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Ajedrez's room is, when all is said and done, nothing special. A double bed in one corner, a bedside table with a lamp, a table, a door leading to the bathroom. The colours are warm, though. Blues and oranges, which sounds like it shouldn't look nice but it does. There are also books, stacked against the table with a couple on the bedside table. Complete with bookmarks.

There is also a cello in one corner, albeit one tucked away safely in its case. Ajedrez hasn't been here more then a few months, six at the outside, but she's never been one to live somewhere without making it feel like home.

Date: 2007-04-04 09:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
Nick's room was a bit less lived in, despite the fact that he spent several months staining the walls with his smoke. So this was a fresh change of pace.
"This is really rather cozy." Then he noted the cello and his smile became even more warm. He wouldn't have pegged her as a musician. "Hm. The little surprises you find when you come to another person's place."

Date: 2007-04-04 09:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
She follows his look, and gives him a smile before dumping her backpack on the bed.

"I might have forgotten to mention that, yes."

Date: 2007-04-04 09:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
"Just a little." He joked, taking a seat in one of the chairs, letting his eyes wander around the room. They soon fell to Beatriz, though, and he smiled, "How long have you played?"

He'd tell her about the guitar if she asked.

Date: 2007-04-04 09:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
She currently has her back to him. More because she's unpacking her things from the packpack. Jeans, jacket, scarlet top, gun, pair of stiletto chopsticks...

"Since I was little, my mother started to teach me when I was about....five? About that, and I've been playing ever since."

Date: 2007-04-04 09:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
There's that lovely set of hips and butt right there, and he just smiles, wistful and thoughtful, "That sounds nice. She and your father must have been very proud." Then again, he hadn't heard her play, so that was up in the air.

That, and he really had no notion of 'parents' because well.. Orphan.

Date: 2007-04-04 10:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
"They were, actually. Til she, uh." She raises her hand to her temple in the shape of a gun, and mimes shooting.

Date: 2007-04-04 10:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
He winced in sympathy, "Sorry to hear that."

He looked concerned, "It seems that your life is so much like the lives of the people from where I'm from. The desert, the sadness and loss at the ends of a firearm."

It was one of the reasons, he imagined, that he felt compelled to talk to her in the first place.

Date: 2007-04-04 10:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Ajedrez glances at him over her shoulder.

"It's...harsh. My father, like I said before....well." She turns around properly to face him. "Cartel. Do you have them?"

Date: 2007-04-04 10:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
"Yes. Drugs and... other illegal services. The drug cartels I really don't care about, it's the..." He fished around mentally for the word he heard Belle use for them, "Slave trade that I really have issue with. They snatch young girls, most of them in their early teens, and sell them off as prostitutes, dancing girls, or mistresses to water barons. Most of them stay out of each other's way, but there's always a boundry war going on between them in certain places, like between Augusta and December." He sighed, shaking his head.
"The roving gangs like the Bad Lads, they're the ones I'm more worried about. The cartels pretty much stay out of the people's affairs and don't do any harm to any innocent, such as it is, but the gangs that are just doing it for the thrill, their violence has no bounds."

Date: 2007-04-04 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
She nods, slowly, leaning against the bed to start taking her boots off.

"The Barillo cartel does drugs. Some weapons, but mostly drugs. The border cartels with the US do smuggling, but it's not...for brothels. That's the Russian mafia, and we don't mess with them because they are fucking loco. Anyway, in the seventies and eighties, when I was a little girl, the Mexican gangs started to be more like...cartels, like from Columbia in the south. Stop just being drug-mules, for smuggling. But it was...hard to change, yes? To branch out, become more organized, have more control. Mexico is good, as far as inter-cartel warfare goes, but we are not perfect. It's hard, and to get to the top you have to do horrible things. My mother...she couldn't handle it, I don't think. The murders, the worry, the fear. All of that."

Date: 2007-04-04 10:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
Nicholas took this all in, tapping a cigarette in his palm to pack it individually, as tapping the whole pack would likely make them even more crumpled, and make a lot more noise.
"Shit. Well, I'm surprised you manage to live well, despite. Or... managed. Whichever. You still have a real smile, a bit sour around the edges, but that's to be expected." His was more bitter than sour, "It's good that you still can smile, and not have it be hollow all the time, just a mask for the pain, like some."

Date: 2007-04-04 10:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
She wriggles her now free toes against her blue carpet.

"I love life," she says simply. "I know that sounds...odd, but I do. I couldn't imagine not. It'd just be...hollow, otherwise."

Date: 2007-04-04 10:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
"Even when someone loves life, they end up masking the pain under those hollow smiles. Take Vash for example. Never in my entire life, have I met a man who cherished the thoughts of love, peace and life like he does. But he still has lived through and seen more pain in his life than even remotely neccissary." He sighed and shook his head, "He wears that smile and tries to be happy, and yet, it comes out as so hollow. It's painful to see that happen to such a good person. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I ever ended up like that."

Date: 2007-04-04 10:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
She starts on the other boot, slowly unzipping it as she thinks.

"I'm....not a good person," she says at last. "I love fighting. Not so much the killing, that's just something I do, but fighting? God help me, but I love it. But I accept that. The pain of my life is just...it's part of it. It makes the joy sweeter. If I didn't think like that, I'd go crazy. I have gone crazy, once. That's where I got the LQ on my back from."

Date: 2007-04-04 11:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
He stood then, putting his cigarette between his lips, and joined her on the bed. "That's something that I know firsthand. It's not the death at the end, it's the exhileration and adrenaline rush that comes from the fight. That's why I even thought to become a bounty hunter. Tracking them down, fighting with them and winning. It was as important to me as the kids, after a while. I got too proud, I think."

Date: 2007-04-04 11:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
She looks at him then, brown eyes mahogany in the light.

"Yes," she says softly. "It's... you're alive, when you fight. You can...feel it, your blood and your heart. It's, um." She runs a finger through her wealthy of hair. "Addicting, I think."

Date: 2007-04-04 11:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
He nodded, "All the muscles tensing in your body, your whole mind focused on that one thing and that is to live through it. It's a wholly unique experience, something that fighters don't seem to understand at all." His voice was a raspy whisper as he slipped his arm around her waist.

Date: 2007-04-04 11:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Her own voice has been getting huskier, too.

"It's hard describe and really understand unless you've felt it, I think." A little flickering smile. "Even the fear feels good, sometimes."

Date: 2007-04-04 11:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
"It's the fear that drives you after a while, if you know you're in over your head." He smirked, "Then again, I never admitted to myself I was ever in over my head, even with the strongest, most well-trained enemies in my way. I fought a guy that I thought was, you know, real, and he ended up being a machine. Grey the Nine-Lives, he was called. It was really the venue that put fear into me, not the robot, himself." He explained. "I didn't want those people to die just because of one crazy person who thought Vash had to suffer."

And really, that's all that battle was. It was to make Vash suffer. Make him see that he was the cause of everyone around him's pain. What a waste. What a tragedy.

Date: 2007-04-04 11:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Ajedrez lifts a hand and touches his cheek with her long, cellist's fingers.

"Pride goeth before the Fall?"

Date: 2007-04-04 11:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
He smiles and leans into the touch, sneaking ever-that-much-closer to Ajedrez, "Precisely that. Sure, it might be stupid to admit now, but I'm a proud bastard, and I always will be."

He paused, his lips fractions of an inch away from hers, "Lust-driven, too. Perhaps a bit greedy."

Date: 2007-04-04 11:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Her eyes half close and she watches him through her lashes.

"Nadie es perfecto."

Date: 2007-04-04 11:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
And, not knowing spanish, he picked the words out using his Super Special Ability To Know Words By Their Roots skill, and chuckled lightly before pressing a kiss to her lips.

Date: 2007-04-04 11:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Her hands moves to the back of his neck, and this time she deepens the kiss even as she moves closer. Because, it's nice. It's nice having someone like her, and respect her, and be willing to talk and actually say something.

And also because he's a damn fine kisser.

Date: 2007-04-04 11:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] priestoftravel.livejournal.com
He enjoyed her company as much as her kisses, perhaps even moreso, but not by much. She seemed to understand him in a way that not many people really did. That was comforting to him.
His lips part, and slowly reclines her, hand slipping away from her waist to trail up her stomach, because really, how could he resist her in an outfit like that?

Date: 2007-04-04 12:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
That is, perhaps, the point of the short skirt and tight top, and maybe when it (finally!) warms up outside, she'll wear it more often.

For now, though, there are just his hands and his lips and her soft bed, and eventually those clothes end up on the floor.

Not that anyone complains, of course.


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