Rain; how Cliche—Alexsei

[ryn]

Alek shrugged at her statement. "Your right you are a monster" he stated as he stood up and walked over to the weapon rack. He picked up a Desert Eagle that was stored next to his 500 magnum and loaded a clip into it. He looked over at Ana then back at the gun. They were both monsters. The difference was he could control himself. He wasn't always able to that's why Nikolai used to lock him up on full moons. What would Niko do in this situation. He was taught to be decisive, so what was the issue. It would be a simple task to press the barrel against her forehead and pull the trigger, but Niko had taken him and and raised him. Alek however wasn't the nurturing type.

Alek walked over and set the gun down in front of her. "Maybe you should just end it all, in this moment while your in control of who lives or dies. All you have to do put it against your head and pull the trigger" he stated while gesturing towards the weapon. What would she do? Use it on herself? Use it on him? He doubted she would even pick it up. She didn't have it in her. She wasn't a warrior, or a killer. She was just some scared little girl that got dealt the wrong cards in life. It was probably why he had not killed her already. He noticed this right from the start. Perhaps it would be better to put her out of her misery, but he was giving her a choice. She could live or she could die, but at least it would be on her own terms.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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“You’re right you are a monster,” came the reply. Anastasia flinched as if she’d been hit, though there was really no reason for her to react in such a manner. What had she expected? Something comforting? Probably. But she should have known better from someone who would kill her at the drop of a dime. He got up and started toward his little weapon rack and Anastasia lifted her head, red-violet eyes wide. Was he really going to shoot her? Was he really going to put her out of her misery? End it all and let her finally find some sort of peace in her tumultuous life? He walked toward her and Anastasia tensed. She was a fearful girl, and she talked about just letting it all end, but she was scared. She was scared of dying because she didn’t know what would happen afterwards. Would it hurt if he shot her, even if it was to kill? Anastasia had been shot a couple times and it had never felt good.

But the gun to sit in front of her on the ground. She looked up at the tiger confused, but before she could ask, he answered her unspoken question. “Maybe you should just end it all, in this moment while you’re in control of who lives or dies. All you have to do put it against your head and pull the trigger,” he suggested, watching her. Anastasia stared up at him for a few seconds before she uncurled from the little ball she had come to sit in. The gun was just sitting there on the ground idly. He wanted her to take her own life? Or was he expecting her to pick it up and use it on him? For several seconds she just stared at the weapon, sitting on her knees, her hands in her lap. End it all herself? She had never thought about it. She had always figured that eventually someone was going to succeed in killing her, so she didn’t have to think about it. Her hand extended toward the gun, but she hesitated then pulled it back and hung her head, her hair falling over her shoulders to shadow her face. “I can’t. . . I'm scared.”

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 370
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alek
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek took the pistol, clicked the safety on and placed in in the waist of his pant's then he stood up and walked back over to his chair. After he finished reading the news he shut down the laptop and stood up making his way over to the fridge , and once more retrieved a beer. He opened it a took a deep swig before opening the deep freezer and taking out a large slab of meat. He took out his combat knife and using physical strength cut a large piece of the meat off and put the rest back into the freezer. "I already knew what you would do...I could see it in your eyes. You couldn't hurt anyone intentionally. Not even yourself. So instead you want to selfishly wait for someone to pull the trigger for you." he said as he got an over tray from a pile of salvaged kitchen junk.

Alek put the meat on the tray and placed it into the oven. "hungry?" he asked. As he walked back over and sat in front of her on the floor. He stared at her for a moment before he spoke some more. "Lives are important, so you should be afraid to take one even if it is your own. If you don't care about the lives you take then you really are a monster. I retract my earlier statement. You are not a monster, nor could you ever be. But you do have a monster inside you if you cant learn to control it then you do need to die." He stated as he once again removed the DE from his person and rested in on the floor between them before clicking off the safety. "I can do it painlessly for you. Or perhaps you think you can control what is inside yourself?" he asked it was an important question. The same exact words had been said to him once. It determined everything.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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“I already knew what you would do. . . I could see it in your eyes. You couldn't hurt anyone intentionally. Not even yourself. So instead you want to selfishly wait for someone to pull the trigger for you,” the Russian tiger announced after removing the gun from Anastasia’s presence and doing something with the fridge. The smell of meat reminded Anastasia about how hungry she really was. Her head lifted slightly from its gaze to the floor and she looked longingly over to where the scent was coming from. His words stung her, however, but they were true. She was miserable and alone and she hated the thing that resided within her, but she wouldn’t ever be strong enough or brave enough to take her own life. She wasn’t one of those depressed, suicidal types who was always looking for a way to kill herself. Danger seemed to present itself to her on its own, but she always seemed to get out of it.

Alek asked if she was hungry and Anastasia simply nodded her head eagerly. She hadn’t eaten since lunch that day, and now it was way past dinner time. Her stomach was empty and the scent of the cooking meat was tantalizing. Anastasia’s muscles tensed when the tiger walked closer to her and she leaned back slightly, wary and afraid of him, but he simply sat down in front of her. The look she got was unnerving, and she couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a few seconds before she had to look down—it was from her obedient nature. However, when he went on his rant about the fact that she wasn’t a monster, just that the beast inside her was. That was something she had come to wonder about, trying to decide if it was really true. Was she any better for not trying to fix it? Once more, the gun was placed in front of her and she was given a choice. “I can do it painlessly for you. Or perhaps you think you can control what is inside yourself?”

Anastasia looked up from the gun at the tiger, her head cocked slightly to the side. She lifted a hand to move a wet strand of her hair from her face. Could she? Not right away, obviously. She didn’t have the talent that Kyla had had at it. . . . She wasn’t even sure if she had the will power to control such a dominant beast. But it was either that, die, or continue to be a monster that wanted nothing more than to kill. She looked up from her hands that had started to wring the hem of her shirt in thought. The end was wrinkled now, and probably the only dry part of her shirt. She didn’t look up at Aleksei as she responded, her voice quiet and wavering with doubt. “I—I could—I want to control it. . . I do. And—I wish. . . I wish I could learn. Kyla. . . had been trying to help me when the hunters showed up. Now. . . now I don’t know what to do. I don’t. . . she was the only one I had.” Fresh tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall before Anastasia sniffed loudly and wiped the tears away.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 557
---------MUSE Great
---------CHATTER Woo! Finally got a good post out!
---------COSTAR Aleksei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek nodded and walked over to the trunk of one of the cars. He opened it revealing a pile of clothes. They were all has size however so nothing would be of much use to the small framed female. He removed a shirt from the trunk and closed it. Then he tossed the shirt over to her. It would be like a gown on her but it was at the very least dry and fairly clean. Alek checked the meat in the oven then sat back down on the chair. The smell of the meat drifted around the warehouse, Alek was pretty hungry. Usually he didn't full cook his meat but he had her with him at the moment so he figured He'd at least let it at least stop bleeding.


"It is hard to learn to control yourself. I was born this way, and it still took me a bit to get the hang of it. But as long as you have somewhere secure to detain yourself in the event that you do transform against your will you should be able to eventually. In the case that you cant....you can keep that weapon" he stated while gesturing to the Desert Eagle. It was a high caliber weapon. Which meant that it could do serious damage to an immortal even without special bullets. Of course range, and area of impact mattered greatly. A round to the brain would kill any immortal.

"If you don't have such a place I suggest you find one before the next full moon" He said as he leaned forward and closed his eyes. He wanted to rest them for a bit. He didn't spend much time sleeping, He didn't like the idea of being in a state where you could be caught off guard. When he did sleep it was in spurts. Catnaps if you will. Often times he would shift before going to sleep simply because his senses are at there max in his other form and even in his sleep would be able to hear someone approaching.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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Anastasia watched him get up and head toward one of the cars, leaving the gun in front of her. She looked down at it numbly, wondering why he'd left it there for her. Maybe he'd just forgotten it. The slam of a car door jolted her out of her thoughts and she started when the shirt he threw toward her hit her. It didn't hurt, it had just surprised her. Sighing and shaking her head, she unfolded it and looked it over. It was huge. But it was better than the damp clothes she was wearing. Warmer, too. However, she wasn't about to just change out there in the open. When he went to check on the meat, Anastasia got up and scuttled behind one of the cars, then started to peel her clothes off of her. Her skin was slick from the wet clothes, so she waited a few seconds for the air to dry her off a little bit. She started to shiver again, but once she finally got the dry shirt on, she felt much better. When she was situation and dressed, Anastasia ventured out from behind the car and sat down in the same spot she had been—a little further, so she wasn't sitting in a puddle that had formed around her.

“Spa`sibo,” she said, taking a hold of a fold in the shirt and worrying it—her nerves were completely shot. But the thought of food in her stomach was a good one; her stomach was knotting with hunger and she wondered if he always cooked his meat. She looked up from the gun again as he started to speak. "It is hard to learn to control yourself. I was born this way, and it still took me a bit to get the hang of it. But as long as you have somewhere secure to detain yourself in the event that you do transform against your will you should be able to eventually. In the case that you can't. . . you can keep that weapon," he said to her, making a gesture to the gun that still lie on the ground. Anastasia looked at it warily, unsure if she even had it in her to pick the thing up. What if she accidentally fired it? Sighing, she reached out slightly with the intent to just touch it, but her hand shook and she pulled away as if it were a snake that was going to bite her. "I have a place," Anastasia promised.

The mansion had been equipped with some security devices when Anastasia had first moved in so she wouldn't be a danger to the general public.The last few moons she had just been wandering around in the backyard aimlessly, but she had been able to get over the walls when the electricity wasn't turned on. But. . . Anastasia didn't see how it could help her at all. She fidgeted for a moment, and then looked up at the tiger, wondering briefly why he was putting up with her. "Ah. . . but how. . . how would that teach me. . . control? It just. . . just seems like it would make it angrier," she asked quietly. Oh, she wished she had the will power like Kyla did. But Anastasia had never wanted to be like this. She wished she had just stayed home that night instead of going out. She wished she had called Draven to come pick her up instead of sitting at that bus stop. . . then she never would have met Daktari and she never would have had to kick Draven out of her life. . . she never would have gone through all of the torture. . . and Kyla would still be alive.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 629
---------MUSE Great
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Aleksei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek opened his eyes and ran a hand across his face obviously not used to having someone around much less someone who talked as much as she did and asked so many questions. He stretched and looked over his shoulder at her. "Use all your strength to keep yourself from changing during a full moon. When you can prevent the change then you'll gain the ability to control it. So if you lock yourself up while you try to resist if you fail at least your locked up if you don't then what's to stop you from letting yourself out?" he half asked half stated. Simply put no one could teach a were-person how to control there other half it was simply something they must learn how to do for themselves on their own.

Alek got up and walked over to the oven after turning it off he opened it and took the the tray out with his bare hands. he put the tray on top of the stove and watched as the burns began so slowly heal. He had learn to almost completely ignore pain. Niko had made sure of that. Some of the training he went through was borderline torture, but in the end the result was that he could ignore pain by purely mental fortitude alone. Knowing that his injuries would heal almost instantly helped a bit with that. He rubbed his palms together to ensure that the burns where completely gone then he took out his combat knife and checked the meat.

It seemed to be about medium rare that was done enough he supposed. Alek got a fork and another knife then He picked up the tray again it was still pretty hot but not enough to sear his flesh like when he took it out of the oven initially. He walked over to Ana and set the tray in front of her then he sat as well. Alek gestured towards the meat and placed a fork and a knife in front of her. He reached out and tore off a piece of meat with his hand and popped it into his mouth. If she wasn't going to eat then he'd eat it all without a problem.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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SEE WILL BE. RHYMES THAT KEEP THEIR SECRETS -------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- WILL UNFOLD AND THERE UPON THE RAINBOW IS THE ANSWER

The silence fell over them again, but at least he’d given her a bit of advice that she could use. He obviously was not interested in helping her at all, so she didn’t bother asking anymore. It seemed rather straight-forward, anyway. Just try to stop the transformation. Simple enough, right. . . ? Anastasia sighed slightly and sat with her knees under her, worrying the hem of her—Alek’s—shirt nervously. What was she even doing here? Had she really been that desperate for interaction that she had followed him here? She was more surprised he hadn’t told her to just run along. Maybe he wanted someone to talk to as much as she did. The smell of burning flesh made her lift her head up and she saw the tiger handling he little pan of meat with bare hands straight out of the oven. Her mouth popped open, but she didn’t say anything. He didn’t seem bothered by it, and there was nothing that she could do to help. Had it been her, she probably would have been very hurt and would have dropped the thing.

Alek walked over to her and Anastasia started to get up, but he sat down in front of her with the trey of meat, so she merely remained seated. A knife and a fork were presented to her and took up both of them. “Spa`sibo,” she muttered quietly in thanks, starting to cut at the meat with knife and chew slowly. Alek devoured his like he hadn’t eaten in forever, but she was much more lady-like when she ate, even in the presence of someone who probably didn’t care if she had manners or not. “I am grateful that you’re letting me stay here. . . I promise I’ll leave tomorrow when it’s stopped raining and isn’t. . . so dark out,” she murmured after a few minutes when the silence, once again, became too much for her to bare.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 327
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alek
---------WARDROBE Large shirt
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek raised an eyebrow and swallowed the meat that he had been chewing on. He wiped he mouth on the back of his sleeve, and chuckled a bit. It was hard to tell whether it was real or sarcastic but for such a sound to even originate from him was a rare occasion indeed. "You are afraid of the dark? What is out there that someone like you can be afraid of?" he asked before shoving another large piece of cooked meat into his mouth. Really what was there in the dark that a were should fear. Vampires? Other Weres? Hunters? The dark itself. Or was it simply a human based fear left over from when she was...normal.

The idea was silly to Alek, the dark held little that the day didn't and as a Were the dark might as well be the day because your eyesight allows you to see as such. Or at least he thought it worked that way. besides hyenas were nocturnal anyways weren't they? Alek swallowed then stood up and walked over to the fridge. Obviously he was gonna get another beer. He opened the fridge grabbed two beers,and walked back over. He held on out to Ana. Once she took it he would walk back over to the chair and sat down. "You can use the bed" he stated as he sat down and opened his beer.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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Anastasia looked up at Alek when he started to chuckle to himself and she blushed slightly, hunching her shoulders. She was unsure what he was laughing at, and she tried to think back at what she said, but he answered her unanswered question a few seconds later. “You are afraid of the dark? What is out there that someone like you can be afraid of?” he asked, making Anastasia blush more and she looked down at the little plate of meat, poking at it with her fork. She had been afraid of the dark when she was human, and though now she could see well in the dark, there was still those things out there. Seeing them coming didn’t make it any less better. “I’m not afraid of the dark, I’m afraid of what people do when it’s dark. . . when it’s day nothing happens that often because everyone can see, but at night very little can so they do anything. . . and I might be a hyena now. . . but I don’t protect myself very well,” she muttered quietly, waiting until she was finished to continue eating.

After a few more minutes, Alek got up and headed toward the fridge. Anastasia didn’t look up at him, just continued to eat the meat so she could get some. It was a little dry and she wished she had some ketchup or steak sauce, but she wasn’t about to ask. It was just straight up cooked meet with nothing on it, no seasoning, but it was filling her stomach so Anastasia didn’t dare complain. She was guest here, after all, and Anastasia knew Aleksei probably didn’t want her there in the first place. When he came back, he had a beer for her. Anastasia tilted her head down slightly and waited a second before she took it, then set it down next to her. She didn’t drink, and she didn’t like the taste of beer when Kyla had all but forced it down her throat. Anastasia didn’t want to say anything, so she just muttered a thanks and continued to eat the meat until it was gone or she was full.

“You can use the bed.” Anastasia looked up at him, then at the little mattress that was probably the bed he was talking about. Swallowing the piece of meat she had in her mouth, she sat her fork and knife down and looked up at him. “Are—are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother. . . ,” she muttered, fidgeting with her shirt. She was done eating now, and she was aware that it was getting late. With the meat in her, it would be a little hard for her to get to sleep for a while when it started to get her some energy. There was no problem with her sleeping on the floor, maybe on one of the blankets up there. She already knew she was imposing on him, and she didn’t want to any more if she could help it. Anastasia wasn’t even really sure what she was doing there in the first place. It was probably because she didn’t want to walk all the way out to the mansion alone and because she didn’t want to be alone. The man wasn’t good company, but at least he was some company.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 560
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Aleksei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek shrugged at her question and closed his eyes. The logical part of his brain was still urging him to kill her. He'd never let anyone live before. What if this was some kind the start of some type of trend. What would Nikolai think. Hell it had been over two centuries since he was killed. He wasn't thinking much of anything. Alek had lived his life after Niko died based on what he though Nikolai would do in a situation. Now here he was faced with a dilemma. One that he knew his father had faced when he found him abandoned in the forest. Was he really abandoned or did Niko kill his family? It didn't matter he was to young to remember and now he was too old to care. He had always took every word from that man's mouth as the truth. When he was killed Alek was alone and he'd been alone ever since.

Perhaps that was why Niko had kept him rather than killing him on the spot. The man had no friends no family. perhaps he was also tired of being alone. Was it okay to break the rules, betray the code simply because you can't relate to the ones you are supposed to protect so instead the embrace the beats that you are supposed to destroy. Alek opened his eyes and pounded his palm against his forehead he didn't wanna think about Niko. Or remember the only time he had ever felt despair. He decided that Niko would have done exactly what he had and sighed.

"You can sleep wherever you want the bed, the floor, one of the car's it's all the same It's not much but it's safe here. No one can open that door without much effort and it's loud enough to wake the dead. In the morning I'll drive you to where you need to go. I also need to check the place where you'll be detaining yourself." He stated he stated plainly before closing his eyes again He probably would not sleep to night. He never could completely trust a were that did not have complete control over themselves He was strong but if caught of guard he'd get his throat torn out just like anyone else. So he'd rest his eyes but sleep was out of the question.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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SEE WILL BE. RHYMES THAT KEEP THEIR SECRETS -------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- WILL UNFOLD AND THERE UPON THE RAINBOW IS THE ANSWER

“You can sleep wherever you want the bed, the floor, one of the car's it's all the same It's not much but it's safe here. No one can open that door without much effort and it's loud enough to wake the dead. In the morning I'll drive you to where you need to go. I also need to check the place where you'll be detaining yourself,” Aleksei responded to her concern about being a bother. She smiled slightly—a real smile—at the thought of it being safe here. Others might not believe someone who had earlier talked about killing them, but Anastasia trusted him. She tended to trust just about anyone. Slowly, Anastasia crawled toward the pile of clothes and sifted through the pockets of her jeans and jacket until she came out with a phone. For a few minutes she shared some text messages with a Novosi member who was still on good terms with her, wondering if he could be at the mansion in the morning to do a favor for her. He agreed, even though Anastasia told she would explain later.

Anastasia shut off her phone so it wouldn’t die before the next day, and then put it back in her jacket pocket before crawling back to the place she had been seated, pulling the shirt down unconsciously to make sure that her companion—if he could be called that—couldn’t see up it. She felt incredibly self-conscious in only a shirt, but it was better than her wet clothes. Anastasia didn’t know how much sleep she was going to get, but there was nothing wrong with trying. The mattress look nice, and watching Aleksei for a few minutes, she slowly stood up and inched toward the mattress, making sure he wasn’t going to change his mind. She moved cautiously, as if she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to move. Eventually, though, she did make it to the mattress and sat down on it, sighing. Much better than the hard ground. For the billionth time she glanced up at the tiger to make sure she wasn’t doing anything wrong, and then slowly lied down on her side and curled up, afraid to ask for a blanket.

Just as she had thought, Anastasia had a hard time falling asleep. Of course, she only spent like three minutes trying. It was cold and she was still nervous about all of this. Staying at some strange man’s warehouse just because she was afraid to be alone for the night. Looking up at Aleksei, she saw him with his eyes closed, but it didn’t seem like he was asleep. How could he in that position? “Ah. . . y-you’re not going to kill me in my sleep, are you?” she asked quietly. Anastasia was fairly certain he wasn’t going to—why would he when he had all sorts of chances already?—but she wanted to ask. She didn’t know why. Usually she thought a little more about what she was saying, but not tonight. She just needed to interact with someone for a little while. As soon as it was out of her mouth, Anastasia looked away from him and blushed. “Sorry. . . stupid question. . . .”

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 540
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Aleksei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek didn't bother opening his eyes even though he was wide awake. She asked stupid question to which he decided not to even respond. Obviously she must have realized a long time ago that if he wanted to kill her he'd have simply done it? How many chances had he had tonight. Every moment was a chance after all since there was no way in hell that she could possibly defend against him. She was young, inexperienced, and dangerous. He couldn't let her walk free, but he couldn't kill her either. He could lock her up here but what would that make him?

Alek opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment "I'm a man of my word, always have been. If i give you my word that you are safe here then know that I would rather die than allow my word to be broken. That is the person I am" his voice was stern with a overtone of annoyance. He closed his eyes again noting that she had a very enticing look about her. especially knowing that she was wearing nothing but his shirt. He smirked at the thought, but only for an instant before it vanished back to whence it came.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

look at what you see in her face the mirror of your dreams
MAKE BELIEVE ON EVERYWHERE GET IT IN THE LINE. HIDDEN ON THE PAGES IS THE ANSWER TO
A NEVER ENDING STORY. REACH THE STARS FLY A FANTASY DREAM A DREAM AND WHAT YOU
SEE WILL BE. RHYMES THAT KEEP THEIR SECRETS -------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- WILL UNFOLD AND THERE UPON THE RAINBOW IS THE ANSWER

Anastasia felt stupid for asking the question in the first place and wasn’t surprised when the tiger didn’t dignify it with a response. She just closed her eyes and curled up some more, her legs disappearing inside the shirt that was probably eight sizes too big for her, making it look like she didn’t even have legs. Her eyes opened again, though, when the tiger spoke, and she moved her head slightly to look at him. It was only the polite thing to do, wasn’t it? “I'm a man of my word, always have been. If i give you my word that you are safe here then know that I would rather die than allow my word to be broken. That is the person I am.” He sounded annoyed with her. Anastasia looked away from him, her expression sheepish and repentant. “Sorry. . . . I didn’t mean to offend you,” she murmured quietly, crossing her arms underneath her to keep her arms warm. She’d freeze before she asked for a blanket, thinking it would be a bother.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 178
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Aleksei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek simply nodded. He wasn't offended. He had threatened her life earlier after all. It was human nature to be suspicious of such people especially since she was trapped in this place with him until he saw fit to let her go. Alek however was not in the business of abducting people especially not women. After a while he opened his eyes. She was probably fast asleep by now. He stood up and stretched several popping noises were heard audibly as he bones reset to there correct positions. He took off with shirt which peeled from from his skin with a soft crackle. It had been soaking wet when they got to the warehouse, and had dried against his skin.

He grabbed a few pieces of fresh clothing from the trunk where he got a shot for Ana earlier. He walked over to the bathroom which was equipped with a shower for over night workers. Alek put his fresh clothing on the sink then stripped off his remaining clothing. He turned on the shower and stepped inside. The cool water felt amazing against his skin. He grabbed some body wash and a rag an made sure to wash all the dirt and grime from his skin and hair. After about forty five minutes he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off got dressed and walked back out into the main room. He climbed up a ladder to the catwalk and wne t into the control room. He had cameras around this entire block very little went unnoticed on the many CCV screens.