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Post by telemachus on Jun 7, 2011 12:44:17 GMT -5
---DUSTY ground hard underneath his feet, Telemachus was crouching near the ground and couldn't be happier to be where he was. A petite blonde was hovering somewhere a few feet behind him, wisely keeping her distance from his risky venture. He was aware that it probably wasn't a smart thing to do, more because he must be boring his companion than because he hadn't managed to completely recover from his last poisoning. The latter barely occurred to the man, though he'd been gagging down steroids for days and his doctor had tried desperately to impress upon him just how fragile his immune system was at this point. As much as he respected medical professionals and took anything they gave him a prescription for, he very seldom took their advice where it would involve some sort of sacrifice on his part, and not going to Australia was much too much of a sacrifice as far as he was concerned. He had promised, however, that once abroad he wouldn't take any risks with his health. That was a promise he was incapable of keeping. Imagine, if you can, trying to deny an unruly child their Christmas presents after they had waited the excruciating advent period with patience. Being in a land that possessed all the big players in the field of venomous creatures was too much for Tel to resist, and though he'd held out for some days, here he was in the middle of the night, searching under rocks for his prize. A grin spread across his face. “Bingo,” he said, leaning in closer to inspect the hole in front of him, the erratic pattern of the cobweb promising him the presence of exactly what he wanted – a Sydney funnel-web spider.
---AROUND his forearm was already a makeshift tourniquet crafted from a sarong he'd stolen from Celia, and he was prepared for the bite, hair standing up on the back of his neck with anticipation. He was working hard to discipline himself, his eagerness for the toxin making him impatient and skittish, but his brain wanting to draw the experience out, to craft the event into a pleasant memory even as it was unfolding. Glancing over his shoulder and beaming at Celia, he tilted his head towards the hole. “Now, funnel-webs tend to grab on and bite repeatedly,” he said, checking the tourniquet and settling into a more comfortable position. They were round the back of the motel and he was vaguely aware that there was a window just above his head, and should anyone glance out they'd probably think he was some sort of pervert. Having Celia there made it seem more like an illicit tryst, otherwise he'd have let her go back inside and avoid the whole scene. “So don't be alarmed, I'll get it off. This,” he tapped the tourniquet, “should delay the envenomation by about fifteen, twenty minutes, so there's no big rush, but then I'll need a lift to the hospital.” This was second nature to Tel by now, to the extent that it didn't occur to him that this might be an alarming experience for Celia. She'd known him long enough by now, surely, to expect this. Nevertheless, he shot her a hesitant little smile. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, the cool moonlight illuminating her big blue eyes. She was startlingly beautiful. Tel had never realized just how attractive his friend was until this trip, usually seeing her in a swarm of music and people, often drunk but even more often distracted in someway. He was never really sure why Celia liked him enough to spend any time with him, and maybe, somewhere in his subconscious, he'd trained himself not to get his hopes up for anything more than friendship.
---BECAUSE Celia and Telemachus were not an obvious match. A reckless adrenaline junkie and the doyenne of temper tantrums, he was sure that he was too gauche, too capricious for her cultivated tastes. But by accompanying him to Australia - on what would be her first international trip, no less! - she'd opened his eyes to her as a possibility. The aloofness he'd associated with her was imaginary, and he couldn't trace where he'd gotten that impression from, given that she'd never treated him with anything but warmth. Finally tearing his eyes away from here and back to the hole, he took a deep breath, his excitement fizzling up again, and dived his hand in through the webs and into the cool, damp hollow. Pausing, he flexed his fingers, finally brushing against something... but nothing happened. What usually happened in situations such as this was either a coarse lick before warm jaws, or a seconds hesitation before small pinpricks of pain from fangs caused him to instinctively yank his arm out of there, some insect, snake or small mammal clinging determinedly to his flesh. It didn't take long, perhaps less than three seconds, for him to realize what had happened, and he became visibly deflated. Grabbing hold of the thing he felt, he pulled it out – sure enough, there was a shiny spider in his palm, now dusted with cobwebs. Its legs were curled up into its abdomen, its death stance, and Tel looked at the plum colored corpse glumly. “That's about the worst case scenario,” he said, getting up and dropping the creature back in its tomb. “Unless you count dry bites. Nothing worse than a dry bite, all that expectation, the stinging...” He was undoing the tourniquet, the scars on his arms and hands casting shadows in the moonlight. Like a jilted bride Telemachus made his way back, his head hanging with the disappointment.
---BAD moods were rare for Telemachus, and this one was as fleeting as any other. By the time he'd returned to the room and given his hands a wash, he was his usual perky self. “So, what do you want to do?” he said, clapping those same hands together and looking toward Celia. He had expected himself to regret inviting her along, not because he didn't enjoy her company immensely, but because he was such a social person, usually spending every minute of his travels befriending all sorts of people, and of course flirting incessantly with pretty locals. Alone this was easy, as lone backpackers were expected to mix in with people, but having another person along changed things. He had assumed Celia wouldn't want to spend every waking minute unflaggingly conversing with strangers, but it turned out that this was not to be much of a sticking point at all. With Celia around Tel lost patience for others, his eagerness now not directed into talking to people but in listening to her talk. She wasn't like any other girl he'd ever met. He'd always liked being around her, and whenever they were out in a big group or stumbled across each other at a bar, he'd gravitate towards her without even realizing it. But this was different to that, distinctly different. As much as Tel loved being around people and positively loathed solitude, he could seldom spend much time with the same person. Something about Celia made her so different, so different that he didn't even think of her as a prospective girlfriend (a title that he gave out perhaps a little too freely) but as a girlfriend proper, a girl he wouldn't up and leave the country to avoid. It was an urge so strange and alien to him that he didn't even understand what it was, couldn't verbalize it – that urge to commit to her.
---THE maturity of his feelings terrified him. He was usually candid and confident about all things relating to attracting women, his flirtation style so direct that he tended to do well purely because he was so to-the-point. But he couldn't think of what to say to Celia, couldn't think of how to broach the gap between close friends and relationships. He'd never really had to before, having always subscribed to the philosophy that it was better to keep lovers and friends in distinctly separate categories. So rigorous was he in this compartmentalization of acquaintances that, when he convinced his father to legally adopt ex girlfriend Felice, he immediately called off the relationship when she came to live with them. She had been moved from “girlfriend” to “sibling” and, despite the lack of biological connection and his intense feelings for the girl, he couldn't accept that anyone could simultaneously fulfill two roles. And so Celia was a friend, and thus he couldn't bring himself to make a pass at her. But he wanted to, he wanted to so fiercely that he'd been taking her to the busiest places he could think of, doing his best to limit any time alone they had together and thus his chances to mess things up. As much as he yearned for her, and as much as he convinced himself that it was more of an ideological barrier than a crisis of confidence that prevented him from pursuing his feelings, the truth was that he didn't think he was even remotely good enough for her.
TAG celia serrano.
STATUS finished.
OUTFIT click.
MUSIC the news, crazy times!
NOTES this is not good, my apologies.
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Post by celia serrano on Jun 7, 2011 22:43:06 GMT -5
 ---CELIA Serrano was not a child of spontaneity. In fact, she had lived most of her life pretty much by the book. She was confined to her little world of normal not because of fear, but rather because she never cared to be any thing else and never really had the thought on her own to step outside the box. This was not to say that she was a boring person, because if you were someone that knew Celia, you knew that something was always going wrong or that there would be some form of entertainment for the period of time that you spent in her presence. Like a magnet for drama, it followed the girl everywhere. There was a slight possibility that she went searching for these types of situations, but she'd deny that until she was blue in the face. It wasn't as if she didn't know this was the truth, but she already very open about the majority of her character flaws and she didn't feel the need to disclose anymore. She did want to have some semblance of human contact, and although her temper was a monstrosity that needed to be dealt with, the blonde tried rather hard to keep her hot head reigned in around those who didn't already know and love her. What most people didn't know, was that Celia wasn't as high maintenance as she seemed. Until her mid teens, she had not been used to the money or class that Millie had brought to the Serrano name. She had been painfully average and non picky until she graduated highschool. Celia tested out her more foul of moods on people she didn't care to have their respect, or on people she found most disinteresting. The strange thing about Celia was that her curiosity often got the best of her, and the best way to keep her with her mouth shut and happy would be to spark her interest, which of course, Telemachus did from the very beginning.
---IT was a combination of things. She was impressed by his passion and his happiness and his general outlook, despite the fact that he enjoyed being bitten by spiders. The concept of this would have generally weirded the girl out, but she was vaguely impressed and highly curious. There were many questions that she kept on the inside of her lips, simply to prevent herself from looking thick. Celia generally liked to watch the whole process that he had introduced her to. The thought crossed her mind once or twice that she didn't want to seem unappreciative of this trip or bored or disgusted. The girl was awkward with her body language and people often asked her why she looked so angry, despite the fact that she was often feeling neutral at the time of the question. Her facial expressions were often something she couldn't control, and the blonde was conscious not to constantly furrow her brow or pout too much. The sight was rather funny, with her sarong wrapped around his arm and the gleeful look that was spread across Tel's face. Celia loved Australia. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed learning new things, talking to locals and being free from what the norm was. She didn't mind the backpack or the limited selection of clothes. Celia was far too busy wrapped up in where he might take her next to care about trivial things. Being far away from Millie and her cancer was something Celia needed a lot of. As much as she wanted to be there for her older sister, this was fresh air and space for her thoughts. There was no worry here. Australia was new and exciting and perfect.
---SUSPENSE was something the female had learned to like on this trip. She had come to enjoy his bites as much as he did, only slightly worried and too aware of the scares and bites that littered the skin of his tan arms. She was eagerly awaiting the bite, only slightly alarmed about legitimately having to take him to the hospital. Nothing of a serious nature had happened yet, but the blonde had a feeling Tel hadn't pulled out all the stops. This was the first leg of their trip after all, and there was way more fun to be had. Blonde hair glittered slightly in the moonlight as she positioned herself behind Tel, her blue eyes glued to what he was doing. Spiders themselves freaked her out, and she tended to not look at them. When the bite didn't come, it was disappointing. "Shiiiit .." Her gaze was directed at the little corpse in his hand and she listened to his explanation of dry bites. Of course, that would be the worst for him, as it would be a tease, if you will. Suddenly, the spider was gone and they were making their way back to the motel room. "Why do they just up and die like that? It's home seems like such a stupid place for a spider to die." Her thin body stepped over the threshold of their room, and the blonde sat down upon one of the two beds, vaguely aware of Tel washing his hands. Thin fingers ran through her hair, subconsciously wondering if she looked presentable enough. It wasn't as if his lingering gaze went unnoticed to her, and it was flattering as well as terrifying. Celia never wanted the smile and good nature to be removed from his face - and she certainly didn't want to be the one to cause it. She was more afraid of screwing what ever this was between them up than she was of Tel's spiders. Never the less, the blonde felt strangely aware of herself whenever he was around - her hands often bounced between the extremes of hot and cold as well.
---WHITE, straight teeth bit upon her lip as he came out of the bathroom. She had never noticed the tone in his arms until now, and they seemed to accentuate the dark spider bites. Celia barely heard his question as a thin finger reached out to touch one of the older looking marks, blue eyes darting across his flesh. "Hmm .. ?" light eyes lifted slowly to meet his, and she was suddenly aware of the touch that she had placed upon his arm. Nonchalantly, and trying to keep the majority of her cool, the blonde lifted that same hand and ran it through her hair, fluffing it up at the roots. "Uhhh, well .. I don't know what you had in mind, but I think you should teach me. Y'know, how to be bitten." She was becoming slowly aware that they hadn't spent much alone time together. After a very long day of backpacking and barhopping and talking to strangers, came the nights filled with searching for those eight-legged creatures, by the time that the day was over they had little time to say much of anything to each other, and the exhaustion would set in and sleep would come. This was one of those very few times Celia and Tel were completely alone and awake. It was awkward and tense, but only in the slightest of ways. The majority of her encounters with the opposite sex were not like this. They either hit on her or they didn't. She could give or take most boys either way. None of them sunk under her skin or really sparked any sort of interest. Use once and throw away was her generally policy when it came right down to it. Feelings didn't exist deeply and she didn't possess the urge to gain their respect.
---IF you had asked the blonde two weeks ago to guess where she would have been at this moment, you would not have gotten the correct answer. Although their friendship was a good and close one, she at one time hadn't thought about spending more than the occasional night with him. It was his easy way around her that at first caught her attention. Everyone else in her life was caught up in trying to be someone specific or trying to gain something from her or working way too hard and causing her vast amounts of stress. Tel inflicted no bad feelings upon the girl and that was something she admired. Despite where they were and what they had been doing for the past couple of days, Celia felt safe with him. To her, he was solid and stable even if that is completely ironic because of his favorite habit. A small smirk was placed upon her lips for a moment. "I really want to try it" For a moment she could hear Millie's voice in her head, scolding and mortified. For once in her life though, she didn't want to think about her older sister.
---STATUS finished.
---OUTFIT click
---MUSIC i need a doctor - dr. dre feat eminem & skylar grey
---NOTES nooo, it's wonderful & il them.
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