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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 18:01:08 GMT -5
"Um..."
Where did I want her number?
"One sec, I'll get a pad."
I walked into my kitchen, grabbed a notebook. "I'm sure you noticed at the meeting a couple days ago that there weren't any Coordinators." I paused. "Actually, there were. There were three Coordinators, and they didn't give a goddamn shit what happens to this place!" It got my blood boiling; they elected me because they wanted change, but they weren't going to lift a goddamn finger to help me out, were they?
"Well, now that Shiki's here, I've got at least one trustworthy Contact; and most of the Watchers do their jobs pretty well. What I need are Coordinators, people to help organize hunts, missions, and meetings - all of that stuff." I grabbed a notepad from the kitchen, and came back into the living room.
"Think you're up to it?" I asked, thrusting the pad in her direction.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 18:07:38 GMT -5
Am I up to it?
Those words ring in my head a moment before I just nod and gently take the pad from him, "Not much different from what I was doing before I came here." I write down my contact information:
Name: Namine LeBeau
Cell: 234-8891
Home: 226-7272
Address: 3459 Main Street
Most likely can get me on cell if I don't answer the first time call: 883-6459 (Its my room mate's phone, but we're usually together)
And then I hand the pad back, "Did I miss anything? Need an e-mail?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 18:14:23 GMT -5
I shook my head. "Only if you want to give it to me."
I checked the address. "Wow; nice place."
No wonder she was Miss Priss; she was seriously loaded if she could afford a house in that neighborhood. And here I was, in my grungy old apartment. Part of me wanted to straighten up a little, out of apology - I knew this place didn't look like the home of the Head of a secret organization - but really, why bother? They wanted me, they got me, mismatched furniture, dust, one-bedroom and all. I wasn't going to change who I was just to fit somebody's image.
That's just not who Neku Sakuraba is.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 18:19:07 GMT -5
"Hmm... Nope... Not like we'll be IMing each other," I smile and recap my sharpie. "Too bad you wanted me to write on paper, this shade wouldn't look half bad on you." Pocketing it I pull out my phone.
"So... Do I get your number now?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 18:26:13 GMT -5
I nodded, flipping out a cell phone. It wasn't anything special, just a purple flip-out phone. It was all the rage a couple years ago, but it's gone out of style. I don't give a hoot, though - like I said, if they wanted someone who was just gonna bow down and follow the crowd, they put the wrong guy in the captain's chair.
"Here;" I said, sending her a text. "Just add me to your contacts; I've already added you."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 18:28:30 GMT -5
A few clicks later I hold up my phone, "Say cheese!" And snap a quick picture of Neku and then save him into my contacts. "Don't worry... You're added in as 'Priss Prince'. No one will ever know who you are except me~."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 19:49:44 GMT -5
I twitched. Really? Isn't this the girl who was calling me 'sir' just a moment ago?
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.
Looks like my newest Coordinator will be quite a handful.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 26, 2011 5:12:41 GMT -5
I smile and walk to the door, about to leave, "Oh and Neku?" I slowly turn as I feel my face heat up, but this time not out of anger. "Thanks for the other night... When you helped me up to Noctis'... It was really sweet of you and um..."
Before I can change my mind I return to standing in front of him and peck his cheek, "Good bye..."
And with my head down and me flushing like no tomorrow I leave first his apartment, then the complex. I don't even stop when I get to me and Angel's meet up point. And I know I'll be pestered for sure now... But all I wanna do is get a coffee and go home... Or maybe do some more art viewing back here... Whatever, I just had to put distance between me and him before I do something else stupid.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 27, 2011 20:03:55 GMT -5
I blinked, confused, as she kissed me (um, WHAT THE HELL!?) and then practically bolted out the door, leaving me unable even to say "You're welcome" before she was gone. Just like that.
I was... honestly?
Stunned.
"Um," I said to no one in particular, "what the hell was that?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 5:38:19 GMT -5
One hour and seventeen minutes later I pull out my cell phone, then flips through my contacts. I have very few: Angel, my cousin, my mom, my dad, my house phone back home, my home phone here, and Neku's. I frown to myself as I finish my second coffee this since I ran off, I'm sitting in the back alley ways still, long ago ditching Angel and now I just kind of stare a crossed at the shadowed pictures painted on a wall. A little while ago there used to be a blanket that was laid around here guarded by rats. I guess whomever they were moved on.
But all of that is besides the point. I need to call and apologize. I need to tell him to write it off as though I haven't taken my med.s today (NOT that I HAVE any). And I do hit his contact and then hit call number, it takes me another twenty minutes. The chill around me is beginning to seep into my bones, but I can't go home until I do this. So the phone rings and I hope he doesn't answer, but instead lets it go to voice mail. I'm not in a good state to talk with him, hell, I'm shivering and chattering a little. But then again, that may have to do with the fact I just drank an ICE COLD coffee.
But none the less... I need to tell him...
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 15:56:47 GMT -5
I was actually out and about at that point, putting a couple of finishing touches on a mural. My usual sleeveless attire'd been modified with a hoodie; it got cold, here in fall in Urbadelphia.
Deep-deep.
Huh? I flipped the cell phone open. It was Namine.
"Hey there, Neku speaking. What's up, Namine?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 16:03:33 GMT -5
"H-hey Neku," I say with a shiver and then a deep breath. "Look... About earlier. I was rude, mean, and seriously out of it... Can we write some of it off, please?" I hope he understands what I'm getting at.
"Also... I promise to get right onto my job as soon as I'm talking with you, alright?"
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 16:37:24 GMT -5
My eyebrows drew together.
"Namine, you alright?" It was the first thing I thought of. I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, rather the tone. It was freezing out, and her voice shivered.
I wasn't gonna let my newest Coordinator kill herself in the cold.
Maybe it was nothing - but I had a bad feeling about this.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 28, 2011 16:58:19 GMT -5
"I'm... I'm fine," I smile into the speaker. "Its just cold out here... Maybe I should of headed home rather than deciding to stare at some rather pretty art... Its really great." Though under my partial sleeve tee and my skin tight jeans, I can feel the goosebumps. Whenever this phone call is over I'm running straight home, we have heat after all. And what's with the weirdness in my voice? I'm babbling, oh god! I'm babbling.
"Did you know I'm an artist? And that I really like the color of your hair? its so unnatural that its natural, know what I mean? Its orange after all, a color the usually is paired with warmth/" I laugh a little and then sigh. "Alright, sorry, back on topic..." I pull my legs up and shiver some more.
"Damn it's actually cold out here," I shake my head in attempt to reconnect my thoughts to my words. "So, can you forgive me?" That is what I asked right, whatever, it works.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 28, 2011 17:26:35 GMT -5
Not good. I'd heard that babble before. I admit, I wasn't really paying attention to the words. That babble... I had to find her, before the cold got to her, and my newest Coordinator was a popsicle.
Outside... looking at art... was she still in the Labyrinth?
"I'm cool with it. Where are you, Namine?"
I hope she'd take that as forgiveness and tell me where she was. I could get her home.
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