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Post by Lonestar on Sept 2, 2010 18:51:10 GMT -5
Brow lifted one side of forehead, eyebrow arching to cause the effect in a haughty gesture although she meant it only in jest, even if he did not recognize that; yet. Holding the expression for a moment longer with arms crossed beneath her chest, she let him believe what he wanted before dropping the hoax in exchange for another. Face changed to a feigned mixture of astonishment and intrigue as figured leaned forward, forearms resting upon the table top. Really? I did not think you had those sorts of experiences with your own sex. Did you enjoy it? Grinning in an uncontrollably broad way, the maiden let out the laughter that bubbled up from inside of her while falling back to rest against the booth once again, posture straight as shoulder blades pressed lightly against the cushion. The teenage remark had always brought amusement to her whenever it was used and she had even occasionally found a situation when yelling out "that's what she said" was both perfectly acceptable and welcomed. True, it may be an immature indulgence, but was it really that important to grow up so quickly and completely? Life was too short to not enjoy the little things or keep what you want to say bottled up and no one had the right to judge another on what they said, whether it be socially correct within the company they kept or not. The next question she directed at him gained her a look of disbelief, making the chica shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze, irritation rising at the way the man was reacting to her genuine curiosity, but also at herself for allowing his opinion to affect her as he now was. Gritting her teeth, Niyna glared across the table at him, lips pressed into a thin, pale line, taught skin giving the naturally darker features more emphasis. Do not look at me as if I am some alien. She snapped, letting her hot temper it's rein. I do not know your dishes y[pronounced eeeee] I do not believe you would know what chilorio es. Crossing forearms in front of her ribs, the mamacita held her appearance, looking away from him after he had described what all was in the lasagna he had ordered for her. It sounded safe enough, even though noodles were not necessarily something she ate a lot of. Mostly, the only sort of flour based food she ate were tortillas, but she did occasionally eat other sorts of food which were not rooted in her heritage. Hearing a spanish word stick out like a sore thumb as he spoke it with his own thick accent, her attention returned to him, noticing that he was staring not at her, but rather behind her where the front door was. Hearing a chime, the temptation to look around almost consumed her, but after living her entire life in a gang town, she knew better than to make yourself the object of attention when in a situation that you did not have the upper hand in. Smirk settled upon mask and arms unfolded from in front of her, eyebrow rising once again in questioning at the male. ¿Qué pasa hombre? You sound skeptical. Do you not believe what I say? Vocals confronted him, only a slight bit of sarcasm dripping from the words last words while kissers twisted sourly. Gaze dropped to where his hand lay upon the table, nervously drumming upon the surface in a way that quickly grew annoying. Sighing heavily, the woman grew intolerable and reached out quickly to lay her hand on his, stilling any further movement. Turning her attention back to the underlying challenge in his statement, figure slowly rose from where she sat, choosing to move beside him instead of having it go the other way around like she had originally planned so that he could keep watch of the doorway which she was sure he would want just like they all did. Appearing naturally, she played off their touch as a deliberate and meaningful action rather than the impulsive jerk of her muscles which it really was. Sliding into the booth beside him, leg pressed against leg and shoulders bumped; her body instantly aware of the excess heat Will's provided with the close proximity. Confident smile was only a few inches from his face while the damsel's free hand moved beneath the table to rest on his thigh, keeping it more modest by laying her palm closer to the knee than the hips. Tucking head off to the side, chin tilted more towards his as lips moved by his ear, releasing whispered lyrics while knowing that anyone looking on would think she was telling him all the nasty things she wanted to do once they were alone. I act every day of my life. This will be easy. How do you want it? Sweet and flirty or over the top slutty? Which type of girls do you like Will? Mid speech, Niyna's voice switched from normal to provocative while the subject matter changed, syllables playful and teasing. Acting on a whim once again, tongue slid out from behind the lass' teeth to caress the shell of his ear slowly before she jerked away, acting as if nothing had happened while her hand that was on top of the table by his reached across for her glass, bringing it to her lips while hooded pools glance towards the hostess podium, quickly making a mental inventory of the three guys who stood there, one at the head and the other two flanking him on each side. Without needing to ask, she knew that the shorter man was el jefe simply by the way his followers crowded around him in protective positions, whether it was consciously done or not. The glass was set back upon the table and the water swallowed, eyes turning back to the bloke beside her while he spoke further. Laughing softly, dark chocolate surfaces lit up with entertainment at what he said, her body leaning closer with one arm lifting around his shoulders, elbow resting there, while fingers played with his hair like plenty of her sex did with their boys. Mentiroso. I can see it. I am not blind. Tunes informed him, appearing to be completely focused in the way her nails moved over his scalp in random patterns. Thinking nothing of it, she ignored his softly spoken exclamation and leaned away when he shifted forward in his seat, an attempt at either avoiding the trio who had just come in or one at getting free of her hand in his hair. Where it the later, the dame would not really care, but to act as if you boss did not just show up at a place where he undoubtedly knew you were, was not advisable by her standards. Never had any of the Rebeldes ignored one another, even if the only two in the same room were lower level rushers. It was a society built of respect and they kept it strong. Any and all of the members always ditched whomever they were with the instant el jefe showed up and if they did not, consequences came later because there were only two options: either you were too stupid and not doing your job of watching the door and needed to be taught a lesson on observation or you were purposefully acting as if you were not a part of the gang in public and that was the worst of the two, but also the most likely if one ever did not greet el jefe. It was a part of the life to always be alert and aware of your surroundings; even the people in the neighborhoods, not just the members, were constantly conscious of what went on around them.
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Post by william on Sept 4, 2010 16:44:48 GMT -5
watching her imperious expression fill over his face, he didn't know what she was going to speak of. cocking his head to the side, half of his attention on the girl in front of him. her arms crossed over her chest, and she stared him down until relaxing. hearing her speak, returning the joke. [ anal is how i roll, hun. of course i enjoy it. male on male, totally my thing. ] both eyebrows raised quickly, and dropped as soon as they were raised. he rebounded the joke, accepting it, and turning it into a game, really. he used it to get ahead of the game. she probably thought he wouldn't respond, most wouldn't. some even took his sarcastic side very seriously, and didn't take the hint of sarcasm in his vocals. pathetic, really. but he could see how they could mistaken such a thing. his features were completely serious, not even a smile tempted his lips. he was good at keeping a straight face. it helped in his job. hopefully she wouldn't fall for the trick, and actually think he held actions with a male. the least he was expecting was for her to think of a cunning playback. but he was most likely asking for too much. shoulder raised, right arm rested on the back of the booth. he was surprised in the way the girl reacted to his simple facial expression. she snapped at him, and his chin only jutted downwards, hiding a smirk. creating a blank expression before vision raised once again to meet her own. [ no, i don't know what a chilorio is. ] he commented, a small lift of one side of his lips was used. the chime from the door rang, and the girl didn't turn around. hmm, well, she proved that she knew what she was doing. most would shift their weight to the side, and crane their neck to see the characters that just walked in. [ believe? hmm.. ] he chuckled, playing off her lyrics with nothing. he didn't exactly feel like answering such a question. just wasn't in his game plan tonight. her hand held over his, attention being brought back to the table. oh, he was drumming. [ mi dispiace, ] he mumbled. the feeling of her hand felt weird. nice, but weird. knowing that it wasn't there for affection, but rather for him to stop the annoying finger-drumming he tended to do as a habit. she shifted, and he thought she was going to be stupid and prove herself to him. true, his lyrics were more of a challenge than anything. he wouldn't be surprised if she got intimidated and decided to prove herself. but instead, she moved onto his booth. she held a close position, his entire side covered by the lass. her hand sunk under the table, and he felt the light weight of it resting on his thigh bone. the victims ear was tickled by the whispered lyrics, listening contently. arm that hung over the back of the booth slid down, resting on the girl's shoulders, hand gently clasped her far shoulder, thumb running itself along her bare skin. head slightly lowered so then she wouldn't have to stretch up and strain her neck to meet his ear. what type of girl did he want? damn. thinking for a moment, quickly. he had thought about this before. before he met her, before any of the gang. he didn't know what he wanted. or what he was interested in. or anything, really. thumb stopped rolling for a second, mind relapsing. [ don't over-due it.. and.. don't act. ] the last part was slightly unexpected from him. but it was completely true. he didn't want the girl to be acting for the heck of it. he'd rather it be true action, rather just false hope. as.. odd of a thing to say. he didn't like to be played. and really, as much as he hope he did, wish he could play other girls. he put up a true bad boy vibe, but in the end, it breaks apart. however, with the gang, it builds up again. clearing his throat, he looked up. the trio was gone. probably sat down. glancing around fingers tapped on the table's surface once again. however, fingers stopped, mind reminded that the girl didn't enjoy such of an annoyance. feeling her nails scratch against his head, he turned to look at her. he felt like a dog, and usually would have grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away.. but it felt too calming. too good. clearing his throat, [ i have to go talk with them. ] his broken english sometimes not corresponding with grammar. getting up, he maneuvered out of the booth. turning around, kissing the girl on the top of the head. a simple transaction of saying 'sorry that i have to ditch you for a quick moment'. besides, while he was gone, the food would probably arrive. leaving, he moved to the opposing side of the restaurant. finding them, their low hushed voices deep and concentrated on one another. moving forwards, the same slow large pace of the male arriving at the edge of the table. marcello looked up, moved his head, motioning for will to sit down next to ben. he wished to cooperate, but instead, shook his head. [ sono qui con qualcuno. stavo solo controllando dentro qualcosa di importante? ] he asked, hand reaching to the back of his neck, rubbing it. marcello sighed, his back leaning into the booth. [ no. solo il rebeldes. stiamo avendo qualche problema con loro. ] will's vision narrowed. [ with what? ] he asked, english breaking through. ettore's hands clasped together, gathering attention to himself, then spoke, [ territorial problems. ] will nodded, [ hmm, alright. i'll be by the house tonight. ciao. ] he was responded by several 'ciao's while he walked away returning by the girl's side. [ mi dispiace, ] he greeted with his return.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 5, 2010 2:50:16 GMT -5
No reply was made to him, although one easily jumped into her mind. She simply smiled and laughed, respecting that he, unlike some other guys she knew, had the balls to go along with what she said instead of become completely outraged by a little playful comment which meant nothing. Really, it was exasperating when a man took a joke about him being gay over the top as if they actually thought the person who made the comment believed it to be true. Will had done pretty well at keeping a straight face too, something else she had to admire since she herself had not managed to keep the devious smile off facade during the banter. The rest of the time after that, he was pretty much ignored by her, although she did find some triumph in the affirmation of her assumption that he did not know a traditional Mexican dish any more than she knew any traditional Italian dishes. When she moved over to his side of the booth to sit with him, the male settled into the role as easily as he had the night before whenever she had needed him to hide her presence at the party from Carlos and his followers. Niyna had to hand it to him; nothing she ever did seemed to faze him even though quite a few times she tried hard to find some spot where she could catch him off guard. Always, he recovered quickly; rebounded and adjusted to the situation without seeming to think about it. It was all natural to him and that made her a twinge jealous of his abilities. To get where she was now, the maiden had worked on her appearance, learning the ways of life with each new experience and each new lesson. Feeling the weight of his arm settle upon her shoulders, the essa moved closer instinctively, hardly noticing that she had because the circular motion of his thumb against her bare skin was sort of distracting. The touch was soft and warm, caring almost, but the fea knew better than to believe that illusion. It did, however, remind her that not everything about being in a relationship had been bad. True, the majority of the time she and Carlos spent together was filled with fighting, but back when they first started going together he had been sweet; paying attention to her every need and trying to satisfy her no matter what it had been. Back then, she had not been demanding, or so he said. The girl had known what he was before ever agreeing to date him and did so mostly because it was what others thought she should and through their influence, also tricked her own mind into thinking the same. Now, it all seemed like one bad choice after another, but it was just another way for her to learn about life. Pushing memories away, a strange sort of questioning frown turned in his direction at the response he gave to her playfully asking what sort of girl he wanted her to be for the moment. Somehow, her try at getting to him had gotten a serious reply to her mischievous inquiry. Feeling suddenly very personal about the situation, her fingers stopped their movements for a moment, sincere mocha depths staring at him in short lasting silence. Alright. Turning unexpectedly soft spoken, the maiden promised him a real performance through her tone, fingernails slowly starting to pick up their occupation again as time elapsed. He had stunned her into silence: a rare state for the normally very outspoken and sassy chica. After a while, he cleared his throat and announced that he had better go talk to the la stidda that had just walked in, gaining an understanding nod from her as arm fell back to her side and she slid out of the booth to let him out before sitting back down, facade only turned upwards so she could watch, bored, as he walked away. What happened next came as a total shock and instead of watching the bloke step off from where they were seated simply because there was nothing better to do, Niyna marveled after him, wondering why he had thought it necessary to kiss her forehead before leaving like a boy might do to his girlfriend. Despite her confusion as to why the action had taken place, the mamacita could not deny to herself that she had enjoyed it and secretly was waiting impatiently till he would come back. What was wrong with her? Sure, with every passing minute Will was proving to be all the more fun to have around, but her mind told her that to actually want him around her when she tended to be a bit of an independent person was wrong, even if it felt strangely right. Trying unsuccessfully to distract herself by other things, the mexicana was relieved whenever their waiter came to their table with the food, looking a little confused since Will was no longer there and she had switched sides. Grinning unnecessarily wide at him, she sat back as he put her food in front of her and set the other plate across the way before turning upon his heel to swiftly retreat. Gracias. She spoke, reaching across the table and putting Will's plate in front of where he had been sitting before lifting up a fork and staring down at the square looking thing covered in red sauce and cheese just as her phone vibrated within her pocket. Grumbling, she set the silverware down and fished within her front pocket to pull out the device, noticing on the caller ID that it was Torno. Wondering why he was calling, she instantly jumped on high alert and took a deep breath to calm nerves before answering the phone. Oye. ¿Que pasa? Speaking smoothly, she pulled off her relaxed hoax only to get a sharp answer in return that disregarded all that she said. ¿Donde estas? His voice asked curtly, flaring up her anger at being spoken to so carelessly. She paused, trying not to explode on him and during that time of dead air, the italian music got especially loud as the singer started belting out the notes like an opera singer. ¿Que es esto? ¡Dios mio Niyna! ¿No haga me escucha? Territorio de la stidda no es seguro. Estoy en el almuerzo. No es su preocupación donde. Estoy seguro. ¿Satisfecho? Becoming defensive, the woman quickly replied to him and then hung up, not tolerating him grilling her as if he were her mamá. She was fully grown and could do what she wanted with who she wanted. After all, the only thing tying her to the Rebeldes was the color of her skin and the neighborhood in which she lived. Turning attention back to the food, she had just taken a bite of the lasagna and was busy chewing it slowly to assess the taste when her companion came back around the corner. Swallowing as he came to a stop by the table and apologized, she glanced up at him before turning attention to the empty space beside her and reaching over with her fork to his plate and sticking some of what he had ordered to bring it to her mouth. No importante. She spoke before closing lips around the metal warmed by the hot food, dome tilted curiously with narrowed sockets. Finishing with sampling his dish she lifted her eyebrows once then set her fork down picked up her plate in both hands, sliding to the inside of the booth so he would have room on the outside to sit down beside her. Pushing his plate over in front of him with the side of her hand, she then set hers down in the empty space left and took another bite of her food, ignoring the feel of her phone ringing once more within her pocket. The flavor is.... different than what I am used to; the spices much milder, but es bueno. Looking over at him as she gave him her verdict, she leaned over the plate again to avoid getting sauce upon her clothes and put another bite into her mouth, really beginning to enjoy this lasagna.
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Post by william on Sept 6, 2010 12:13:02 GMT -5
he felt bad for taking a joking playful ordeal into a serious one. it wasn't exactly his intentions. he just didn't like to get fooled. or confused by any girl. he was a confusing male, and he knew it. he wanted flirty playful things, and serious times, too. wait, what was he thinking? he shouldn't even have any relation with a girl. glancing over to the girl underneath his arm. but.. no. stopping his thoughts, it was a good time to leave. her reaction to the kiss was just of what he expected it to be. shocked. confused. somewhat enraged. chuckling to himself, goal achieved. returning, the aroma of the food hit him before he even saw it. inhaling the cuisines, he rounded the corner, hand on the wall stabling him. smirking, he watched as the girl easily dug into his own dish, trying it. lips pulled up into a smile, then parted as he let out a small little huff of a chuckle. sitting in his usual spot, fingers grabbed his own fork. twisting it, the metal prods snatching a piece of his dish. pulling up into his mouth, chewing on it. the flavors were like what he was used to. it became plain, since he was so used to every meal tasting like this one. almost. that's why he liked being in america. here they had different restaurants with different ethnics in it. like mexican, chinese, italian, and tons of others. tasting what other people in other countries tasted while never leaving your own country was a blessing, really. in italy they had places like such, but it wasn't like here. besides, they couldn't exactly get the meals right. hearing her approval of the food, he nodded his head. [ si? ] he stated, arching an eyebrow. [ i would've expected less than an, 'es bueno. ] he chuckled. the duo came from different parts of the world, and had different tastes for things. he had some of her own culture's foods, spicy, really. all of the italian spices were usually bland when it came to hot. finishing the amount that would fill him. some was still on his plate, taking his fork, playing with the food. reminded of the old days when he would be scolded for playing with his food. even if he was done with it. taking the fork under the food, flipping it ver and over on the plate. yawning, thinking about what marcello and ettore spilled out to him. he wondered if the girl next to him knew about the territorial issue, too. glancing over at the girl quickly, then back at his plate. he was curious why bene, the new nickname to the boy, was there. perhaps since he was new and fresh blood, he was going to be used for the rough and un-wanted things. swallowing the lump in his throat, realizing what marcello had planned for the newbie. cazzo. dropping the fork, bored with what was on the plate. weight shifted to the side, hand grabbed the leather wallet in the back of his pocket. pulling it out from underneath him, he pulled out a twenty. placing it in the middle of the counter, not even caring how much the real total of the two meals were. feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate- the cushion beside him making the vibration sound audible. pursing his lips, no movement was made to check the phone for the first few moments. sighing, diaphragm was deepened. [ cosi. the la stidda were just discussing some topics over a meal. nothing too importante, really. ] he felt like it was necessary for him to share a little bit of information with the girl. it's not like she would relay anything to her ragazzi. well, hopefully. he had a slight twinge of truth and trust in her. well, slightly. he wasn't about to keep everything from her. clasping his hands together, laying them on his lap. [ pronto? ] he asked. he was slightly rushing it, not wanting enough time to allow the gang's trio to come over and see who is keeping will company. legs stretched out underneath him, fingers tapping on the counter once more. however, their actions halted once he remembered the girl's hatred towards the drumming. smirking, he waited for her to be ready to leave.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 7, 2010 16:58:32 GMT -5
Throughout the meal, the maiden continued to take sly, hidden glances over at the male, trying to disguise each look by merely lifting her eyes and not her entire head as she had been taught to do living where she did so to avoid him noticing because then he would begin to wonder why and if he asked, the girl was not sure she was prepared to answer. She had caught his tension earlier: the way his muscles seemed to clench for a moment as the seriousness had fallen over them like a blanket between his words and the time he stood up to go greet el jefe and that, intermingled with the memory of the light kiss on her forehead, led her into a state of mind she would rather not have ventured into. Curiosity was perhaps the most dangerous emotion a human being to indulge in; that was the case here. Niyna wondered what it was that motivated the man to do these things while at the same time dreading the answer. Neither of them wanted anything from the other and there was nothing to be given. They lived in separate worlds that had been run in the same way for years before them and would possibly continue to run that way after they were gone. Nothing would change in this society. Power and control might switch hands occasionally, especially with the active street war between the la stidda and Rebeldes bringing in other, outside gangs who apprehensively waited to try and find a weak spot where they could exert their influence while the two major players occupied each other's attention, but the character of the society would remain. Fantasies of an existence otherwise were poison which easily took a hold of a person's mind and came back repeatedly. The maiden used to have this dream; a dream of a different world for her friends and her family, but that had washed away along with her childhood. Now, she simply wanted to get out and had a plan set to do so. Anything that happened with Will and her would be doomed from the beginning. If a bond began to form between them that suggested much more, it would only be logical to sever it and yet, the Latina felt hesitant when thinking about it. He was fun to be around and even though he was bound to a gang for what could pretty much be considered a life sentence, the italiano did not act like it. She knew from the night before that he was at least a little proud to be what he was, but he did not flash it around like most did. It was more of a silent pride in oneself, not in the job title in which the slot gave him. Still, despite the advantages on the bloke's side, the chica knew that being with a man who would keep her tied to this life forever did not fit into the plan she laid out for herself. Maybe if situations were different, she would be more open to giving time a chance, but as it stood, some things were simply impossible. Seeing the possibility of some attachment, part of the lady told her it would be smarter to walk away now while another half reminded that she was nearly a master at controlling her emotions and their effect on her relationships so the need to run was dismissed in order of over confidence. He replied to her assessment of the food and spine straightened, lips closed over her mouth while teeth ground down the mixture before throat contracted and swallowed the pieces. After running tongue over teeth once to rid her enamels of any leftover food that clung to the crevices, Niyna allowed a smirk to grace features before speaking. And I would have expected more. Grinning, attention turned back to the plate with the helping of lasagna she knew she would never be able to eat all of, thoughts wandering back to her companion, amazed that he did not think too highly of his traditional cuisine so as to be angry when she declared it only good. She would have been were the roles reversed and he was trying the typical meals she had grown up on. Surprisingly, Will finished before Niyna, making her look at him with a shriveled up nose for a moment as if wondering what was wrong with him. Most guys never finished before she did and all of them consumed every scrap of food which was present on their plate. Refusing to feel rushed by his impatience, she continued to eat at a normal pace while he got the bill from his pocket and placed it on the table, making her hide a smile. So Mr. Untouchable did have something which bothered him. Deciding it would do no harm to drag out his torture a bit longer, the essa ate at an even slower pace, highly amused by how it was going before he distracted her with an explanation of what his visit to his hombres were about. Turning her head slowly to look at him with a furrowed brow and calculating features, the damsel finished chewing the bite in her mouth, recovering from the shock of him telling her gang news, however vague. Good I suppose? Cocking her eyebrow in a confused way, the vixen answered the only way she could think of how to, not quite knowing what he expected in return. If it were news about the Rebeldes, he would be very disappointed. There was a don't ask, don't tell sort of agreement between herself and Torno in which she did not get too nosey and he did not get too carefree. Eyes roll at his hurry to get going and her answer to his question was to lean back over the table and take another bite before setting the fork down on the plate, leaning back to finish chewing while annoyed voids remained upon him. Finishing she sighed and scooted closer on the booth, a sign for him to get up off his butt and move. Sí since you are being so impaciente. Vocals grumbled playfully, the girl easily coming to her feet with weight balanced over heels instantly once she was free of the table and able to stand on her own. The quiet clap of the shoes against the concrete floor echoed behind her while she moved to take his hand and they started towards the restaurants front door, the lass feeling eyes upon her back once they were past the wall that had blocked his la stidda from seeing them. Parting ways with him once they were out of the door, she headed to the passenger side of his Jeep and climbed in, turning upon her hip to face him the moment he sat down in the driver's seat. Not want to introduce me to your jefe Will? I would have thought your mother had taught you better manners than that. Lyrics tease, obviously joking with him. She had no more need to meet his jefe than he did to meet Carlos or Torno, but it was fun to pretend as if she wanted to. Relaxing back against the seat, gaze turned to look out the window as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street, her arm resting across the frame only after having buckled her seat belt. Long, loose hair blew like crazy around her hair in the wind that came over and around the windshield and she eventually grew tired of it and gathered the mass in her hands, elbow leaning on the frame now while fingers wrapped around the strands at the base of her neck. For a while, they continued to listen to the channel she had turned it to on their way to lunch before she grew tired of hearing the spanish words and asked him to change it to whatever he wanted. Not long after they entered into the middle zone between the two gang's claimed territories, Niyna saw a familiar car driving far too fast over the speed limit headed towards the la stidda section of town: a place where it and the driver should never be in her opinion. Perking up instantly, she sat up straight in her seat and peered across the man beside her at the car, noticing too late that the window on the driver's side of the other car was rolled down as Tor got a good view of her leaning over Will. Chinga. She mumbled under her breath, sitting back against the seat and hearing tires squeal and a very loud engine roar from behind them. Knowing there was no way to get out of this, she glanced over at Will with an apologetic look and then reached out to touch his arm briefly to get his attention. Pull over for a moment? Mi hermano in the car behind us called me during lunch. I think he has been looking for me for some reason. Looking over her shoulder to judge the distance between them, Niyna was not surprised to find that Torno was already ridding Will's bumper, laying on his horn. Lifting her hand and flipping him off, the woman let her friend know in her own special way what she thought about his antics, getting him to stop honking, but not to back off.
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Post by william on Sept 8, 2010 20:42:45 GMT -5
shoulder propped up his arm, resting the ligament's weight on the booth's back. torso was slouching slightly, however, still keeping a protective, straight poise. chin crooked to the side, vision looking down onto the table. occasionally taking a look towards the girl. she seemed to be taking slower and slower bites. as if she felt it was necessary to test his impatient mood. which was odd, usually the male was very patient. always pretty mellow about everything. well, almost everything. an eyebrow shifted upwards, watching her eat the meal slowly. adams apple hovered and dipped as he swallowed nothing. the silence wasn't harsh or anything. and he didn't feel the need to continue conversation. he felt like the both of them decided to take a moment to think. pursing his lips, looking over to the wall the divided the gang members, and the duo. glancing back to the girl, then down to his plate. he wasn't sure why they were together, eating, right now. it wasn't expected, and really isn't.. wanted. by anyone. not by family, friends, gangs. it's not like they would know or anything. and it's not like this relationship thing would be taken to another level. well, he wasn't sure. and that made him anxious, and somewhat nauseous. no, not nauseous. weird. he felt weird. he was sure the girl was sick of the gang life- growing up with it. probably, most likely, searching for another life. not full of gangs, and violence. will wouldn't be the choice, then. of course, he also wanted out of the gang. who didn't? except for ones who thought ruining other lives, playing around, never growing up was too much fun to give up for another life. with a family, a job that didn't involve killing people, a life where you didn't have to focus on whether any of your enemies are around. yes, this was the life others took for granted, and never even thought about. eyes went blank after a moment or two of thinking. blinking, nodding his head at the sound of vocals. he smirked, aware of the conversation that grew once again. [ i have to agree, which is the problem why i didn't get ammatire. it's bland, to me. ] this was true. after tasting other combinations from other cultures, he didn't understand why his own nationality didn't take their dishes to a whole new level. but, their ice cream, was beast. he had to admit, nobody could top it. if she tasted it, and said it was only okay, he might just have thrown a table across the room. well, maybe. scratching his arm, he watched as she even went slower while eating. she really liked to test him, didn't she? then hearing her response about the gang news, he shrugged. [ just thought you'd be curious, signorina. talking about your ragazzi. ] he commented. true, the gang had been growing irritable, and just wanted to get the rebeldes out of their way. some wanted either a truce, however, not many were preferring this, most were interested in a large fight. will was neither. he didn't want to fight, but a truce would only be broken after ties and trust was made. something that was the toughest subject to go through. gaining trust in someone, that was your enemy, then eventually, was your enemy again. it hurt, seeing as you might be fighting such a amico physically when you wouldn't want to. and, not wanting to, throws you off. and, frankly, when thrown off, you don't win. slinking into the booth deeper, getting comfortable until he felt her nudge him with her movement of leaving. inching slowly to the edge of the seat, now taking his own time. slowly swinging his legs from underneath the table to the side. placing weight evenly on both feet, muscles strained slightly as he pathetically inclined into the air. hands lightly let go of the booth, turning to her, a small grin etched onto his features. pleased in his attempt to take forever, accomplished, seeing as he took at least a good solid twenty seconds. walking, his stride short and slow but the pace was neat. his hand was free in the air, until a gentle clasp met it. not free anymore, but enslaved by another. fingers lightly wrapped around the own, welcoming, hand. he wondered why she made such a action. perhaps she wanted to hold hands, or she wanted the la stidda to notice. he wasn't quite sure. but, he really didn't want to know the truth. hearing the sharp clacks against the pavement from her shoe, it was rhythmic and soothing. letting go of her hand as they parted ways around the back of the car, entering in the car, sitting down, he heard her voice. chuckling, catching the joking playful tones in her vocals. [ ehi. scusa. didn't know you wanted to get a death sentence placed on you. my bad. next time, i'll make you guys migliori amici. ] he promised, chuckling. the car moved into reverse, moving the car from the faded white lines on the gray-ish cracked pavement. clutch, right arm shifted the car into the next gear. when he got to listen to the music, he almost jumped when he didn't understand what was playing. the language was off, and it was different. all over. but he remembered the girl leaning over and switching the station. hearing the unfamiliar click of the seat belt, he looked over. he wasn't used to anybody wearing a seat belt, and it surprised him for a moment. the music stayed the same, his thumb temptingly rubbing the button on the steering wheel that changed stations. however, he'd regret it when he would receive the death stare from the girl in the passenger seat. but, her action changed the station back onto his favorite radio station. nodding, as if approving of it. it was silent, until he watched the girl lean over, and mutter an unknown word. [ pardon? ] he asked, glancing over to his side at the donna. watching her sit straight, then tires squealing behind them. eyes flicked to his rearview mirror, narrowing into slits as he saw who it was. who he was. what he did. fuck, did this girl call him? glancing down in between the seat and the door, the black gun still placed where he left it. thinking of multiple things that could happen, letting them all flash through his mind. lungs filled with air, about ready to slam on his brakes and see the little bastardo slam into the back of his car. then, the male's horn started buzzing behind will. that was the last ste-.. hearing her ask him to pull over, he shot her a look of 'are you serious? i will go out and kill him' look. [ for some reason? hmm, reason being... mi? ] he asked, tone being a, ' no dip'. watching her flick him off- knowing that it silenced the beeping. will threw on his right blinker, pulling off to the shoulder. gravel flicking behind his heavy tires, a slight hope that one of the rocks would fly up and peg the man's windshield, giving a good ole crack in it. keeping the car running, and in park, he breathed out. [ you have a few moments. i'm not getting out. ] he hummed. did she want the two males to hit heads? will's left hand dropped, fishing the butt of the gun, without withdrawing it. just in case.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 10, 2010 0:54:21 GMT -5
She remained quiet as he cleared up the confusion she entertained in regards to his comment about his gang's business there at the restaurant by informing her it was about the Rebeldes. Her nerves were on high alert and muscles tense, but still she remained silent, having already resigned herself to not talking about what went on in the streets within either town with him. It did not feel right to ask him about the la stidda and she certainly did not plan on telling him about the latino group. Besides, that topic usually ended with the lass insanely angry with no outlet to unleash on. An unamused glare locked onto masculine features once he turned to look at her after taking far too long to get out of the booth, her movements appearing rapid in comparison even though they were actually quite leisurely. Reaching out to grasp his hand when her strides brought her even with him had just sort of happened; she had not planned it nor thought much about it until they were outside and the warmth of his palm was gone from hers, leaving the sensitive skin with chills whenever the wind blew across the surface. Dismissing what had happened quickly, Niyna tried to convince herself that she had done so subconsciously in order to keep up the appearances with his gang, but she was not completely convinced as to that reason which only served to frustrate her even more. Busily confused with these thoughts and others of the like, the maiden hardly noticed anything around them until two year old silver Pontiac Solstice came down the opposite lane towards them. After that sighting, things took an unexpected turn for the worst and she found herself sitting beside a very tense driver who looked about as pissed off as the driver of the other vehicle. It was then that the lady began to question her judgment on coming with Will that day, but almost as soon as she began to think logically and believe it to have been a bad idea, her stubborn side flared up and instead, she instantly turned the blame onto the men included in the situation. Things did not have to be this difficult. It was not as big of a deal as they were making it. Sure, she was mexicano, but held no ties to her native gang or the one in which her companion was involved so why did the rivalry have to extend into things that included her? Neck twisted and facade was turned to look over her shoulder at the car that followed the jeep once more, her hair blocking most of her view as the wind quickly grabbed it and forced the strands to wrap around the side of her head into her guise, but she was pleased to find that Torno had finally given Will's back bumper some space. The last thing they needed was a wreck in which the police had to be involved in considering probably both of the men had firearms or knives somewhere nearby if not on their bodies. Looking back just in time to see his expression which she had gained as a response to her request, the damsel found her eyes rolling in annoyance within their sockets as she leaned back against the seat, arms crossed beneath her chest like a pouting kid although she was much angrier than any child ever dreamed of being. Yea, that could be why. Vocals reply with a no-nonsense tone, eyes refusing to turn to look at him as she leaned over to glance into the side view mirror and see the car pull to a stop behind them on the shoulder. A sigh was released once the vehicle was in park and she unfolded arms, moving casually as she unbuckled the seat belt before glancing to look back at the bloke in the driver's seat when he spoke. Not bothering to hide the rage in her mocha depths, the fea prepared to unleash on him, deterring her plans of taking care of whatever it was Torno wanted for a few minutes when she saw his hand move down between the seat and the door. Without needing to be told, the vixen knew his gun was there where he would have easy access to it. Had she been thinking properly, she probably would have just left the situation alone, but with the alarm signals going off in her head, there was barely enough room for coherent thought and she therefore reacted almost instinctively, body scooting closer to his, nearly on his lap, as arm stretched out in the space between them till hand rested upon his where it disappeared from sight behind his seat, feeling the cold metal as fingertips brushed it. You won't need it. She assured him with quietly spoken tunes, face far too close to his for her tastes at the moment, but that was remedied once she pulled away and in one smooth motion, pulled on the handle to open the door and slide out of the seat onto the ground, turning back as she shut it with a little extra force. You can go. I didn't ask you for anything more than for you to pull over. Tor can take me home just as easily as you can drive me where ever. Standing there for a few seconds, Niyna met the drake's gaze before turning and walking behind the rear wheel towards her friend who had already gotten out of his vehicle and was leaning against the hood, arms crossed in front of his chest with one leg tossed over the other lazily although she would not be fooled: every muscle in his body was tight and his eyes, hooded by longer cropped coal colored hair, kept glancing at the other male ahead of him. Alright Tor, what do you want? She asked, stopping a few paces from him, one hip sticking out as her weight was shifted to that one leg, arms mimicking his as attention was drawn from the other guy to the girl. What are you doing Niyna? I thought I told you to stay away from the la stidda and you are riding around with one of them. It is not safe. Smirking, the fatal rolled her eyes and switched her position, centering her weight with hands upon hips as she glared at her friend. I have nothing to do with this rivalry. Why should it be my concern? Sneering as if something she had said had triggered the gangbanger in him, the chico shot a challenging look at the Jeep, continuing to stare at the back of Will's head until Niyna walked into his field of vision and drew his focus to her face. Relations have gotten worse. I am surprised mierda over there did not tell you. Becoming increasingly frustrated with his attitude as he very blatantly leaned around her to boldly stare at the other car, the woman reached out and jerked him back into a straight sitting position by his shirt collar, expressing her irritation. What do you mean "have gotten worse?" Is it them or you? Them mostly. We won't budge from the places we have claimed as our territory and they are getting restless. El jefe expects a fight any day now even though there are rumors of an alliance. Who is he? Passing off the information as if it were old news, Torno zeroed in on his job: obtaining information. Glaring back at him in response, the essa crossed her arms and took a few steps back, letting him know that she would refuse to answer. Niyna. Her name was spoken as a chastising demand and it enflamed her already rising anger. I am not your snitch, Torno, or your bitch. You will know nothing just as he knows nothing. Obviously growing tired, he caved, knowing her too well than to expect to get much more from her, and stood, walking to the driver's side door where he paused with his hand on the handle and looked back at her. Come on; get in and I'll take you home. Smirking in a sarcastically amused way, the fea shook her head and then turned on her heel, moving down the side of the road. Take yourself home Tor. Hand lifted in a wave and she heard his phone ring, knowing that he was being called to do a job and would not be able to take the time with her. She was satisfied when he got back in the car and the tires squealed against the pavement as he took off in a mixture of fury and urgency, but Niyna did not care. After him attempting to use her to get information on Will, the girl did not plan on getting in the car with him where he could have almost unlimited attempts at trying to get her to crack which would only drive her insane. So she would either get back in the jeep, if Will was still there, or walk.
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Post by william on Sept 10, 2010 17:25:08 GMT -5
he assumed he was so lazy from keeping the strict line of secrets away from the girl because he didn't see the harm. well, he did. he just didn't care. the girl was as stubborn as any human being he had met. so, she would have to be willing to give up useful information, or forced. he wasn't quite sure, yet, if she would be inclined to tell the rival gang of what will had just spoken. perhaps he just liked to watch the lass's reaction to reality. will seemed to forget who he was, and who he was hanging with. trouble. well, she herself wasn't trouble. but she'd bring it. frankly, the male didn't seem to mind. he felt as if trouble and pain, along with regret and cost, seemed to find him. it was in the job title though. he had to understand that these things just would travel with him. forever. and that seemed like a long time. any yet, it really wasn't. his life span, most likely, won't even make it to twenty-five. with the way the gang wanted him to be more active in his job, he wasn't going to be able to breathe in the two worlds he wanted to hold onto so much. watching the girl's reaction- pouting, and a flash of anger or irritation crossing her features. arching an eyebrow, as he was also only equally piqued. he remained silent, eyes watching the male behind him get from his car and sit on the hood. making eye contact with the rival. [ don't give me quello sguardo, fidanzata ] he commented without even looking to her. then feeling her onto his lap, he looked at her. feeling her hand also on the gun, fire flamed in him. eyes narrowed down at her, hearing her tell him he wouldn't need it. [ non dirmi che cosa ho bisogno e non hanno bisogno. tu non sai nulla. ] he spoke, all in his own language. what did this girl think? she knew nothing of the trail and error, rivalry, and seriousness of gangs. marcello would kill william if he found out will had the chance to kill a rebeldes, but didn't, just because 'eyes' were watching. clearing his throat, he heard the girl leave. he didn't respond, and hardly knew her. keeping eye contact with the male, watching every action, and was trying to lip read. when the girl got out there, the contact between him and will didn't even flinch. wait. she said his name was tor. she said tor could take her home just as easily as.. something something. perhaps.. no. but will remembered the male being high on the authority list for the latino gang. which was somewhere will's position would be, if he hadn't of refused. he was still welcomed to take the offer, but kept refusing every time he'd think about it. marcello had gotten enraged over it several times, but would quickly regain composure. he was good at that. flaring up, then dying down. unless in a fight. he had fuel to last forever. that man was impossible. which was why he was their leader. will couldn't have asked for a better man to play the american father role for him. he was truly one to look up to. the only time will's concentration broke from the man was when niyna had enough and stepped inbetween the duo's vision path. growling to himself in the pit of his throat, hand dropped the gun in the car's cup holder. grabbing for his phone, then pausing. no, he won't alert them of anything. nothing was being harmed. except for that little monello riding his ass on the street and honking like a stronzo. cracking his knuckles, eyes lowered to catch the gun's glare. the barrel was pointing straight at him. cocking his head at it, sighing. if only this was the first time he had been held at gun point. too bad, this wasn't really gun point. nor did it even scare him. most people would just want the safety to be installed in them, and would've flipped the gun over or something. just to make sure, if it did fire, they wouldn't be harmed. will, eh. he didn't care. just like any other gang banger. placing the gun back into it's original position, he heard squealing tires, and the car zoom past. sighing, will assumed the girl left with the male. the car remained on idle, just sitting there, waiting for the gas pedal, clutch, and shift from it's owner to sped away. however, he looked over, and saw niyna's frame standing there. he wondered why she was still there, and not with her uomo. spine shifted further and deeper into the leather seat, wondering if she was going to join him or not.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 11, 2010 22:16:40 GMT -5
Steps were slow although unrelenting as they took her away from the car, gaze sticking to the area in front of her until the black vehicle went zooming past, drawing her attention after it. Whatever frustration she had caused him was his fault really, even though it was partly hers as well for going with William. How often had the essa assured him that she was an adult and could take care of herself? It seemed as if all of it had been wasted breath for it always amounted to nothing. Torno would be who he was and worry about her like the brother she never really had. One would think the life the man led would cause him to be less attached to those few people that continued to surround him outside of the gang, but instead, all the danger he encountered seemed to have only heightened the feelings he held for family and friends and it turned Tor from a concerned friend to a nearly obsessed annoyance; constantly telling her what he thought of her decisions and how she should live her life. As she did with everyone else, the lass had learned to ignore what was said and do what she wanted regardless. In this case, it would have perhaps done some good to have listened and done what he had suggested, but the lady refused to believe that everything about the day was bad. She had fun, up until the rivalry got in the way. Reminded about the other male that had been added to the equation, her eyes shifted back to the road in front of her and was slightly surprised to find that the black jeep had yet to move from the spot where she had left it. Had she been in his position, she probably would have left, but then again, leaving might have been considered surrender to the gang fucked-up way of thought and therefore out of the question. It would fit all too well into the wonderful little picture that had already been painted in her mind with respect to the gangs. Niyna could not wait until the time came where she would be free; where she could leave and never have to wonder how her actions were going to affect the men around her. Will had been ready and willing to shoot Torno; the chica had seen it in his manner as he reached down for the gun and in the hard, hot anger of his eyes when she had told him he would not need the weapon. His answer spoken in the foreign tongue was not completely understood, but one would have to be a fool to not understand the underlying message: he did not appreciate her telling him what he would and would not need. Could he blame her however? What woman wanted to see her best friend since childhood face off with a rival member who she was with? It was her fault they were in that predicament and if one died, as would have surely happened had the metal been shown, that would also be on her. Neither of them deserved to die: not like this; not because of her. They already faced that chance every time they went on an errand for their inner familia, would they extend that to the outside work as well? Continuing along the side of the road, the girl came even with the passenger door and paused, hip jutting out as strands of dark hair blew in front of taunt features, deep mocha pair glaring across the empty space at the gringo who sat in the driver's seat. Earlier, she had planned on getting in the car if he was still there, but now, when the time presented itself, the damsel found she was just about as willing to mount up with this hombre as she was the other. Making her decision, the señorita turned on her heel and started back down the road, dreading the walk home in the heels she now wore, but figured after he drove away she could hitch a ride from some passerby.
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Post by william on Sept 14, 2010 18:58:34 GMT -5
he would die for some water right now, with a little bit of lemon to give it some taste. perhaps more ice than water, seeing as the day was hot and dry, and he almost wished he had time to take the hard top off of the jeep. he enjoyed feeling the fresh air roll over his skin, and the natural sun tanning himself as he drove down the street. music blaring, and everyone around had to suffer with it- even if they had their windows rolled up. but, at night, speeding down a windy road, with the bass pumping beats that shook the car and earth. cold wind that sent chills through his spine, and only being able to see whatever crossed in the headlights. thinking about nothing but the feeling the coldness, vibrations, and luck that seemed to surge through you. ah, yet now.. now he couldn't do such. his childhood innocence is forever gone as he couldn't just walk down the road without hesitation towards everything. perhaps the guy that looked over his shoulder at will caught sight of a tattoo on the maschio and was about to pull out a gun or a cell phone to holler at his gang members? but no, that guy probably was nobody. perhaps just wanted to see who was walking down the street. and no longer could will just have his roof down on his car, for it didn't provide enough coverage. didn't hide that male, or who he was. and therefore; his freedom shrunk in several ways. but this wasn't something he could forever bitch and mumble about. he had to grow up, today or tomorrow, and face the fact. he'll forever be in this business, one way or another. just like his brother, taka. or the deceased brother, nolan. forever and ever, tied to the gang. the gang was truly temptation. diaphragm sank, stomach giving a small twist around in his gut, deepening his body's entire feeling. a vibe he always got whenever he thought of the pros and cons of this new life. a life he never wanted, but something people sometimes dreamed of. having a second family. having something to work for, and die for. something to be proud of. but this wasn't something will had taken proudly. sure, some things were worn proudly on him, but others, not so much. saying you've put a bullet in someone's head? or saying you know how to grow illegal product correctly without the polizia finding out. true, you learn a lot, but then again, you lose a lot. like the girl, walking away right now. one eyebrow arched up, questioning the girls motives as her strut grew as she walked from his car. the male sat there for a moment, eyes scanning the rear-view mirror. when no cars were coming, he opened his car door. getting out, he closed it, jogging to the side of the road, avoiding the inside part of the road where cars were driving. there was a good five miles left to her part of town, was she seriously crazy to walk there? moving to the side of the car, locking the car then placing the keys on the top tire. he'd have his amicos come by later and take the car. turning his head, squinting toward the figure that wasn't too far ahead. jogging, taking out his cell phone, thumbs tapping against the keys lightly as he told benetto to pick up the car with someone. pressing send, the male placed the phone into his back pocket, and picked up a fast paced jog. catching up, the male's vision had been focused on the space in front of him until he witnessed the girl's shadow in front of him. looking up, he stopped next to her. [ you're pazzo. walking by yourself. at least let me walk with you, if you won't let me drive. ] breaths weren't fluctuated as he thought they would be. he thought he was out of shape, but obviously the job kept his body fit- which was a slight surprise in his favor. even if she ignored him, and didn't respond, he'd still walk beside her. even if she pushed him away, he would not budge. either way, he was going to make sure the girl reached her destination, wherever it was, safely. well, actually, he didn't know how long he would follow her if she went into strict rebeldes territory. he knew what it looked like, as he had been there several times for missions and ect. he wasn't about to go in broad daylight where he'd easily be spotted. actually, he really didn't want to walk the girl home. did she even know how much risk the male was taking? obviously not. he'd be gunned down if one recognized him, or even just thought he was who he was. it's not like any gang member truly cared who was who. if they weren't from the rival gang, then oh well. kill the witnesses, and throw the bodies somewhere else. that would be the end of it. puffing out a sigh, perhaps the girl was mad at him for even touching the safety of the firearm. did she really not understand rivalry? kill, or be killed. it was a savage world he lived in. and flee wasn't a vocabulary term unless referring to a coward or weakling. finger nails rubbed the back of his skull, relieving an itch he gained. blinking, the sun hitting the duo, shadows created behind them. he was curious, however, if she was mad at him, at something he did. or perhaps the guy, tor, had told her something. but if he had, what would it have been of? nothing he had kept hidden from the girl, well.. no broad subject he had hidden from the girl. only the little details he figured wasn't ripe enough to let the girl know. and tor wouldn't have known much dirt on william, anyway. william wasn't even on the top of the chain. he neglected his role in the gang, really. he felt that this girl was his responsibility in a way. and yet, once they hit the borderline between the rivalry, he;d leave, if that was what she begged. he would just ask for someone to come pick him up in his car, or just jog the entire way back to his abandoned vehicle. damn, if anything happened to that car, he'd kill someone. that jeep was his kid, believe it or not.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 15, 2010 18:26:27 GMT -5
The sound of her heels hitting the concrete with each step served as a continuous reminder of the situation she was trying to forget, the car ride she had turned down, and the two men she would rather not think about for the next few hours even though it that prove to be a hopeless wish. Rivalry was understood: she knew what it meant and how it effected the way the pair would conduct themselves around one another, but never had she thought either of them would pull a gun on the other; not while she was there at least. It was a frustrating thing to think that neither knew the other or even had any reason to kill their competitor except for the known fact that each were apart of opposing sides, both desperate to be the victor. That one simple fact could drive men to homicide and did so everyday. Perhaps not in this town, but in others. Gangbangers were killed everyday; shot or stabbed over some drugs or a territory battle. What a thing to put on a gravestone huh? What had really been the surprise of the afternoon for her was that Will had been the first to act; the first to arm himself. Maybe it was the survival of the fittest instinct which drove him to reach into the door panel, but the essa had certainly not thought he would be the one she would have to try and ease the fears of as she had done when putting her hand over his where it gripped the pistol. Torno had been in longer and was a willing participant; William was nearly his opposite in every way and made her forget what his occupation was until it was thrust upon her full force. He had been calm and relaxed the limited time they had been around each other and with nothing she had done ever phasing him, the maiden thought for sure he was not one to worry about, but those are the people that you really have to worry about: the few that catch you off your guard. Niyna was not so mad at him as she was herself. She had forgotten the one thing that mattered most; the title which facilitated traits they were all born with. Next time, if it ever slipped her mind again, the ending might just turn out to be far worse. She was lucky this time. The girl never saw his jeep drive past her out of the many vehicles that went by, but nothing was thought of it. He had probably turned around, headed back into his side of town without a seconds thought. After all, who was she to him? If she chose to walk home instead of get back into a car with him, then so be it, right? The developing theory was quickly shot down when the sound of shoes hitting the pavement in a jogging beat behind her made her glance behind, seeing the bloke as he worked to catch up with her. Unexpectedly, anger flared up inside, her face twisting into a frown before becoming completely blank, hair flying as she jerked her head back around, jaw set as he came up beside her and spoke. For a while afterwards, the mamacita remained silent, indulging in a little brooding while picking up the pace, forcing him into an althetic stride in order to keep up. The burro of course would pull such a move. Go back. Vayase. Get in your car and go a su casa. Speaking the an edge to her voice, the girl kept walking, wondering if he would continue at her side or listen to what she told him to do. Then, simply because she did not think he would do as told, Niyna rounded on him; stopping and turning to face her follower with hands upon hips, an angry glare directed at him without hesitation. We both know you would not last two steps into my neighborhood especially during the day y I am not going to be responsible when you muere porque su es obstinado. Taka no merece perder un otro hermano. The last was spoken quietly, her gaze dropping to the gray pavement beneath them as she was unable to meet his eyes anymore. She was not sure why she said it; perhaps she knew he might listen if he was reminded, but it was too personal of a remark and one she should not have made. Knowing about Nolan made her feel for the two men: gave her a connection to them that should have never been allowed. Once you start being remorseful over another's lost, other emotions tended to spring up which was never good. The strange thing was, the chica did not know what she wanted. Things in the past had always been clear cut for her, but now, with Will involved, she hesitated, second guessing what her brain had processed as fact. Possibly what was the worst of it all was that she wanted to help him. Even if he did not show it openly, there was no doubt in the lady's mind that he mourned his younger brothers death. Even though she had no siblings, she knew the ties between them were strong. There was a strange urge that left the reassurance caught in the back of her throat, threatening to be released, but to tell him that it got easier to deal with the loss as time passed would be too much. They were not even what someone would consider friends; just acquaintances. . . that had lunch together. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she let her grip drop from waist and instead crossed arms in front of her abdomen, fingers wrapped around the bend of her elbow and she waited for him to move or speak. Either way, whatever he did he was not going to walk with her through enemy territory.
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Post by william on Sept 15, 2010 20:00:25 GMT -5
walking side by side, quietly. the lass' footsteps pounding the heel of the shoe into the ground with a clean hit. it made a rhythm for him to keep to, his pace growing in length as the girl seemed to be trying to storm off. he knew she really truly wanted him there. deep down, passed her anger. well, maybe. he couldn't exactly understand why she was mad or angry with the male. he was doing his job, and his duty. it wasn't like he was going to shoot the male for no purpose. no, it was simply protection. will didn't like to brag about killing, or anything associated with the gang and what they did. but he knew other gang members. he knew that if that male wanted to, he could have just walked over, pointed a gun at will, and pulled the trigger. it was too simple. and something will wasn't risking to afford. it would just be another waste of life. it was silent for awhile, until being told to get back to his car and, what he assumed in her native tongue, to go back home. instead he ignored her, and kept walking beside her. no matter what this girl said wouldn't sway him. he was the most stubborn person he had ever met, and as the years passed, even got more stubborn. the only time he backed down and allowed someone to make him compliant was marcello. the man had the wits and courage to stand up to anybody and everybody. will respected him, and so did everyone else who came across his path. attention deprived from the girl, as he began thinking about other things. they weren't walking for very long until the girl stopped her dramatic, possessive walk, turning sharply to him. her hand jutted onto her hip, giving her the sassy sour poise. cocking his head, ready to hear the vocals scold him for whatever he did wrong. however, she used a personal, deep part of his life against him. eyes became wild, furious, and dark. he understood her last wording, even if it was said quietly. the worst fact; she didn't even look him in the eye when she said so. [ ascolta qui, ] he started, the bulge in his jaw line grew as his teeth ground on one another. however, he paused, tongue about to leash awful wording onto the girl. he just didn't know how she could use such a terrible thing against him. a thing that was important to him, and that he feared, and regretted every minute. she knew of nothing. and this infuriated him. flustered, muscles tensing, and releasing. veins marked along his skin as they bulged from under his flesh in his arms and neck. fists clenched. did she not understand anything? no, she didn't. thoughts repeating themselves, he couldn't even think of anything. [ low blow. ] he muttered, turning around. he wasn't about to handle any of this crap. he didn't have to walk with her. he wanted to though. not anymore. if she would be this annoying, and bring up blows like this that she knew she could twist and make his nightmare come back into his mind. hands shoved into his pockets, holding them there as his pace slowed as he started to return to his jeep. hand in the pocket with his phone vibrated. pulling it out in a fluctuated movement. eyes scanned the font, seeing that ben already picked up the wrangler and was heading back to marcello's. well, shit. he's gonna have to walk a damn good 20 miles. not even replying to the message, squinting ahead. at least the sun was behind him, so he wouldn't have to be walking blindly back to marcello's. imagining the road in front of him, the map appearing in his head as he estimated how long it would take him walking there. over two hours. jogging, at least an hour. running/jogging, forty minutes. eh, that won't be too bad. but knowing him, he didn't have the want to actually go that far, and waste so much energy. he was too lazy and laid back to own the wish and want to do such. so, he got comfortable at a walk, and looked ahead. the energy he was filled with was fuel that was gained from the previous conversation. she knew what she said was hurtful, and knew what it did to him. that's why she stared at the ground, unable to look up to the man that she just dissed. jaw line raised as chin lifted. walking lazily forwards, adam's apple bobbed along his extended neck. hooded eyes looked wearily on.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 17, 2010 22:16:22 GMT -5
Gaze lifted instantly as the threatening words spoken in a foreign tongue registered within her brain, noting first the unhindered anger that flared up in the male's depths. Hand let loose of her arms and extremities dropped to hang uselessly at her sides, the emotion shown on his face echoing in hers. Like a domino effect, the rage coursed between them: his for her words and hers mostly in defense. Teeth literally clamped down upon her tongue, holding back premature words while she waited for the sentence to be finished, wanting to know what he had to say in response. In her eyes, there was nothing to be spoken between them on the subject. What would he do? Tell her she had no right to say anything about it? Unfortunately for him, when the essa had become informed of the incident the ability to use it was given, even if it was implied that doing so would mark her rude puta. Plenty already viewed her as such and therefore the maiden had ignored this consequence when taking into account the situation. No one else would bring it up so why not her? The loss was obviously sort of a silent understanding between the two remaining brothers; something she doubted they talked about. After all, they were male and with both having been used to the gang life, showing vulnerability, even to a family member, would be near to impossible. In that case, she was not surprised when instead of unleashing on her, the bloke muttered "low blow" before turning upon his heel, leaving her standing there ready to hold up her end of the battle in the fight he had just retreated from. Despite her expectations, the woman was left thrown off for a moment, eyes blankly staring at his back and tense shoulders as he walked slowly away. The temptation to go about her way and leave the poor guy alone was hardly anything more than a small craving that quickly disappeared. Niyna was never one to leave something where it fell and, like him, was known for her stubbornness in almost every situation. Her nails were dug into this one: a dangerous thing. Taking her time, she let the gringo stride further and further way, but just when he was about to be out of earshot, the words were gathered and mouth parted to release them. A low blow hombre? No. No; that was a fact you tienes que entender. You walk away porque soy un punta? Tal vez; maybe, pero tu deberías agradecerme. You es un stidda now, gringo and you always will be. Soon, you will be like all the rest. You cannot have two seperate lives en este juego y survive. They will become tu trusted familia; they that have asesinado otros y le asesinará. Think with your cabeza niñito and no orgullo de usted. Syllables that started out at a full blown yell slowly lowered in octave, but only by miniscule increments so there was no doubt William could hear her even from where he stood. Keeping intense dark brown pair upon him for a moment longer, the girl allowed the defensive need to seep out of her system, taking along with it the momentary irritation as the fuel that she had fed off of now remained at too far of a distance for the fire to stay ignited. Knowing he could either turn around or continue on, Niyna moved as she normally would, turning back to face the direction of the street that when she reached the end, would be only four blocks from the road her apartment building was on. The later was most likely so feet were allowed to move over the pavement, heels resuming their clopping although this time it was more of a muffled sound as the steps were less deliberate. Part of her wanted the stay, to force the fight from him, but she often did not recognize her limits before it was too late, something that had gotten her into trouble in the past. Of course, it was common sense to retaliate if he hit her like some of the gangbangers were accustomed to doing to other females, but sadly he could easily over power her if he wanted and the knife she usually kept somewhere upon her body as protection had been foolishly left on her dresser that morning.
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Post by william on Oct 10, 2010 10:15:47 GMT -5
pursing his lips, feeling the tight pavement underneath his slow, straight stride. it was the kind of walk that most males really couldn't pull off without looking like they were trying too hard. the thick walk of swaying the body was usually only achieved by only a handful of guys. will being one of them. perhaps he learned it from being in the gang. he looked damn badass though. all could at least admit that. silence fell into the distance that was slowly being created by the male's jaunt. hesitating, stopping once he heard the woman's vocals behind him. craning his neck, so his jaw hovered over one shoulder. looking to the side of the road, using one side of his face to listen to the girl. only catching the snippets of her lyrics that were in english, the other in her own language. yet from what he could manage from what he could understand, she pretty much told him that he couldn't live the life he was trying to live- with two lives. trying to separate his good, and his bad. if he could cut his body into halves, he would. or clone himself. the muscles in his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth in an angry manner. except the angry flare simmered into nothing as he turned his head forwards, and walked. that was her opinion. he could lead two separate lives if he wanted to. but with her? he was unsure if he could. with a normal, everyday chick who didn't even know a gang existed in her city he could possibly pull it off. seeing as she had no ties to his rival, or anyone in his gang. sure, he'd probably just end up leading her on, seeing as he wouldn't tell her of his work, and his other life. just how he ran his life. he kept walking, and after a while hands pulled the bottom fabric of his t-shirt over his stomach, then over his shoulders and head. wadding up the shirt, throwing it over the back of his shoulders. it was too hot for a shirt. he wouldn't know what to do if he were a girl. he liked to have his shirt off too much. yawning, he felt the sun lowering in the sky as it didn't burn his skin anymore, plus the light was fading into a darker tone. as the sun died down below the horizon, so did the temperature. pulling his shirt off of his shoulder and over his head, pulling the fabric down once again to his waist. having a lot of time to think probably wasn't a good thing. if the girl wanted to talk, she could text him, or call him. he wasn't going to text or call her, however. he didn't think he needed to apologize. she just didn't understand how much of a situation she caused. it's not like she can tell what the man in the car behind them was going to do. the gun was only protection. thinking hard, his head started to hurt. not like the small little headache, but the kind of headache you would get on a really hard test. fingers rubbed one of his temples, massaging into the skin. it released some pain, and felt better, but nothing to what ibuprofen could probably do. looking up, really wishing he had a hoodie right now. the wind picked up, and nighttime just turned really chilly. goosebumps rose on his arms, hands shoved themselves into his pockets. after only a couple of minutes, with at least ten more miles left to go, will's hands raised out of his pockets and he picked up a jog. then it increased into a run. running on the side of a highway probably wasn't a smart idea. at least it wasn't the interstate, or he would've been picked up by the cops already and probably be in jail. damn, if the cops just randomly pulled him over, ran his name into the computer, saw how many damn crimes he had committed, he wouldn't see daylight ever again. that wasn't exactly a very scary thought. prison didn't seem as big of a downgrade next to his life. running, thoughts creased into nothing, just listening to the sound of his steps. after another two or three hours, he got to marcello's. panting, his muscles felt like twitching all over. he hadn't ran that far, that fast, ever. taking a moment outside he squinted, seeing his car parked up the street. his breathing was normal after walking around a few moments. entering the house, hearing some arguing that he tuned out of. moving through the hallway, he glanced into the kitchen. nobody was there. grabbing a drink of water, tossing the glass in the sink after he was done. moving into the game room, watching a game of pool about to start. grabbing a pool stick, chalking the end. to put it simply; he was a beast at his game. and it was something to get his mind off of things.
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Post by Lonestar on Oct 12, 2010 1:30:12 GMT -5
Although the girl was only four blocks from her home and walking that short of a distance seemed to be an everyday thing for her, the time that elapsed between when she had parted ways with Will and when she arrived at her doorstep was far too much to keep a person sane. The whole way, despite her efforts to turn thoughts to something else, the essa's mind kept returning to him. What did he matter? He was just a gringo: someone to party with at night, but not the type that would stick around in the morning or appreciate her doing so. Her need to defy orders that were given to her by someone who thought they had the power to control her life had dissipated now and a rational detachment allowed her to look back on the day and process all that had gone wrong. Just like very time before, it turned out to be Niyna's fault. Had she listened to Torno and not gone with the other man into enemy territory, the day would have been smoother and simpler, but was that better? Society told her it was and yet the mamacita was inclined to think otherwise. Up until the point where the guns had been included and the sides clearly defined, she was having fun and not just due to the thrill of rebellion. No, the lass would never confess to regretting her decision to trade one part of town for the other even if certain aspects of the jaunt would be better off had they gone differently. The sun had gone down already by the time she reached her apartment building, the horrible fluorescent light that served as the tenants guide as they struggled to push the key into the front door's lock flickering more than usual that night, but thankfully, she had been opening this door for nearly two years now and knew how best to get it to work even without being able to see what she was doing. Luisa called almost the instant she walked through the door to her first floor apartment, asking if the other girl needed a ride to work that night. Chinga. She muttered under her breath, groaning as she told her best friend that yes, she would need her to come pick her up before leaving to meet her out of town boyfriend. Hanging up, the maiden made her way quickly into her bedroom pulling out the little clutch wallet from beneath her bed that she used while at work before moving to the closet and pulling out her black and silver vest along with the black, smaller pumps to replace the ones she currently wore. Black was the color the manager at the club where she worked decided that all his employees would wear perhaps because it allowed them to blend into the darkness. Really, his motives made no sense to her. After changing, she moved into the bathroom, frowning at the refection as she messed with her hair, wishing she could take a shower so she could be more presentable with the mass down, but as she had forgotten her time slot that night, there was no way such a thing would get accomplished. Sighing, she pulled the strands back into a stylish up do, knowing that her boss would probably ride her ass about it, but she could not be one hundred percent all the time and he would just have to accept that. She would still look her part: still have that air and appearance that a bartender was supposed to have. The ridiculous stupido just believed that she had to have her hair down all the time because he thought it might make more guys buy drinks in order to flirt with her. Little did he know that all the old men that came in where interested in older women and bought drinks to try and get them drunk. Only a few of the younger guys actually had the gall to hit on her while she was working and those conversations had quickly turned south with her direction. After reapplying the lighter make up she had worn that day till it was much heavier, the damsel grabbed her wallet and went out front to meet Luisa who was just pulling up as Niyna stepped out of the building. Climbing in, she offered a small, strained smile and a softly spoken greeting while bucking her seat belt. The other chica replied in kind, instantly picking up on her amiga's vibe and knowing better than to try and force her to talk during the short fifteen minute drive to the club: yet another thing the seniorita loved her friend for. Getting out as the car pulled up in front of the back door, she leaned over and hugged her friend, telling her to have fun with her novio before getting out and shutting the door. Work passed by like usual with all the normal clubbers coming out and hanging around. Where she worked was not one of the most popular, but at least everyone in the neighborhood knew about it and all the mexicanos tended to tip well even though she knew first hand that almost all of them were dirt poor and should not be paying for the drinks they were downing every six seconds. As expected, her boss chewed her out although everything he said was ignored so it did not bother her. About a quarter of the way through her shift, a bunch of the Rebeldes walked in with Carlos at the lead. Trying to ignore them, she set to work pouring a round of tequila shots that some young guys had just ordered. She began to lift them up onto the counter for the guys to take, but on the last one, a hand collided with hers and jerked the glass out of her grasp, causing coffee depths to raise to meet the stone facade of her ex as he tilted the other man's drink back and took it all easily, not even bothering to flinch. Glaring, the maiden stepped back moving down the bar and busing herself with other things, but he followed. ¿Donde es tu stradda panocha, Niyna? Get tired of that gringo pingo? ¿Uno paseo bastante? He sneered, laughing while she remained passive, pouring another beer and handing it over the counter to the woman who waited on it. Knowing it would frustrate him, the lass continued to ignore that he was even there. After a short time, he grew tired of the game and finally got down to the point, leaning over the top of the bar when she returned to the front face with his breath hot upon her face, causing stomach to spin as if she were going to be sick. The scent that had once been so familiar was now nothing more than revolting. You tell him I'm looking for him puta. No hombe basura is going to take a mujer de Rebeldes. He needs to learn fast to huddle behind his jefe like a good perra and leave this town to its real owners. Holding completely still, Niyna remained frozen till after he and his friends had walked out the door, her depths following them beneath the cover of dark bangs. Another hour passed without any drama and she was allowed to take her break. Walking across the street to the Subway, she got a sandwich for her dinner then sat down at one of the booths, pulling out her phone and ignoring the resentful feeling that tugged at her insides when she scrolled down to the end of her contact list. "Don't go outside tonight. The mutts are on their hunt." She sent him before she could decide against it, doubting he would heed her warning, but there was always a chance. Phone was locked and returned to her pocket so the woman could eat her food in silence before returning to manning the bar for a few more hours, counting down the minutes almost as they ticked pass one in the morning then slowly made their way towards the two, moving far too slowly for her tastes when she got out at five.
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