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Post by tu on Aug 8, 2007 20:38:13 GMT -5
(OOC: Wait—who’s a horse version of what? And of course we are – their nicknames rhyme for crying out loud: it’s fate. I just like to have my characters’ relationships with other characters develop slowly, and gradually. It’s more fun.)
December frowned. “My hair takes special care – and only I know how to do it. Do you see the condition it’s in? It’s a catastrophe! Your fault, by the way. I don’t want you ruining it any more than it is. How do I know you won’t braid it or something stupid like that?” The brunette continued to talk, even when the other man was talking. He was hardly paying attention. So much that he didn’t notice that as he talked and ranted Jess was combing through his beloved hair. Nope. He didn’t notice that. Well… He didn’t notice until another one of Jessie’s comments irked him, that is.
“What!?” He exclaimed, appalled, and staring incredulously at the blonde. “I think you’re a crazy person, you know that? Do the authorities know that you randomly harass pretty people? Huh? Do they? Do—Hey! Don’t touch my hair!”
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 8, 2007 20:47:33 GMT -5
(( Jasper is a horse version of December.. a bit rude when wanting to be can be nice... that kind of thing...This relationship is going to slow for me... It needs to take a leap soon or I'm gonna loose it!))
"I guess you haven't got it yet have you?" Jessie sighed. He then smiled like a five year old. "I'm GAY!" He said it as if he were proud of it. And in fact, he was! He was very proud to say he what he was. He liked men, he didn't mind wemen. "Now if you don't mind, I had three sisters I should be able to at least bring your hair into a respectable shape before we enter town. Now SIT STILL!" With the comand he hoped to have the dumb-strucked-27-year-old-man to calm down. Once he had he gently soothingly combed through December's hair. Just when they reached the outskirts of town Jasper haulted and Jess had finished.
Jessie climbed off Jasper and offered a hand to December so he could get down. "Is there anything I can call you for short, 'cause your name December is quite long and if I need to call you in a hurry I won't be able to say your whole name... how about Dess?"
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Post by tu on Aug 8, 2007 22:32:37 GMT -5
(OOC: I don't think December would be happy to hear that. Oi, and by the way: Writer's Block. Sorry for the crapiness of this. 0.o)
December was unimpressed. The blonde was gay. So what? About 10% of the population was gay – he really didn’t see the ‘special-ness’ in this fact. Besides, December was too and he certainly didn’t feel very special right now. Probably because there was dirt in his hair, he noted darkly. But in any case the brunette certainly didn’t see how that tid-bit of info gave Jessie any right to – oh.
Only December could take that long to figure such a simple concept out. Not the gay thing – the three sisters thing. The young man’s lack of ability to listen (or rather his ability for things to register) was going to be his downfall. Totally.
He honestly wasn’t that comfortable with someone touching his hair – nope. Not really. But he didn’t feel like arguing – and he couldn’t fix it himself without a mirror. So… He let Jess do it, however reluctant the petulant brunette was about it, he still let the other boy do it all the same.
But hell if he was going to let anybody see or know that he let someone other than himself comb his hair: as soon as town was in sight (or rather, as soon as December noticed it), he yanked his head away. Which seemed okay, since apparently Jessie was finished. The vain man wasn’t sure how the squirt had finished the job so quickly but he had, and the man was as ungrateful for it as he ever was.
The traveler kind of dismounted the horse in a daze, and stuffed his hands in his pockets giving a nonchalant shrug. “Whatever – I don’t care.” He remarked lazily. God, he was tired. He needed to wash himself up, and then sleep. Preferably in a nice bed. A feather bed – those were nice.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 8, 2007 22:38:26 GMT -5
"Hm... well then Dess, may your journy end well of nice peacefull-ness... Come Jasper I think we should go wash our selves up a bit before dinner," And with that Jessie waved politly at December before leaving to go wash up at a tiny well near by. Jasper followed after giving a snort of gratitude that Dess had left his back side.
((now I guess we just post a few more seprate post that are about three to four sentences long and then we meet up again when i say the bandets come...how that sound, eh?))
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Post by tu on Aug 8, 2007 22:44:03 GMT -5
(OOC: Keep it really short, and simple, and to the point? I'll try...)
December nodded goodbye to the other man, and gave a glare of disdain to the horse. He walked around aimlessly for a bit before checking into an inn (complete with feather beds). He washed up carefully -- spending quite a while on his hair. And once that process was finishshed with, he dryed off, wrapped a towel around himself and proceeded to 'fix' his hair and style it to 'perfection'.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 8, 2007 22:58:20 GMT -5
((correct!))
Jasper was hooked up into a stable at a cheap inn. He was givin his promised sugar cubes and then Jessie walked up to his room. It was small but comfortable. He took of his cloak and left his two swords wrapped up with in it. "Be back later my children, do not freat," He cooed the lifeless swords. He now only in his black jeans walked down to the bar below. He had himself a meal and just sat and talked with the bar tender, A girl of 34.
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Post by tu on Aug 9, 2007 21:04:52 GMT -5
It successfully took December three hours to get his hair into what he would describe to be a ‘decent’ quality. After that ordeal he shuffled through his bag for some new clothes, got dressed, scooped up his laundry and headed downstairs to the bar (/eating area) – stopping once on his way to drop his dirty clothes with the laundress and pay her to do them. At the bar he ordered a small dinner, which he finished quickly and then, like any good indecent person, he ordered a drink. Alcohol – how we sinners love thee.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 9, 2007 21:32:45 GMT -5
Since Jessie couldn't hold achool very well he held his not quite achoolic dring as he swayed up the stairs to his room. He tripped a few times but he made it up with out a scratch. Once in his room the thoughts of the day seemed to reel in his mind. He picked up one of his precious "children" and cleaned it with one side of his cloak as he thought. "I wonder if I will ever see December again..." He muttered his loudest thought. As he finished polishing his swords he slowly stood to go look out the window. It was almost midnight. He found a bathroom down the hall that was unoccupied. He moved quickly to wash his clothes as he washed himself. Once finished he laid on the bed with just his boxers on and slept lightly.
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Post by tu on Aug 9, 2007 21:42:51 GMT -5
December had always been one to burn the midnight oil. He stayed up for quite some time at the bar despite the fact that he was, for lack of better terms, a lightweight. Fortunately he was also a very slow drinker and so the intoxication that came with the alcohol came just as slowly. And when at last he felt the hints of mild inebriation he stood from the stool, said goodnight to the barkeep, and headed upstairs. He was only lightly dizzy and he didn’t judge that to be any big horror. He changed into a pair of (pajama) pants and quietly shuffled into bed – sleep claiming him quite quickly. He and Mr. Sandman were old pals, you see.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 9, 2007 21:54:19 GMT -5
Early the next morning, slightly before dawn, Jessie woke with a sudden start. He had a dream of fires and blood and screams. He saw December reaching out to him in the mists of it all, but Jess could not hear his voice and soon all turned to black. That was when he awoke. Sweat dripped of his whole body as if he were just in a down pour. "I better attend to Jasper and get out so I don't have to pay anymore than I already did," Jessie murmered as he moved quickly to get dress. As he strapped his weapons around his abdomen his dream came back into mind. He despised when it did that. His dreams always came true, always in some way. He moved swiftly down the steps. Chairs were turned up and glasses neatly put away. The once busy bar now stayed quiet except for the men in a far corner playing a card game of sort. "To Jasper..." Jessie tried to keep his mind of his premnition and on his horse, Jasper.
Jessie stepped into the stables where Jasper waited pationtly. Jessie feed Jasper, washed him, groomed him, and then mounted him. It was time for them to get back on trail. Except Jessie's dream was not leaving him be.
((this one turned out longer than I expected sorry ^^'))
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Post by tu on Aug 9, 2007 22:03:13 GMT -5
(Tis fine. <3)
Unfortunately the consequences of staying up late were more than often that you’d probably get up late too – December was no exception. It wasn’t terribly late when he awoke, granted, but then he had to go and just stay in bed (hiding from the sun) for another hour or two. Eventually he did get up though: he untangled himself from the sheets and stretched and headed to the bathroom to wash up (neat-freak). Once he was done primping he got dressed, packed up and headed downstairs – obliviously chipper. Oh what a beautiful morning – and he didn’t really remember the rest of the lyrics.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 9, 2007 22:06:59 GMT -5
((I'm bringing the bandits in with the next post after this!))
Jessie didn't feel like leaving town so he either rode on Jasper around the out skirts or walked along side him with in the busy steets. He stopped to look at a few stores, but nothing really intrested him. All the while he continued to think about his "Nightmare" he had the night before. The flames, the screams, the blood, and not being able to hear December's voic that obviously was crying out to him. What did it all mean? He didn't know, but he wasn't leaving town until he figured it out.
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Post by tu on Aug 9, 2007 22:24:36 GMT -5
December, on the other hand, didn’t want to leave until the weather changed a little. It was too hot and prolonged exposures to such humidity ruined his hair. He took the opportunity to stock up on some things. He got some more food, more water, and took a particularly long time at a store that was carrying some hair-care supplies. He tried finding a new coat but he didn’t like any of them, and so he entered a small bar again and upon his entrance he realized he had skipped breakfast. Although by now it was a little late, he ordered eggs: just to be a jerk. Or because he had a craving for eggs. One of those.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 9, 2007 22:33:14 GMT -5
"Hey there girly!" A big tall buff bandit said from the corner of the bar that December went into. "Where is your boyfriend? I need to teach him a little leason about killing my partners!" He demanded in a scruff low tone.
Jessie, however, was long and far away. He was fed up with just hanging around town and decided to leave on his previous journey. Once on the outskirts of town he reconized some horses. Branded to those of the bandits he had slaugtered yesterday. Then he realized what his dream ment. He spun around on Jasper who gave a cry of surprise. Jess bounded into town. He had to find December! Or the town could be in danger. He came across a house where a band of men started a fire. "no..."Jess said in a whisper. "NO!" He shouted as he came to a hault. Flames started everywhere. He had been to late.
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Post by tu on Aug 9, 2007 22:40:02 GMT -5
December, not being a girl, did not conclude that the question was aimed toward him. In fact, upon hearing the other man’s words he was thinking that it was a stupid situation and he should try to stay out of it. The oaf was this lady’s problem not his, and it was her fault for having a boyfriend that tended to go on killing sprees. That being said, Dess would stay out of it.
Sniffing the air, the brunette’s brows furrowed and he tugged on the barkeeper’s shirt. “Do you smell smoke?” He inquired curiously.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 9, 2007 22:45:03 GMT -5
"ARE YOU LISTENIN' TO ME GIRLY?" The man picked Dess up by his long hair as he shouted. He had lifted December two feet of the ground. "WHERE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND!?!"
"Damn...damn...Damn. DAMN!" Jess screamed as he looked around at the flames and the bandits who began to murder innocent people. He dismounted Jasper. Jasper began to grow frantic so he ran away, like any horse would do in a fire. Screams filled Jessie's ears. He knew December needed his help. That's what the dream ment. December was in trouble and he couldn't get to him. "Dece...DESS! WHERE ARE YOU DESS!" Jess began to call out as he ran through town pulling out his swords and killing those bandits in his way.
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Post by tu on Aug 9, 2007 22:59:32 GMT -5
December had hardly any time to think that whoever this girl was she was a complete idiot before he felt his hair being yanked and he became painfully aware that the girl was him. Sort of. He would’ve frowned and cursed if he wasn’t yelling in pain and worry (for his hair) and batting the thief with his hands right now. The jerk obviously couldn’t see right – December, for one, was not a girl and he did not have a boyfriend. He didn’t know anybody who had killed—oh wait. That kid – Jess, right? D*nm. This was all his fault! Well… Okay… Not really… But still, the brunette wasn’t particularly fond of the position he was in right now – it was quite painful and his vocal cords were quite good at showing it.
He needed help. Badly. Jess – he needed that blonde; and vocal cords were sure to let that be known too. As a matter of fact, Dess didn’t know he could be that loud. At the very least he was being that loud calling the boy’s name, rather than cursing and screaming and denying femininity.
(OOC: If it's not clear here, 'cember did call Jess' name. I just like writing thought processes at moments of intensity. :P)
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 9, 2007 23:12:44 GMT -5
OCC: I got it perfectly fine...
Bic:
Jess heard his name. He couldn't define the caller, but it didn't matter. If there was a chance it was Dess, he was going to take it. "I'm coming!" Jess hollered back to the continues scream of his name. He came crashing through the building that had just been lit on fire. "Dess we have..." Jessie wasn't planing on the second to head of the bandits to stand before him lifting December as if he were a doll.
"So this is your boyfriend? Whatta ya know...It's old Jess, me boy!" The big brute began to laugh as if it were some kind of joke. He threw December into Jessie, who caught him by his shoulders with one arm and held him close to his body. "You killed your own men? I'm surprise!" The man began to glare at Jessie's unemotional face.
"No...you shouldn't be surprise, for they aren't my men anymore, remember? I've quit your little band and set out on my own purpose once more. Now, I'm going to make you apologize for hurting my dear friend here..." And with that Jessie pulled December gently back to his feet. Jess lunged at the giant and cut his arm. The man pulled out an ax the size of a small child. "Dess, go find Jasper and try to get everyone out of here! This city is gone!" Jess said between the clanks of the metal. The other bandits had all fled the city already, they only waited for their captain, Depus.
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Post by tu on Aug 10, 2007 14:29:47 GMT -5
December stumbled about clumsily for a bit after being brought to his feet. Frankly he was still in a daze, and frankly he didn’t like it. Holding his hand to his forehead (to assure himself that his head was still there), he backed up towards the door – only tripping once and muttering darkly. “Yeah… Don’t worry about me, pal… I’m fine…” He grumbled, groping around with his hand in the space behind him in an effort to find the doorknob. He did find it, eventually, and nearly spilled out of the doorway. And despite his mild irritation he made his uneven way towards his ‘long-lost-best-friend-forever’, the horse.
Then, suddenly remembering the terms of their relationship, he stopped unsurely. “Uhm…” He murmured while combing his fingers though his hair to make sure none of it had been damaged. Poor hair.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 10, 2007 16:38:57 GMT -5
Jasper appeared out of no where in front of December. His eyes held fury and anger for the return ride in the flames. "Well, get on!" The horse grunted.(Did i mention Jasper could talk?))
Jessie burst out of the window shattering it to thousands of pieces. "Jasper! i thought... never mind, let's go. Depus is dead, how I hate to say it. He killed himself with his own weapon...dumbas*" Jess said as he cleaned his blades in a rush. His left arm was badly cut, and his right leg had a huge gash in it. Despite all that, what mattered most to him, was his blades were still dirty with blood. "Darn it, I'm sorry babies, but you'll have to wait for a proper bath..."He moaned as he mounted Jasper. He held out his only working arm so Dess could mount too.
"GET ON, DIMMWIT!" Jasper snorted in his 'horsie' voice. As soon as December was on, jasper took of running. And he didn't slow down until he reached the caravan of homeless people who managed to escape with few injuries.
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Post by tu on Aug 10, 2007 19:22:12 GMT -5
(OOC: 0.0 No. No you didn’t.)
December stared, his mouth agape. He had been expecting the beast to snort, or neigh – or whatever it was that horses do. Not, admittedly, to talk. Nope. Didn’t see that one coming; he was not prepared for it either. Unsurprisingly, it took some time to sink in, and he stood there still and silent and flabbergasted ((OOC: *points to word* Funniest word in the English language. :P)) for what was apparently an unsuitable amount of time for the horse.
And as if the thing speaking wasn’t shocking enough then it had to go and casually (okay, not, per se, casually) throw out an insult. The brunette was taken aback but the mockery was an attack to his pride and god forbid if he didn’t recover quickly to defend himself. “Oh! I’m sorry!” The young man apologized. Sincerely, of course. He wasn’t being sarcastic at all. Nope. Of course not. Just ignore the criticism spilled across his face. “I didn’t mean to take so long getting over the initial shock of having a d*mn horse talk to me! Never mind that you lack the same vocal cords as a human being, never mind that noise doesn’t travel through your mouth and throat the same, never mind that your brain cavity can’t possibly be big enough to comprehend language, never mind that you’re a dumb animal! What was I thinking – being shocked by this ordeal!? ‘Cause, you know, obviously I come across talking horses every day! It’s not an abnormal thing at all! Nope. ‘Course not!” Somewhere in the middle of his rant December had apparently been dragged onto the horse by Jess – not that that stopped him. He continued for quite a while listing all the reasons this event was absurd and how it couldn’t possibly happen. Not that such a show of vocal ability was helping any because said event was, indeed, taking place. But, like any good idiot, he continued all the same – only stopping when he ran out of reasons. And then he was silent for a bit – pouting. That is, until they reached some caravan-place-thing. No, he didn’t stop pouting – god forbid. But he did speak.
“Okay. We’re here. Thanks for everything. I’ll be going now. Bye.” He grumbled moodily, sitting up and looking around for an exit off the horse-thing.
(OOC: *points to horse rant* You will find that December often tries to talk himself out of things happening – it doesn’t really work that well. But he does it anyway. *shrugs* Also I totally abused italics in this reply -- sorry.)
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 10, 2007 19:45:39 GMT -5
"Not so fast," Jasper continued annoyed by the continues blabber on his back. ((remind you of something)) Jasper was 17 hands tall and was quite large for a horse. his talking abilities came from an ancient fairy queen who gave him the powers because he had done an extremely difficult task for her. It was something he had to use wisely, for if you spoke to too many humans he could loose his ability to speak any language he pleased. he explained all this to December as Jessie became unstable upon his back.
"I gotta get off bud, i think I'm gonna puke. My head hurts. Darn, can't i have one day where everything doesn't have to go out of whack!" Jess said stumbling of the bare horse's back. "Jasper, let him go. I just... oh, I'm dizzy," Jess tried to reason with his own horse but it wasn't working. He lost his balance and leaned against the horse, but slipped on his sweaty hide. He tumbled into December as he tried to mouth his apology, his vision became blurry, speech slurred and he passed out from loosing so much blood. ironically though, his cuts had stop bleeding.
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Post by tu on Aug 10, 2007 20:20:00 GMT -5
(OOC: God... Sorry for the delay... Terrible Writer's Block...)
December listened boredly to the creature’s tale, only wanting to get off, frankly. He only paid great attention to a few things, one of those things being something about a fairy helping the beast out. Why in the world a sprite would help out some dumb horse instead of say, December, was beyond him. And why the horse chose to talk to him when it was certain that they would not see each other again was also beyond his comprehension.
God, he was bored – and tired of thinking.
Oh look a distraction. Yay—oh wait… Was he alright…? The brunette gazed curiously upon the boy. He looked sick… Actually… He looked passed out. Oh… Wait… He was passed out, wasn’t he? “Hey… You… Horse—uhm… The kid’s kind of…” December poked the blonde. “Are you okay… Hey… Wake up..." He paused, before adding (to protect his pride), "and get off…”
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 10, 2007 20:32:08 GMT -5
"Don't you ever have kind words to say, put him across my back and we shall be on our way..."Jasper began to snort as he notice movement of jessie.
"wait..." jess said as he moved ever so slightly. "Dess...thank you for your company. i was hoping, so that didn't happen again. you and I could... travel. Together..." Jess said as he pulled himself up by Jasper's reins. He held out a shaky hand to December as a fair well or to come with him. It was up to December, not Jess.
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Post by murasakihato on Aug 10, 2007 20:32:38 GMT -5
((sorry for the long wait, me friend called.))
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