Intro Music: Marilyn Manson - Resident Evil
The volume on the sound system is turned up lightly by a small pale hand.
The sun can barely make it's way into the room. The dark burgundy curtains, there to conceal its light. Darkness towers inside of the dwelling, the black walls, can be seen now and then, when not hidden by the sheer burgundy tapestries. Crome black, and stained red, glass tables hold my belongings and about them is scattered clothing.
The morn has awoken I, and now re-entering my room after fully waking up, though still only clad in black lingerie, and a silk, blood red full length robe, I notice a stirring from my bed, possibly because of the music now playing. The black velvet material rides up and down and tumbles to the ground to reveal a pale, dark hared man, clumsily sprawled over the matress.
I walk over towards him. He there, lying on his back, he stretches some before he opens his eyes to look towards me.
I tilt me head down, though our eyes are still locked, as I continue my stride towards him. He inches his way towards the edge of the bed, not yet actually arising, or making any effort to get up.
He pulls on my robe, and prodes me on top of him, willing to oblige to this, he pulls my face to his. His lips are somewhat dry, and he tastes of liquer still, not the most pleasant taste to consort with in the morning either.
I began an assualt on his body, my hands travelling down passed his abdomen, and lower until I can hear him moan. I smirk some as I continue to taste him, forcing my tongue in and out of his mouth. I leave his lips though, satisfied that there must be something of him that will not taste of stale liquer. I lower my mouth to his neck, and lightly lick, and trace my tongue up to his collar bone. With which fond experience of the previous night, I had found he was quite aroused from being bitten. So I lowered my mouth down to the base of his neck and did so. As I listened to his breathe quicken and felt his grasp of my body tighten, I felt his hands rake down my back, and I slightly opened my eyes to see him lean back his head and close his eyes. That having been the reaction I had been looking for, I however saw no reason to continue.
I raised my body slightly, still straddeling him, and give an inquiring gaze down unto him, my ebony hair falling forward over my shoulders.
He takes notice, and gives a lazy yet empty smile, and sighs...
"hmm... can I use your shower before I go?" he asks, his head still listlessly lying back while his sleepy eyes are locked on mine.
I nod my head a bit, still looking lowly at him, with a smirk on my face, then I raise my head again, and gesture towards my right.
"It's there, be quick."
I rise from my position on top of him and walk out of the bedroom without looking back, and turning off the stereo as I exit. I can feel his eyes following me.
- Music Ends -
Intro Music: PJ Harvey - Dry
I enter the kitchen, stepping off the hardwood floors, onto the polished, black and white checkered tiles, contrasting to the bright red walls. They partially match the dark burned steel of my counter tops that is collaged with scatted pictures and red paint, seeming like blood, under a coat of glaze.
The cupboards above my counter, have been replaced with dark gray metal shelves, and metal cupboards splattered with red paint as well, that one might very well find in a utility garage.
My round kitchen table is done in the same manner as the counter tops, and so it is there where I find my refuge from standing. Returing to the coffee I had made just moments before I had went in to wake up the man I only know as "Trek." And also returning to the book I had been reading, a collection of some of Plath's greatest works, I can only consume myself in this, as has been a habit of mine for some time now.
Though of course, it's been a habit of my aquantences to interrupt me once I have a moments peace to read, so clangs open my apartment door. And I sit awaiting the arrival of a familiar face, glancing toward the kitchen entrance.
And as expected, my eyes meet the face of Kaya. She dauntingly peaks her head around the corner, and enters once she see me sitting in the kitchen. Her body comes into veiw, clad in a quarter sleeve white button down, with a quarter sleeve black sweater over it, only interrupted by the red queer and messy lines going across the center. Played off of this was a plaid, red, black, and white, skirt with two bondage strips hanging from the back. She ws propped up an inch or two by the think black boots she wore, that ended mid shin. When my eyes, again met her face, it was then I notice the purple streaks through her hair had been dyed to a bright orange.
"And what's this?" I inquiered. "I thought you weren't a morning person?"
She cocked her head to the side, while walking into the kitchen and slipping into the seat across from me.
"I'm not, just didn't go to sleep last night." she stated plainly.
I nodded my head in understanding.
"Ahh, and thus you had the time to dye your hair?"
She pulled at a strand of the orange colored streaks, looking at it oddly.
"Well, yes, I got bored, at some point... and decided to try orange hair. or at least orange streaks. i'm not sure if I like it or not. oh well..."
Just then "Trek" stops at the doorway fully clothed, yet his long hair still dripping with water, and towle around his shoulders. He gives a questioning look toawrds Kaya.
She responds in the same manner to his appearance, but only slightly smiles and simply says
"Hello."
He nods slightly and obliges to her acknoledgement with his own salutation.
"Hi, I'm Trek."
"Kaya" she simply resonds, still looking over her shoulder at the man.
"Well, i'm gonna be going, so it was nice meeting both of you." he politley states, I nod, and he hands me the soaked bath towel, before gathering his stuff and leaving.
After the apartment door can be heard closing, Kaya finally returns her attention to me and lightly states, without any importance.
"Cute..."
"Hmmm..."
I agree, rubbing my eyes with my hands, and the lifting my coffee to drink.
"well..."
she continues.... though I have no idea what she is getting at...
"aren't you gonna ask if Opeeka let me in? You left the meeting with your vote before they were done, to I assume, do something a bit more stimulating?"
She turns her gaze back towards the door for a moment giving me the chance to catch her drift.
"oh, right, sorry, minds been somewhere else," I state appologetically. "So, whats the verdict?"
She smiled and stated bluntly.
"hmph, what the fuck do you think? with my skills?" she stated laughingly.
I could only laugh at that one, she was if anything confident about her abilities, and with every reason. I had known Kaya for a short while now, after we had ran into each other at an underground show. We had hung out every now and then, meeting in coffee houses, or at my club. Though just recently I had found out about her musical talent, and she had found out about mine, and my need for a DJ. And she was good at it to say the least. On top of that, I could get along with her very easily, we had alot in common. But alot that wasn't too, just enough to understand eachother. So of course we quickly had grown close.
And to her close, I geuss means holding a dominating position in my life, because she had given herself access to all aspects of my life, and now including my work as well. But I didn't mind, after all, she is a cool person. So as long she never got the wrong idea. Kaya may get a little too close sometimes, and I don't mind, except for when she occasionally gets clingy and attatched. She does this sometimes to people who she believes should not be in my life. She never minds the fly bys, but if anyone who I meet intends to stick around for a while, Kaya always has a say in the matter.
Now while ordinarly this may bother me, considering I haven't known her but for a few months, and I usally don't give access to my life away that easily, or at all. Kaya and I just clicked, and besides, I think it's sort of cute.
"what ya thinkin' about?" she asked curiously. I must have been silent and dazed for some time, she looked a little concerned.
"Oh, nothing... just thinking..."
"hmmm..." she knew not to prod. but apparently she found my not telling her, reason for punishment, because just then she snatched my coffee away from me. and poured it down the sink...
"hey!" I complained.
She walked towards me, and dragged me from my seat.
"we're going out, get dressed!"
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A/N: Okay, thats it for chapter 6. I had to give Pan a friend with a background ya know? any way, please review!=P
The volume on the sound system is turned up lightly by a small pale hand.
The sun can barely make it's way into the room. The dark burgundy curtains, there to conceal its light. Darkness towers inside of the dwelling, the black walls, can be seen now and then, when not hidden by the sheer burgundy tapestries. Crome black, and stained red, glass tables hold my belongings and about them is scattered clothing.
The morn has awoken I, and now re-entering my room after fully waking up, though still only clad in black lingerie, and a silk, blood red full length robe, I notice a stirring from my bed, possibly because of the music now playing. The black velvet material rides up and down and tumbles to the ground to reveal a pale, dark hared man, clumsily sprawled over the matress.
I walk over towards him. He there, lying on his back, he stretches some before he opens his eyes to look towards me.
I tilt me head down, though our eyes are still locked, as I continue my stride towards him. He inches his way towards the edge of the bed, not yet actually arising, or making any effort to get up.
He pulls on my robe, and prodes me on top of him, willing to oblige to this, he pulls my face to his. His lips are somewhat dry, and he tastes of liquer still, not the most pleasant taste to consort with in the morning either.
I began an assualt on his body, my hands travelling down passed his abdomen, and lower until I can hear him moan. I smirk some as I continue to taste him, forcing my tongue in and out of his mouth. I leave his lips though, satisfied that there must be something of him that will not taste of stale liquer. I lower my mouth to his neck, and lightly lick, and trace my tongue up to his collar bone. With which fond experience of the previous night, I had found he was quite aroused from being bitten. So I lowered my mouth down to the base of his neck and did so. As I listened to his breathe quicken and felt his grasp of my body tighten, I felt his hands rake down my back, and I slightly opened my eyes to see him lean back his head and close his eyes. That having been the reaction I had been looking for, I however saw no reason to continue.
I raised my body slightly, still straddeling him, and give an inquiring gaze down unto him, my ebony hair falling forward over my shoulders.
He takes notice, and gives a lazy yet empty smile, and sighs...
"hmm... can I use your shower before I go?" he asks, his head still listlessly lying back while his sleepy eyes are locked on mine.
I nod my head a bit, still looking lowly at him, with a smirk on my face, then I raise my head again, and gesture towards my right.
"It's there, be quick."
I rise from my position on top of him and walk out of the bedroom without looking back, and turning off the stereo as I exit. I can feel his eyes following me.
- Music Ends -
Intro Music: PJ Harvey - Dry
I enter the kitchen, stepping off the hardwood floors, onto the polished, black and white checkered tiles, contrasting to the bright red walls. They partially match the dark burned steel of my counter tops that is collaged with scatted pictures and red paint, seeming like blood, under a coat of glaze.
The cupboards above my counter, have been replaced with dark gray metal shelves, and metal cupboards splattered with red paint as well, that one might very well find in a utility garage.
My round kitchen table is done in the same manner as the counter tops, and so it is there where I find my refuge from standing. Returing to the coffee I had made just moments before I had went in to wake up the man I only know as "Trek." And also returning to the book I had been reading, a collection of some of Plath's greatest works, I can only consume myself in this, as has been a habit of mine for some time now.
Though of course, it's been a habit of my aquantences to interrupt me once I have a moments peace to read, so clangs open my apartment door. And I sit awaiting the arrival of a familiar face, glancing toward the kitchen entrance.
And as expected, my eyes meet the face of Kaya. She dauntingly peaks her head around the corner, and enters once she see me sitting in the kitchen. Her body comes into veiw, clad in a quarter sleeve white button down, with a quarter sleeve black sweater over it, only interrupted by the red queer and messy lines going across the center. Played off of this was a plaid, red, black, and white, skirt with two bondage strips hanging from the back. She ws propped up an inch or two by the think black boots she wore, that ended mid shin. When my eyes, again met her face, it was then I notice the purple streaks through her hair had been dyed to a bright orange.
"And what's this?" I inquiered. "I thought you weren't a morning person?"
She cocked her head to the side, while walking into the kitchen and slipping into the seat across from me.
"I'm not, just didn't go to sleep last night." she stated plainly.
I nodded my head in understanding.
"Ahh, and thus you had the time to dye your hair?"
She pulled at a strand of the orange colored streaks, looking at it oddly.
"Well, yes, I got bored, at some point... and decided to try orange hair. or at least orange streaks. i'm not sure if I like it or not. oh well..."
Just then "Trek" stops at the doorway fully clothed, yet his long hair still dripping with water, and towle around his shoulders. He gives a questioning look toawrds Kaya.
She responds in the same manner to his appearance, but only slightly smiles and simply says
"Hello."
He nods slightly and obliges to her acknoledgement with his own salutation.
"Hi, I'm Trek."
"Kaya" she simply resonds, still looking over her shoulder at the man.
"Well, i'm gonna be going, so it was nice meeting both of you." he politley states, I nod, and he hands me the soaked bath towel, before gathering his stuff and leaving.
After the apartment door can be heard closing, Kaya finally returns her attention to me and lightly states, without any importance.
"Cute..."
"Hmmm..."
I agree, rubbing my eyes with my hands, and the lifting my coffee to drink.
"well..."
she continues.... though I have no idea what she is getting at...
"aren't you gonna ask if Opeeka let me in? You left the meeting with your vote before they were done, to I assume, do something a bit more stimulating?"
She turns her gaze back towards the door for a moment giving me the chance to catch her drift.
"oh, right, sorry, minds been somewhere else," I state appologetically. "So, whats the verdict?"
She smiled and stated bluntly.
"hmph, what the fuck do you think? with my skills?" she stated laughingly.
I could only laugh at that one, she was if anything confident about her abilities, and with every reason. I had known Kaya for a short while now, after we had ran into each other at an underground show. We had hung out every now and then, meeting in coffee houses, or at my club. Though just recently I had found out about her musical talent, and she had found out about mine, and my need for a DJ. And she was good at it to say the least. On top of that, I could get along with her very easily, we had alot in common. But alot that wasn't too, just enough to understand eachother. So of course we quickly had grown close.
And to her close, I geuss means holding a dominating position in my life, because she had given herself access to all aspects of my life, and now including my work as well. But I didn't mind, after all, she is a cool person. So as long she never got the wrong idea. Kaya may get a little too close sometimes, and I don't mind, except for when she occasionally gets clingy and attatched. She does this sometimes to people who she believes should not be in my life. She never minds the fly bys, but if anyone who I meet intends to stick around for a while, Kaya always has a say in the matter.
Now while ordinarly this may bother me, considering I haven't known her but for a few months, and I usally don't give access to my life away that easily, or at all. Kaya and I just clicked, and besides, I think it's sort of cute.
"what ya thinkin' about?" she asked curiously. I must have been silent and dazed for some time, she looked a little concerned.
"Oh, nothing... just thinking..."
"hmmm..." she knew not to prod. but apparently she found my not telling her, reason for punishment, because just then she snatched my coffee away from me. and poured it down the sink...
"hey!" I complained.
She walked towards me, and dragged me from my seat.
"we're going out, get dressed!"
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A/N: Okay, thats it for chapter 6. I had to give Pan a friend with a background ya know? any way, please review!=P