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Post by Kate Kazakova on Jun 2, 2009 20:15:17 GMT -5
[ like.. BEYOND way too short. i profusely apologize. =/ i really will do better at the next one.. silly long work hours draining my brain power. ] Kate tilted her head in the way of a curious kitten, raising one eyebrow only as long as she spoke. "Two years?" She shook her head a little, kind of shocked by the idea. "I can't imagine living any other way than with my sisters. It's the way I've been since I was created."
She wrinkled her nose a moment, "which just so happens to have been quite a long time." Well, no lady really enjoyed sharing her age. But on top of that, Kate was disinterested in doing that sort of math to figure it out. If she was changed in or around the year one thousand... and it was the early two thousands now, yikes.
Yes, again, Kate didn't want to share her age.
She smirked a little at the thought. She took in an unnecessary breath, drumming fingers on her legs a moment. "Well, are we going to hang out in an alley all evening or dare we take this elsewhere?" She almost winced as the comment left her lips, knowing that a sentence like that could quite possibly be taken the wrong way. Whoops. Kate smirked at Jase anyway, somewhat figuring that she wouldn't really mind which way he took the comment. |
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Post by jason whitechester -- on Jun 5, 2009 3:01:57 GMT -5
OOC}} Beyond short too >.<
Okay, so maybe you had to call Jase fairly anti-social, with the exception of the occasional one night stand. But they pretty much always ended up serving two purposes, anyway, because they were then dinner. There were reasons for that, though - he wasn't exactly the number one supporter of humans. His memories of them, with only a few painful select ones remaining clear as crystal in his upgraded, predatory mind - and they were awful ones. When Lillian died, particularly. The sharpest one was 4:17 AM, February 17th, 1945. When he'd leaned over Lilly and heard her breath catch in her throat, saw her eyes glaze over with stars no one else amongst the living could see. When he'd turned on his father and just yelled for a while, until the words stopped and it was just emotion and power, channelled through his vocal chords. Everything that night seemed off colour, tinted red with hate and pain. Because it so should have been him to have the emerald shards of glass flower outwards and embed in his skull, to drip with blood. Swallowing, Jase shook himself back to the conversation at hand - all over in approximately seven seconds. But that was seven seconds longer than he wanted.
He didn't answer her faintly disbelieving 'Two years?' comment, but the comment about her age wasn't really something demanding an answer. Jason was seventy-eight, which wasn't hugely old when you factored in the whole immortality thing, but for humans they'd be pretty senior by now. Just a few decades, a handful of metaphorical heartbeats for them. "I guess it kind of depends on what you're raised like." he shrugged, with a half smile that had his well fed scarlet eyes glitter a little in the weak light. And he guessed at the real meaning behind her easily-misconstrued statement - smirking playfully. "Oh? Well, I generally like to get to know a girl first, but i can make an exception." he laughed, and shook his head slightly. "Sure, though. I'd like the opportunity to say 'wanna go for a coffee', but the stuff tastes like mud, sooo.."
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