Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Mar 6, 2013 20:22:00 GMT -5
If Jakkie could have seen Kevin's face when she left the door slightly open she'd probably have been barreled over in a fit of laughter. His eyes were round and wide as he stared blankly at the door, face flushed red. He couldn't even see her but the running of the water made him embarrassed. He didn't want to rise and close the door for fear of seeing something which would cause her to slap him.
She then spoke.
Did women do this? Even when he'd been in regular school and showered after gym boys DID NOT speak to each other in the bathroom.
"Ahhhh about...about...maybe end of July? Yeah, end of July." He rose then sat down. He couldn't really cross the room without seeing into his bathroom. So he let his eyes wander around to his posters. The one closest to the bathroom was of a Vincent Price film, his eyes piercing into Kevin's soul.
His eyes wandered to Saw then Red Dragon then his bed then-
Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
"Uh...oh..."
Jakki'd left her backpack on the bed.
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 6, 2013 20:39:05 GMT -5
Jakkie had fallen silent as she rubbed a black streak of makeup from her eyes. He'd given her the standard answer she'd honestly expected. She couldn't ask for anymore if he hadn't picked up on the underlying question. So instead she finished washing soap out of her hair, cursing silently as she rubbed soap from her eyes, and proceeded to dry off.
She quickly became aware that her bag had been left on the bed, and unlike Kevin, she didn't seem to see a problem with it. Squeezing some water from her hair, she wrapped the towel tightly around her chest, holding it there by holding it there in her fist.
She pulled the door open muttering, "Turn around if it bothers you.." in an unconcerned voice. Though she was staring at the ground, as slim legs quickly made towards her bag, dropping to sit on the bed with her legs pushed out to the side, and pulled her bag onto her lap. She spared a glance to Kevin, as she routed through her bag, withdrawing articles of clothing, tucking the handle of a brush between her teeth.
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Mar 6, 2013 21:08:56 GMT -5
This was about as close as Kevin had ever been to a naked woman. Like. Ever.
His eyes were wide as he lifted his head when she walked in. It was a cross between embarrassment and utter humiliation. He wasn't sure how to act. Not sure what he was he was supposed to do. As a polite Georgian Southern Gentleman Kevin did avert his eyes. But as a 15 year old boy he kept the emerald orbs locked on the parts of her anatomy he could see.
All of a sudden however, his eyes shut tight and his teeth gritted. WHAT was he doing? It was like a diabetic looking at a piece of candy, he COULDN'T do anything. What was the point of looking? He shook his head and remarked, while his head was turned.
"That was short," he said, "The shower I mean."
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 6, 2013 21:25:29 GMT -5
She raised her eyes without moving her head, to look up at Kevin. It was true, Jakkie wasn't a prude, but in that moment a tingling touch her cheeks. Blush. She was... blushing. This was the last sensation she expected to be experiencing right now, so she shook her head.
"Don't like long showers." she muttered idly, pulling out some stretchy looking pants. "I'm... gonna need for you not to look this time." she cleared her throat, and narrowed her eyes slightly to watch him. When she was fairly sure he wasn't looking, she dropped the top of the towel and hooked the black bra on, then pulled some bottoms on, followed by the stretchy black pants.
"Kay." she'd mumble, as she busied herself with straightening out the shirt before she could pull it on.
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Kevin "Wither" Ford
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Post by Kevin "Wither" Ford on Mar 6, 2013 22:27:16 GMT -5
"Done?"
Kevin turned and saw her dressed and finally breathed though the dangerous thoughts were still banging against his head. KILLER, MURDERER, MONSTER. He shook his head and returned the smile to his face. "Sorry," he said, "As you can see I'm not much for entertaining." He didn't know what else to say. He rubbed the back of his head again nervously. He looked her over.
"So, what have you been doing between when I ran into you on the subway and now?"
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Post by Jakkie Savoy on Mar 6, 2013 22:46:59 GMT -5
She tugged the shirt around her waist to overlap her pants, and pushed her bag off the side of the bed before returning her gaze to Kevin. Jakkie shrugged, before stretching forward, and resting her chest and belly into the bed, arms crossed with her chin on top. Her legs were still tucked to the side, giving her back an odd arched angle, but it was comfortable.
A half smile from her lips and she shrugged, "I'm not looking to be entertained..." she assured him, and then fell to silence again. She had heard his question, but it was difficult to answer, so she remained quiet for a little while, considering how best to answer him.
Her eyes, though still red, were much less intimidating without her black makeup thickly applied. Heck, she might have even passed for 'pretty and innocent', something she'd thrived against while taking to the streets. But she inspected Kevin freely, her gaze lingering on things like his hair, his lips, before eventually returning to his eyes.
"Met some lovely gentlemen in the city who let me bunker down in their homes." she shrugged. The sentence itself was sketchy. Really sketchy sounding. But she tried to make it sound casual enough, as if there wouldn't be expected string attached to the kind of thing she had been doing.
And there would've been. If she couldn't have protected herself with her mutation.
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