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- Cotl - 03-26-2010 [html]
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Cotl had wrapped his hand up since the incident. He had been trying to use his hand as well, with him trying to reset traps and whatnot. Every time, he either got his hand caught in the trap, or he had bent it wrong and got the wound reopened. His left hand getting the abuse of every day work. He wasn't able to hold his sword too well either. He hadn't really been out of the house much besides checking the traps though, still saddened by the woman ditching him. He was still upset because she was/is one of those people that he really wanted to have a friendship with. He wanted a friend, and him being stupid made her mad and go away. Hell, the kid had stabbed his hand all the way through just because of it. He really wanted a friendship, and he even punished himself because he fucked it up.
Cotl sat in his room, his eyes looking through the plastic of the gasmask that laid on his face. He lit the end of the bowl and breathed in, his eyes slowly closing as he had breathed the smoke in, held for a minute, and then exhaled. He was almost half way through his jar by now, him smoking more than normal, and by himself. He fogged out the room several times by now, the hallway probably thick with smoke outside of his closed door when he didn't stuff a blanket under the door to block it from venting out. Right now, he had the blanket there, and the door locked. He never really had the door locked when he was home, but today, he felt like he wanted to be alone or something. Depressed perhaps. Depressed, so he locked himself in his room. He took up his guitar all of a sudden and tried to strike some chords to make him feel better, but even that wasn't working. He stopped after a few minutes of trying and failing before he had looked down at the floor and grabbed his sketch pad and a sharpened pencil. He also had a bar of eraser that he picked up. He opened up the book and flipped to a blank page before he had started to doodle random morbid creatures in the corner of the page.
- Halo Lykoi - 04-04-2010 [html]
Table credit: Marit(Dawali) [/html] - Cotl - 04-04-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freeB5 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffae2b; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freeB5 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .freeB5 {width:400px;border:1px solid #ab2400;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... free-5.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:245px;background-color:#000000;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#ab2400;} </style> just a little bit of pp, if you mind, i can fix , just tell me please <3 +5
After only a few minutes of doodling, he already was getting tired of it. His left hand was throbbing already, and holding the paper down with his left and drawing with his right was still just too much work for the hand, in which it pulsed madly, threatening to reopen yet again and bleed. The only thing he had the willpower to do was to sit there and look at the ceiling all day, but his anxiousness of activity was making him not even able to do that. He had to move, had to do something. He lit the bowl again right when he had heard a small tapping on the door. He disregarded it for the moment before a voice too rang out. Cotl? a woman, and the only woman who had that voice was no other than the woman that had gotten mad at him, the one he angered, and the one he punished himself for. Icy and fiery orbs looked at the door like it was supposed to open itself. Of course, since it was locked, he couldn't open it with his mind, nor could she open it, so Cotl had to not be lazy and answer his door. He took his hit for a moment and he had gotten up from the bed and moved towards the door.
The first thing he did was moved the blanket from the door. From the outside, you could more than likely see this action happening, so you'd know that someone was coming to the door. Cotl twisted the lock to the unlocked position and he had opened the door rather slowly. The gasmask was still on his face as he had peeked out of the door. He looked left and right around the woman, seeing if there was anyone else around (which there honestly almost never was because Cassius was a shut in, and Marik hadn't been coming back to the mansion, much less his room for awhile now. You could probably say that Cotl was looking for the party of people that Halo would bring along to laugh and ridicule him for being to goddamn pathetic. He got his mindset from his brother at times. The stupid bi-polar bastard. The gas masked male had taken the woman by the hand and tugged her into the room, and once she was in, he had closed the door and locked it again. Hey, babe.-NYEH- he greeted the woman before he had offered his comfy chair that he stole from downstairs to the woman before he went ahead and sat on the bed. The bed was big enough for the two, but Cotl assumed that she wouldn't want to be too close to him for some odd reason.
It was a game of cat and mouse here with these two. One would be the cat at one moment, and the other the mouse, but then all of a sudden they would change places, the first cat now being the mouse and the mouse, the cat. It was a huge game, in which neither of them would win. Or at least.. Cotl didn't see either of them winning. Hey, Marik, get out of Cotl's head, you bastard. Komm back to-SCHIESS FICK- take me up on mein offer? he asked, as he had held up a bottle of opened (the seal was broken, it wasn't actually opened) whiskey that he had been sipping from that he had put on the floor, capped, about an hour ago. He lost interest in it for awhile, deciding to smoke out of his gas mask for awhile.
- Halo Lykoi - 04-14-2010 [html]
Table credit: Marit(Dawali) [/html] - Cotl - 04-14-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .freeB5 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffae2b; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .freeB5 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .freeB5 {width:400px;border:1px solid #ab2400;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... free-5.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:245px;background-color:#000000;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#ab2400;} </style> Tourniquet by Marilyn Manson. - +5
The male sat there silently for a moment, his head resting against the wall that the bed was in front of. His head was leaned back, mask securely on his face. Icy-fiery orbs had disappeared behind the mask, the male taking deep breaths in and slowly out. Recovering from a hit for a moment before he had heard the woman finally speak. Yes, I have He opened his eyes to see her face, and she was smiling. A smile did not grace his own lips for some odd reason. His eyes actually looked confused at her. His maw was twisted in an emotionless line, not visible under the thick rubber and plastic of the canine gas mask. The male moved his head to look at his bandaged hand for a moment before he had actually, sluggishly moved to the end of the bed, to be closer to the woman, and he handed her the bottle of whiskey. With her retrieval of the liquor, he had laid back, his elbows against the bed, keeping him up so he could see her. He looked at her silently for a few moments, not really knowing what to say. His silence was interrupted by the urge to clear his throat, which happened anyways because he wasn't able to let it stay within him. He put his left hand over the "carb" of sorts and then he took the lighter in his right hand and lit the end of it, the cannabis burning, turning from that light green to the burnt brown, then black and then gray as it turned to ash. He held the carb until the mask started to fill up, soon enough the part where his eyes were was filled with smoke, to where you couldn't see the male's eyes any more.
The moment he let go of the carb, he sharply inhaled, taking in all of the smoke that he built up within the mask, or at least, close to most of it. His lungs reached their capacity, so he had let the other smoke chill within the mask while he held the smoke in that he could. He let a little bit of smoke out at first, then re-inhaled some more smoke, and then repeated until the mask was clear and he could hold it comfortably for a little bit. When you smoked like this for a good month or two, you got good at it. He sat there still, another clearing of his throat coming up before he finally let out the rest of the smoke. It looked cool with the gas mask on, and the smoke in the already partially smoked out room had made it look almost cooler. Maybe it was just because he was already higher than a kite. He was imagining the way he looked, and in his eyes, he looked more bad ass than any of the other Infernians. Though you'd probably say that he was one of the more...awkward of the Infernians. He was a midget, and he was intimidating looking..I mean, if you get scared by a little metal head dog-yote. He'd never be able to be as intimidating looking as Gabriel, or Kaena, or really, any of the other larger Inferni members. He'd always look like a little git compared to them, and he's always look like he was less scary. Perhaps he could just be pretty boy and all the girls could fall head over heels for him. Even though he's socially awkward and all. He was working on it. Though...Him staying in his room wasn't helping him do this.
Look. I'm sorry. Following the muffled words came the clearing of his throat, but after that....After that there was nothing but Silence.
- Halo Lykoi - 04-23-2010 [html]
Table credit: Marit(Dawali) [/html] - Cotl - 04-23-2010 [html] +5 I'm going insane I'm building it up, just to break it down.
The entire silence, the woman was fidgeting, like uncomfortable or something. Cotl had ignored it as much as he could, simply because he too would fidget when he was on the receiving end of an uncomfortable silence. That, and he fidgeted and twitched all the time. The silence was just him thinking, smoking, becoming peaceful with himself. He let his body relax, his thoughts weren't negative, no worry, just peace. The cannabis did this to him, making him peaceful. The male let out a stifled chuckle through his mask as he decided to take it off for a second. The laughter was a stoned one, and for no reason as well. The mask was removed from his rust and ebon face and he placed the mask on the bed beside him, making sure to not let it fall over and spill the weed from the bowl. He was about to say some stupid stoned thing before he got distracted by what she was doing. She had put the bottle between her legs and reached into a pouch she had on her hip. He watched her body twist, his fang biting onto his lip ring. She took out a band of leather with bones going through it. Cotl looked at it, cocking his head lightly. It was tossed to him, and he picked it up when it landed.
Here’s the payment for the drawing of the tattoo and if you don’t like it then you can toss it away or burn it, the woman spoke. The tone of her voice was weird though, and Cotl was confused by it. He giggled and looked back down at the bracelet. Actually, dis ist pretty gut.-SCHEISS- Ich mean, mine brother couldn't do dis, and neither could I. he started off, smiling the entire time as he looked at the bones. If you ever vant anoder picture, I vould gladly trade for anoder one of dese. Maybe ein collar next time. Cotl nodded his head as his shoulder twitched back for a second or two. He then had bent his right leg back towards himself and he had put the bracelet around his ankle, making sure it was secure. He didn't know if this was the right spot for this one, simply because he rode Maschine, and he did need to use his feet to direct the beast sometimes. The fact had dawned on him after he had secured it. He made a face that signified that he was thinking. He shifted his bottom lip as he had taken it back off and then looked back at his tail. He grabbed his tail and then slipped the bracelet on. He tightened it to make it stay. He wiggled his tail a few times afterward to see if it would stay on. It did and he smiled back at the woman. Danke. the male thanked the woman, nodding his head lightly to her again.
Do you vant to hit de gas mask? I also have ein bong if dat sounds better. the male asked the woman, his hand motioning toward the shelf where his mushroom bong was. It'd been quite some time since he had brought the bong out, and he was willing to share the revival of the mushroom with the woman... That was, as long as she didn't smash it...
The product of a Dysfunctional Family. - Halo Lykoi - 05-02-2010 [html]
Table credit: Marit(Dawali) [/html] - Cotl - 05-08-2010 [html] +5
After a long silence, and a smile from the woman, her eyes on him, and his on her, came words from her. Whatever you want I suppose. You’ll have to show me how to use it though. Cotl tilted his head to her. He sat there for a second, almost as if he was waiting for her to change her mind, and then he got up from his back and moved over to the cabinet and he opened it. Inside, there was an old bottle that used to have whiskey, but now was filled with water, and then there was a large bong in the shape of mushroom. It was previously cleaned out, and it had no water in it at the moment, so Cotl took both glasses in each of his hands and he pulled the cork out of the bottle that had the water and he then poured the water down into the bong until there was enough for the bong to hit well. The male made sure to be facing the woman to show her that he was not going to sabotage her or anything. Dis ist vater. the male spoke, clearing his throat as he finished pouring the water into the bong and then he had put the cork back in the water's bottle and he put it back in the cabinet and he closed it.
The male moved back over to the bed, and crawled back up on it and moved to where he was much closer to the woman, so he could easily help her with hitting and showing her how to hit it and what not. Cotl smiled at her, his tail wagging gently as he let one of his feet hang from the edge of the bed and he put the bong in between his legs. He took the jar of weed that was on the end table. He picked some of the ground-up marijuana and put it in the bowl. NYEH Dis ist die bowl. Dat's vhere you light die veed. the male spoke to her as he packed the bowl and pointed at the bowl, and also lifted the stem from the holder. Vhen you hit it, to stop pulling -STUPID CUNT FACED BITCH-smoke und clear the smoke from die chambers, den you lift dis out of here. the male explained, before he wiggled the glass back into it's holder and he had put his lips to the top of the bong.
The male pulled the air from the bong really quick to make sure it would pull and what not before he lit it and showed the woman how to kill this shit. Cotl looked up at her and smiled lightly before he nodded his head. Now vatch. I demonstrate. the male spoke as he had taken the lighter, struck it, and put the incandescent flame to the dried leaves of the marijuana. He looked down at the flame, and slowly sucked in, drawing the smoke down into the first chamber, slowly rising in the glass. He waited until the mushroom top was overflowing before he took the stem out and took one deep inhale to get most of the smoke up and out, but he was only able to get half of it. He held his hand over the bong top so the smoke wouldn't escape and he had let the smoke from his lungs slowly, his head moving back lightly, a smile on his pierced maw before he let a bunch flood from his chest and his lips move where his hand once was. He inhaled the rest of the smoke before he looked up at Halo. Dere is another vay,-NYEH- vhere you don't have to hit the bong... the male spoke, knowing she probably didn't know what he was talking about. He was talking about a shotgun. He'd explain later though. Try hitting dis first dough. Don't pull as much as I did. I know how to do dis easier dan you. the male spoke to the woman as he had handed her the bong. If you vant, Ich kann lit die bowl for you.-FICK-
- Halo Lykoi - 05-14-2010 [html]
Table credit: Marit(Dawali) [/html] - Cotl - 05-19-2010 [html] Sorry for the wait. and it's all cool. +3 Just like my metal
Yes please the woman spoke, finding her way onto the bed with him. Cotl smiled softly, a reaction to her own smile. He couldn't help but smile. The male never did like to smile, but when he was with certain people, he was more smiley than others. His tail wagged gently as the woman smiled at him though, signaling that he was content with her decision. That was when he had gotten in position to light it for her, and once she had put her mouth to the lips of the bong, he was quick to flick the lighter and push the flame onto the blackened herb. She inhaled, and pushed the bong away, in which Cotl grabbed it so it would not fall over and become a huge mess to clean up. She started to cough afterward. Cotl watched her, to make sure she would recover, and once she did, he smiled at her and he chuckled lightly. Die First time ist always tough. he spoke, shrugging lightly. His first time had been a little bit more rough because he was a typical guy and thought he could take on the whole bong at once. it wasn't a good idea, and he had to skip two rounds before he could smoke again because of his throat.
Cotl took the bong to his lips, since she had not cleared it, and he inhaled the rest of the smoke that she left. He held for about thirty seconds before he let it out. Before the smoke was all out of his lungs, he proceeded to speak. I like die taste of die veed-NYEH- rather dan Tobacco. the male spoke on to the woman. But, I like to drink more dan smoke. Cotl was trying to make some sort of conversation, simply because he was unwilling to sit through another bout of silence. You'd think he'd be used to the silence, but truth was, he was only used ti dishing out the silence, not someone else dishing it out for him. Cotl twitched his neck before he took back up his bottle of whiskey and he took a swig from it. Vhich you feel better about-SUCK IT-? Ve can switch to just dat if you vould like, ja? He had noticed that she had corked the bottle and put it on the floor. He didn't know if she just forgot it there before she had gotten on the bed, or if she didn't like it, so this was a reason for the latter question that had been asked.
In a minute, minute In a fuckin' minute - Halo Lykoi - 05-20-2010 [html]
Table credit: Marit(Dawali) [/html] - Cotl - 05-29-2010 [html] Word Count: 358 llalalaala In Character
There was a small silence between the two, Cotl waiting for an answer, and the woman probably recovering from the hit. Cotl's pierced audits pointed towards her, ears listening for an answer. I don't know..I haven’t smoked before. she started. There was always a first. Cotl had been introduced to the drugs and the alcohol when he was a little bit younger than she was (he had been keeping track of her age, since she had told him when they first met that he was a year older). I haven’t done anything of this in the past. she continued and let a smile pass from her beautiful lips. The rust male returned the smile with one of his own, crooked and almost destructive looking in nature. His intentions were not bad, he was just weird when he smiled a lot of times. Vell, I'm glad i beat everyone to die punch. the male spoke, chuckling lightly as he had leaned on his side, letting his body come into contact with the bed, his arm bent to where he put his head on his hand, and his elbow on the bed, while the other hand held the bong in place, not wanting it to fall.
Cotl cleared his throat before he let his eyes wander over the woman. He wondered something. It had been a random thought that went past his mind, and it was more than likely because she had told him that she hadn't done anything like this before. It made him wonder if she was a virgin as well or not. After all, wasn't the saying "drugs, sex and rock and roll"? Cotl wondered if he should ask or not. He thought about it, eyes pinned on the woman, but the look behind the eyes told her that he was thinking, not truly looking at her. It only took him an extra minute to snap out of it, and when he did, he decided to speak. Do you vant anoder hit?-FUCKFACE COCK SUCKER- the male asked the woman, his legs crossing each other as he let them hover in the air beside the bed.
Oder are you gut? the male asked, giving her the choice to continue or not.
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