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You remind me of a girl, that I once knew.

Dec 25, 2008 00:50

Day: 18
Characters: Kallen (exhibition_ist) and Axel (fiery_finale)
Summary: Banter over dinner and spiked punch. Good times.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night, Dinnertime.
Status: Closed/Incomplete

( two redheads are better than one. )

† axel, † kouzuki kallen

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firaga December 25 2008, 06:27:21 UTC

Axel knew the simple solution to taking care of people who didn't want it, and that was don't worry about it. If they didn't want any help with their problems, it was no skin off his back. He kind of preferred it that way, really. And if someone did ask for his help?

He still reserved the right to say no without denting his conscience. It'd be almost an understatement to say that Axel only worried about himself, though he did have his surprises. Even when he did go out of his way to help people he remotely, distantly "cared" about were helped for his own selfish reasons ( ... )

exhibition_ist December 25 2008, 06:52:25 UTC

She was so busy staring at the punch she hadn't realized he'd been staring at her. While Kallen didn't exactly leap at his words, she blinked, hard.

She didn't register the face behind it, only heard a male voice. And that in itself was enough to warrant an immediate response of, "What's it to you?"

And then she saw the very foreign, very red locks and green eyes and realized she wasn't talking to Lelouch. Or that dreadful new roommate, for that matter. (Who was the reason she'd decided to escape her cell in the first place.) No, this guy didn't even look remotely like either of them.

"...Yes," she decided, after thinking (rather haphazardly) on his question, and impulsively grabbed a cup, too embarrassed to elaborate. Instead, she made a beeline for the nearest vacant seat, only to remember her manners halfway in her desperate track.

She whipped around and shot out an apology, before turning back to the table, hoping he wouldn't follow. (And as soon as she sat down the cup went straight to her lips.)

Oh fuck, what was wrong ( ... )

firaga December 25 2008, 15:11:30 UTC

It was funny how certain memories came back to haunt you when you least expected it, and at her next reply he was again reminded of the girl he once knew. It was a distant, irrational memory, really. Burned into his memory, because he never forgot, but blurred and distorted. He had been here so long, away from all those people, he almost forgot about where he came from ( ... )

exhibition_ist December 25 2008, 19:20:58 UTC

Russian Roulette... Kallen didn't want to believe herself to be so morbid, but she could certainly relate. It had always been "shoot first" for her, but the problem was she didn't even know who was holding the gun on the other end, or if there was even anyone at all. Perhaps they had been mockingly left to play the games themselves, until they wished for that final bullet.

She wasn't suicidal. Well, her sense of self-preservation wasn't top-notch, either, but she sure as hell wasn't going to provide entertainment for whoever 'they' were, at her own expense.

However, she was apparently providing entertainment for this newcomer.

Scared? She almost laughed. (She was probably too obstinate for her own good, but she knew fear would only be used against her in a place like this.)

Kallen gave him a scrutinizing look and decided, what the hell. A little amusement never hurt anyone (...except when she was indulging herself with Guren's new functions) and he seemed friendly enough ( ... )

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