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Post by Namir Black on Nov 16, 2007 7:54:04 GMT -5
(*sniffle* poor marvin.. he could be your guard parrot & how do you expect you're keeping your job..?) Namir sat down and looked at the non meaty breakfast, her stomach churned. If this had been before she was bitten, it'd be wonderful since she was a vegetarian. However, nowadays she needed the meat for her not to eat people. Ofcourse given their location it made it awfully convenient for her to try. "Mm.. I'm not that hungry actually." She sipped at her coffee and stared at Jarrod's barely clothed figure and smiled. It was wonderful to live like this, but she found it strange at the same time. Nothing was flying out at her, she wasn't running and stabbing people, she was sitting braless in Jarrod's kitchen the morning after and she couldn't help but love him even more right at this second. He was roughly handsome and untidy, and it drove her wild at the sight, both with love and lust. Though to herself she wondered where this was going, her relationship with Jarrod. Neither of them would die a natural death, they would just keep getting older, until something happened to the other. She began to wonder, like vampires were they unable to have kids? She'd heard of dhampyrs on a rare occasion, but never had met one, the child of a human and a vampire. Hybrids could have kids.. couldn't they? Not that she was considering that option right now, that was off in the future for her, Namir was still young and wanted to revel in her independance
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 16, 2007 15:54:08 GMT -5
(I'm not killing him!)
Jarrod was hungry, that was for sure. He forked eggs into his mouth with rapid alacricy, watching the parrot with a wary eye for any tricks. He looked up with concern as Namir said she wasn't hungry. "Are you sure?" he asked, his green eyes searching hers. But she seemed happy enough. As soon as he finished, he went back to the room and put on some pants and one of his white, sunbleached shirts. Coming back out, he pocketed his wallet and a few other necessities. "Shopping time!" he announced. If he had to do this shopping thing, he might as well make the best of it.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 17, 2007 0:31:20 GMT -5
Namir groaned a little, but smiled to let him know she wasn't totally serious. "Sadden up, Jarrod. Shopping isn't a fun activity," she teased him. She didn't mind shopping and his enthusiasm was encouraging her. "I won't make it too bad on you, it'll be as painless as possible. Promise." She flashed a promising smile letting it reach her grey eyes. She walked over and grabbed her boots, and purse from behind the door. Quickly she slipped her boots on and her multi-colored indian-looking purse on her shoulder. Namir stood and ran her fingers through her hair. "Ready to go, love?"
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 17, 2007 21:16:01 GMT -5
"As ready as I'll ever be," Jarrod replied with a sigh, pulling a very depressing face as he led the way out. After a few seconds he reverted back to his original easygoing nature, his green eyes sparkling as he shut the door behind him. There was nothing of value in the house; only a fool would try to rob it. Marvin flew behind them, landing on Jarrod's shoulder and bursting into a raucous song. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! he screeched. Jarrod groaned. It was going to be a long day.
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Arriving at a small grouping of stores a short walk away, Jarrod approached the second one, opening the door for Namir to enter. Leaning down, he murmured, "This is Marco's place. I've known him for years; disregard everything he says. He has tried for a while to get me with a nice girl, so be prepared for a lot of teasing." Jarrod felt it was only fair to warn her. Marco was like the father he always wanted. But sometimes he went a little far with his teasing.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 17, 2007 23:57:29 GMT -5
Namir walked up to the store beside Jarrod, feeling really awkward without a bra on. She never went anywhere without one, it felt so odd, and like everyone could tell. Still she squared her shoulders as she proudly walked behind her love. Today was a good day for shopping, she felt amazing, but felt kind of bad for not insisting that Jarrod stay home in bed while she took care of this. She stepped through the door that Jarrod was holding open for her, delighted at his chivalry, it was a dying custom. Namir nodded at his comment addressing Marco, "I'll keep that in mind." She stepped past him into the store, and waited for him go on in before her.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 18, 2007 19:49:53 GMT -5
Directing her to the back of the store, where the dreaded women's section was, Jarrod hastily made his retreat, sure that she could fend for herself. "Just find me when you're done," he added as he hightailed it out of there. He had never liked that section; too scary, what with the bras and various womenly items contained within. Going to the counter, he lazily knocked on it, causing someone in the back to shout, "Un momento! Patience!" This was Marco. In a few minutes he emerged, squinting to see who came in. "Jarrod! he shouted excitedly, "It has been long since you have haunted these doors! Found a woman yet?" Such was the customary greeting he felt necessary to shout to the world. Marco was a short, plump man, but it was not fatness that made him round. It was happiness, or so Jarrod had surmised, that chose to take up residence in the form of a jolly round belly encircling his waist. He had dark hair and eyes, though his hair was untidy and often looked a bit frazzled. His weathered face was creased with millions of laughing lines crinkling up at the corners when he smiled. Marco came around front, pulling Jarrod into a gruff embrace, patting him heartily on the back. Jarrod always felt like a weakling around the small man, and as he gasped for a breath after the exhuberant greeting, he replied with a grin, "Hola, Marco! Yeah, I found myself the most beautiful woman in the world. You'll like her. Her name is Namir.[/i]" Marving bobbed his head up and down, as if agreeing, then flew to the counter, strutting around like a prince arriving home.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 18, 2007 21:05:44 GMT -5
Namir smiled, she felt the rays of embarrassment as Jarrod shot straight away from her like she had the plauge. "Wow, I think that's the first and only time that he'll run away from me," she said to herself. Continuing over to the bras, so much was involved in those bras, what would she pick. Polka dots could be too fun and girly, black and lacy too sexy or sl*tty? An emerald green one was in their midst with a peacock feather pattern and matching underwear. Namir smiled, it was unusual yet it fit her, and it was her size, she grabbed the garments off the hangers and walked over towards Jarrod and some man at the counter. She held the stuff below the counter line and stood to Jarrod's side, smiling almost bashfully and peeking up at them from beneath her curls. Gently she ran one of her finger tips on Jarrod's elbow to let him know she was there. Namir began to think, how did Jarrod live here when he didn't speak much spanish? She had a feeling his vocabulary consisted of hola, burrito, and taco. Namir would soon find out.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 18, 2007 22:51:43 GMT -5
Jarrod and Marco both turned at Namir's approach, a grin building on Jarrod's face and a look of astonishment growing on Marco's. Even Marvin cocked his head from side to side, observing her. Marco finally whistled low and long. "Jarrod!" he said in Spanish, "You have got yourself a fine one, there you have! You told me you waited for the right one, and here she stands! Lucky boy, Jarrod, lucky boy!" These statements were coupled with much back patting and winking. Bowing slightly to Namir, Marco's eyes twinkled into hers. "You are a true beauty, senorita, and let me know if you are not happy with Jarrod. I am sure I will find you another one, eh?" Here he laughed, hearty and long, shaking her hand vigorously. Long had he awaited someone that Jarrod could be with, and here she stood.
Jarrod accepted the words, blushing redly at his words. He hoped Namir didn't understand Spanish. As for Jarrod, he knew Spanish, though his speech in the language was rudimentary. He understood much, however. "Enough, Marco!" he protested, punching him back lightly in the arm.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 18, 2007 23:07:22 GMT -5
Namir smiled at the plump spanish man. "Mucho gusto, Marco," Namir replied shaking his hand. "I don't think I really want to find another right now." She slipped her hand around the crook of Jarrod's elbow. "He does just fine for me. You'd be proud, he treats me pretty well." Out of all Jarrod had learned about Namir she hoped that she had just surprised him. Namir was trilingual, she was fluent in spanish, english, and italian, it came in handy in times like this. She slipped out her wallet from her purse, and the stuff onto the counter, and waited while Marco rung her up. "You never told me you spoke spanish.." she said to Jarrod, an impressed smile slipping to her lips. "You just earned wedding cake points."
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 19, 2007 11:50:39 GMT -5
Jarrod beamed with pride at Marco's expression when Namir rattled off perfect Spanish right back. He hadn't known she was bilingual, but it shouldn't have surprised him. She really was perfect. Arresting her hand in its movement to pull out her wallet, Jarrod pulled out some money and gave it to Marco. "You would have clothes if it wasn't for me; I'm paying," he commanded playfully. Maybe Jarrod was not the most romantic guy on the block, but he would never let his girlfriend pay for things if he was there. "How can you live here and not speak Spanish?" he replied, tapping her nose with his fingertip, "You never told me you spoke it either; I guess we're even, aren't we? And what are wedding cake points?"
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 19, 2007 16:43:12 GMT -5
Flashing her famous smile, she slipped her wallet back in her purse. So chivalry did continue to exist. "To me it didn't seem like you would, some places in Europe you can live without speaking a word of the native tongue. Take France for instance, most people speak three or four languages and predominantly English is the second." Namir kissed his cheek sweetly. She was excited to have him to herself, she didn't care if he wasn't rich or any of that superficial crap, he gave her all that she needed just by being him. "I don't guess you also speak Italian.. I have a feeling you're not that full of surprises, my love." Namir also didn't have an accent, even being a native italian, she had gotten speech therapy to help her get rid of it after she moved to Buenos Aries.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 20, 2007 15:17:20 GMT -5
Jarrod chuckled at that. "No, no Italian, I'm afraid," he admitted, kissing her forehead, "I just picked up some basic Spanish from Marco over there." The mentioned one smiled, his grin spreading across his face until his twinkling eyes almost dissappeared into his face. "Si, Jarrod learned much from me," Marco affirmed with a nod. Jarrod punched him lightly in the shoulder, then picking up the bag with her stuff in it, he handed it to her. "You can change into these before we go anywhere else, if you want."
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 20, 2007 16:11:21 GMT -5
"That would be wonderful, actually." She replied anxiously. Namir kissed his cheek and hurried off to the bathroom, almost tripping over her baggy jeans. Without thinking, she opened the door too quickly and a woman stood in there changing. "¡Dios mio! ¡Lo siento!" She apologized profusely and backed out of the door letting it close. Whoops. A few seconds later the spanish woman emerged, scowling at her. In yet another apology Namir flashed a smile and went on in, unlike her newest acquaintance she entered the stall and changed. A few minutes later, Namir emerged, feeling so much more comfortable than she had before. Namir sauntered back over to Jarrod and Marco, "Ready to go? We could stay and talk to Marco a while longer if you like, querido." There was so much more for her to learn about Jarrod, even thought she had centuries to do it she could barely wait. It seemed like she was always eager and filled with passion, whether it be hate or love there was always a fight to be won. Namir was filled with happiness to be in his presence. Even though she gagged at other couples like themselves, it was so much different when you were in the hot seat; she wouldn't trade her feelings for him for the world.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 21, 2007 15:39:27 GMT -5
Jarrod and Marco exchanged glances as she walked away. Marvin decided to sum up both of their feeling with a whistle. Picking up the offending parrot, Jarrod gave him a peanut to shut him up. Yes, he had a feeling that Marco more than approved of Namir. It helped that she spoke Spanish, of course. Both men chatted a bit before Namir came back out. Slipping his arm around her, Jarrod grinned down at his beautiful Namir. "No, we can go," he murmured. Marco winked at him, chuckling to himself. Marvin, flying on Marco's shoulder, cackled along in his version of a laugh. "Listen, Marco, I was wondering," Jarrod began, seeing two of his best friends together, "I might be leaving soon; could you keep Marvin for me?" Here Jarrod swallowed a bit, his eyes pleading for Marco to not make this any harder, just accept. Werewolf fights were no place for a parrot, that he knew. Marco slowly nodded, stroking the sapphire feathers of the bird. "Si, I will," he said simply. He knew it was something big for Jarrod to give up Marvin; the two were inseperable, despite what Jarrod might say about the bird being a pest and a harrassment. Slowly Jarrod turned and walked out, knowing that he wouldn't be able to contine if he looked behind.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 21, 2007 15:52:18 GMT -5
Namir turned her head quickly to look at Jarrod, was he really going to give up Marvin? She could see the worry and hurt pressing itself into his beautiful face, all she could do is squeeze his hand harder to support him. Jarrod loved Marvin, and she knew how hard it was for him to leave him, even if he was just a parrot. When Marco accepted she smiled at him and gave him a nod of approval. With great responsibility comes great sacrifice, and Jarrod from the second he was bitten had experienced a lot of it. If only things didn't have to be like that.
Jarrod was a few steps ahead of her as he turned to head out the door. "Hasta luego, Marco y Marvin." Namir did a two finger salute to him, stroked Marvin's blue chest affectionately, and followed Jarrod out. She thought it was best not to bring it up right now, so quietly she appeared behind him and put a hand on his back. Namir peeked around his shoulder to look into those green eyes, "You okay, love?" That was all she would mention about it now, she didn't know how Jarrod would react if she said much more.
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