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Thread: Tainted Love

Gin walked into the family's house at around 300 in the morning. He tossed his leather jacket onto the coat rack and looked around the living room. His eyes were able to give him a better sight in the night. He shook his head and walked over to the fridge to raid it for any food and beer he could find. Once he had gotten his food and drink he gathered what was left of the booze and packed it up, intending to bring it back to his gang's stash house and drink there. Well there should be no problems today. He carried his food up to his room and walked in and pulled off his shirt and went into the bathroom in his room to take a shower. Gin ,Taking much after his father Akuji who was a prominent businessman in Japan. He thought it would be better if he lived back in the states with his mother so that he would have a more normal lifestyle as he grew up. as Gin grew up his father worried less and less about him because he was always in business and paid little attention to him which is why many people thought he went out to join the gangs.
Thread: Tainted Love

Hearing someone come in the house caused her to sit up, the female sitting up and looking around her bedroom, she frowned softly because instantly she knew who it was coming home this late. Gin was her older brother, only by a year or two, and with that being said, he had disregarded her constant asking him to not be in a gang one too many times, and tonight she was at her wit's end, standing up and getting out of bed, the female's bust was held by a black lace bra, a thong clad over her cute rear and an over sized t - shirt on her body. Her bare feet creeping out into the hallway and moving into her brother's room, she heard him start up the shower before settling onto the edge of his bed, calling out, Gin? Deena's voice was soft, though loud enough to be heard from his bedroom, the petite girl still sitting on his bed. Deena was, to say the least, a bit of a positive outlook on what her parents viewed, an A student, on the cheer leading squad, and at the top of her class, in comparison to her brother, Deena was considerably the perfect child. listu
Thread: Tainted Love

Gin groaned abit hearing his sister's footsteps down the hall. He sighed thinking to himself that she was gonna argue with him again. Christ, Im getting in the shower. Can't this wait till another time? He didn't give much thought to his sister as he finished stripping down and got into the shower. Once he got the water all good and ready he closed the curtains and started to wash his body. If ya want come in and talk. He really didn't care if she came in or not it meant very little to him as he started to wash himself and wash the blood off of his skin. Earlier during the day he was involved in a fight which turned into a stabbing and blood got all over his skin cause he wasn't wearing a shirt during the time. He just shook his head and ignored her as he went about washing himself in the shower and draining the blood out of the tub and down the drain. what do you want?
Thread: Tainted Love

Frowning softly because he sounded like he absolutely hated to have to talk to her, her eyes rolled up to the ceiling before folding her arms over her chest lightly, No this can't wait! She called back, her eyes darting down as he undressed and went back into the bathroom to start his shower. Knowing he was probably just doing that so he could try to tune her out while he was showering or something, but she couldn't help but blurt out, I hate you being in a gang you know, Pausing for a moment, Deena looked down at her lap before continuing on, I think you're stupid for it, but you're so stubborn about it! She added, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom so she could announce her offer to him.listu
Thread: Tainted Love

Gin kept the shower running at night as he washed himself out. Shaking his head he turned the water off and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist as he grabbed another towel to dry himself off. He finished up and stepped out of the bathroom into his room to search for a pair of fresh clothes so that he could quickly get dressed and be on his way. He didn't pay any attention that she was in his room resting on his bed. He just walked over to the large dresser and got himself dressed with a fresh pair of boxers and pants. He then walked over to the closet and pulled on a clean shirt. He shook his head then turned to see Deena on his bed. What are you doing?
Thread: Tainted Love

Remaining where she was on the bed even as she heard the shower stop and movement from within the bathroom, the female remained because truth be told, there was no turning back now, especially now that she had gotten the courage to offer him the only thing she had left to offer him. Blinking softly when he asked her what she was doing, still sitting on his bed with her legs beneath her, Deena looked down at herself for a moment, tugging softly at the bottom of her shirt that only stopped at the middle of her thighs thanks to the way she was sitting. Biting her bottom lip for the umpteenth time tonight, the blonde raised her head and let her brown eyes look over to him, I want to offer you something. . So you don't go out tonight. . Or ever again. Still sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees on either side of her, Deena searched his face for any sign of curiosity.listu
Thread: Tainted Love

Gin looked at her before shaking his head and going back with packing up after he pushed her away. Doubt you're serious...just another play. as soon as I said yes you'd pretend but then not do anything and then i'd leave again. Besides there is nothing that you can offer that would make me want to leave them and come home. You have nothing to offer so he just shook his head as he fixed his clothes on and looked at her before he went to his safe and unlocked it pulling out some cash before locking the safe. He just shrugged off what she said and paid little mind to her. So whats it to me? I don't care its not your life so shove off. He walked out of the room and walked over to his bag putting everything that he needed in it before he walked out and threw the bag into his truck and walked back inside for one last thing to drink. Its not your responsibility to be watching for me. I take care of my self. He just shook his head. besides whats it to ya?
Thread: Tainted Love

Wincing softly because he was basically turning her down before she even had the option to say what she was going to say, and as discouraging as it was, that didn't mean she wasn't going to get out what she had to say. Gin would you shut up for a minute so I can speak? This being the first thing to come out of her mouth, the female was just slightly irritated with him for being a jerk to her and she hadn't even started an argument with him. Yet. I'm offering myself. . To you. She mumbled, deciding it better to repeat herself so that he took her seriously, looking up at him with her chocolate eyes and speaking again, I'm offering myself to you, anything you want, just as long as you leave the gang and call it all off. listu
Thread: Tainted Love

All right...If you truly are serious then when I get out of bed this morning I want you in my room dressed up..something short,silky,revealing..and...pantyhose and stockings on your legs and you on my bed waiting for me...If you are serious then I'll Stay back...if not im walking out and heading off. Perhaps Your little outfit, the white heels, pantyhose, that green skirt and any top. Gin would take her up on her offer if she did as he said. but if she didn't he would go out and wouldn't be returning anytime soon and he would be gone for good. He watched her for abit before grabbing his bag and answering his cell. Ya, No can't make it out...Whats up...none of your damn business that's what. He just shook his head before heading back into his room and shutting the door.
Thread: Tainted Love

Watching him and letting out a half relieved because he accepted her offer, with his request of her wearing something short, silky and revealing, he seemed to know exactly what he wanted from her, and even though that was calming, she had to remember that she was giving herself to her brother. Her gang affliliated, constantly fighting with someone older brother. Nodding softly to state that she understood what he wanted her to wear, the female moved carefully and let her soft feet settle onto the ground, Deena got up and moved to her room to get a few hours of sleep before she got up in the morning to get dressed in the outfit he enjoyed so much.listu
Thread: Tainted Love

Gin walked over to his bed and shook his head before making a few plans. He laughed abit knowing that he could break her then she would be his and he would bring her out to the gangs and then they could have her as well because what was one person's belonged to the whole gang He knew that by then there would be no voice of resistance from her from anything that he did and decided for Deena. Later as the night turned to day Gin yawned and stretched as the sunlight slowly filled his room. He stretched slowly started to wake up wondering if Deena had done as he had requested of her. He got up not even seeing her and walked to the bathroom to take a quick leak before he walked out of the bathroom and back to his room.
Thread: Tainted Love

Waking up a few hours later and taking a shower herself, Deena moved to her closet after putting her lace panties and matching black bra, the female ran a brush through her hair and let it fall over her shoulders once she buttoned up her white silk shirt and left the top two unbuttoned. The green skirt he had asked her to wear on her waist and holding on to her curves tightly, her long legs were covered in sheer tights, her feet slid into her heels and before she knew it, she was walking down the hallway and standing in her brother's doorway. Glancing down at herself and back over to her brother, Deena tilted her head softly and moved toward his bed, Is this. . Is this alright? listu
Thread: Tainted Love

Gin watched as his sister walked into his room. He licked his lips and walked over to her running a hand along her legs then over her sides. I know what I see but you are going to tell me how the outfit makes you look and feel. then you're going to tell me what we could do today then you'll describe your outfit. and all while you are doing this. i want you to be seductive as you can. make me want it. He grinned and sat back in his chair watching her, letting his eyes roam all over her lovely body. I know you can do it my pet. He licked his lips watching her.
Thread: As the Gods Will It (DudeGuy and Sorrows Solace)

The village of Coldspring was a sleepy hamlet nestled against a woodland valley, a quiet place where little of interest happened. It had a peaceful tranquility that chafed faintly, though the woman did not know why. Truth be told she recalled nothing of her life previous to awakening in the village healer??s home the year previous. She had been found in a small forest glade, gravely wounded, the damage done had left her with no identity and pink-white scars that ached faintly in the cold weather. Apparently such injuries were not uncommon she had discovered numerous scars, silvery with age, tracing along her skin and a questionable brand under her right collarbone that was always cold to the touch. She avoided looking at the brand, a mixture of unease and distaste filled her when she saw it. The brand itself and the scars were an utter mystery, she had no recollection of war or battle, but the weapons she had been found with all honed to razor sharp edges and kept well and the faint dreams that left her wide awake and sweating. She was unable to recall much beyond a blade in her hand, shouts and the coppery smell of blood. The dreams left her confused and brooding the day after, when usually she was quiet and distant, interacting with the people of the village and enjoying her work as a blacksmith. She had found a strange amount of ease when in the forge, mending knives and swords after a brief few months of clumsiness. It seemed that she had a knack for such things, finding a measure of peace with each blow of the hammer against molten metal. It was, she reflected, using tongs to quench the red-hot steel in a barrel of water, a relief that she could be of use. She owed these people her life they had let her stay and recover as the months passed, it was the least she could do to offer her services in a way she could be useful. Standing straight the woman wiped her brow, letting the metal cool as she walked to the open door for a brief break, before returning to her work. The firelight from the forge outlined the woman in a reddish glow, she was slim and muscle hardened from her work as a smith, moving with a light grace that seemed effortless. Black hair was tied back from a pale face, charcoal grey eyes narrowed in cool concentration as she began to work once more, the steady clanging of metal against metal filling the forge once more in a ceaseless din.
Thread: As the Gods Will It (DudeGuy and Sorrows Solace)

It was about an hour past noon now. The sun hung high up in the air, it's rays bathing the earth with it's warmth. The winds blew calmly, providing a comforting cool kiss to those fortunate enough to bask in the warmth of the wilderness on this picture-esque day. In all of her years of life, she had traveled through many things. The rain, the snow, crossed oceans and had the misfortune of being caught up in the most violent of storms the sea had to offer. There were even times when she ventured through flames to reach her destination. Though it was hot outside, she enjoyed this kind of weather. It was simply the best to travel in. As she made her way through the streets of Coldspring, it was exceedingly obvious that she wasn't from around here. People stopped and stared, some approached to greet her and welcome her to their small, humble town. She was directed towards the local inn and tavern, where she stopped to eat her fill and put her bags away. Out of habit, she locked her room up behind her and tucked the key to it into her pocket. There were many things that she had with her that were valuable and more that couldn't be replaced. Not until she reached the next big town in a couple of weeks anyway. Her knee length boots tapped the hardwood of the stairs, carrying her back down through the tavern and into the streets. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her form flattering pants. On her belt she wore a single longsword over her left hip. The blade of which was in serious need of repairs. It had been far too long since her last visit to a smith, and the blade showed it. It had been dulled considerably, and had even begun to chip from being used so much. The most striking feature about her appearance wasn't the light, violet tone of her eyes, but rather, the fact that she wore an eye patch over her left eye. There was, what looked to be, an intricately designed katana cross guard mounted to the front of the patch, with small straps that held it down in place. She brushed a stray strand of her short, chin-length ebony hair back into place as she stopped and asked for directions to the town smith. Thankfully, they were close by. Moments later, she would step into the forge. Though there was no one in her immediate line of sight, she could hear sounds coming from the back of the building. The smith must have been busy now. Hello, she called, attempting to get the smith's attention. She pulled her weapon, scabbard and all, from her belt and placed it on the counter before her.
Thread: As the Gods Will It (DudeGuy and Sorrows Solace)

Noontide was approaching and the woman was ready to lay her work aside and take lunch in the inn. Setting aside another set of finished nails, and some worked farm tools she blinked, hearing movement in the brief silence. Looking up, she banked the forge fire until the dull red ember glow filled the forge. Her eyes roved over the woman, of her clothing suited for travel, to her build, honed from wandering and from battle. The eye patch was a question, but she did not venture to ask as she walked up to the woman, her frame outlined by the red glow of the forge. She was pale, with shoulder-length black hair tied back for her work sweat glimmered on her temples and throat. She was dressed in light breeches and shirt with a heavy smith??s apron that went over that. Stripping off gloves that protected her hands from the heat she nodded at the woman. ??Greetings. Your blade is in need of repairs?? she asked, voice quiet, lightly accented with a formal tone. With a slim hand she brushed away black locks from her forehead and behind a slightly pointed ear. The woman was a half-elf, with the delicate features of an Elf melded with the more sturdy build of a human. Her forehead was high, nose straight and chin rounded, her cool grey eyes narrowed in concentration as she looked over the blade. ??May I?? she asked, carefully picking it up, a very small frown making lines deepen along her mouth and eyes. ??Hm, it has been well used, it is quite dull and there are many chips, from striking against armour I would believe.? She murmured, tone becoming professional which belied the puzzled look in her eyes. It was a question that she asked herself as to how she felt at ease talking about weapons. ??Standard long sword there is a fuller to lighten and strengthen the blade. The metal is sound, which is why there is not more damage to the blade then there is.? She added and blinked, a faint sheepish look crossing her face. ??Forgive me, I did not mean to speak at length. I will be able to prepare the sword for you, do you have any other weapons?? she asked, looking at the woman??s face once more.
Thread: As the Gods Will It (DudeGuy and Sorrows Solace)

A female smith? While not unheard of, they were definitely uncommon. What was more, this woman was a half elf. They were just as rare as female smith's were. Usually, they lived in elven settlements scattered about the woodland area's of the world with elves. Their attachments to humans usually dying as their close friends usually did while they remained seemingly forever young. To live and watch the ones you loved die again and again was such a hard thing. If only those who wished to live forever knew how hard such a thing truly was. This half-elf appeared to be well accustomed to combat herself. The untrained eye would see her build and believe that she was just toned from working in the forge all day long, but combatants knew better. There was a very different way that a swordsman touched a blade, looked at a blade, grasped a hilt, and the look in their eyes? It was hard to explain the exact differences, as both knew how to appreciate a finely forged weapon for it's practical and aesthetic beauty. The way that the smith approached the weapon that just told the traveler that she must have been a student of the blade herself. There was something else about this individual that was. . .different. A strange aura that lingered in the air about her. At the moment, the traveler couldn't make out exactly what it was. Perhaps it would have been for the best if she stuck around here for a while, just to see what happened. After all, such things were what she was payed to do. Payed very well at that. Not at all. I found it to be quite informative, the woman replied, almost laughing at the way the smith responded to the sight of her blade. I'm a drifter, I exterminate demons, monsters, and other things that go around causing turmoil. It's been a long time since I've come to a town with a smith, so my companion here has. . .suffered from neglect. I assure you, all of my other weapons are in much better condition. They don't usually see the level or intensity of combat that this one does. She paused for a moment, examining the weapon with her eye once more. How long would you say it would take to restore this weapon to a better state? I get a bit uneasy when night falls and I don't have my weapon at my side.
Thread: As the Gods Will It (DudeGuy and Sorrows Solace)

If asked about her race or her people the woman would have been at sea. She knew she was a half-elf, but that was all. And besides she had spent little time with these people and had not gotten to know many of them very well. It was also fortunate that no one had passed on to the next life the village had not suffered any past trouble from bandits, disease or any other of the disasters that usually plagued small places in the outer realms. She was not concerned with such matters now, instead carefully running a thumb along the dulled edged of the blade carefully. While she did so, her body rested in the defensive stance of a warrior, lightly balanced on her feet as the muscles in her arms flexed subtly when she began to spin the sword in a few careful passes. ??It is well balanced, one handed, strong hilt. A good weapon. It will not take me long to repair this sword, an hour, less perhaps. I will be able to supply you with a whetstone as well, so you will at least be able to keep your blade sharp by your own leave.? She replied simply, giving a small smile in acknowledgement to her statement of her small speech being interesting. That smile faded when the word ??demons?? hung in the air and a look of tense watchfulness filled her grey eyes. Her body had gone rigid and her hand tensed around the swords hilt. The moment passed too swiftly to be fully noticed and she nodded ??Then I will repair this sword to a mid-winter keen edge. The chips will be erased as well.? She murmured, tone more relaxed now ??I would not ask a large fee for this work.? She added, seeming to be more interested in doing the work then being paid an large sum.
Thread: As the Gods Will It (DudeGuy and Sorrows Solace)

Further proof of her experience could be seen as she played with the weapon in her hands. It didn't seem as if they smith were consciously doing any of the things she was doing, but rather, it looked as if her body had grown accustomed to doing such things and was naturally reacting as it was now. The way she stood, it was almost certain that she would be able to defend from and counter any attack that came from any direction effectively. The traveler was having quite the time attempting to hold herself back from launching a random attack at the smith, just to see how the woman would react to it. Any price to restore the blade would be more than worth paying I assure you. I thank you in advance for anything that you can do for it. I was afraid that I would have to retire such a fine crafted blade, the woman replied, bowing slightly as she did so. I'll return in an hours time then, looking forward to seeing the fine work you'll no doubt do. Swordsman always make the best of smiths. The more skilled the better. From what I've seen, I've drawn the luckiest lot I could have in such a situation. By that, she of course, meant that she had come across an exceptional swordsman. Perhaps one of the best she would ever meet in her life. Someone able to do the things that the smith was doing with so little effort had to be extremely gifted. This woman had to have lived a considerable amount of her life with her blade in her hand, locked in combat. For one such as her to repair such a well made and valuable weapon? It was as if fate had brought her here. Just as she turned to leave, the woman wearing the eye patch paused. Her back was turned to the smith, but she felt she had a pretty good measure of the distance between them in her head. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and she needed to see for herself just how good of a swordsman this smith was, even if it meant there was a chance she could end up damaging her weapon more. First came a quick backward shuffle. Her left leg was then lifted up to her chest, and suddenly thrust backward, directly at the smith. It was a very straightforward attack, but it came quick and with a considerable amount of power. It was nothing that couldn't be stopped by a simple block or sidestep. How the half-elf responded to the attack would show just how great of a fighter she was.