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Post by Rei Filatov on Jul 30, 2006 21:52:32 GMT -5
The clock had only just struck five and there was already someone up. It was normal for someone to get up early around this house and it just so happened to be Reija at the moment. She usually did get up early just because it was habit, but then again, she was also the one that stayed up the latest at times. The rays of light washed over everything bathing the whole house in a warm glow, though she didn’t seem extremely happy with that fact. The light was bright, and as most could tell, Rei was a darker type of person. Just her attitude at times could scare someone away, though her wardrobe had the same effect once or twice.
She had gotten out of bed without a problem, which was a feat in itself, and had gotten dressed in some loose dance pants along with a blood red tank top. Her hair was left in its messy layers, though she did run a brush through it. She didn’t really care about her looks unless she was trying to impress, which wasn’t that often. She didn’t have a problem dressing her or dolling her up, but today she felt like taking out frustrations. That would be fun, and the thought of it brought a smile to her face. Her lips were dark and when she smiled her pearly white teeth showed, it was a kissable mouth indeed, though despite the rumor mill and many thoughts she instilled into people, she wasn’t that easy. Most of her attitude, unless you were on the receiving side of her anger or wrath, was talk. She wasn’t as horrible as she could make herself seem. That was the point.
Her footsteps, though she wore no shoes at all, echoed through the corridors a bit. There was very little decoration, mainly because they didn’t really entertain in the house. IT was bland, mainly done in hues of beige and neutral colors. The house itself was a mansion, though it wasn’t as extravagant as one might think. IT had taste, but it was simple not flashy. Then again all of the rooms differed. Especially Rei’s she had done a dark shade and everything. Anyway, the kitchen was clean and very sterile. Reija hated it. She hated many things about this place, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t pay to live here, though she could have if she really wanted to. Her footsteps were muffled more upon the linoleum as she grabbed a bottle of water and then made her way through the winding corridors and down into one of the lower level rooms. Yes, it sounded devious, but at the moment she wasn’t planning anything bad. She was simply going to take out her frustrations in the weight room! Then again, when it said weight room it meant much more. There was so much in there and Reija knew very well that she could take out her anger in there.
Sipping her water, Reija put it down on the floor and began to tape her hands. She planned on getting in some practice. She wasn’t useless. She could fight well enough. She had two-second degree black belts, though few knew that. She was versatile and flexible. Her legs stretched out automatically and she spent a moment limbering up before she eyed the rather large punching dummy. It was meant to beat up and her frustrations began to well. She had many of them, though she didn’t focus on them. She focused on ramming her fists and sometimes her feet and legs into that dummy. It was causing a steady rhythm of that thudding upon the dummy to occur. If anyone were up and around the lower levels they would hear her, but mostly because her grunts were distinct and she was indeed working up a sweat, so much so that she had to stop for a moment and tie her hair back before taking a sip of her water. She had a certain dedication, and she wasn’t really sure if she wanted anyone to see it, though would they? Would she really care? Did it even matter? REija didn't even know. So many things swum in her head and she felt herself growing even more frustrated. Things weren't being set to action yet and she was tired of being solitary. She was just tired.
She remembered everthing and it always hit her at the wrong time. she couldn't help but allow her mind to wander at times. She thought of the past quite often. Too much had happened for her to forget it, but then again.... forgetting would only stop the drive she had. She couldn't do that. Her knuckles popped as she stretched and wiggled her fingers before she began to eye the dummy again. She was ready for another round....
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Post by Oliver Burton on Jul 31, 2006 9:11:55 GMT -5
Humans were inferior. There was no doubt when you walked down the street that they were. They were a plague spreading across the planet using up vital resources at an astounding rate. Why? They called it technological advances. They called it discovering the unknown. Bettering themselves. Excuses! Greed was the driving force behind it all. To get there first. Wherever there might have been. These thoughts plagued Oliver’s mind as he dressed listening to the news playing in the background faintly.
They all seemed to thrive on the pain and despair of others. If it wasn’t completely obvious by the tone of the reporter then the shifting of the news from an outbreak of violence in some Middle Eastern town to a dog riding a surf board was the break point. He grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV glaring at the screen. He slipped on a pair of shorts and a thing t-shirt. He paused to grab his Ipod and then left his room for a jog.
Oliver Burton on the outside blended well with those around him. He was calm and collected in any situation presented to him which left many unnerved. His unusually quiet nature left many wondering what he was thinking behind his blue eyes as he surveyed them thoughtfully. Most times they wouldn’t want to know.
Because as much as he appeared to be the boy next door he was far from it.
Looks can be deceiving. Oliver was the king of deception.
He cut across the lawn of the mansion’s courtyard finding a small cobbled path that wound around the garden and respective fountains dispersed throughout it. All the while his footsteps fell into place with the beat of the current song playing in his ears.
When he returned to the mansion, he’d broken out into a light sweat from the run. He slipped back inside the still darkened greeting room and flicked off the music pulling the white plugs roughly from his ears. He wound them around the Ipod itself and shoved it into his pocket as he took to the stairs heading down towards the gym. As he approached the sounds of another busy greeted his ears. He entered without any thought to who he might be interrupting and proceeded to make a beeline for the shower in the back of it.
His gaze fell on a young woman beating the crap out of a punching bag. “Tell me,” he said pausing for a moment as he grabbed a white towel to wipe the sweat away from the back of his neck and his forehead. “Does it ever fight back?”
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Post by Rei Filatov on Jul 31, 2006 9:33:32 GMT -5
Reija's ears had perked a bit when she heard the voice. Not normal. She wasn't used to being caught in her ritual of beating the stuffing out of a punching bag, well, she hadn't been caught before then. He couldn't really say anything, though. She knew who he was. Oliver Burton. He seemed so innocent to those outside of the house, but Rei knew he wasn't. He was anything but the damned boy nextdoor! He was in the gym for some reason too. Not that it really mattered. Some people used the gym to weightlift or do things of that nature. Reija had, but she didn't that often. She was fond of beating the stuffing out of her punching bag. Her smile, though it was vindictive and usually spiteful, drew across her face and she settled her hands upon her hips for the moment.
"No, it's never fought back, but that just makes it easier. I don't have another option... Unless you want to give me a hand and be my punching bag, Oliver?"
Reija knew he would probably say no. Who wanted to go through that? She had a lot of frustrations and she had never seen him fight, really. Come to think of it... that would be interesting. Then again, Reija knew many things were secrets or kept quiet around here. She grabbed her water again and took a sip as she allowed her body to slide into a resting position against the wall for the moment, though her adrenaline was still pumping and she hadn't relieved all of her frustrations, yet.
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Post by Oliver Burton on Jul 31, 2006 9:49:15 GMT -5
The gym smelled of cleaning supplies, leather and sweat. It was common between all gyms. He glanced around at the equipment noting how pristine it all seemed sitting around the room ready to go. Oliver wasn’t one to jump onto a machine such as these. He had better things to do then waste his time attempting to stay in form. Tough it mattered little as he still managed to keep in shape.
"No, it's never fought back, but that just makes it easier. I don't have another option... Unless you want to give me a hand and be my punching bag, Oliver?"
He looked back to her wrapping the towel around his neck to soak up some of the sweat that was collecting at the base of his hairline. “Tempting,” he said waling over to a cooler that was always near the shower entrance. He pulled open the cover and took out a cold bottle of water. “But it’s not my style to stand there and let another pound on me.”
He twisted off the cap and took a long drink of it. “Keep up with the bag,” he said twisting on the cap and pointing to it with the bottle of water. “I’m sure at some point it’ll get sick of the relentless pounding.” And then break probably.
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Post by Rei Filatov on Jul 31, 2006 9:59:45 GMT -5
Rei just smirked at him. He was so predictable to her, anyway. She was good at watching others and she had watched each person in the house. She had kept an eye out and everything, not to mention her other ways of finding things out. She knew enough to know that Oliver could probably be vicious if he were attacked, but he didn't really try to keep up his body, not that Reija gave an that much of an effort. She fought, yes, but she only did things like this when she wanted to relieve stress. She took another sip of her water while Oliver was making his way to get his own and smirked before capping it and approaching her punching back, an old friend, though it wouldn't last much longer is eh was any judge.
"Damn, I was counting on it. Pounding on you would be so fun, but then again so would making it all better."
She was only teasing and whatnot, but it was a comment that only Oliver or someone of the like, someone that she knew, could expect from her. She wasn't really that bad, but it was rather odd. IT could take someone back and surprise them. She knew that well enough. It didn't really matter. Though, she did like to keep people on their toes. Rei allowed her face to relax and she kicked the bag with a rather resounding smack a few times before she stopped and face him in what seemed to almost be curiously.
"I've always kept up with the bag. I've destroyed three of them in the past two years."
Reija's smile was taunting when she shot it at him, but then again. That was just her. She liked to toy with people, among other things.
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Post by Oliver Burton on Jul 31, 2006 10:05:58 GMT -5
"d**n, I was counting on it. Pounding on you would be so fun, but then again so would making it all better."
“Your sense of charm never ceases to amaze me,” he said through a yawn watching her as she kicked the punching bag yet again. It twisted and writhed on the chain bolted to the ceiling a few times before quieting down again.
"I've always kept up with the bag. I've destroyed three of them in the past two years."
He sipped his water again. “Well lucky for the bag you care so much then eh?” he asked looking around. His gaze found an trash barrel and he turned lining up his shot with the bottle. He tossed it effortlessly sinking it into the trashcan as if it were a ball going into a hoop. His aim had always been remarkable.
He pulled the towel from his neck and folded it up to toss it in the laundry. Looking up from it, he gave her a rather one sided smirk. “Enjoy your pounding.”
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Post by Rei Filatov on Jul 31, 2006 10:13:11 GMT -5
Rei's smirk never left her face. Even while she was beating that bag she hadn't stopped, especially since Oliver amused her. She didn't even really feel that bad anymore. Toying with Oliver was almost as fun as beating the stuffing out of something. Who ever said REi had good people skills?
"Ah, well, I'll have to keep my charm as it is just so you're always amazed, won't I?"
It was less of a question and more of a daunting statement for the moment. She meant it, pretty much. She did love toying with him. She loved toying with whoever she could, though. Rei was just manipulative and whatnot. Then again, everyone in this house was fighting for the same sort of cause, so Rei couldn't really do much damage seeing as they were all needed. Her eyes found him after she had watched the bottle going in and she gave a mock clap.
"Lucky it. MAybe sometime you'll give in and let me show you what you're missing since you won't be my bag."
REija didn't hit the bag to punctuate that point,t hough. She didn't need to. She was good. At the moment she felt better. Her hands were nimble as she began to unwrap her hands.
"OH, I did enjoy my pounding, but I think there are a few other activities calling my name for the moment. What about you? You have plans?"
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Post by Oliver Burton on Jul 31, 2006 10:22:40 GMT -5
"Ah, well, I'll have to keep my charm as it is just so you're always amazed, won't I?"
“I wouldn’t go worrying yourself over it,” he retorted. “Whether I’m amazed or not over your witty remarks and relentless diatribes of suggestive material isn’t really that important now is it?” he asked. He shoved a hand in his pocket while the other held onto the dampened towel. "Lucky it. MAybe sometime you'll give in and let me show you what you're missing since you won't be my bag."
“Hmm,” he said rubbing at his chin almost thoughtfully at her statement. “Doubtful,” he said giving her a little nod. “It’s not often I willingly subject myself to the whims of another.” His hand retired back into his pocket. “But should a situation arise where I suddenly feel the need to be someone’s punching bag I’ll let you know.”
"OH, I did enjoy my pounding, but I think there are a few other activities calling my name for the moment. What about you? You have plans?"
“I do,” he said. But he gave up no more information that that. Oliver was a private individual who kept many if not almost everything to himself. He wasn’t a bragger. He wasn’t the type to rub things in. He was straight forward, very up front and often times a bit sharp with his words.
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Post by Rei Filatov on Jul 31, 2006 10:33:14 GMT -5
Reija smirked and gave a small laugh at Oliver's comment. The two could get into a battle of the wits often enough. They had enough tension and brains between the two of them, though it was mostly created by Rei. She was still amused, though she was quite often. There was something about pushing Oliver that just amused her. Some might say that was how she got her jollies, though she got amused so easily by toying with people.
"Ah, it's not that important, but it's great that you realize it. I've been beginining to think you were bloody daft, Oliver."
She was only teasing, yes, but still... He wasn't very open with people. Then again, neither was Rei. She had a past, she had talents, much of it she kept hidden to herself. She couldn't really change it. It was, however, well known that Reija and Camine could go through their fair share of men. Camine was worse, though. Much of the time Reija didnt' really care. Humans were fun to toy with, but it was so much bette when one found a mutant...
"Oh, please do. I'd offer something in return, but I'm afraid that I just can't seeing as there's nothing really to return."
That sounded a bit more than playful. Something there? Maybe... Reija could be reserved herself, but she hated it when others were. She couldn't toy with people who didn't allo themselves to fall for anything. Though, she still tried most of the time.
"Lovely, you're just in sharing mood."
Rei muttered stalking over and grabbing her own towel, though she didn't really care, she also threw away the water bottle. She figured she'd go for a swim or something. There were two pools, but then again.... Reija's power was connected with water... You fill in the blanks.
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Post by Oliver Burton on Jul 31, 2006 10:39:46 GMT -5
"Ah, it's not that important, but it's great that you realize it. I've been beginining to think you were bloody daft, Oliver."
He snorted quietly at her words rolling his eyes. “It’s easier to have others have low expectations of your than high. That way when you supersede everything others is speechless.” His gaze moved past her to the punching bag. There were definite imprints of hands in the leather material. Looking back to her he quirked an eyebrow.
"Oh, please do. I'd offer something in return, but I'm afraid that I just can't seeing as there's nothing really to return."
He smirked. “And I can’t say you have anything I want,” he said just as playfully. The comment could be taken on so many different levels. It was simply up to her to interpret it as she wanted.
"Lovely, you're just in sharing mood."
He grinned. “I didn’t realize we were at a part in our relationship where I was required to share.”
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Post by Rei Filatov on Jul 31, 2006 10:47:42 GMT -5
"Ah, that's why you act like a daft fool. Funny, I pinned you with high expectations either way. Hope you can at least meet half of it. You'll find making me speechless takes much more effort."
Reija tossed at him with a smirk, though er lips were pursed a bit. She was amused by this all and it was no secret, though in that aspect she didn't hide things. She was also rather calm. She felt better after pounding on the punching bag. She also knew that her current bag wouldn't last much longer if she kept up like that. She didn't really care too much, though. She could always get a new one. His smirk wasn't the nicest thing on his face, though he was attractive and Reija didn't dispute that. Hell, Reija would admit it.... Though, at the moment she was dabbing at her neck and face, which had collected some sweat. Not a lot, but some. Due to Rei's mutation she didn't really sweat as much, but she needed more water than the average person too.
"Ah, well, actions speak louder than words. You don't have to say it."
She could twist his words easily. She knew what she was capable of doing for the most part and she was amused that he hadn't realized she'd use that openining in his words. HE knew her better than that didn't he? They were both playful, at least neither was fuming angry yet.
"Ah, but sharing is supposed to happen all throughout the relationship, Oliver, there's not set time. You're supposed to do it often. Didn't you learn that as a kiddie."
Oh, she was having fun with this, but then again only a few could really give her a run for her money and Oliver happened to be one of them...
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Post by Oliver Burton on Jul 31, 2006 10:53:14 GMT -5
"Ah, that's why you act like a daft fool. Funny, I pinned you with high expectations either way. Hope you can at least meet half of it. You'll find making me speechless takes much more effort."
“I didn’t realize I was supposed to make you speechless,” he commented back quickly. “That little job must have gotten lost somewhere along the way in the other things that rule my small part of reality.” He shook his head at her watching her with her towel for a moment. “If and when I’m told to make you speechless you’ll have my attention. Until then…” "Ah, well, actions speak louder than words. You don't have to say it."
“I’ll save my breath then.” "Ah, but sharing is supposed to happen all throughout the relationship, Oliver, there's not set time. You're supposed to do it often. Didn't you learn that as a kiddie."
He snapped his finger as if it all made perfect sense to him now. Now if only he cared. “That’s right,” he said in a chipper voice. “It’s a good thing I’m not in one then.”
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Post by Rei Filatov on Jul 31, 2006 11:01:40 GMT -5
"Oh, you're not because we wouldn't want to set you up for failure."
Do I see a challenge? Maybe? Reija was quick and she was always that way. She was challenging him in a way, though she gave a shrug before she toyed with the towel for a few moments and then put it in the basket. She was actually really considering going out to the pool and giving up on talking to Oliver, though she didn't. She did want to see how far she could push it. Though, she didn't want to try too much, that might just get her in a bit of trouble, but then again... Trouble was Rei's middle name.
"Good you'll need your breath."
The way she said things could have so much inuendo behind them and everything that it made her laugh a bit. She meant that in several ways. If he made her mad he'd need breath, especially if she was around water, but then again it could be taken so many ways. Naughty, Reija. She didn't really care, though. Reija said what she wanted to no matter what. She wasn't going to leash that tongue of her's. No one had been able to make her so far and she didn't plan on it happening.
"That it is."
Reija said with a small nod. It was good he wasn't in a relastionship and that he didn't care. That made being in Hexus easier... it made everything easier, though Reija still held things with her. She still thought of her family, which caused her mood to dampen a bit. Her little sister, who she figured was long gone somewhere... If there was one thing she regretted it wasn't joining Hexus or killing her parents, which was a long story in itself, it was loosing Kai....Her face showed thoughts, though herl ips had only pursed and her brow lowered.
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Post by Oliver Burton on Aug 1, 2006 10:24:41 GMT -5
"Oh, you're not because we wouldn't want to set you up for failure."
“How considerate,” he chimed back giving no indication that he’d even had to think up a retort to her little verbal jabs. His own towel remained in his hand hanging limply out of it. No no stress there. As calm as cool as can be. And it would stay that way until he was pissed off enough to strike back. One would have to be extremely observant to detect the change from calm to angry.
"Good you'll need your breath."
“I’m not really worried.”
"That it is."
”Should I be glad to hear that you agree?” he asked smirking. “I doubt that you are. I doubt that much gets any sort of a stir out of you other than snarky remarks and comments laced heavily with innuendos.” He shrugged.
“But hey if that’s your thing I wish you luck in finding someone willing to continually spar back and forth with you.” He tossed his towel into the laundry and looked back to her.
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Post by Rei Filatov on Aug 1, 2006 10:41:13 GMT -5
"Oh, not really. You just wish I was."
Reija didn't have to think to send that retort back at Oliver. Unlike many others she could tell when he was beginning to get miffed and everything. She was watching for that change. Reija knew people well enough to push whatever buttons she wanted. She knew that she could to it, she had done it often enough to become a pro. It had started with her parents, since they were vile creatures who were horrible, and now it was just progressing with the people around Rei. Fitting, no? Though, her prey should always be worried.
"That's your mistake, you should be."
She said crossing her arms and lifting her head a bit to look at him in the eye. She wasn't scary by looks, but she sure as hell was when she was angry or using her power, hell, she probably was when she was beating the crap out of someone too, but she didn't want to do that to Oliver. She wanted a rise out of him, yes. That may have been why she wouldn't let him alone when he was around, but it could have been something on a more subconscious level... ONe never knows.
"Not really, seeing as I'm only agreeing so I can poke fun at you later."
Rei said with a shrug as she nibbled on her bottom lip and then grinned. He got the innuendos and her comments, but the thing he didn't get was why. He didn't understand Reija, even though she understood little of herself. She fel the smirk growing.
"Afraid you'd be wrong there, Oli. There are things that get a stir out of me, but those who would try are long gone before they have the chance."
She grinned. The last other she had had mysteriously drowned. Then again, Oliver was the one that got the brunt of her comments and whatnot, he just didn't realize it.
"Thanks for the luck, but I don't need it. If I can't find someone I can always use you as my verbal punching back, babe."
She grinned. She was pushing his buttons and she was ready to see him blow.
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