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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Apr 19, 2013 4:22:13 GMT
The walk was tough, but easier for the support Aaisha gave him. By the time they reached her apartment, he was freaking exhausted. Still, he was not about to wait around before he took that shower. He could practically feel the creep on him.
He kicked off his shoes sluggishly, leaving them next to the door, then dropping his jacket on top of them. "Yeah," he agreed. Gotta get all that..." He had tried to make the statement light and nonchalant, but choked on the word at the last minute. "...all that rape-y grossness off me." Milo looked up at Aaisha. "Lead the way."
notes: too lazy for coding -__-
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Post by aaisha akanke alden on Apr 21, 2013 3:57:09 GMT
Rape-y grossness. Aaisha knew... of course she did. But still. To hear him say that word. It was different. There had been a few times that Aaisha could have called rape, but what was the point? Her, well their, job was just kind of like that. She nodded to him and walked him to the bathroom, still holding onto his waist. She opened the door to reveal her rather... girly bathroom. He wouldn't care, right? The walls were pink, there were products everywhere. Over five different girly shampoo's, conditioners, lotions. There was makeup scattered all over and hair products thrown places. It was a mess, yet it looked clean. Aaisha was just that amazing. "Do you uhm... need help? Or are you okay showering by yourself?"
[/size][/color] Outfit: [/b] --------------------- Clicky!Notes[/b] --------------------- ---[/i] Tagged[/b] --------------------- Miloooo~[/i] Song[/b] --------------------- Extraordinary – Liz Phair[/i][/center]
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Apr 29, 2013 1:51:51 GMT
Milo shrugged off her helping hand not ungratefully, but obviously a little embarrassed at seeming so helpless. "No, I can do it," he assured her. "It's not that bad, really. You got something I can patch the leg up with when I'm done, though?" He limped the few steps over to the edge of the tub and sat down to shuck his jacket and yank off his shoes. After a night like this - hell, after a life like his - Milo wasn't exactly modest.
He yanked his shirt over his head and left it in a heap with his shoes and jacket, baring a frame with not enough meat on it and too many scars. There was a noticeable cluster of cigarette burns over his heart, lines on his back from sharp belt edges, and a stab wound scar on his side. Just above his left hipbone was a gang insignia done in crude street ink. It told of a life where his body had never been his own.
Poking at the bloodied hole in his jeans, Milo scowled. "Sonuva bitch, these were my favorite jeans, too," he muttered.
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Post by aaisha akanke alden on Apr 29, 2013 18:45:12 GMT
Aaisha didn't think Milo would want her help, but she felt like it was something she needed to ask him. She... wanted to make sure he was okay. She gave him a small smile and nodded at the question of there being something he could use to wrap it up in. She had a whole cabinet with medical supplies in case she ever decided she didn't want to kill whoever she was originally going to kill. She was just crazy like that. "Sure thing, sweet pea."
[/b] She told him and grabbed pre wrap, gauze, and tape from her cabinet, setting it down where he could get it later. "And jeans aren't important. If you want, we can go shopping and I'll show you how I get things without whoring or paying for them. It's fun."[/b] [/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: [/b] --------------------- Clicky!Notes[/b] --------------------- ---[/i] Tagged[/b] --------------------- Miloooo~[/i] Song[/b] --------------------- Extraordinary – Liz Phair[/i][/center]
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on May 1, 2013 4:11:16 GMT
Looking up at Aaisha, grateful for how cool she was being about all of this, Milo gave her a lopsided smile, almost happy. "Yeah, that sounds cool," he agreed.
Carefully, he managed to shuck his jeans, baring a gory stab wound and more than a bit of blood on the back of his boxers. Milo made a soft sound of disgust, peeling those away from his skin as well. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on hot. He wanted the feel of that guy off.
"Guess this probably doesn't happen to you anymore, huh? You're all...strong and shit." He rubbed the dried blood away from the wound.
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Aaisha! Notes: She is cuteLyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex PistolsCredit: Chloe!
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Post by aaisha akanke alden on May 4, 2013 20:16:23 GMT
Aaisha was glad Milo was actually being pretty cool about this. She was helping him, and he wasn't pushing her away because he didn't want to accept the help. That was a step up for him, she thought. Aaisha didn't mind his nakedness, obviously that wasn't that important to her. She sat down on the closed lid of the toilet seat and looked at him. "I'm not that strong. But no. I don't do it much anymore. I use my other abilities more, or I get people to get stuff for me. I like that better."[/b] She told him. She had actually whored the other night... but that was the first in like.. a month, she thought.
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on May 18, 2013 4:33:59 GMT
He leaned against the wall of the shower while he shampooed his hair. God, she had all that girly stuff - of course she did. He was going to smell like a botanical garden. Anyway, it was easier leaning than staying on his aching legs.
Other skills...maybe that was something Milo should work on. Though his baby face would last forever now, he wasn't exactly sure he could stand the thought of dealing with this for eternity.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked, looking over at Aaisha curiously. "How did it start for you? I mean, what was the first time like? The first time you sold it."
For some reason, Milo found it immensely comforting that someone as strong and positive and beautiful as Aaisha had found herself in the same shitty line of work as he had. He'd always had this dark sort of idea that only trash ended up where he was, that it was just for the stupid, the unlovable. The people the world threw away. But Aaisha was great, she had friends, and he didn't see how anyone could not like her. So maybe selling his ass didn't mean he couldn't ever be something better than a whore.
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Aaisha! Notes: She is cuteLyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex PistolsCredit: Chloe!
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Post by aaisha akanke alden on May 21, 2013 0:45:25 GMT
What was her first time like? She couldn't remember that far back, almost. But it was a pretty important moment. "It was just my dad and I. And... we were tight on money. My mom was... out of the picture. But we managed for awhile." Aaisha thought about what to say next. "I guess I started when I realized my dad couldn't manage. I was... really young by then. But I did what I had to. I felt dirty and horrible and worthless. But I did what I needed to." Aaisha told him and gave him a quick smile. She wasn't sore about her past like she probably should be.
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on May 21, 2013 2:11:27 GMT
Milo rinsed the shampoo out of his hair slowly, closing his eyes while the soapy water ran down his face. He wiped the suds from his mouth. "Yeah, totally. You did what you had to. No one's fault but maybe your dad since he couldn't take care of his own damn kid." It didn't occur to him that his words might upset her. To him, the word 'father' was nothing more than a word that left a sick twisting in his stomach.
"I didn't start really doin' it 'til I was, like, thirteen and a half. But I went to juvie when I was ten, and I'd blow guys for cigarettes or let them fuck me for protection and stuff. Y'know, just a little you-scratch-my-back." Milo shut off the water and reached for the towel Aaisha had provided for him, rubbing the water from his hair and face first of all.
He stepped out of the spray and nodded at the clothes she'd brought in. "Hey, you got any pads I can stick in the boxers? I don't wanna bleed on your shit." He sat gingerly on the edge of the tub, the towel draped over his lap, leaving the stab wound bared so they could bandage it.
Continuing his story, Milo poked at the bloodied hole in his leg. "I dunno, I guess by that point, I was so used to people takin' it for nothing, I figured I might as well get something out of it, y'know?"
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Aaisha! Notes: She is cuteLyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex PistolsCredit: Chloe!
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Post by aaisha akanke alden on May 21, 2013 3:21:14 GMT
Maybe it should have made her mad the way Milo had said that, but it didn't. She knew that her father should have been able to care for her, yet she couldn't help but blame her mom a bit as well. "My dad was heartbroken for a long time. My mother was a siren. So she was kind of like me. She didn't stick around one place for very long." Aaisha said as she listened to his story as well. He was so young... He's still young. To be doing that in this day and age at such a young age would be horrible.
"I used my siren voice when I was about 11 to get food and to get extentions on certain bills and such. I was probably 13 or 14 when I first sold myself. But you were so young... you still are." Aaisha told him in a small voice. Not being able to think about what he had had to go through. She went over to a cupboard where she kept a few odd feminine products and grabbed a few pads for him. "These work?" She asked and handed them to him. "Not that I care if you bleed on it. They aren't mine."
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