[M] Body Maintenance

Lucia Cabriel · 07-17-2011, 04:43 PM

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Haha, awesome! Big Grin

Lucia caught him eyeing up her daggers. She wanted to comment, make some sort of remark about how she could peel his flesh off the bone in a matter of seconds, but the words never came to pass. Instead, she simply smirked knowingly, though it quickly vanished. She didn’t like displaying emotion, no matter what type it happened to be. She also didn’t like the way this meeting was going. They were talking; discussing things… it was unnatural to the dark female. It wasn’t how her daily routine was supposed to go. She would usually be drunk by now, so why wasn’t she? Maybe that was the male’s idea… to distract her from her usual things. Maybe he had been spying on her, maybe this wasn’t an accident at all.

Having now managed to get the hair from her eyes, Lucia watched her companion closely. She was still fiddling irritably with the leather pouch, but at least now she felt like she was getting somewhere. It seemed stupid really, trying to smoke a cigarette in the rain, but she felt like it was definitely a good time for one, considering how things seemed to be going, and how she felt as a whole.

His smirk surprised her. She didn’t picture him as the type to have such a nature. All that had come across so far was arrogance, but with how Lucia was, she would call anyone that who laughed at anything she had to say. It was a mesmerising moment; she could almost say that she found it attractive on him. It suited him. However, Lucia, being who she was, quickly shook those thoughts away. It was no use getting involved like that again. She would just get used, hurt, destroyed… all over again. She would have thought her mind would have learnt that after the last time.

Pulling out a cigarette from the leather pouch after what seemed like minutes of struggling, Lucia cupped it in her fingers whilst placing it in her mouth. The other hand held a lighter, which after a few tries spurted out a feeble flame in the downpour. Sucking in the smoke as the tip began to glow orange, Lucia inhaled the poisonous cloud with a deep sense of pleasure. It touched every part of her body, her eyes half-closed as she exhaled. Smiling quietly, Lucia only then remembered that her coal-coloured companion had spoke only moments ago.

Looking at him, she shook her head slightly, droplets shooting off in every direction. The rain pressed on, attempting to destroy her nicely burning cigarette, but as she cupped it in her fingers, it remained dry… for now. Having another drag, she parted her lips to speak. The smoke bellowed out with every word, perhaps giving off some demented dragon impression, if one saw things from that perspective.

“Thrower… Hmm… Your mum definitely is a strange one by the sounds of things.” She paused, toying with the idea of letting another sly smile on her face. Her lip twitched, tried to curl, but she halted it. It wasn’t the time right now; she just didn’t have the effort in her. Being a bitch wasn’t always so easy. “Are you a mummy’s boy or something?” She said it casually, no tone, no nothing. It was a genuine question, and Lucia was sure that if he was such a thing, she would definitely turn tail and run. She couldn’t be dealing with emotionally screwed up men. They were even worse than the normal kind.

“Oh, and as for my name…” She added quietly on the end, a small pause in-between the words. There was sarcasm in her voice now, a coy smile on her face. The scar on her eye wrinkled darkly, and smoke flowed around her like a protective barrier. “What can I say... My mother had a sense of humour.”

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