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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 2, 2011 20:25:13 GMT -5
"Understood." He said simply. Leo was submissive. He would do anything he was told, sometimes literally. He didn't really have a mind of his own that he listened too. The only thing he did with that mind was deciding on what book he should read next. Oh and whether he should run or just stand there and take the hits. No he was a submissive person, and if he ever did it, he would more than likely be on the bottom. No doubt about that. Hell Altair could tell him to kiss her feet and he would. He was just someone who needed someone to tell him what to do. A smart boy who did nothing for himself. Only there to please others. That was what his mind thought, and he didn't know if there was anything that could take his mind out of that frame set. He didn't know, maybe he might not find out, maybe he would. But for now, the boy's will was to do everyone elses .
Leo didn't judge Altair, it wasn't his job to judge people, to judge her. No his job was to do her bidding. Really that was it. So he didn't judge her for having to be a stripper, he doubted that she liked it though. Leo thought the girl could go into modelling, and the way that was he thought it was good pay. Why she didn't well that was her business and he wasn't allowed in that. So he continued on with the cleaning. He wondered how she was feeling about losing her other sister though. He knew something of the feeling. He had lost both his parents in the span of five minutes. So maybe he could relate to her, but he doubted she wanted his sympathy. It was Altair for Christ's sake. The girl never showed emotion other than, pissed off, and your fucked.
Leo turned to her as she spoke. "All right," He spoke simply. He knew she didn't literally mean that but he would have to hide. Maybe if it was his last choice he'd get out through the fire escape. He saw it when he was cleaning the bathroom. It wouldn't be hard for him to escape out of it. He cleaned the dishes, finding the dish soap and the sponge under the sink. Quickly and efficiently he washed and rinsed them placing them on the side so he could dry them later. Rinsing off his hands he pulled off a paper towel and dried the the dishes. After a bit of searching he found the right cupboards and placed them in their corresponding places. Then taking initiative he cleaned the counter and the stove top with the sponge and soap. Next he dried off the wet areas with a paper towel and rinsed the sponge in hot water. The place was a lot cleaner after he was done with it. When he finished his current task he moved on to his next like a robot programed for this.
He picked up a phone book and flipped through looking for the right person, then finding it he called. The conversation he went through was the normal jargon that one would expect for setting up an appointment. Then he hung up and looked towards Altair. "The cable guy should come next week at five." He said then he walked towards the couch and stood beside her hands behind his back. "So the laundry?" This next task would probably take him an hour or more because laundry took a long time to do. Plus he had to sort out and separate it.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 2, 2011 20:46:59 GMT -5
Altair rolled her eyes at the word. He sounded like some goddamn robot built to satisfy her whim and command. This would be otherwise good and well, but it was just pathetic. If it weren’t those Thunder bitches chasing him on the cliffs, it would have been her attacking him. He was lucky that she didn’t want to expend any more energy on him, otherwise he’d have gotten a lot worse than he already had. Elemental rock, paper, scissors got him beat between the two.
She was getting to wonder whether or not the boy had a personality. She usually wasn’t curious about people, didn’t care about them, but he was so goddamn quiet. She just shrugged it off. It was good, if anything. Better than having him obnxiously running his mouth or some shit. If there was something that could top the list of things she hated, it was people who just liked to hear themselves talk. Like she cared about anything that they had to say. She really didn’t. Really, the only thing she cared about was Rowena. Was that sad? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. Altair liked to keep things simple and clean.
While Leo was washing the dishes, she had finished paying off the bills, having established a system for paying a little while ago. Right after stopping with the Vicodin she’d needed something to keep her hands busy, keep herself busy, and so she occupied herself with figuring everything out.
The girl was actually rather surprised that he’d done everything she’d pretty much commanded him to. ”Good.” Never a thank you passing from those glossed lips. Ever. When she thanked someone, it meant admitting that she needed something in the first place. She didn’t really need this, it was just a way for the kid to do whatever the fuck he felt he had to do and then leave her alone. She could actually tolerate him, astounding for an Earth student, but that didn’t mean she was going to be nice. Altair didn’t do nice. She didn’t answer him when she went into her purse looking for the quarters. She handed them and said, ”Clothes are by the door. I’ll still be here when you come back to let you in.” She would be late, but they could suck her dick. ”You could come with me if you like,” she said with a malicious smirk, as if the devil offering him a book to write his name down.
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 3, 2011 14:41:46 GMT -5
He nodded, that was maybe the closest that he'd get to a thank you from the girl. He didn't know what else she could say. A thank you might have been nice, but hell he did this because he was condemned to do it. He didn't need the thanks, he was doing his repayment. So quietly he took the quarters and shoved them into his pocket, the coins jiggling with every step he took. He turned his head towards her as she offered him the option to go with her. "The strip club?" He looked down at his feet, then back to her, "I'll think about it," He said with a shrug. Then he picked up the laundry basket and walked towards the machines.
Leo stared at the machines confused about what the hell he was supposed to do. It took him a few minutes to decipher the worn out instruction but eventually it came to him. Doing as the instructions told him he separated the clothes (he knew that much from doing his own laundry) and then placed them in. He did what he had to, putting the detergent in and such things. He had three loads to do, and if each machine took about maybe twenty minutes each, it'd take him at most, two hours to go. But his math might have been off. Leo preferred to to problems on paper and not in his head.
When one machine was done he put it in the dryer and put the next load in the washer. When the dryer had finished he put what was in the washer in the dryer and the last load in the washer. While those two things were going he folded the load that had just came out of the dryer, trying hard not to think weird thoughts when he had to fold panties. Setting the folded laundry in the basket he sat and waited for the last load to be finished.
Why not go with her to the strip club. He'd probably never go without a reason too. And right now she was giving him a reason to go. Surely it was an experience most people had sooner or later. Why not sooner, then he could spend his time sitting alone reading. He had an opportunity in front of him, he read that you shouldn't let those slip, so you know what, He was going.
When he finished with the laundry he went back to the apartment and knocked on the door. When it opened he looked at the girl coolly,"I'm coming with you," he declared rather evenly.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 3, 2011 15:45:14 GMT -5
This kid was just fucking strange. She’d simply been fucking with him when she’d invited him to the skin joint, not expecting him to be so…acquiescent. That was the best way to describe him, an acquiescent person. ”You do that,” she muttered, shaking her head. She didn’t know how her boss would feel about her bringing in Leo, but he could just chill at the bar or whatever. If he ever came. With her image of Earthies being innocent little prudes, she didn’t think he’d ever agree. And she wouldn’t care. The sooner she could be done with him, the better.
While Leo did his thing, Altair went into the fridge and grabbed herself a beer, going back to drape herself across the couch. It was too quiet wihtout the television, and it made her think. She shouldn’t have been allowed to think. The beer could only do so much to take the edge off, to focus her mind on anything other than her crapsack life that she was trying to make better for she and her sister. But her mind kept returning to the bills, and her job, and what she planned on doing to get out of this place. To move on up. Need money to make money. And she didn’t have too much money thanks to her spending habits.
After finishing the bottle, she heard a knock on the door. Opened it and lifted her eyebrow. ”Whatever,” she said nonchalantly. Altair grabbed her jacket and put it on, damning that the weather was getting chillier now. It meant covering up more, and she liked to show what she got. Outside in the parking lot, she handed Leo the helmet and started up her Ducati, waiting for his hands on her waist before shooting off. It didn’t take too long to get to the grungy looking building, made all the more ironically depressing with neon signs. She walked inside and told Leo, ”Make yourself invisible. If I get in trouble because of you, it will be your ass. Do I make myself clear?” She gestured toward the bar as if a signal for him to stay there forever.
Her boss approached then, looking rather fumed. She rolled her eyes. ”The fuck have you been? And who’s he?” She sent him a cold glare. ”I’m here now.” The man gave Leo one more assessing look before shaking his head and telling her, ”Get up there, I’m cutting your paycheck for this.” He walked away and she scowled, muttering curses under her breath. She didn’t need this. ”Invisible,” she repeated to Leo before heading off to the stage.
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 3, 2011 20:32:43 GMT -5
Leo put on the helmet dutifully, then sat behind her and wrapped his skinny arms around her waist. They shot off quickly, and it was pretty fun. Being on a motorcycle was anyway. It was another experience he could cross off the bucket list. He wondered how this amazing machine hadn't been stolen in a place like this. A Ducati here, in downtown was like a diamond mind that had diamonds lining the cave with a neon sign yelling Diamonds here!. Either way they eventually made it to the neon covered building. Slipping in beside her he wanted to give her a salute, but knowing that being a smart ass to Altair was a bad route he just nodded.
Before Leo could walk away to the bar where he was told to sit, a rather burly man came up to them. The dialogue between Altair and (he guessed) her boss ensued. He knew he was in there somewhere in that conversation. Then she glared at him, and repeated the order. He nodded and headed off in the opposite direction of Altair. He didn't avert his eyes here, no, it was a place where skin was made to be shown, so that's where his eyes went. They wandered, and he knew he wouldn't get into trouble for this. Well unless his aunt found out then yea, yea he would get into trouble.
The helmet still in his hand he sat down on a bar stool and looked at the bartender. " What'cha want kid?" He asked Leo as he put a glass back under the counter. Leo thought back to the many books he's read and decided to try out one that didn't seem to bad. It did have coke in it so it shouldn't be as bad as something like scotch, or vodka. And this was his first drink too, he didn't want it to be cheap like a beer. No he wanted something he'd remember, hopefully. " Bourbon and Coke," Leo said simply. The bartender shrugged his shoulders and a minute later there was a cup filled with bourbon and coke sitting in front of him. Leo took the drink and gave it a sip, than a swish, and then he gulped some down. He found it rather tasty, and he liked the odd flavor it gave him. By the time he had finished his glass barely five minutes had passed. " Another?" The barkeep asked as Leo raised his glass towards him, he nodded.
Leo was sitting in the corner edge of the bar, his third drink in his hand, just half filled. He slowed down realizing this might cost him a lot more than he thought. He had only brought twenty bucks with him, the last of his money until his aunt sent him more. Oddly like he had read in a book once, the alcohol made him seem more confident in himself. So he sat there staring at the women that passed him by giving a grin to a few who looked his way, though he didn't really interact with them. He was told to keep out of trouble, and he guessed that, that was trouble. His eyes wandered until he saw Altair. They stopped, and he stared. The barkeeper noticed this and leaned on the counter talking to Leo. "Watch out for that one, face like an angel, soul like a devil," The man said and then went back to doing what he had been doing before. If those words reached him, he didn't know, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 4, 2011 15:36:43 GMT -5
Altair was proud of her glossy Ducati, didn’t even care that downtown wasn’t the best place to keep it. She hoped any aspiring thieves would be aware of the fact that she’d shank them if they tried to steal her bike. The girl had expensive tastes, she guessed she’d taken it from her modelling pastlife. It was also detrimental to her current life. It’s where most of her money went, after all—booze, drugs and clothes.
For a girl like her who believed she deserved the utmost respect, she knew she could have better than the stage and these heels and her body was meant for more than the eyes of destitute men. To Altair, her skin and flesh was a talent, like people consiered their art or writing. It was something she could use to get ahead in the world. But now it was herre, for this pole and these people, men watching as she met each of their eyes with a seductive smile. At least she was in control. At least these men were under her hypnotic command for the time she was up there, showing off like the best of them.
She slipped on jeans and a halter top in the changing room, trying to make just a little small talk with the other girls. The Fire bitch was getting better at being sociable at least. She could crack inappropriate jokes like the best of them, and she rather enjoyed it. I need something better. No, she deserved something better. And it wasn’t just her ego talking—everyone deserved better than this hand she had dealt in her life. Not that she’d admit she hated it. No, she’d just fume in silence. That was how she worked.
Walking out to the bar, she noticed Leo still there and got herself a jagerbomb. ”Do you want me to tak you home or do you want to keep looking at the skin show?” she asked dryly, downing the shot. It would probably just be a few tonight—she didn’t want to get hammered when she needed to get home with herself and her Ducati in tact.
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 5, 2011 15:36:57 GMT -5
By the time she left the stage, Leo was still wishing he had gotten closer. But he was meant to stay in the seat and thus he stayed there. He didn't want any trouble, not from anyone here anyway. Hell he didn't want any trouble from anyone at all. So he stayed where he was, watching women dance in front of the men's lewd eyes. He wondered how many actually wanted to be there, the women not the men. But surely some of them wanted something better than that life. Than this life. Maybe some of them did want a better life. He didn't know, he probably wouldn't find out.
Leo looked at his watch as she asked her question, "Back to the Academy I guess. Or you can drop me off at the bus stop. Either one works," He said as he finished his drink. Putting it down on the counter he payed the barkeeper with a ten dollar bill. He was tired, sleepy from the drink, but he still felt this weird sort of energy. Like he didn't want to sleep, maybe he had too much to drink. Either way he took his change and shoved it in his pocket.
He walked outside, trying his best to keep his balance. He put the helmet and waited beside the bike, hoping she'd bring him back to the Academy, hopefully, she didn't just throw him out somewhere, that would suck pretty badly. He knew he'd be back in a week, ready to clean her place once more. Maybe then he'd get to meet Rowena, but maybe he won't. It was really all up to fate for him. He didn't know if he'd end up back there again or not. Hopefully he wouldn't get mugged or anything on his way back. He didn't think his debt was repaid. If it was then he'd probably never head back to that place ever again.
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