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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 16, 2009 16:21:55 GMT -5
This was not the first time his parents had lugged him in here, not the first time he'd been critical. Dimitri and street fights seemed to go had in hand, just one too many smart ass comments and he had a fist in his face. He wasn't sure why his parents didn't want to let him patch himself up, he could do it fine by now. They couldn't afford to bring him to the hospital for every little thing. But here he was--again-- getting stitches across his chest.
Of course, the doctors saw the tattoos on his arm. One that labeled him as a one time captured felon and one that showed he'd been in the army at one point----when he had failed school, but the army didn't want him and sent him back. He didn't care. He'd never wanted to be a soldier.
Dimitri thanked the doctors and left quickly, pulling his shirt over his head again, trudging out into the snow. He was sick of the stuff.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Feb 16, 2009 17:20:10 GMT -5
Was this snow ever going to disappear? It had been months and she was sick of looking at it, sick of getting wet whenever she walked and seeing the world look so beautiful. Really, the world should look about as miserable as she felt, instead it was white and new, only waiting to expose it’s fangs underneath.
Pursing her lips together she thought about everything that had been happening, and where her place was now. She wasn’t at all subtle about all these conflicting thoughts going through her mind, she had to get away and most of her spare time she was trying to drink herself into not remembering her fathers death, her new family member or feeling like she wasn’t as needed. It was hard to tell where she was going, just wandering, waiting for anything to stop her, when something did.
She felt someone in front of her and tried to stop before the two collided, only just barely managing to avoid falling. “You should really be watching where your going.” she said, her hood falling back and her hair fell over her shoulder, a cold wind brushing past her cheek.
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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 16, 2009 17:29:21 GMT -5
Dimitri sighed as he came to a halt about several hundred yards from the hospital. He was trying to sense the direction. he was good directionally, but his mind was so far away he had to double check his heading. But then, someone bumped into him. An angry female voice snapped at him to watch out.
He turned to face her with a smirk. He recognized her immediately. Princess Mina Van Estra. "Well, I believe the normal rule is that moving objects look out for stationary ones. Or does that not apply to you princess?" He teased lightly. he'd heard she was a disagreeable character and he was interested in what she'd have to say.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Feb 16, 2009 17:39:03 GMT -5
It was strange, she almost liked him, almost didn’t. She was definitely taken by surprise when she did hear a ‘yes miss your right’ or ‘I am so sorry princess’. However in her less than agreeable state her momentary intrigue was just annoyed now, did everyone have to be difficult lately?
“So are you saying if a charging stamped came running at you that you wouldn‘t move, simply because it‘s the moving objects responsibility to get out of the way?” she asked, her eyes barely taking a second to look at him, actually, he wasn’t all that bad looking… “And no, normal rules don‘t apply to me.” she said, an almost smug smirk hinting at her lips.
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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 16, 2009 17:46:03 GMT -5
"One woman and a stampede are hardly the same thing. You have plenty of room to navigate around me. And you wouldn't trample me to death." He said with a smirk, folding his arms over his chest loosely. She was so comical, angry at everything. It made him want to laugh. Her anger had lost its punch because anything made her annoyed.
"How about rules of gravity? Or laws that your family set in place?" He said with a smile. "Normal rules apply to you. Hate to break it to 'ya."
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Feb 16, 2009 17:59:19 GMT -5
Alright, so she was intrigued but this guy was really asking for it, assuming he knew her, or what rules did and did not apply to her. Besides, if she really wanted to, she was sure she could break the rules of gravity, or at least her ego wouldn’t let her think otherwise. “I wouldn‘t be willing to put money on that, I can be quite powerful when I want to be.” she said, maybe not the force of a whole stamped… But he’d feel it the next day for sure.
“What rules? I don‘t have rules of my family, I can do whatever I please. You however have rules, or did you forget all that stuff about royalty and that tongue of yours could get you into quite a bit of trouble.” she said, annoyed by his easy presence and lack of concern, shouldn’t he be fearing her or something? Or at least that was how she was used to doing things, it seemed like she’d have to get used to a lot of new things theses days.
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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 16, 2009 18:12:22 GMT -5
"I meant the laws, you are royal aren't you? Don't kill your own kind, that sort of thing." He said. there were things her father---er, well, Brone might forgive her something like loving a witch, or trading sides or sneaking out. Maybe the rules didn't apply to her. Brone had compassion and would spare his only sister. He was sure of that. But was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"Its gotten me into trouble before, and I doubt King Brone is tougher than Vlad was. I'm not too worried. Besides, princess, I think you almost enjoy arguing with me. If I died in a cell what good would I be then?" Truth was though, he was terrified of going back to prison.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Feb 16, 2009 18:34:42 GMT -5
“Well those are simply guidelines for everyone, it doesn‘t mean they are a rule.” she said, she’d never been one to like the term ‘rule’, it made her feel obedient, and she was to annoyed with the idea of being some submissive little bobble head to put up with it. Now that her brother was king she didn’t think she would have such a tough time getting the point across that women and men, vampires and witches, they weren’t all so different, strange for her considering she often thought herself better anyways dispite all that.
Mina laughed, shaking her head a little. “I‘m not arguing with you, I‘m simply pointing out that maybe you should be more careful where your standing next time. And no, you wouldn‘t do much good in a jail cell, would you? Probably just rattle your cup against the cell bars or something.” she said, even though she was well aware of the state of the cells in the castle after visiting Serena what seemed like ages ago.
“And believe me, I‘m not enjoying this. Almost as much as I‘m not enjoying having people standing in my way.” she said, though maybe a small part of her did like this, a tiny part though.
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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 16, 2009 23:23:27 GMT -5
"You ever been locked up princess?" he asked her with a grim almost evil looking smile. "I've been locked up." His face was stony know and he hitched up his sleeve. On it showed his tattoo, one's she would know. Army and felon, one above the other. there wasn't anything he hadn't tried. "Rules are there for a reason, and just because you feel entitled to break them and everyone else should follow them, doesn't make that how the world works."
He smiled lightly and looked at her easily. "Of course, I never did like rules, and I plan on standing wherever I damn please. Because you know what princess, no shit can scare me now." A lie, but he was never afraid to risk things. He never had been.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Feb 17, 2009 16:13:09 GMT -5
Mina let her eyes skim over the two tattoos he was referring to, she’s recognized them of course, seeing them on many different people throughout her life. Although, she couldn’t say it was exactly a good thing, especially the prison tattoo, it often meant trouble. In fact, his attitude spoke highly of someone she would have expected to go to prison. “Well it‘s not a surprise you‘ve ended up in jail with the way you speak. I didn‘t think I‘d come across someone’s with both of those tattoos though, you must have pissed someone off.” she said, only barely managing to say it without a smile.
She was stunned by the way he spoke to her, no one spoke to her like that outside of her family, and even they were careful. So for a commoner he was cutting it very close with her. “No fear can be a dangerous thing as well.” she said simply. “And if it‘s me that is walking by, I expect you to move out of the way.” she expected him to, sure, but doubted he would, he seemed more stubborn than the rest.
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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 17, 2009 18:26:25 GMT -5
"What can I say, I'm one of a kind, and I doubt you'd like to sit through my life story princess, though, I bet its more interesting than yours." He said lightly taking one step to the side with a little smirk on his face. Moving for her when she had room, what a joke? She really was used to things going her way, most people would give in. Most people probably did. "And I did piss someone off, and I enjoyed it. I bet you can understand that, liking to see that you're pushing someone's buttons?" She obviously enjoyed that feeling.
"So princess," he bowed lightly, but it seemed more like mockery than respect. "I suppose this is where we part, unless you feel like taking a break from being royal and like to go get a drink or something." he laughed softly.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Feb 17, 2009 18:43:52 GMT -5
Mina wasn‘t one to act irrationally or out of control when she was pissed off, it was more of a slow build up to the point where she would want to pull her hair out- and even then she hadn‘t gotten to that point yet. “A more interesting story than mine? I beg to differ, the life of royalty in comparison to any is no competition, besides, I‘m far more interesting then half those stuffy old snobs.” she said proudly, not really caring to speak poorly of them now that Brone was king, she didn’t fear speaking her mind a little more now. “I hope you equally enjoyed the time you spent locked up then.” she said, easily annoyed but hardly showing it on her face, her eyes however told a different story.
There was an audible laugh coming from her lips when she heard him mention a drink, she glanced over and stopped laughing. “Oh, you were serious?” she said, well it wasn’t like she’d ever say no to a drink, but he just had something different about him, something that almost made her not want to go, though she couldn’t figure out why. But this uncertainty only led her to one answer, “Fine, we‘ll get a drink and you can try to make it up to me for being so rude.” she said with a smirk. If Mina was ever uncertain or scared she would go ahead anyways, only to prove that she could.
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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 17, 2009 18:51:38 GMT -5
"Oh the stories about who you've slept with? We all know those stories, the well-to-do guys, the submissive ones that are just your type love to trot those stories out." he teased lightly, sliding his hands into his pockets. Mina's reputation came ahead of her, she had more rumors started about her than any other royal figure. Anything people said about Brone were usually positive. Dimitri doubted the guy was as good as all that, power was supposed to get to everyone. This whole happy with one love, baby, bullshit was too hard to swallow.
He grinned when she accepted his invitation. "I don't see myself undergoing a personality change any time soon. So what you see is what you get. But I'll try not to make anymore comments about your delusional way of looking at life." He said.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Feb 17, 2009 19:03:15 GMT -5
Mina grinned noticeably in the pale moonlight, “Well I didn‘t take you for the type to listen to old wives tales. Is that what you did around prison, gossip about all the Royals?” she said, a little pissed and teasing only a bit. Most of it was true, but still she didn’t like being known as the ‘loose’ princess, the intelligent, wise, powerful, all seemed to have a much nicer sound. Though really she couldn’t be quite bothered to waste energy on caring what one or another said about her, and if she did say so herself, those men weren’t exactly left with any disappointments, one thing she didn’t have to worry about anyways,
“It‘s not exactly delusional if it‘s never been questioned before.” Mina said, shrugging. It might have been just the plain exhaustion of all the commotion that had been going on lately, but this seemed like just the challenge she’d been waiting for the distract herself from it all.
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Post by Dimitri Cutter on Feb 17, 2009 19:45:52 GMT -5
"I did lots of things in prison." he said, laughter leaving his eyes for a brief moment. Gossip was easy, people had enough to say, everyone cried over their families. A few women would wail through bars about wanting love, but each was locked away alone, starving. It was not a pretty place. He'd tried to get himself killed more than once, and he'd rather die than go back. Dimitri figured he better keep some of his mystery about him.
"You never question your view of the world?" He asked her. "Most people do. You know, worry if they're right. You've never done that?" Dimitri asked with a skeptical smile. "Come on princess." he said as he started to walk toward the pub, it wasn't too far from here.
"How drunk to I have to get you to get you agreeable enough to stop acting like you have a stick up your ass?" he asked her with a smile.
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