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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 17, 2008 0:23:56 GMT -5
Giselle growled. He was doing it again. He was pissing her off. How many times this night now? More than she could remember that was for sure. The smoke. The talk. The stupidity of it all! She had enough! Giselle's head snapped up as if she were possessed. A vain flickered on her forehead. She leaped off the bed and pointed a manicured finger inches away from Lars' nose.
"POURQUOI INSISTEZ-VOUS SUR FAIRE CECI ? POURQUOI NE POUVEZ PAS VOUS JUSTE ÊTRE OUVERT AU SUJET DE VOUS-MÊME JUSTE POUR UNE FOIS ! IL Ne Y A AUCUNE MANIÈRE QUE TOUT EST NORMAL DANS CETTE TÊTE ÉPAISSE À VOUS VOUS VAMPIRE ARROGANT POMPEUX ! DIRE JUSTE JUSTE UNE FOIS CE QUI EST SUR VOTRE ESPRIT ! EST UNE FOIS TOUT que je DEMANDE ! J'AI EU DES RETOURS EN ARRIÈRE POUR TOI AI OBTENU HUMILIÉ POUR TOI AI BU LE SANG ANIMAL POUR TOI ET COMMENT SUIS TOI ME REMBOURSANT ? AVEC PAS UN DIEU A ENDIGUÉ LA CHOSE ! I MÊME SORTE DE COMME TOI !" she railed in French maniacally.
Giselle lowered her arm. She was breathing heavily and fuming in anger. A person could use her as a hot-plate if they wanted to. At rare times like this, Giselle would forget her English altogether and revert back to French. Her first language. Someone would really have to get her extremely angry for this rare scene to occur.
(((Translation : WHY DO YOU INSIST ON DOING THIS? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE OPEN ABOUT YOURSELF JUST FOR ONCE! THERE IS NO WAY EVERYTHING IS NORMAL IN THAT THICK HEAD OF YOURS YOU POMPOUS ARROGANT VAMPIRE! JUST TELL JUST ONCE WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND! ONCE IS ALL I'M ASKING! I HAD FLASHBACKS FOR YOU GOT HUMILIATED FOR YOU DRANK ANIMAL BLOOD FOR YOU AND HOW ARE YOU REPAYING ME? WITH NOT A GOD DAMMED THING!I EVEN SORT OF LIKE YOU!)))
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Post by Ellie on Jul 17, 2008 0:48:52 GMT -5
Lars stared down at Giselle's finger then let his sight flicker to he face. Cigarette now held near his head and back away from both their faces. He had no clue what she said, and was probably letting his confusion show as he stared down at the comforter.
What french did he know? Anything, from anywhere, he racked his brain for something! Drop outs didn't really learn French at an expertise. He knew three things, and only three. The easy, yes, please, mr., mrs, no, and thank you. Next to that was Placebo's version of Burger Queen in french, and considering he already knew those words in english they weren't any help.
But he had no clue what the third even meant. He just heard it on the random radio from other people's cars. But whatever, it had to be better than sitting their dumb.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" He said smugly taking a drag from his stick now that she was out of his face, even though for all he knew it could mean he was a hairy moose, but it didn't matter, it was french.
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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 17, 2008 1:20:34 GMT -5
Giselle's face went sheet white. Whiter than her already white face. How dare he! What an imbecile! He clearly did not speak French and he had just insulted her in her native tongue! She had to speak English now, for his sake.
"How DARE you! No I will not sleep with you this evening! Why would you even think of such a-" her voice trailed off. She froze and became expressionless. Ok. She could play it his way. It was her turn.
Giselle's face took on a seductive look. "Why, I never really thought about this. It is, after all, just the two of us in this room. With a big bed," Giselle's hand curled into Lars' hair. She twisted it around her finger. "Oh, so soft!" she purred.
Oh yeah. She was merciless.
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Post by Ellie on Jul 17, 2008 3:16:44 GMT -5
Is that what that means, shit. He thought to himself as she began yelling at him again. He should have just started singing Placebo in french and leave her confused, but no, he had to go and shout out a pickup line. Brilliant.
He was trying to conjure up words to come back at her with before she changed her attitude. Granted with the sudden change Lars got it wasn't real, but still, pretty girls didn't twirl his hair every day. He stared blankly at the wall stiff though, for she was pretty, but at the same rate maybe hiding a can of oil behind her back to light him aflame. Plus it was much much much too soon after him to do anything like this totally sober, or intend to get drunk to proceed.
He couldn't resist his next words though. Now that he did have the knwolege of what he said, he could work with it. Maybe it wouldn't pull against him totally.
"You fickle thing," he started with a forced eyeroll as he reached up to grab the wrist that held the hand with his hair, "It was a question. Not an invite."
[[HAHA!]]
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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 17, 2008 13:49:13 GMT -5
Giselle was pleased that ignorant Lars had no idea what he got himself into. This was just too funny! But for a few seconds and for only the briefest and fleeting time, it seemed like Lars really did want this. Peculiar. Giselle would have to play on, maybe this of all things would get him to sing.
Giselle crawled up onto the bed like a cat and leaned in close to Lars, her eyelids half closed. She growled playfully. He was in for it now. If he thought he could play along like she did, then he was sadly mistaken.
"I wanted to do this all night," Giselle hummed. And she lay one on him. Giselle's irresistible lips pressed against Lars' own. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her.
Giselle cackled internally. Pure Evil.
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Post by Ellie on Jul 17, 2008 18:11:53 GMT -5
What. The. Hell. Those were the only thoughts running through his mind as she closed the gap. He didn't have any room to move back, and her arms restricted any movement to the side. What was he supposed to do? Plus, her lips didn't feel bad against his at all.
But it still didn't feel right, despite the fact he disliked her, quite a lot, it didn't feel right to measures beyond that, which was ridiculous for he had no one else anymore. At least not in physical form, but on occasions he'd hear his voice places, feel him, see him even. He wondered if that would all pass at some point in time, like the other had, but wasn't sure.
Regardless, he'd kept his face to hers for too long. Deciding his moves he disconnected them by simply turning his cheek to the side, adverting his gaze to the comforter again before bringing it back up to her face, still keeping his own face to the side while he tooka drag from hsi cigarette, almost to wipe away her taste. "I said it wasn't an invite."
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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 17, 2008 22:26:17 GMT -5
Giselle leaned back when he turned away. She was all in a huff. The kiss lasted longer than she'd expected. But this vampire did not like her at all! Two options: A.)He was starting to like her. B.) He was using her for his own dirty pleasures. She really hoped it was the latter. But still, when she looked at Lars she wouldn't mind having a friendlier relationship with him.
He was puffing on that damned cigarette again. She slapped him across the face, "That is for acting like such a dumb ass," she bellowed. Her face was red now. That felt really good, she thought. She was genuinely pleased with her actions for once.
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Post by Ellie on Jul 18, 2008 3:20:12 GMT -5
Lars's free hand flew to his face with the sudden sting. "What the hell, me the dumb ass, yeah sure..." he said with a sarcastic huff. Getting up off the bed he removed his hand from his face only to rub it a bit before letting it totally be. He took a long drag before continuing.
"A dumb ass sure knows how to talk people out of nearly everything right?" he said with a fake sarcastic laugh, "And knows how to save their ass in a situation with someone that's totally bent on meddling into the said ass's business, in which the someone is getting totally angry because the dumb ass is out smarting her most of the time," he said with eyebrows raised, "Yeah, I'm a total dumb ass, eh?"
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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 18, 2008 11:35:48 GMT -5
Stings, don't it, Giselle mused in her head as Lars rubbed his face. She about finally left her mark on the stubborn vamp. The redness just came back to her face at his next words. Oh how smug he must be! She decided that slapping him again would not be wise. His words stung her as if he'd actually slapped her. That hurt. They were somewhat even.
"You are talking gibberish. You're depressed. I know it. I could feel it crawling off of you like steam. Just admit it and we won't have to do this anymore! After I've opened up completely for you, drank animal blood for you, it's the LEAST you can do! Please Lars. Just be perfectly honest with me! We could help each other!"
She just about begged him. But she still kept thin strands of her dignity left. She sat on the bed adjacent from him and turned her back. She would not talk to him anymore if he wouldn't talk to her.
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Post by Ellie on Jul 18, 2008 20:18:06 GMT -5
"Oh god!" he groaned taking another drag of the quickly disappearing cigarette before mulling over the answer he would give.
He knew he was in denial about his current mental state. He knew he was lying to himself about being fine. But also knew he was depressed, more severely than he had been before. But he knew he very valid reason to be.
But what in the world could she do about it? HELP?! Yeah, right. She was already making his life 10x's happier, note the sarcasm in the thought. Well, she wasn't making him worse, she was just not making a very pleasant experience. But then again, there may be some logic to it. He thought of how he never listened to joyful music when he was feeling down, but instead listened to what matched his mood, initially, it helps in the end, for a time. But he wasn't sure if the same theory could re proven on who helps you.
"Even if I admitted I was, how would we help each other?"
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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 18, 2008 22:11:19 GMT -5
Giselle turned around rapidly, surprise clear in her face. She had not expected his answer at all. Maybe this was her chance to get through to him. Giselle stood and sauntered over to where Lars was sitting. She kept a causal stance in front of him. Her words were gentle now. Like a mother talking to her son.
"I think I've already helped you. I think you're finally admitting you yourself that you do have problems. That's the first and hardest step; getting over the denial. Don't you see? Just being with me is making you think. You've already begun to help me. With that animal you gave me. Baby steps, right? If you want me to do something for you, you have to be completely honest from now on,"
Giselle's expression was a serious one. This was important beyond anything she talked about tonight. She knew she was right. She was always right. And she was starting to finally prove it. The war was turning in her favor.
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Post by Ellie on Jul 19, 2008 15:31:44 GMT -5
"But I know, I do," he stressed looking up at her, "But just because you know something doesn't stop you from lying about it, even to yourself. It's just, a quick fix sort of thing, overall I get that I have problems, just, I pretend I don't at times, that's...not denial? Denial is trying totally convince yourself, I think," he said with eyes half closed in thought, "Plus I always 'think' like this, believe it or not..."
He looked down momentarily to draw his legs indianstyle on the bed and to take a drag from the cigarette he could tell Giselle wasn't fond of.
"And I've been honest with you nearly the whole night, you just haven't asked the right questions is all..."
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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 19, 2008 18:10:40 GMT -5
Giselle crossed her arms and stared him down. She wasn't pleased. He was doing it again. "Stop this. Even you don't see the truth in your own words. 'I think' you say. Well what do you really think. Lars? What questions do you want me to ask? Huh? We're too old to be playing games at a time like this."
She just didn't understand. She tried to be nice and it didn't work, she tried being seductive and it didn't work. She even tried on her nasty side for size and even that didn't work. What was she supposed to do?
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Post by Ellie on Jul 19, 2008 20:29:42 GMT -5
"That IS what I really think," he said exasperated, "I have no other clue on what else you want me to think, I have no clue what you even want from me, and I don't know what things you want answered!" he said running his hand through his hair.
"I'm perfectly young enough to play games. I'm not even over half of a half century old," he said getting up from the bed with a frown and moved past her to get the ashtray he had spotted a while ago on a coffee table by some chairs and a couch.
He flicked the ashes off into it and sat down on the couch, needing a move from that side of the spacey room.
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Post by Giselle Audley on Jul 20, 2008 11:42:37 GMT -5
Giselle threw her hands up in frustration and mumbled something about toilets. They were both hysterical now. It seemed like it spread. Giselle gave Lars his space and sat down where he'd been previously. His scent was still there. Giselle breathed it in.
She honestly didn't know what to say to him at this point. She was on the very verge of giving up completely. She would try out the silent treatment on for size. Giselle lay on her side, giving Lars the full view of her back. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, maybe I should strip. That'd get his full attention. She waved it away. She would most certainly not strip.
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