[SOMBRA] Im Pins and Im Needles

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Alexander paused his walking outside to this new apartment he had started renting out, leaning against a wall, and taking the last cigarette in his last packet of english cigarettes. He had decided to move to america, just for a little while, or maybe alot longer if he got to loving america. He would miss london,Because that place had been his central home for his whole 120 years. But he could visit it whenever he wanted he guessed. Though the plane rides where the worst part of travelling. Panic attacks where ineviabital, but sleeping pills where the answer to his proplems. Snoozeing away on a death flight. Peaceful really.

He Grudgenly finshed the cigarette off, and exhaled the last of the smoke clouds. He was definatly going to miss the english cigarettes. He brushed his hair haphazeredly with his hand, and looked up at the apartment above him. He didnt know what the plan was if his new roommate asked why the curtians where always closed during the day, and if they opened them, well he was screwed. Maybe He would just stay in his room and claim to be an internet addict.

He forgot about this current thoughts and decided to enter the buliding where the apartment was, He had trouble finding the key, as he really was unorganized and just threw it into his bag. as he decended the stairs, as the lift was broke, he was hit with the feeling of nervousness, he was starting afresh and meeting someone he'd never met before. What if their a jackass, or dont like me? He thought biting his lip and fumbleing with the key in the keyhole. He locked the door.
Its open?...Oh shit...their already in then...

OOC: Its short, because i suck at starting posts >.<

[*sombra delgadillo]

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A new place of residence was always something that would require adjustment, even for a normal soul. The lack of a docile nature within Sombra was just one more reason why moving was always troublesome. Of course, she’d never done it – she’d never had a place of residence or a home address. She was a roamer and lived as such, hotel rooms and her victims’ houses always did well enough. But as she kept a job as a mechanic, even after quitting Blackwell Industries, there would be a necessity to be in California more often than she wasn’t. Why California? The cool nights were pleasant and there were plenty of hot cars roaming the streets.

Today Sombra was in total grunge-wear. At least that would be the appearance. A t-shirt, boxers and a pair of semi-worn converse. She felt grimy, dirtied and sullied from the constantly ascendant dust as she put lamps up, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed, moved furniture around and unpacked her clothing. She rarely kept track of how many clothing sets she had, let alone the jewelry. But as she did so it became painfully clear she was in fact a woman, for all her butch tendencies.

She wasn’t what one might call decent at this point in time. Her hair was pulled back into a high messy bun aloft her skull and she wore no makeup to speak of save for a light sheen of lip gloss which was used simply to make certain her labrums didn’t chap. Sombra couldn’t stand cracked lips. They were simply annoying. Humming quietly as she straightened the centerpiece on the dining room table before meandering back to the living room to move a lamp from one table to another. So she was nesting, but then again this was an entirely new experience for her.

The tune of Gary Allan’s “She’s So California” blared from the stereo’s speakers against the side table beneath a mirror and she danced absently to the tune just as she wandered around the premises, straightening things, mirrors, painting frames. The couches were neatly arranged, beads on the wall a fake flower on the small square table. She was righting a small end piece and then folding towels to place in the laundry room arranged in the hall. A brow ascended slowly as there was a click at the lock, wolf senses piquing. Immediately in a half and half form, she crept to the open kitchen area, retrieving a knife and then an apple from the fridgerator.

At that point she shifted back into human form and appeared to be cutting absentmindedly as she stared at the door. A faint sneer was obvious upon her features as she sliced the seeds from the core and dumped them in the trashcan. ”Come in.” She encouraged, feigning a welcoming smile though as the scent filled the room she realized two things. One, it was a vampire. Two, it was one she was familiar with. Alexander was it? The pansy. A brow ascended and she smirked, mirth filling her gaze before she moved around the kitchen, swiftly unlocked the door and swung it open. ”Figures.” She grumbled over her shoulder as she moved back towards the kitchen to pick up a slice of the fruit and take a bite. Naturally the wolf protested, but the human was fond of it.

”Roommates with the big bad wolf. Scared, Alex?”

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As soon as Alexander heard that voice he knew he was in for a ride. And not a Happy mild thrill of a childrens ride, but the ones that make your stomach want to crawl into a corner and die, and then your head feels like its going to explode. After you puke your guts out because of the overwhelming effect it has on you. Maybe he should turn around now and come back another day whenever he has mentally prepared himself to live with a scary sun-loving pmsing dog. Taking that cigarette, was a very good idea.

He chewed on his lip while he was about to open the door, but instead opened itself and was met with the familiar look of Sombra. He Swallowed and looked around, Yeah, the same apartment that he thought looked pretty rad and comfortable. And she had been tidying. How nice.
"Yeah. I missed you of course."He mumbled sighing, and taking his messenger bag off of his shoulders and setting it down gently beside the main sofa, as not to make her already kick up a fuss of making a mess, or throwing things in a random place, Because well, he did that alot.

Whenever he finally decided to look at his new room-mate rather than admiring the room.He tried his best to hide the grin that was appearing on his face. She looked in no way expecting someone to be over. Then again, It was nice to see a woman without all the shit ton of make-up plastered on her face. She didn't look terribly scary currently, but he knew if she sent one of her glares over at him, Looks would really kill.

He exhaled loudly and stood awkwardly looking at his feet. At least she couldn't kill him now. Don't want to get melted flesh all over the new place. He grimaced at that thought.
"You Can't hurt me now right?....I mean...Roommates...Nice to each other...even if one of them does wind you up the wrong way and you then get all hairy and snarly..."Alexander said, the tone of his voice going higher the longer he talked.
Maybe i should have brought my suitcase and box of shit out of the hotel...I guess i can do that later. Chance to get over what's happening.
"At least you'll have a nice london accent to listen to..."He offered, knowing full well that was an overstatement. Londoners where annoying enough to himself and he was one. And well, various words he said differently to Americans. It's not Pants, its trousers, its not mom, its mum. That was bound to get on her nerves as well. Hence why he was going to be very careful with his over englishness.

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The strangled speech he relinquished towards her was vaguely entertaining but only just so, therefore the sole respond endowed it was a “heh” sound as she maneuvered back towards the kitchen. Within her own skull she was going over her list of purchased supplies. Yes, supplies, as far as the wolf was concerned such niceties were unnecessary. There was plenty of fresh prey to be had and water was easy to come by. However, the human wanted coffee and toothpaste and conditioner and fruit and cutlery. There was simply something pleasant about having such things. Things that made her aware that however beastly she was during the night, she still was redeemable during the day.

Sombra was a complex creature, both embracing of herself and broken in it. There were days where she longed for some sense of normality, some sense of being whole and not a creature torn in two. Then there were other days where the werewolf was stronger, the feral beast massacring any prospect of wanting anything to do with the filth that was the human race. They were poor excuses for beings after all weren’t they? Or perhaps the wolf simply disliked them. It was not necessarily a one or the other scenario. It was probably a mixture as all things seemed to be when it came to Sombra.

As he shifted his weight in that strange, uncomfortable way he would have if he were some lanky teenager, she frowned and sized up the parasite. Leech. Cradling her features in her palm as she chewed the bittersweet fruit, she attempted to disclose some vague sense of sympathy but could not conjure anything remotely like it. Instead she shrugged at his reasoning. ”Or I could set you and this apartment complex ablaze and find new housing. Either way.” Yawning, she finished the food and dropped it in the trash can, pulling a Coke out of the fridge and popping the lid.

”Odds are the next one I get would be even more annoying than you are anyway.” It was her consent to his presence however begrudging it was. Frowning mildly, she stretched and eyed him. ”You look like you need to pee.” She remarked, smirking lazily before wandering down the hall. ”The rooms are the same size but I’m sure you know that. So you get the empty one.” Stating the obvious just to fill the silence. Frankly if he kept looking the way he did now she’d kill him out of pity. At the mention of having a nice accent to listen to, a brow ascended.

”I doubt I’ll be around much, and even so the way your tone fluctuates because of your nerves ruins whatever appeal it would have.” It was a calm, dismissive remark as she studied her reflection briefly – having recalled what attire she wore at present…To change or not to change. The latter won. Moving back to the living room, it was a day to laze about – she was neglecting the garage and preparing to plop on the couch and vegetate with some popcorn. What was good on TV? Probably nothing, moving back to the living room, she climbed over the back of the couch, grabbed the remote and settled in – ah, the American pastime.

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Alexander nearly choked on his own spit at the mention of burning him and then this place. She seemed the type to not mince her words, and well capable of doing that. "Its such a nice home though."Alex said with subconscious pleading.
Hopefully she wouldn't take that as 'Yeah, its okay to burn me, but not the house.' She seemed fairly comfortable around the apartment, as for he just stood like a lost child. He knew he would have to speak up if he disagreed with something, but he still thought about being a mute, just till he got used to the place and she got used to him for whatever period of time she was about the place.

Alexander approached the kitchen cupboards in search for coffee. If she had got coffee, his fear of her would go down a little. It was relieving to see her just act human, And nerves decreased dramatically whenever he did find the jar of instant heaven. He was ready to call this place home now.And he did get the feeling she was trying to get used to him. He smiled just a little bit as he opened the coffee up and smelt it.

With an unknown courage, that may have come from sniffing the coffee, though he doubted it, He approached Sombra who resided on the sofa. "Movie?"He asked politely as he could manage, still clutching the coffee jar like a comfort blanket. This was going to be a first if he did sit down and watch anything with her. He might as well 'get to know' her, since he was living with her. Maybe they could reach a common ground on things. Seems unlikely though, as long as I'm still slurping up blood while I'm here. He was waiting for her to come back with something that will just make him back-off in shame.

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The male’s attempt at pleading induced a mild but seemingly feigned smirk of disinterest – in both the idea that the building was not expendable. The concept that he was somehow special was nothing short of ludicrous so she didn’t even entertain the thought as she assumed that would be what he brought up next. Some vampires are okay, right? No. Making a vain attempt not to roll her eyes, she frowned lazily towards the vampire. Alexander you silly thing. Listening to him scrounge around the cabinets for God knows what, Sombra could not induce compassion however much she may have wanted to – she didn’t.

Like a new sailor though he seemed to be getting his sea legs and adjusting to this vastly strange new line up of surroundings. After all a werewolf as a roommate must be quite frightening, unless you’re a vampire in which case it really shouldn’t be. Rolling her oculi at just how pathetic she found him, she wiggled closer into the cushions fussily. Reaching for a nearby blanket, she tucked herself in and arched a brow at his suggestion. Movie. Like this was some sort of cozy everyday happening here in Cali. Arching a brow slowly at him she appeared to consider the idea however briefly.

Shrugging lazily she nodded towards the shelves that encased a few DVDs beside the TV. ”There are no horror movies or vampire flicks so I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you.” She remarked unceremoniously. Sure it was an odd thing to observe upon but she wanted it to be made clear that this was not some sort of weird bonding thing. This was just a relief from his awkwardness, an interval between his nervous panting and odd attempts at defending himself from assaults she had not yet initiated.

Tossing her skull in an immediate act of boredom, she made certain there was ample space so that there was no need for him to crowd near her in the slightest. The wolf within was already snarling at the idea of her finding entertainment in the company of an immortal, let alone living with one. The lupine had thought she was insane for not setting him ablaze on sight. Then again it was always shocked at the human’s mercy. Sombra was accustomed to its snarls of protests and did what she always did – shunned the sound and went on about her business. After all the wolf was no one really special and it would likely repeat itself.

However unwise it was to store up the beast’s angst she reasoned that whatever did end up happening would have a way o f coming around without her help and so she didn’t fret herself over the minor detail that she was holding back her true nature. Then again what was Sombra’s nature? Oh yes. There was nothing left of that. Sombra Delgadillo was a skeleton as much as any vampire in the fact that she was not a shred of what she once was and yet not at all sad to find she was changed. She occasionally reminisced but only to keep her human sane. Sweet old movies.