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Post by Ginny Sulai on Jul 11, 2010 20:53:07 GMT -8
Ginny took her time walking up Second Street. It was almost 6 o'clock, and that was when she was to meet Xaver, but she didn't want to appear too eager by being early. Or exactly on time. She was excited to see him again though.
How strange it was that only a few weeks after a chance encounter (in which Xaver saved her from being possibly raped and beaten inside that club) they should suddenly find each other in a chat room on the internet? Ginny didn't want to admit the creeping thought that they were destined to know each other. Destiny was what you made it.
She brushed a wayward lock of her red hair back, tucking it behind her ear. The rest was pulled into a low pony tail, curving along her neck. Her jacket was almost too warm for her at the moment. She felt a little warm all over. She was excited.
Xaver had seemed like the first honest guy she'd ever met.
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Post by Xaver Xian on Jul 11, 2010 21:20:17 GMT -8
Xaver tilted his wrist, absently checking his watch as he tipped his honey-filled coffee to his mouth and took a long drink. His watch was as silver as the flecks in his dark blue eyes, glittering and new like the anticipation welled up inside him. Ginny was coming to meet him any minute now. The thought was as warm as his coffee.
He was clad in black, pressed pants, nice shoes, and a button-down navy blue dress shirt. His collar was folded easily, a few top buttons undone on his shirt, and his hair was slicked back slightly and out of the way. Other than his watch, he wore no other jewelry. He was clean cut, simple, attractive, and preoccupied with glancing at the door of the cafe.
He sat in a corner booth, quiet and collected against the wall of glass that looked out on a busy intersection. Gripping his mug loosely between his two large, patient hands, Xaver gave an impatient sigh. He rubbed a thumb over the rim of the cup, tearing his gaze from the door and looking out to the street. A variety of Lutherians walked the humid and still-damp concrete today, busily hoarding the sidewalks and intersections as they made their way toward wherever it is they were going.
It was strange to think he had been living in this town for so long, now. Perhaps it was time to move?...
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Post by Ginny Sulai on Jul 13, 2010 18:25:32 GMT -8
Ginny reached the coffee shop just as a large group of teenagers was leaving. She caught the door, a little annoyed that one of the teens hadn't bothered to hold it open, and slipped inside. She stood akwardly in the entrance, looking around the room until she spotted Xaver in the corner.
She took a deep breath, suddenly terrified. She was risking everything by being here. But just seeing him made her not give a damn. She started over, a slow smile beginning on her lips.
"Hi." Ginny half whispered when she got to the table.
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Post by Xaver Xian on Jul 16, 2010 1:11:21 GMT -8
Xaver looked back over to the door, watching. Waiting. He was about to turn back to the window, when a shock of red hair caught his gaze. He shifted in his seat slightly, fingers of one hand still gripping his coffee mug and his other arm draped over the back of the seat.
He caught her small smile, and his lips tilted skyward. The smiling creases at the corners of his striking eyes became more pronounced as he truly smiled, white teeth showing beneath pulled lips.
When she got to the table Xaver rose, opening his arms in greeting.
"Hello again," he said gently.
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Post by Ginny Sulai on Jul 17, 2010 5:38:45 GMT -8
She gave him a quick, friendly hug before sliding into the seat across from him. But her mind was still back in the moment of the hug. His arms were solid, and he smelled so nice...
Annoyingly, she forced herself away from those thoughts, focusing on the fact that if she got caught here she'd get hurt. Bad. Larus was a dick on good days, but this could make him crazy mad. And crazy was dangerous.
"What's that?" She asked, motioning towards his cup. Small talk. Useless talk. But where else could she start? She felt so strange. Nervous, excited...almost content. How was it that he made her nervous and calm at the same time?
There was something different about this guy.
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Post by Xaver Xian on Jul 17, 2010 18:19:08 GMT -8
She slid into her seat, and so Xaver easily lowered himself back into his end of the booth, settling comfortably into the false-leather seat and nudging his heavy black coat farther to the side. It was beginning to rain outside beyond the walls and glass of the coffee shop they now inhabited, just as he'd predicted. His shoulders ached at the thought, desire to spread his wings and fly in the changing weather something he had to willingly suppress. For the moment, at least.
Ginny across from him, had motioned toward his cooling mug. "What's that?" she said, tones as pretty as her face. Her human, lively face. He needed to remember that.
"My coffee?" His tones were easy-going and gentle. Calm and patient as he always tried to be. "Black, as you might say, and loaded with honey."
Xaver loved sweets. He had a sugar tooth as big as any Fallen he could name. Thank the gods for his nonhuman heritage, or me might be as big as a house by now. That, and military training.
"Would you like anything?" He nabbed the menu out of the little holder at the end of the table, and offered it to her over a small smile. "My treat. Quite literally, actually, in this sugar shop."
It was, in reality, your basic run of the mill overpriced coffee shop that served it black, moca-chappe-chino-with-anything-else, or cold, but Xaver had taken a liking to it anyway.
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Post by Ginny Sulai on Jul 18, 2010 18:43:55 GMT -8
"Would you like anything?"
Ginny hesitated, then smiled weakly. Well...it was his treat. "Just a coffee with milk. Please."
She unzipped her jacket, shrugging out of it to reveal a pretty grey t-shirt unbuttoned halfway over a blue tank top. Distracted for a moment by the rain on the window she lifted a hand absentmindedly and brushed a lock of her shocking red hair back before focusing back on Xaver.
"I love to go for walks after it's done raining" She said softly, aware that she had never told anyone that before. Ginny had always been a very private person, and not even her family back home knew much about her likes. Larus knew a lot of her dislikes. It was the best way to get to her, to get under her skin.
Ginny glanced around the room for a moment, unable to shake the idea that somehow she would pay for this little rendezvous.
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Post by Xaver Xian on Jul 26, 2010 5:02:06 GMT -8
"Just a coffee with milk. Please."
Xaver relayed her order to the waitress, putting it on his tab. The busty waitress bustled away to serve other customers and place the new order, and he looked to Ginny as she unzipped her jacket. She was a pretty girl, dainty as she was timid, and Xaver found her appealing despite her being human and probably unknowing of what he was.
He brought his blue stars imprinted mug to his lips, stick figures swinging wooden swords at each other with comical exclamations coming into view just momentarily before he brought it back down. He loved his cheesy mug, and the waiters knew it too. Xaver could often be found in this little hole in the wall. He liked the odd view of the city. He felt very much like an outsider looking in on the best of days - to have an equal scene sometimes just seemed appropriate. It was, again, odd he'd asked her here. This was his 'spot', after all.
"I love to go for walks after it's done raining."
Xaver focused once more on her eyes, having become lost as her fingers swept her pretty red hair.
"I like to fly in it." It was a simple, but loaded statement.
At that moment, a scream let out from the kitchen.
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Post by Ginny Sulai on Aug 2, 2010 17:58:27 GMT -8
"I like to fly in it."
Say what? Ginny could hear the intensiveness in his voice, and she had a feeling he didn't mean he was a pilot. She'd know he was different... She just didn't know HOW different.
The problem was, just as she leaned forward to quiz him, and quiz him she intended to do, there was a scream, which resulted in her jumping out of her skin in surprise. She almost screamed herself.
"What the fuck?" She turned toward the kitchen, growing slightly pale. Ginny wasn't a coward, and she stood up, as if to go help whomever was screaming. Although she had no idea why they were screaming. Sometimes Ginny wished she'd been born blond, so she'd have an excuse for her stupidity.
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Post by Xaver Xian on Apr 4, 2011 19:17:11 GMT -8
A loud, soul-wrenching scream sounded from the kitchens, and Xaver visibly tightened, straightening almost protectively over the little woman sitting across him. The scream was female in tone, though it was blood curdling, and loud enough to startle waiters to drop their pans and shatter mugs, and for customers to crouch to the floors and look around in surprise. Just as suddenly the scream was cut short, forever silenced by a loud shot. Customers shrieked and scrambled, but were again subdued by a machine gun letting loose and pelting bullets out of the now opened kitchen swinging doors into the dining area.
"Any more nons out there?" A gravelly tone hollered out. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
Combat boots crunched on the chunks of glass and wall that had been gouged out by bullets, a group of masked heads seated on huge bodies striding out like buffalo from the now-silent kitchen.
Caught unawares, Xaver was more angered than anything, though all his ingrained reactions were stilled at the startling of the woman beside him. Ginny was very human, and though she was fiery at heart, she was vulnerable. The leading brute kicked the legs out of a startled couple huddling at the bar counter, and was dangling his guns over their heads. Thanking that he and Ginny had not yet been noticed, huddled away in their nook across the coffee shop, Xaver took Ginny's dainty hand within his own cooler, large one. He squeezed gently, reassuringly, then suddenly he was seated beside her. Moving quicker than the eye could follow, Xaver had moved from his side of the booth to hers, never letting go of her hand. His heavy, omniscient blue gaze begged her silence over her shock, even as he tugged her closer to his solid form, preparing to spring. Preparing to get them the hell out of the chaos that his favorite place in St.Luthor had become. Nothing ever lasted in this town.
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Post by Ginny Sulai on Apr 5, 2011 5:53:40 GMT -8
"Any more nons out there?"
Fucking seriously? Ginny suppressed an aggravated groan of absolute annoyance. Really? Here? What the fuck.
"Come out, come out wherever you are..."
Fucking prick.
Ginny was about to spit out something snarky and sarcastic, but as she opened her mouth, she was surprised to find Xaver's hand within her, his body next to her in the booth. She closed her mouth, wondering when the hell that had happened.
She looked at him, trying very hard to read his face, closing her mouth as she realized something incredibly important.
He probably wasn't human.
She'd met him in a predominantly non club. He just said he liked to fly in the rain.
They were a target.
She gave his hand a squeeze back, raising her eyebrows and twitching the corners of her mouth. It was kind of funny, in a way. And just her luck.
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Post by Xaver Xian on Apr 5, 2011 8:44:30 GMT -8
Xaver was about to whisper assurances to her when she squeezed his hand back. It took him off guard so much, that he simply blinked at her for a moment. Her raised eyebrows and the beginnings of a smile made him truly stare. All this, and she was comfortable with him? Xaver had a feeling that Ginny didn't think he was very human anymore, but she was still putting a little faith in him. What a weird little human she was.
Xaver liked her. Human or not, she was gorgeous and had the personality of a goddess to boot. They were in the middle of a shoot-up, and she could smile at him. Bright red hair that could catch him from anywhere..
Xaver gave a low cough, adjusting his thoughts, then offered Ginny a rare oddity - a small smile. A corner of his pouty mouth tilted towards the skies he often inhabited, brilliantly white teeth showing beneath as the murky oceans of his blue eyes softened at the corners. His face truly captured the act of a smile, when he dared show it without falsity. He gave her a slight nod, tilting his head toward the bathrooms around the corner from their booth, hidden from sight of the shooters. Giving her a slight tug on her hand, he slowly stood up..
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Post by Ginny Sulai on Apr 5, 2011 8:54:27 GMT -8
He smiled back at her and Ginny felt something within her tug. His smile radiated, it warmed her. He indicated towards the bathrooms and Ginny gave a very small nod. As Xaver slowly stood, she slipped out of the booth after, thankful for jeans and sneakers.
Thankful she had never been one to wear heels, or flashy clothing. She left her coat in the booth, it was a windbreaker and made noise.
If there was anything Ginny had gotten skilled at, it was sneaking. She was a thief, after all.
There was a loud sickening thud, as the leading gunman, who had been aiming at the couple, smashed the barrel of the gun against the mans cheek.
Instantly Ginny felt angry. The man had done nothing wrong. She looked to Xaver, gave him a slight push towards the bathrooms. They only had a few options, and becoming hostages as well just was not one of them.
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Post by Xaver Xian on Apr 5, 2011 9:12:04 GMT -8
When the shooter smashed the butt of the gun into the innocent man's face, and his partner began screaming in fear, Xaver's whole body tensed. It was wrong; they were wrong. It was the hand holding his that stopped him from initially ripping their hearts out. The shooter brought the butt of the gun down onto the face of the woman trying to console her partner, and Xaver lost it.
"Go to the bathroom, Ginny. Lock the door. Don't come out until I come for you. Please?"
He squeezed her hand gently, but all traces of his former smile were gone. In its place were hard, ancient lines of a trained warrior flexing his mental muscles. He was going to kill the man, and his accomplices. He just didn't want Ginny to see it. Knowing, in all senses, that she would know anyway what he'd done, and that she'd probably fear and hate him anyway. Such were the ways of humans Xaver knew.
In St.Luthor, in these days, it was hard for a non-human to survive. Jobs and food were hard to come by because of the profiling that, while 'illegal', was still running rampant. It didn't help that many of the racist bastards were running amok with guns galore hoping to restore some sort of order. Xaver had been assaulted twice in the last week by suspecting imbeciles. If assault is what you could call it... by the time he was through with them, they didn't remember his face, let alone their own mothers' names.
His words had brought the attention of one of the companions. They slung their large, pompous guns off their shoulders and tilted their heads at the dark haired man opposite them, holding the hand of a small red-head.
"Come to play?"
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Post by Ginny Sulai on Apr 5, 2011 9:28:14 GMT -8
"Go to the bathroom, Ginny. Lock the door. Don't come out until I come for you. Please?"
Ginny didn't have time to even laugh. She wasn't going anywhere. He was obviously worried, and Ginny knew she looked completely worthless when it came to a fight. But she wasn't that helpless.
She was poor, had grown up poor, lived with an abusive guy who basically used her to make more money, dealt with his group of flunkies. This ragtag bunch of losers had guns, but she'd been threatened with guns before.
"Come to play?"
"Sure," Ginny said with a strange grin, "just let me tie my shoes."
She bent down, as if to tie her sneaker, but it was already tied. She stayed down, her hand on her ankle, where under her jeans hid a small but sharp knife.
There was more than one gun pointed at her and the group of men were obviously still confused by her smile and laughing tone. Just confused enough, she hoped, that Xaver would take the hint that she was about to do something very stupid for some one with guns pointed at her.
She stood back up, slowly, and as she did so she whipped the knife at the closest assailant, hitting him, miraculously, in the throat. The angle was awkward, and he grabbed at his throat, making the drastic mistake of pulling the knife out. The fountain of blood was sickening.
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