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Post by Jazmin on Dec 27, 2010 23:00:29 GMT -5
Stree laughed - a short, clipped laugh that ended as quickly as it had appeared. "Two things," he told her. "One, I've never met a racist doctor. Two, you're confusing." He sat up, placing his wrists on his knees. "You were just using labels, like, five seconds ago. You were grouping each Drip to be alike, never different from one another. If that isn't labeling, I need to read up."
Stree felt his heart sink at the jab at his dyslexia, but he tossed back his head and laughed. After a calming session, Stree was always more high than calm. His parents had always found it amusing to watch Stree go from spitting fire to howling with laughter. It would always clear up troubles in the house for a couple days.
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Post by Teddy<3 on Dec 28, 2010 8:04:11 GMT -5
Lacey propped herself up one elbow and watched Stree with her head titled to one side and one eyebrow raised. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. The laughter was almost amusing, but she wasn't ready to loosen up. She'd hold a grudge for awhile, like always, even if it was her fault. And the events of the day came back to her, each memory like a hammer trying to pound her into sleep. She wanted to give in and go to bed, but she couldn't. Not right now.
"I was mad, I'm quite hypocritical when I'm mad. And I've never found myself confusing. I personally think I'm a very engaging conversationalist and debator." Lacey said, staring in confusion at the man in front of her. She could already tell this would be a long night.
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Post by Jazmin on Dec 28, 2010 23:50:10 GMT -5
Stree tilted his head forward and looked at Lacey. "An engaging conversationalist and debater, huh?" he asked. He repositioned himself, tucking his legs under him, leaning forward and putting his weight on his hands, tangling his fingers into the grass. "I can see the debater part, but you don't seem like one that wants to talk. You're basically asleep."
Stree leaned back, turning his blue gaze to the shimmering sky. "Wonder what time it is," he murmured. "I left my phone at my house. I didn't want my mom calling me so I left it on my bed." Now that he thought about it, it wasn't his best idea. But he had been in blind rage when he had left the house. He couldn't blame his stupid self.
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Post by Teddy<3 on Dec 29, 2010 0:09:59 GMT -5
Lacey sighed. She was tired. Very. She was guessing it was around midnight or later. She watched Stree out of the corner of her eye.
"Yeah. I'm really tired. Its been a long day." she told him, stifling a yawn. She really just wanted to sleep, but didn't want to stop talking to Stree. In ways, she enjoyed talking to Stree, as weird as it sounded. He may piss her off, disgust her, offend her, and annoy her, but she still enjoyed his company.
In response to her yawn and the growing cold, Lacey turned on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest and curling into a ball. It was a struggle to even keep her eyes open, but she forced them open, staring wide-eyed at Stree. As much as she hated him, she didn't want him to leave.
With a small smile and a familiar feeling their pointless arguing brought, Lacey said "It was stupid of you to leave your phone."
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Post by Jazmin on Dec 29, 2010 1:12:49 GMT -5
Stree snapped his eyes down to Lacey's curled up figure. "I know," he said in faked awe. "I usually never forget my phone, but knowing my mom, she'll keep calling until I answer if I have it. Good thing I at least erased my messages before I left. Mom's nosy."
Another breeze passed through town, bringing a bitter chill to Stree's flesh. His eyes found his sweatshirt and he pulled it closer to him, draping it over his lap. He pulled his revolver out of the back of his pants and slid it into the large pocket on the front, followed by his switchblade. His slid his arms into the sleeves and pulled the cloth over his head. He was instantly greeted by the warmth. With a soft sigh, he pushed his hood back from his head.
"Are you gonna sleep out here, or what? It's not good to sleep in the cold."
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Post by Teddy<3 on Dec 29, 2010 1:28:10 GMT -5
Lacey laughed. "Do you seriously think I care about the cold? I can adapt to most temperatures pretty well. Of course I'm sleeping out here tonight. Much too tired to walk all the way home." she said as though it was obvious.
Realizing how late it probably was, she narrowed her eyes slightly at Stree. "Go home." she said. "You're bound to be tired and I'm sure your mother's worried. And it's getting late."
Jaz yawned, stretching, then curled back into her ball, nestling her face into the warmth and comfort of her arm. She closed her eyes, hoping she'd fall asleep soon and Stree would be forded to leave.
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Post by Jazmin on Dec 31, 2010 23:41:48 GMT -5
Stree looked away. "I can't go home," he whispered. "If I go home tonight, they win. I can't let them win this time. I have to show them that they've pissed me off for the last time. I don't care if Mom's worried, and I can stay up for days straight. Plus I can stay in my turf. I'll live. You, on the other hand," he added, turning his gaze to Lacey's curled up figure, "can easily get attacked out here, especially if you decide to crash right on the line of Drip territory."
Stree turned his gaze to the ground, pulling grass from the earth. He wasn't trying to say that Lacey was incapable of taking care of herself. He just knew that it was incredibly stupid to sleep here.
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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 0:01:01 GMT -5
Lacey just laughed, brushing off the comment about this being a bad place to sleep. "I'm tired, I don't really care were I sleep. And I am way too tired to go home." she told him, breaking off to let a loud yawn through her lips. Then, choosing not to tell him how stupid his competition with his parents was, she just shook her head. "Fine. Don't go home. Do whatever. I'm going to sleep. Yes, right here. I honestly couldn't care less." she told him, turning her back to him.
Purposefully, Lacey slowed her breathing, trying to feign sleep. She didn't want to fall asleep. Not with Stree there. She would wait until he left. Oddly, none of the Drips scared her. But Stree.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 1, 2011 0:24:18 GMT -5
Stree shrugged, allowing Lacey to turn. Hew stared at her back, watching her slow breathing. He waited for about a minute before turning his eyes out to the road.
Softly, he began to hum. If Lacey was awake, she would be able to hear it. It was an old lullaby that his mother used to comfort him with. When he cried, she would hold him to her chest and hum. Since he had gone through a depression at some point in time, he had taken the time to memorize the tune and learn it. He would often hum it before he went to sleep, believing that it would keep nightmares away. Now he was humming it because he felt it fitting.
Pausing his tune for a second, Stree laid back on the cold grass, his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes, allowing the soft lullaby to carry through his senses. He loved the numbing sensation that humming brought him, and the sound that it produced. He loved the way a person could move their throat and create such a beautiful sound.
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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 0:46:18 GMT -5
Lacey listened to the tune silently, feeling comforted by it's soft sound. She began to feel she required no effort to slow her breathing or appear relaxed. She felt comfortable around Stree again, oddly, just by listening to his strong voice hum a tune.
Finally Lacey realized where she was. Reality finally sunk in. She was a small sheep alone in a wolf's den. While she had been so scared of Stree, the only Drip that had ever shown her any kindness, she hadn't even truly thought about the threat of the other Drips. She had to admit, Stree was her only protection.
Rolling over, still pretending to be asleep, she draped an arm over Stree's chest, moving closer to him. She was still pretending to sleep because she knew Stree wouldn't like her hugging him. But there wasn't much he could do about it if she's asleep. Lacey was immediately grateful for having moved closer to him, for his body heat enveloped her, warming her own freezing body.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 1, 2011 1:32:24 GMT -5
Stree cut himself off as he felt an arm drape over him. He opened his eyes to see that Lacey had scooted to him and was snuggled up to him. She was still asleep.
Carefully, Stree continued to hum, picking up where he had left off. Lacey was cold. He knew that she would have been. It was cold outside. Without disturbing her or his humming, Stree wrapped one arm around her and rubbed his hand along her bitter cold arm, warming it. He knew from experience that it was uncomfortable to sleep when you're so cold.
Stree looked down at Lacey as he hummed his lullaby. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. Moving slowly as to not wake her, Stree slipped out from under her and sat up, still humming. He pulled his large sweatshirt off and laid back down, frowning at the cold grass under him. He pulled her close and draped the sweatshirt over the both of them, like a blanket. He pulled Lacey's head onto his chest, her body closer, so she could be covered more and warm.
"Stay warm," he whispered softly before returning to his humming.
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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 1:45:04 GMT -5
Lacey smiled. She couldn't fall asleep now. Not when she might miss this moment with Stree. And now that she and Stree weren't yelling at each other she didn't want to sleep. She wanted to talk to him. About what? She had no idea. Anything and everything. She just didn't know when she would see Stree next, and she was pretty sure that when she woke up in the morning he would be gone.
"Thank you Stree..." she whispered against his chest. She let the lullaby soothe her fears, and decided she could live with waking up without him. If he ever wanted to talk again, he could find her.
"Stree, you really need to go to bed. Don't stay out here all night. I'm used to it." she told him lifting her gaze to his.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 1, 2011 12:41:27 GMT -5
Stree instantly cut his humming off when Lacey spoke to him. Truthfully, he was embarrassed of his singing or humming voice. Men didn't sing or hum.
"Lacey," me murmured, rubbing her arm absently, "I've been out here before; I'll be okay. Stop trying to get rid of me," he added with a smile. "If I go to bed, it'll be right here with you. I'm not leaving you to sleep on my gang's territory. I'd never forgive myself if you got killed because I left you out here."
What was he saying? Of course he would forgive himself! Wouldn't he? Wouldn't I? he asked himself. His mind wouldn't give him any answers.
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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 13:24:05 GMT -5
Lacey didn't respond. She couldn't. How could she tell Stree he was the thing that was scaring her. She'd slept in Drip territory before, but never with a Drip. Especially one she couldn't trust. She knew their kind, he'd tell her anything to make her trust him. And she really did want to.
With a small sigh, Lacey buried her face in his chest. She needed to forget what he was. He was a Drip, but he wasn't much like the others. He had proved that plenty of times.
"Thank you Stree," she murmured, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. She closed her eyes, willing to sleep, but finding she couldn't.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 1, 2011 14:36:10 GMT -5
Stree sighed with relief that Lacey was done arguing with him, resting his head back on the grass. "You're welcome," he breathed, knowing that he didn't need to lift his voice. With her ear pressed to his chest, she would hear.
Tipping his head back, Stree looked at the school. He had been the only one there, but he was still cautious that another Drip might spot them. He didn't see anyone, straining his eyes to look deep into shadows. Other than the shape that his eyes usually would see in the dark - a cowboy figure leaned against a wall, slumped as if he were dying - there was no one. That cowboy was always scary enough.
Relax a little, his mind soothed, no one will come after you. They know who you are.
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