absently. Why was I here? He could easily kill me or something, but.. I honestly didn't get that vibe from him. Then again, I didn't really hang around people much, so maybe I wasn't the best judge of character..
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Post by Derek Ralston on Oct 31, 2013 19:00:43 GMT -5
Derek chuckled softly. "I'll be back." He wandered off to grab his work clothes from the day and throw them in the wash.
Amissio wandered back out and plopped down on the couch after tossing the apple in the trash. "Don't tell, kay?" He drawled lazily.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Oct 31, 2013 20:00:00 GMT -5
I nod a bit as she wanders off before the blonde kid comes back in, the apple thunking into the trash. I'd seen him around school, but I didn't really know his name.. something odd, that much I knew. "Not like apples are really fattening." I reply casually, shrugging my shoulders a bit.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 1, 2013 18:40:24 GMT -5
Amissio shrugged, yawned. Derek wandered back in, watching the lanky male get to his feet. "Alright, I'm out. Be back later." He slipped into his shoes and headed out the door. Derek only shook his head, sinking down on the sofa but giving Ophelia some space. No need to be even creepier..
"That kid I swear.." He murmured.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 1, 2013 18:55:54 GMT -5
I look over as Derek wanders back in before the blonde boy gets up to walk out. I pull my legs up to cross them, plopping my hands in my lap. "Bane of your existance?" I ask teasingly before sticking out my tongue at him playfully. I lean back on the back of the couch, making myself comfortable. "So. How has your day been?" I continue, hoping to make conversation somehow.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 1, 2013 21:52:25 GMT -5
"Kinda." He chuckled. "But it's not so lonely with someone around." He shrugged, glanced at her. "Mm, pretty alright. Nothing like the life of a coroner." He shrugged and rubbed at his face. "Yours?"
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 1, 2013 22:54:25 GMT -5
I nod a bit as she spoke, turning to put my back against the arm of the couch and casually set my feet on Derek's knee. "Ah, you're a coroner? That sounds.. like, scary. Dead bodies and shit." I reply, raising my eyebrows at him a bit as I run a hand through my long black hair. It was creepy, too, but I didn't really want to add that on there, besides, maybe he thought I was the creepy one- it all depended on your viewpoint.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 2, 2013 2:02:16 GMT -5
Derek blinked as her feet found his knee, but it didn't bother him much. He chuckled softly. "Yeah..life of a loner. Makes good money I guess." Not that he had anything to soend a $150,000 yearly salary on...
"I grew up pretty numb to gore. Doesn't bother me."
'But you're lonely.'
'Yeah dumbass.'
'Creep. You use us as filler, don't you?'
Derek swallowed.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 2, 2013 18:28:16 GMT -5
"Yeah? You're not the one wandering around the town at night." I reply, shrugging my shoulders a bit. I raise my eyebrows a bit as Derek goes on to say that he was raised numb to gore, but I decided not to question it. "What do you do when you're not.. working?" I ask, wanting to fill the silence. He didn't seem comfortable with it, and neither was I. I was never this talkative, but with certain people -like Derek, apparently- I could be.
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