Kurai
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Post by Kurai on Jun 28, 2006 14:53:40 GMT -5
[Gladly. I sure as hell don't need 10-12 hours of sleep a night. >>;]
Kurai groaned as she felt the weight of the of his arm around her shoulders and turned her head to give him a glare of annoyance.
"Lay down? It's just a headache! I'll be fine."
Taking it none too slowly, she quickly got off the stool and spun around to say something more to him, only to regret the choice of actions. Closing her eyes, she placed her arms out in order to try and keep herself balanced on the rapidly spinning room. Staggering, she placed a hand to her forehead and tried to get a grip on something so as to keep herself from falling.
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|[guth]|
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Post by |[guth]| on Jun 28, 2006 15:04:28 GMT -5
The Decker stepped back and leaned against his stool, letting Kurai do her thing. Folding his arms, he shrugged.
"Or you could just collapse there in a heap, y'know. All fun and all that. I know vertigo is one of those things that just makes people dance with joy." He cleared his throat to make his point a little more sharply. "Or nausea."
He waited with an amused smile while she tried to catch her balance. He knew she'd eventually figure out which way was up, but he hoped it was before he lost interest and left her to herself. The Shadowlands needed checking, as his payment for her drinks had lost him another meal.
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Kurai
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Post by Kurai on Jun 28, 2006 15:14:42 GMT -5
"... shut up."
Opening her eyes slowly, Kurai cast him a nasty glare and remained where she stood. Gently rubbing her temples, she sighed and dropped her hands to her sides. Looking at the Decker, it was obvious she was willing to accept help, but wasn't too happy about having to do so.
"Okay. Maybe I'm not as fine as I claimed." She looked away from his face, but made sure not to turn her head too fast; she really didn't want to go for another spin trip. ._.;
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|[guth]|
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Post by |[guth]| on Jun 28, 2006 15:26:19 GMT -5
The man nodded, satisfied.
"I don't think you are. But don't worry. As I said, it's just down the way. And you can stay as long as you like--I don't use it often. Just drop by often enough to keep out the hobos for when I do need it."
So as not to embarass Kurai by making it seem as if she were completely drunk, he held out the crook of his arm for her to hold. He could still guide her that way, and she could lean on him if she got dizzy again, but she wouldn't be forced to.
Guth continued to smile, as he found the whole situation quite amusing. He was rather glad he'd butted in. Made his evening much more interesting.
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Kurai
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Post by Kurai on Jun 28, 2006 16:33:09 GMT -5
"Alright. I guess I should thank you at some point and time."
Carefully placing a hand on the offered crook of arm, Kurai sighed and watched the ground. "... thanks." It wasn't often she received help, and she wasn't one to usually take it; she liked being independant. There were times, thouh, that she had to give in and take the help. Like now.
"I s'pose I should, um, apologize for my, uh, earlier behavior..."
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|[guth]|
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Post by |[guth]| on Jun 28, 2006 17:24:27 GMT -5
The Decker strode deliberately out of the bar, confidently enough that most people noticed him coming and moved so the two could pass, but slowly enough that Kurai wouldn't have difficulty keeping her footing.
"Heh, don't worry about it. With the way the whole world will eat you alive if you don't keep a tough face, I don't blame you." He chuckled softly.
The two took a left out of the bar, and a right into an alley just beyond. The Decker held his free hand close to his knife sheath, despite the fact that this part of town wasn't particularly well known for crime. Just to be safe. Guth stopped at the door of a somewhat run down apartment building and tugged on the knob. The door didn't budge, so he kicked it at the base. With a complaining squeal, the door swung open, revealing a foyer with staircases leading up and down. Taking the stairs leading upwards, he led Kurai to an apartment and paused.
"Eh...wait here for a sec," he smirked.
Fumbling out a small ring of keys, he unlocked the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. A moment passed, then a pair of voices yelling, followed by a gunshot. Two shrieks, one right after the other, came next, then silence. The door opened again, and Guth dragged out a rather dirty, frail looking man still clutching a mini pistol. Blood oozed from his gun hand and from a deep knife cut on his cheek.
Wordlessly, the Decker tossed the man in the corner by the stairs and waved Kurai inside.
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Kurai
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Post by Kurai on Jun 29, 2006 1:29:43 GMT -5
Walking out with Guth, Kurai found it easy to keep up with him, but remained close so as not to bump into someone else. That was the last thing she needed.
"If you say so."
Watching her feet as she walked, Kurai found herself leaning on the Decker a bit for support. Whether she'd ever admit to it later on was a different story. Despite her condition, her free hand was rested upon her gun. Should someone try to attack them, there was no way she was going to go down without a fight. Seeing the door to the apartment, though, brought forth an expression of distaste. "A bit run down, eh?"
Going up the stairs, Kurai was suprised she didn't trip all the way up. The numbers of steps nearly missed were more than fingers she had on her hands. Patiently leaning against the wall as he entered the apartment, she merely raised an eyebrow at the sounds that issued forth.
Looking at the man the Decker tossed out of the apartment, she scoffed. "I would have killed him if he had taken a shot at me." Shaking her head, and regretting it, she walked into the apartment.
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|[guth]|
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Post by |[guth]| on Jun 29, 2006 9:43:36 GMT -5
Casting a final frown at the quivering hobo, Guth walked in behind Kurai and shut and locked the door.
"Yes, well, I like to save that for more egregious offenses. Assault, for example."
The Decker swatted on the light. The dim bulb was enough that one could pick their way through the somewhat bare room without tripping--assuming they were sober--but not enough for reading by any measure. The carpet was stained in a few places and a little shaggy, but no patches missing at least. A slightly threadbare couch sat in the corner by a window that, while mostly clean, was dusty and stitched with cobwebs. In fact, most things seemed to have a thin if patchy layer of dust and webbing, but as Guth had said he didn't visit the place too often it wasn't particularly surprising. In front of the couch was a small coffee table that looked like it needed a bit of a stain job, but was serviceable. In fact, most things in the small apartment were in need of a little surface repair but were overall still quite usable. Utilitarian was the word that came to mind.
Off to the right was a short hallway that led to two rooms: a small kitchen and a lavatory.
"Make yourself at home. If you've got a deck, there's a jack right there." He pointed to the wall across from the couch. "Otherwise, they've got connections back at the bar."
He strode into the kitchen and pulled a can of water and a chiller from the shelf. Snapping the chiller to get it cooling, he tossed it and the can into an ice chest.
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Kurai
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Post by Kurai on Jul 2, 2006 22:34:52 GMT -5
"Hmph. It's a dog eat dog world."
As soon as he flicked on the light, Kurai flinched at the sudden light, despite how dim it was. Allowing her eyes to adjust to the lighting, she slowly looked about the room. Overlooking the stained carpet, dust, and webbing, she began to make her way over to the couch by the window. Banging her shin on the coffee table, she muttered a few curses before flopping down onto the couch.
Making herself comfortable, she closed her eyes and was out faster than one could say torpid. She never heard him tell her to make herself at home, she had already done so. Her hair slowly slipped over her face with the gentle rise and fall of her lungs as they filled with oxygen and released carbon dioxide. All in all, the alcohol had finally caused her to crash on his couch.
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|[guth]|
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Post by |[guth]| on Jul 2, 2006 23:00:05 GMT -5
"I'm gonna check Shadowlands and th--oh. Heh."
The decker emerged from the kitchen, a cold wet washcloth in hand. He folded it into a strip as he strode over to Kurai. Pushing her bangs aside gently, he laid the cloth over her forehead and smoothed it down. Sighing, he smiled and half-chuckled as he stepped back into the kitchen. A simple box of dried protein foodstuff was set next to the icebox, along with a glass, plate, fork, napkin and pot. It wasn't the tastiest, but it was all he really kept there.
After a quick trip to the lavatory, he glanced over at Kurai's sleeping form before pulling two objects the size of his hand, one from each knee pocket, and snapping them together into a cyberdeck. He unwound the datajack from his forehead, stranded it down and plugged it into the device and the jack on the wall.
And I'm too boring to write about all the cool stuff he did on the Shadowlands. Suffice it to say that some half hour later he jacked out, replaced his equipment, shook the settling daze of sleepiness off and stood up. Giving one last glance around the apartment, he cracked his neck and reached over to the table. A single key was laid there before he strode to the door, opened, exited, locked and thus vanished from the area.
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