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Post by Damien "Rocco" Edwards on Apr 3, 2012 20:31:50 GMT -8
When Damien looked over the top of his couch, he could see that Claire was asleep, and he felt a little bad for calling out. Instead, he shut the TV down and went to put his groceries away. Anna wouldn't be by for another half hour, so he decided that taking a shower was necessary, especially since it had been almost two whole days since his last one. If it were only him at his home he would be fine with it, but his Ex and the girl he saved the night before we going to be in his presence, he figured it would make life easier if he didn't smell like such a man. He walked into his room, forgetting to shut his bedroom door. He pulled out clean jeans and a t-shirt and then walked into the bathroom with a clean towel and washcloth. He pulled on the water tab and waited for the water to heat up before he undressed and steppe into the shower, completely unaware that Wimpy had shoved the bathroom door open so he could sit on the counter. While he ran his soapy hands through his hair, which in his opinion was getting too long, and finished washing in general.
Once out of the shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist, and turned on the sink. He wiped down the mirror and turned on the water in the sink. He went ahead with the old fashioned shaving cream an a nice razor, carefully going over her face to rid himself of the stubble that had accumulated in two days. According to girl they didn't really like it. When he walked out of the bathroom he quickly realized that his door was open and he quickly shut it, changing into his laid out clothes. He could hear voices in the other room and could tell that Anna had shown up. She was too nice not to talk to Claire, and figured she would start up the conversation.
He walked out of the room an said waved his hello, immediately walking into his open kitchen to grab a cup an fill it with water, "How ya' doing?" he asked her, giving her a hopeless smile. She understood, he could see it in her eyes. "I'm good," she turned to look at Claire," Now tell me what happened, both of you..."
Rocco immediately started with, "I was comming to get her for dinner when I found someone on top of her trying to rape her. Least said, pulled him off, got her in my car, he missed my bumper and ran his car at 80 miles an hour. He died at 1030 yesterday morning..." He trailed off, "I think she twisted an ankle, and she has a knot on the back of her head, I haven't seen it, but if you could take a look at her?" He asked politely. Anna gave him a look.
"I'm only doing this because I was almost a rape victim as well," she told Claire, motioning for her to sit on the couch, "Come on, let me see."
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Post by Claire Marie Avila on Apr 3, 2012 21:17:30 GMT -8
 It's been a long time since I came around,
Been a long time but I'm back in town,
This time I'm not leaving without you...A dreamless sleep was all that Claire needed to relax herself, getting into the mood that allowed you to just be normal, and be yourself. Slight stirring was all that came of her sleeping, that pack of frozen peas, now a lot more hot than cold, under her head as a pillow, allowing her to take care of her head as well as her ankle. Claire could have sworn, while in her sleep, she heard Damien's voice, not realizing that he was back, talking something about cereal. She moved on her side, letting her right ankle still lay on top of that pillow, hearing the television shut off, but she was too tired to actually do anything.
After hearing some rustling in the kitchen, Claire began to open her eyes, hearing a door shut and the shower start running. She sat up on the couch, stretching her arms, being very careful with her ankle, stretching her legs out as well. Looking for the remote, she laid back on the couch, grabbing it and turned the television back on, seeing that another one of her favorite movies was on, Pride and Prejudice.
Just as the movie got ten minutes into it, she heard the door of the apartment open, she squinted at the doorway, freaking out a little. If Damien was already in the house, then who was entering? She leaned over the side of the couch a little bit, pulling the blanket over her that was there, and sighed when it was a female. She looked friendly enough, but still, Claire had no idea who she was. Maybe it was 'Anna'.
Just as Claire started turning the television done the lady smiled at her, offering a hello. Claire smiled back. "Hello, I'm Claire." She spoke, reaching out a hand to shake with the lady's. Claire listened as the shower shut off, hearing some doors shut and then heard Damien's voice.
She watched as he walked over to the couch, hearing Damien call the women Anna. She had a feeling it was the women he was talking about. Claire listened as Damien began to explain what had happened that night, Claire nodded, "It is about what happened, although when my head was slammed against the wall I heard a crack, and I found some bruises around my ankle, I think it might be broken."
She glanced at Damien, his wet hair looked beautiful to her, she began to space out, only looking at him before she heard the women speaking. "Oh yeah, sorry." Pink rushed to her cheeks, hoping none of them noticed as she was admiring Damien's body. She turned on the couch, removing the blanket, exposing the bruises she had on her arms and legs. She lifted her leg, letting Anna look at her leg.
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Post by Damien "Rocco" Edwards on Apr 4, 2012 10:42:31 GMT -8
Damien watched from the view he had in his kitchen. Anna carefully walked over the Claire, making faces while she touched the bruises on her arms and legs, hardly letting her hands go over the ankle. She then looked at the back of her head. "Well," she said, "there isn't much I can do about this, nor anyone else. You just twisted your ankle. I'd have it elevated a little more and Ice it, twenty minutes on twenty off. an your head is fine. Nothing wrong that I can see, and most of the damage is pretty common. I get a lot of twisted ankles in Football and you would be surprised how easy it is to crack a skull in baseball. You are definitely good to go. Let me just run back to my car and get an ace bandage and what not."
Rocco smiled, he was glad that she was going to be alright. Anna walked out sedately, grabbing her keys from her purse but other wise letting it sit. He looked over to Claire as he grabbed another bag of frozen vegetables. "Glad everything is good to go? I have some Tylenol with Oxycontin left over from my shoulder surgery if you need any." He sat on the coffee table and laid the bag carefully on her leg. It was so purple and bruised. He felt so bad for her.
"Oh," he said, completely forgetting that he had gone and brought her car back, "I went and picked your car up from the bar, it's in my extra parking spot, just wanted to let ya' know." He smiled at her, then stood again and walked back to the kitchen. Anna was back through the door shortly an had Claire's ankle wrapped in no time. But she turned on Rocco, making it clear she wanted to talk to him... Alone.
He nodded, perplexed, and then walked into his bedroom, Anna following close behind, shutting the door behind them. "So, who is she?" She asked, her voice strinkingly angry. Rocco held his hands up, "Whoa," he said, "What's with the attitude? You broke up with me, remember? Besides, we dated for a week, and before that it was only a friends with benefiets kind of deal. Why are you snapping?"
"Because I loved you, Rocco. We broke up two months..." He interupted her, "Two months? We broke up a year ago. I only had sex with you two months ago because I was drunk out of my damn mind." He was starting to get pissed off. "Drunk? You had two drinks!" She said loudly, but he rebuttled with, "That you saw! It was Pete's tenth aniversary with his wife, of course I had more to drink than what you saw. You were three hours late! There was an open bar! What is wrong with you?" Her hair seemed to stand on edge as she stood very straight and tall.
"And to think I came over to help you, " She said. "You came over because you thought I was scheming to ask you back out. I saw your face when you saw I wasn't lying about the girl, your angry at me, but that doesn't mean you have any right to attack me." He looked at the door and then back to her, "You have some gall to do this, Anna. Yeah, I liked you, until a week into our 'relationship' you asked to move in with me. You move to fast an you too attached. It's time to move on." He said. She huffed up again, "Don't bother calling me again Damien! I never want to speak to you again," She yelled, storming out of the room. He knew the phone would ring in an hour with her apology and he would have to tell her that he meant it when he said to stay away.
He walked back out into the living room in the time to see the door slam shut. He rubbed his face hard and breathe into his hands, shaking his head, "I'm really sorry that happened. If I had any idea she would have acted like that I would have just taken you to see a doctor."
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Post by Claire Marie Avila on Apr 5, 2012 1:22:21 GMT -8
It's been a long time since I came around,
Been a long time but I'm back in town,
This time I'm not leaving without you... That feeling of attraction was different for everyone, you were not really sure who you would fall in love with by the end of your life. Most people oped it really was someone that they could spend the rest of their life with, someone to be with and take care of each other, grow old together, do everything together. Or some people just were not cut out for this kind of love. Too many problems in life that stop them from having that one true thing in life, 'love'.
Clare wanted nothing more than to be with someone for the rest of her life, always being loved, and to love in return was the greatest thing she could think of. Sure dating was a way for that to happen, but who wanted to go through all that heartbeat just to find that one and only person to spend forever with?
Her green eyes watched carefully as Anna began to poke around, examining her ankle, then her head, grimacing at the pain that shot through her body every time Anna touched something that was left painful. Claire's eyes began to wander back to Damien, who had his back toward them and was looking out the kitchen window. Claire then saw Anna making some faces, frowning herself as she watched the women.
"There isn't much I can do about this, nor anyone else. You just twisted your ankle. I'd have it elevated a little more and Ice it, twenty minutes on twenty off. an your head is fine." A sigh of relief escaped Claire's soft lips as she heard the good news. She could probably go back to work sooner than she thought. Her eyes traveled to Damien, who was walking over to her with another bag of frozen veggies to supply with the ice.
He began talking about pain killers. A frown started forming on Claire's face, she was not used to using pain killers, her parents would always tell her to lay off them for they weakened your body system. With a shake of her head she began to speak. "Uh, no thank you, I'll be fine." A smile appeared on the girl's lips as she sat back with her legs on the couch, propping up a pillow under her ankle again, placing the ice on top.
Claire caught Damien seeing the bruises and began to cover her legs, leaving her ankle open for Anna to come back and wrap it.
He started speaking about her car, and she perked up. She was so out of it that she almost forgot about the little car, sighing in relief, again. "Oh, thanks. It really helps." She smiled at him, suppressing a giggle as she reached for her bag, searching through it for her cell phone, which just so happened to be dead. "Shit." She murmured, and no charger in her purse as well.
Claire watched as Anna came back with the wrap, wrapping her ankle with ease. "Thank you." She spoke, watching as she got up to talk to Damien. Claire sipped her water, setting it back on the coffee table. "Okay." She said in sort of an awkward slow voice, watching as Anna and Damien disappeared into the bedroom.
Turning back to her movie, she turned the volume back up a bit, stopping when she heard yelling in the other room.
Somehow Claire must have ticked off Anna, just by being here as well. An uncomfortable feeling started seeping into Claire as she felt unwanted in the house. She placed the ice pack back on her ankle, pulling the blankets over her and settling into the couch, getting comfy.
A sudden clicking of heels heading for the door caught Claire's attention, watching as Anna slammed the door behind her, causing a loud noise which hurt Claire's head a tad. She winced, turning her head to look at Damien, watching him just before turning back to the television.
Claire heard him speaking, she pursed her lips. "It's alright, I know the feeling of being unwanted before, happened throughout my child hood." She spoke, watching the television, moving into the couch more, pulling he blanket over her more, resting her head on the ice pack.
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Post by Damien "Rocco" Edwards on Apr 6, 2012 9:17:51 GMT -8
He watched Claire's surprised reaction when Anna slammed the door shut. But of course she would, all she had seen was some woman who was kind and gentle at first change into a child running through the house and slamming the door. He shook his head in obvious embarrassment at her reactions.
"It's alright, I know the feeling of being unwanted before, happened throughout my child hood." She said to him, and he made a face, "Why? Do you feel unwanted here?" He went and sat in the recliner that was at an angle, but facing the couch and the TV, "You don't need to feel like an outcast," he said, furrowing his brow. "You know what, you've been stuck at my house for a couple of days now, you probably want to go home, right?" He was somewhat upset, and it showed in his features. Even if he didn't know the girl, he'd grown to liking her, and it wasn't like she wasn't beautiful or anything, and yet all at the same time she was smart and capable of a real discussion.
"I still owe you a dinner, out, so why don't I grab the neighbor kid and see if he can follow behind us in my car, and I'll take you home so you can get dressed. I'll take you some where special, you know, where you don't have get all dressed up. Tennis shoes and short would suffice, I think..." He didn't know though. All he had planned was to take her into the Hollywood hills for a picnic lunch, and while she was getting ready he would go pick up what ever it was you get for a picnic.
He ran his hand through his hair and remembered that he a had a pair of adjustable crutches in his room from when he broke his leg. He stood and walked into his kitchen where a broom-cabinet was and pulled them out, "I think if I..." he said, pushing them down a couple of holes, "There," hes aid, smiling at his handy-work, "Now you can walk without help, give ya' back some of your pride, yea?"
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Post by Claire Marie Avila on Apr 6, 2012 23:27:02 GMT -8
It's been a long time since I came around,
Been a long time but I'm back in town,
This time I'm not leaving without you... Being unwanted was not totally new for Claire, she has felt the feeling before, especially by her own mother, her own flesh and blood that was suppose to take care of her for the remainder of her childhood. She was not there though, everything ended when her father had died. Claire was blamed for everything happening that time, which sent her mother into a deep hatred for her own daughter. It was a feeling she has always had in her life time, thanks to her mother, and now Anna.
The look on his face cause her to frown too, sighing a little. "The way Anna seemed irritated," With a turn of her head she gestured to the door, which was surprisingly still intact. "The way she acted when she found out the real reason you called her was the truth. I saw the look on her face." Claire shrugged, sitting up on the couch.
Claire's green eyes watched as Damien sat down on the recliner, rather close to her actually. Even if the chair was turned more toward the television, Claire could not help but feel the heat rising to her cheeks a little. She bit her lip, looking away for a moment before hearing him speak, pretending to watch the television. "Have I really been here for a couple of days?" Claire frowned a bit, thinking. Her boss is probably wondering where the fuck she has been for a couple days now. She only hoped her has not fired her yet.
A smile crossed Claire's light pink lips as she hear him speaking about still owing her a date for dinner. A light laugh escaped her lips as she looked at Damien, smiling. "Do not let the ankle warp fool you," She chuckled, "I can go somewhere that requires dressing up even a little. I would love to go out to dinner with you." Claire smiled, moving to lean on the couch arm, resting her head on her hand.
Watching him run his hand through his hair made her smile a bit, needing to look away for a split second before she saw him getting up, speaking as if he had something. She sat up, moving toward the middle of the couch, trying to see what it was he was looking for. Curiosity began to create inside her, seeing him come out with crutches. She made a face.
A laugh played on her lips when he smiled, shaking her head with a smile. "Thanks, that is very kind of you." She chuckled, reaching her hand to grab the crutch, only not expecting to touch his hand. She paused, her hand touching his, feeling like her whole body was frozen, heat rising to her cheeks, a sly smiled appeared on her lips, looking at his eyes, biting her lip as her eyes traveled down to his lips and back to his eyes again, feeling herself leaning forward, without really paying attention.
notes``we should have it where there are about to kiss, but then the cat jumps up lol. but their lips barely get to touch
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Post by Damien "Rocco" Edwards on Apr 9, 2012 19:16:33 GMT -8
The day's light was changing fast as the sun crept closer and closer to the edge of the horizon. Rocco smiled at a lot of the things that Claire, understanding fully well the show she had to put on, and why. He'd had to do that as well, even if he'd learned to let go of himself a little more.
He watched her green eyes close, her lashes touching her pink cheeks every time she spoke, how she almost seemed fidgety, and yet calm at the same time. He liked how thick her lips were, and how they moved and shaped themselves to the form of each letter spoken, perfectly enunciating everything. He couldn't help but smile at her, probably making an even bigger fool of himself. He shook his head again, looking at her bruises, so profoundly happy that he had saved this beautiful... creature from such a fate. She seemed like someone who had a hard life, someone who had the need to protect herself from something, or someone.
As he reached forward, their hands met, sending a shock through his system, his eye widening, lips parting. They were so close. He watched her involuntary movement, how she leaned towards him, and his own. He couldn't stop himself. He took both crutches in one hand and dropped them to the floor with a loud clang, kneeling on the ground and cupping her face in his hands, holding her beautiful face between his strong apendages. Her delicate features were so crystaline in his eyes, so precious. He leaned forward slowly, his eyes searching in hers, his head tilting, eyes closing, lips parting, just barely reaching over to touch those perfect lips.
There skin touched, and there was another shock in his system, this time because the door was being pounded on so hard it shook the whole side of the wall. Rocco pulled away sharply, stunned at the racket that was created, wondering what person in their decent mind would do such a thing. He sighed, turning back to Claire, whose head he still held. He dropped his hands and made a face, standing quietly and walking to the door.
"Who is it?" He asked, looking through the peep hole. All he saw was the massive bulk of Peter, who spoke his name loudly.
"Damien? Rocco! Man, I'm so sorry, please, can I come in?" Damien sighed, looking at Claire. He didn't know if he had enough good feelings left in the man who stood outside his door, not after what happened to Claire, not after how he knew Peter used women, not after what happened to the beautiful, entrancing woman sitting on his couch, her green eyes so piercing.
"Not right now, Pete. Go home." He said, walking away, but Peter insisted. "No! You can't! I have no where to go! My wife, she kicked me out, took the kids! I don't have anywhere to stay, please!" Rocco closed his eyes and made a fist. Of course he would run right to him to get help for his issues. He marched back to the door and opened it, his eyes staring thunder at the fat man who pestered him so.
"Look. I am the one who told Leslie about what happened. You know this. I don't like you. I want you to leave. You do not have permission to come running to me because of your issues. Leave, Pete, and don't come back." He said, slamming the door in a very stunned fat man's face. He then turned to Claire, "Might be a while 'fore we leave, but I promise I will take you to a nice place. How's a private dinner on the Queen Mary sound?"
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Post by Claire Marie Avila on Apr 14, 2012 23:53:38 GMT -8
It's been a long time since I came around,
Been a long time but I'm back in town,
This time I'm not leaving without you... Everything seemed to be moving in a faster pace. You could even heard the sound the heart makes when its being pumped full of adrenalin, especially when you lean in for that one and only kiss. The way lips touched, the feeling of warmth flowing to the skin, the light shade of rd it changes to as you have just realized what was really going on.
Every smile he showed just made her heart somehow skip a beat, not able to stop the face pace of the heart beat. With her heart beating quickly, everything around her seemed to blur, nothing was more important than the man that sat before her, leaning closer to her, just as she was leaning closer to him. A smile on his face as he gazed at her eyes, only making her blush even more, the mere sight of his smiling lips would make her blush.
Claire was one of those people with a hard childhood, always having to find a way to protect herself from anything, and everything, that would threaten to come at her, causing her any pain and suffering. What this girl really need was someone to take care of her, since she had been taking care of herself a lot more than someone else taking care of her. She needed someone who knows how to treat women right, always being by her side whenever she needed him most, ready to save her when evil rears its ugly head.
Those pink lips began to part in a slight gasp as she touched his hand, feeling that warmth shoot through her body, causing her to lean in even closer. The sound of the crutches hitting the floor made a slight side smile grow on her lips, feeling his hands holding her face she froze. Claire had never felt anyone hold her face before, especially so softly and gently. Her green eyes watching him kneel on the ground, that part still in her lips as her breathing came faster, her heart picking up a beat, beating faster, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
Claire's green eyes began to search his, moving to his lips and back to his eyes, wetting her lips as she moved even closer, closing her eyes as she felt his breath hot on her skin. That feeling his lips touching her's, ever so slightly, before he quickly pulls away, leaning her blinking when she feels the wall sake. Her eyes begin to search, seeing the door and feeling a sigh gather on her lips, only, he still has her head cupped in his hands. When he turned back to look at her, realizing he was still holding her, dropping his hands and got up.
A slump created in her shoulders, causing her to look away from where he was standing. She reached down to grab the crutches, setting them against the table and laid back on the couch again, playing with the bottom of her shirt. Claire heard that voice, although not drunken anymore, but it was still enough to make your whole body stiffen. She heard the puggy man yelling, and then Damien opened the door. She cringed into the couch, trying to hide as best as she could, listening to them argue.
Damien had shut the door and began talking to her, she bit her lip, listening and thought for a moment. That place was a bit on the expensive side, she felt bad for him to pay for everything, and possibly everything. With a nod she spoke, collecting enough breath to speak. "The Queen Mary sounds good, although I would like to change into something more suitable." She smiled a little to lighten the mood, grabbing the crutches to lift herself up, testing them out before steadying herself.
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