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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2007 16:33:12 GMT -5
Closed for Seyka [Ryou] for our super thread. I know not everything needs perfect, and maybe I should just accept it for once, or maybe I have and I just haven't seen it yet. Everything just needs to move on and get through my head, I need to try and catch up with myself. Not everything is horrible, not everything is great either, it's the flaws that makes us... Us. [/i] Not everything was always hostile, people were caught at bad times sometimes, and under different circumstances a person would change as well. It could be used as a fifth grade science project, ‘Attitudes of one person put under different levels of stress or discomfort.’ It could win a gold prize for the expertise and hidden cameras, sadly enough, none of these people were in fifth grade, and the majority probably never even had the chance to make a science project. It was just a pity kind of thing. The only thing was that she always felt most comfortable in this place, where she could find a man to challenge her in the ways of fighting the old fashion way, to a place where she could out smart any man. It was fun. The only problem was the sexism. Every man had the terms of sexism, it was only typical. Over the last week in Port Royal, Kammi had gotten in more fights over sexism then she had ever intended. Just because she had won every fight didn’t mean she left unscathed. A long streak from the very blade of a rapier, she had a few bruises, but nothing that would kill her. Make shift stitches were in her the long streak on her cheek, some she had put in herself, but having no experience in the doctoring department, they seemed to be leaving an infection. The thread was some she had gotten from the man’s wife, whose house she was currently boarding in, and because of that she had no idea where it had been. She didn’t know what to do now, how to fix an infection, she was worried she would begin to have health issues. With throat to throat combat, health issues seemed like nothing, it was just dieing in general. Somehow Kammi had lost a little bit of her cockiness, the one thing that seemed to always be her weakness, in that now she was able to concentrate more on actual fighting. It was probably the reason why she had gotten so many wins, or maybe she was picking all the weakest links of the men. Either way, she was satisfied, with her rapier in hand, heading in the direction of the docks. She moved her hands around, standing in a firm stance, somehow she wasn’t in the mood to kill, and she was trying not to hurt anyone, well not enough to kill them, now if they died from infection, it was not her fault, it was their. Kammi moved her rapier up against the enemies, or the one she was bullying. The pier was their stage, and she pushed him back one more time, where he ended up tripping over the edge of the pier, falling into the still ice water. His rapier slowly sank behind him, and if the man was a sailor, it was typical that he wasn’t able to swim. Kammi stood on the edge of the pier, looking down at him for a moment, and then laying flat on her stomach, and reaching her hand out to his waving arms, and screaming voice for help. She gripped his hand after a moment, and even though she wasn’t strong enough to completely pull him out of the water, she was able to manage to get his hand to touch the edge of the pier, and from there he would be strong enough to pull himself on in. He coughed and coughed until water dripped from his chin. The man looked up at Kammi’s face, finally able to see the real idiot below the hat, “Don’t get any stupid ideas.” She said, turning away and walking up the pier, sliding her rapier into its sheath. She didn’t care what his response was; she turned the corner and shook her head. Once she was away from the piers she could see the life of the port beyond just the sailors, but the people affected by the sailors. Kammi’s hat tucked over the majority of her face. Port Royal was a comfort haven to Kammi for some reason, she didn’t really fit in, but maybe it was the defiance that was needed in order to fit in here that she liked, you always needed the will to stay strong. Somehow Kammi was coming to like the disguise that her short hair brought on, in that no one could see her hair below the large hat. From first glance someone might mistake her for a young boy, but of course, at another glance it was obvious she was not. Kammi had been on a none stop frenzy of thinking, about everything around her, but more importantly, a person. One person, someone that had helped her so much. She liked him as so much more then just any person she met, and definitely better then every person she met here. Kammi couldn’t stop thinking about the one named Ryou, that was set out on a definite journey of his own, one Kammi almost felt like she wanted to join, but not completely, she didn’t want to get to mixed in with matters that weren’t meant for her. But even still, she liked this guy, and somehow he liked her, once she had stopped threatening to kill him. It always worked out that way in stories, now she was in one. Kammi walked with high hopes of seeing him, she always did, and somehow she felt that if she stayed in one place she would see him again, he had been exploring the worlds to find his sister, so therefore he could come across Kammi in the process. It was her hope, she only hoped her hadn’t been there already. Even if her infection on her cheek killed her, she would wait. As she turned a corner wet hands pressed against her back, but with something more. A more modern invention for this time, a gun. The man from before, back again. He threw off her hat, and she closed her eyes. Damn the man that threatened her. He put his arm around her neck, and she smelled the typical sailor smells of salt water and rum. Life never seemed so threatening, and neither so adventorous.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2007 21:14:17 GMT -5
Every bad situation gets to a climax at some point. Kammi had her hand on the hilt of her rapier, just waiting for the man to say some snot nosed response that would make her wish he was dead with no second thoughts. She could sense it coming on, the way sailors always did, the suspense of the coming words, like they were going to say something brilliant, that only a scholar would know, not that they cared about being the smart one in a situation. Somehow the words that escaped sailor’s mouths were never grateful or romantic in anyway, Kammi didn’t expect anything special or surprising from this man, and she never got to hear his words, or at least not any directed to her, for the two seemed to quickly be interrupted by the entrance of a third part bystander. And not just any bystander, the only one she wanted to be there.
Ryou was there to stand up for Kammi, and even if it wasn’t Kammi being attacked, she kind of expected that Ryou would be there to help in someway. But, this time it was in order to help save her life it would seem. Kammi could feel the barrel of the gun force up against her back for a moment, before Ryou spoke once more, aggravating the man and he released her neck. He looked at the person that dared stop him from making a scene and a fight. Kammi bent down and picked her hat up, and then pulled her pistol out from beside her rapier. She wanted to shoot now, but she wouldn’t.
The two looked as if they were about to start on their own terms of a one-on-one fight. Kammi surely knew that she wasn’t one to stop it; she looked around the man and to Ryou to see his expression, and simply just him. Was this just her luck? The man lifted his gun and with a burst of the barrel, the bullet was sent flying, right into Ryou. Kammi wanted to run out, but something stood in its way. A scythe, a wonderfully different weapon, one that was difficult to wield, Kammi hadn’t seen one in so long, and to think Ryou wielded one was amazing.
As Kammi stood in aw for a moment, she felt herself quickly tugged away from the scene by Ryou. He gripped her hand and pulled away from the man, and dashed through the crowd of people, Kammi trailing directly behind him though.
It felt good to hear his voice for some reason, when was the last time she had felt this attached? But, before she could say anything more she turned back to see if the man was after them, he probably had just given up, surely he wouldn’t want to be beaten by a girl twice, and in the same hour.
“Hey there beautiful. I must be very blessed to have been able to run into you in such a time. I’m glad to see you again,”
Kammi was almost surprised to hear Ryou for a moment, well at least speaking to her. She listened for a moment, processed it, and then rushed forward, so she wasn’t being dragged by Ryou, but running along side him. She turned to him with a small smile as they ran, looking back once more to see no one on the pursuit, and the man far behind them, although people did seem to be staring at them as they ran. Kammi gripped her hat to her hair for a moment. Looking to the side she pulled him around a corner and slowed down. She had pulled them into an alley, she looked back out for a moment, not letting go of his hand, seeing everything ok she came back in.
It didn’t take long for Kammi to come to Ryou and put her face on his, giving him a kiss, but for only a moment. She pushed back, and let go of his hand, “Sorry, sorry, pushy, I know.” She smiled and gave a small laugh, tucking her pistol back into her belt, and taking her hat off. Kammi watched a few people pass by the alley, and she could only smile. Kammi scratched her stitched cheek for a second, it stung, so it itched, but then it stung more, it was a never ending cycle. She looked back at Ryou and smiled still, standing a few feet from him, almost at the other side of the skinny alley. She took a deep breath, still catching up from the short dash of a run, they should try out for track.
This was an amazing moment actually, some much had just happened, and she felt like she was still trying to catch up with the moment. Kammi placed her hands on her hips and ran one hand through her hair, holding her hat in the other. She could help but laugh and take a deep breath once more.
"Wow..." Nothing more to say actually.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2007 19:23:36 GMT -5
Kammi looked out at a few people as they passed by, but not one of them was the man that she feared to pass, or not exactly feared, but would hate to see now, not now. The crowds of people passed by, no one seeming to notice them, or at least not letting them notice that they noticed. She turned to the side to look out once more, seeing no one catching her eye. Ryou seemed to be asking about her cheek now, and Kammi realized she hadn't stopped scratching it, immediatly she stopped and turned to Ryou with a smile.
"It's nothing really bad, a scratch..." Kammi tucked her arms into a cross, "...from a fight." Kammi shrugged, trying to make it out like nothing at all. "I stitched it, with some thread a woman gave me. It's not bad." She smiled to him, trying to make sure he was to worried about her, well he could worry, just not enough that he felt that he needed to help her.
Kammi had already endured enough pain trying to stitch herself up, she didn't want to be crushed with the prospect that she had done it all wrong, and worse got an infection, it seemed wrong for Ryou to say it was all wrong, "It's fine." She said to him, before squeezing his hand as tight as she could manage, but for only a second. Kammi smiled, somehow she expected Ryou to be the one who told her he wanted to redo those stitches, or something along those lines at least, she knew he would do something to stop infection.
Places like these always seemed like dream crushers, at least to Kammi they did, she always had an injury or something when she came, it was a place without limits on anything, such as fighting and drinking. Kammi was just glad that Ryou wasn't crushed in the harsh attempts Port Royal had on people. Kammi could only smile at him and hope that he wasn't over worried or anything, she sure didn't want to make him upset in her sad attempts to beat up some unsafistacated imbeciles of sailors. Seriously, did the Navy really take them in to work on their ships? It was a wonder they were able to do anything.
Kammi looked at the scythe for a moment, wanting to say something about it, seeing as how cool it was, but she knew full well that Ryou had something to say on his behath, well really Kammi's, saying her needed to fix her up or something. Kammi could deal with it, but it may be good to get the fear of dieing off her mind, or losing half her face or something. The possibilities went on and on, at least in her mind. It wasn’t comforting.
Somehow that didn’t bug Kammi as it usually would, probably because last time she had an injury it was all up to Ryou to fix it up as well. So it was pretty obvious that she could trust him, there wasn’t a doubt, it was just the feeling of being lowered, it always seemed like the big put down for Kammi.
The streets of Port Royal were crowded with the days daily events of things like sailors coming into port, grocery shopping, and children wondering for fun. It all seemed exciting, a moving world, it was exactly what Kammi liked, but it didn’t mean she took breaks just like everyone else, she was taking one when she met Ryou actually, but that one was a little more needed then most thought. Kammi had always accused herself of going crazy, and she kind of was, it all depended on her moment, where you caught her and whether she was doing something important, annoying or unwanted. It varied from time to time.
Kammi put her hat back on her head and let her hand slid to her side, she held Ryou’s hand with a smile, “No worries.” Kammi pulled him out of the alley, it kind of seemed disturbing, not exactly a place she wanted someone she liked to remember her in. A few kids rushed in front of them as they exited, and Kammi scowled as she jumped backwards one step. Now Kammi had to just wait for Ryou’s retort.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2007 22:04:30 GMT -5
Something that Kammi could always be described as, not only by adults, but by her peers as well, was stubborn, ignorant, and hard headed. It was probably true; considering she never let things just drop, she always carried them with a passion that may have burned a little too strong. Not getting what she wanted came often, but it was also something she tried to prevent. Kammi was one who was always willing to fight; she was never a prissy girly girl or anything along those lines. She worked hard, and being told that she did something wrong was always the last thing she wanted to hear. No doubt about it, she didn’t like the words that came out of Ryou’s mouth, not the fact that he wanted to help, but the fact that she needed to help.
Kammi could only think about holding his hand, the warm grasp around every knuckle, every bending finger, making her warm hands only sweat into his palms, it made her self conscious, something she usually wasn’t. The sounds of the streets echoed through her ears, going through one and out the other, the only sound making contact with her brain, and making contact with her conscious, was that that related to the only person she felt like paying attention to. It was one of those moments where she felt oblivious to everything that surrounded except for one pinpoint object or person. Sounds seemed murmured or mumbled in the ruckus, only allowing that soul sound to escape it’s grasp.
Her hat covered about half of her gaze, giving a perspective of only the lower half of people, focusing on their feet, just enough to steer through the crowd, and away from crashing into the nearest crowd member. She turned to look at Ryou, lifting the tip of her large sailor hat back a little, to expose his face to her deep blue eyed gaze, staying silent for a moment, before realizing that she was required to hand over a response to his questioning. He always said things in a gentlemanly way, in that they were always said with respect to the person before him. Kammi was raised that way, for the most part, but surely people could see it hadn’t sunken in. She surely wasn’t the most respectful person, and didn’t give much regard to standards, always being contradictory in her own personal gesture way.
The soft tap of a shoulder to shoulder contact moved Kammi a little to the side, pushing her closer to Ryou. She looked back to watch as the person walked past, not even looking back, it wasn’t something she expected an apology for, but something that made her aware of her surroundings once more.
“I’m staying at a boarding house about a block off from here, if you truly insist on fixing my own medical aid, I will allow you,” Kammi said quietly, not even with a hint of a smile, although there wasn’t a hint of a frown either, content was the only expression. “I would truly appreciate not dieing, and hopefully with your medical care I can avoid for a while longer.” She couldn’t help but add a small smile. “Hey, there is a reason to keep you around,” She said in a sarcastic tone, followed by a soft snicker.
Of course, Kammi was only kidding in her efforts to keep things pretty light hearted, although light hearted wasn’t exactly the category that Kammi fit under. Surely she would be holding a grudge against the woman who gave her the thread for the stitching, and now she regretted trusting her, but even more she was scared to have Ryou work on the stitching, it would be pain to pull the thread out from her skin. It made a shiver run down her spine, she was thankful she wasn’t ever going to be a doctor. The idea of having to dig into living tissue scared her. Kammi had endured so much pain before, but somehow medical care was always the most frightening kind to her. Maybe it was the prospect of someone helping her, an old Kammi habit from a different kind of day, when she didn’t trust anyone to help her. Somehow it was odd to be close enough to people to allow them to help her in such a way, but it also made her feel stronger, like she always had a backup plan. Ryou was defiantly her first plan though.
“Oh, there it is.” She said, pointing with her free hand to a three story center townhouse building, out front it said, ‘Woman’s Temporary Boarding House.’ “It’s not exactly the best place, but it’s cheap, and I’m running low on munny currently, I may have to take up a job soon.” Kammi said, pulling Ryou to the front door, and then inside, where she got a glare from a woman in a nice dress who was having tea in the front lounge. She was actually quiet surprised to have been allowed to stay here, maybe it was because she had actually worn a dress the first day. Kammi rushed up the stairs before they could take much more then a first glance at her in her foolish outfit.
Kammi pulled Ryou into the last room, where she turned and locked the door behind her. She let go of his hand for a moment and looked in the mirror over a small wooden dresser. She frowned as she looked at her torn sleeve, and realized it best she changed. “I’m sorry, give me a moment, I’m afraid one of the woman here will murder me if I don’t change into something a little more respectable.” She said, opening up a small suitcase that had been stuffed under the small olden bed. Kammi dug through until she placed her hand on a black dress, the color that women here wore for mourning, but a color Kammi wore a little too often. The hem, color, and cuffs of the ruffled sleeves were white though. Kammi lay the dress down on the bed, rummaging through the suitcase a little more until she came across a dark green one. She smiled at it, never having woren it before, she thought it a wonderful idea.
Kammi looked at Ryou for a second, “Ok, now turn around for a moment.” She said, spinning her finger to symbolize him turning around. Kammi turned to face the small back window that led into a small courtyard between the two separate rows of townhouses. She put her hat on top of Ryou’s head with a smile, and then lifted off her shirt, stuffing her head into the dress as quickly as she could, and then pulled her pants off from below. With now short sleeves you could see the slim cut running down her forearm, but not that bad. The forest green dress held her stomach tight, or what was left of her stomach, and it reached to the floor. She sat down on the bed and pulled off her heeled boots that went fine with the dress, but not what she wanted to wear, now that her feet ached horribly. The dress was simple, one for a lower class, it was classic though, and Kammi had grown to love it.
Kammi tapped Ryou on the shoulder, “Am I to your standards good sir?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2007 10:01:20 GMT -5
With this green dress stretched out over Kammi’s slim figure, it seemed that the women in this house might be a little more grateful to her now that she was wearing a dress, now the only issue was Ryou. The one thing Kammi had worried about was if the mistress of the house were home, and Kammi was thanking her lucky stars that she hadn’t been caught bringing a man into the house, but it was sure enough that she would get home and hear from some gossiping mouth what she had done. For sure she had the possibility of being kicked out today; it would be Kammi’s fault though, stupid boarding houses and their rules, Kammi never could stand women for that long.
Kammi was about to gasp at Ryou’s retort of her question, blushing slightly and wishing she hadn’t changed, when he finished with an almost cliché answer, but it always seemed to hit girls right in the soft spot. Kammi let out a long breath she didn’t know she was holding, and gave a stubborn look at him, pushing his shoulder to throw him a little off balance, and then like any mother would, she pointed her finger at him, as if she was about to tell him his punishment, but her finger dropped, after wagging a little. Kammi turned around on the heel of her foot, before rushing back to push his shoulder once more, “You should be so happy you didn’t stop that sentence earlier, or that cheek of yours would have had a nice five star imprinted on it for sometime to come.”
Slowly it was getting closer and closer to the moment where Ryou would get ready for fixing her on up, but Kammi wasn’t sure he should use the tools she had, they had screwed her up once, and she didn’t need Ryou to go on and rant about how stupid of an idea it was for her to use such decrepit items, some old thread, and old sewing needle, some scissors she had found in a dresser, surely not a substantial doctor’s medical equipment.
In the corner of the room was a small corner table, and a washing bowl on top of it, in order to clean her face or anything else really. “I’m going to get some water to fill this up; I’ll only be a second.” But that wasn’t what Kammi was worried about, it was the glares. She could only ignore them for sometime, “Of course if I don’t die first.” Kammi said as she unlocked the door and let it shut by itself behind her. In order to get water for the rooms all woman had to go downstairs, at least if they wanted warm water. A couple pitchers of cold water were placed in one of the back rooms, but Kammi wasn’t willing to have freezing water. She walked down the stairs, and quickly pushed herself through the front room, which was still enjoying a bit of tea. Obviously all these women had already spread the rumors and were bored with themselves, so took to talking on the new temporary inmate, who probably shouldn’t have been there, considering it said for women on the front sign.
Kammi entered the back room, which led to the kitchen, and a group of four pitchers of steaming water was on a table. On the side of the table a small box and sign said how much it cost for warm water, Kammi wasn’t one to care, if she actually felt like paying she would pay later. She quickly rushed through the front room once more, ignoring all stairs and going back up to her room. Walking to the bowl she poured the steaming water into it, and placed the pitcher on the floor next to the table. Kammi took a small washcloth that she had and put part of it into the warm water, squeezing it to take any extra water out. She took the washcloth and slowly ran it down her forearm, in which she was able to clean it, for the most part, she wasn’t completely sure if this water was clean. Any dried blood came off of her arm quickly and then she placed the washcloth on the side of bowl.
The feeling of her bed sinking below her felt good as she looked at Ryou, gripping his wrist and pulling him to sit beside her. She pulled her hat off of his head, and placed it on her suitcase. The ever pushy Kammi leaned into Ryou, about to kiss him, when she stopped less then an inch from his lips, and eyed the door, swearing she heard someone on the other side for a moment, but no one entered, and then she kissed him, closing her eyes and taking the taste that never seemed to end for her anymore in. His scent scratching against her as she absorbed it. Kammi held it a little longer, before parting the two of them as she looked to see if he was protesting her, which men often did, but often didn’t do.
To think that she was here now was somehow harder to accept then she thought it would be, somehow Kammi thought she would never feel this way about anyone ever again, like she didn’t deserve it. The two were so different in many ways, but also they had so many things in common. Ryou’s family was such a high stature, Kammi’s had never been that high, but was very highly respected in her village. But, Kammi was so much more into places like the Caribbean, the sailors, rum, and fighting. Ryou never seemed to enjoy that much. She always picked fights; he didn’t seem to be begging for one.
Kammi did envy something right now though, his massive weapon. Scythes were amazing weapons, hard to wield, and very large. She thought it was amazing that he could wield one. Kammi had always gone for lighter weapons; she had pistols, a katana, and then her abilities. She was very multi-dimensional. From her slim figure, and her small appearance, she wasn’t exactly the most dangerous looking opponent. Yet, her agility always made her faster, able to escape moves that had the potential to harm her, she liked sneak attacks more, but it was hard to do that with a scythe.
After a series of moments Kammi couldn’t help herself, and kissed him once more, after a few seconds she pulled to a very short distance apart, and with an amazed voice she said, “You wield a scythe? Do you know how amazing that is?” She couldn’t get over the fact, but she let herself relax a little as she slowly held herself to Ryou, still only a small distance apart, and it seemed she wouldn’t move for sometime.
Kammi smiled wide, and pushed apart, sitting up on the bed, before pulling her legs up onto the bed and crossing them below her dress. She defiantly was not fit out for the feminine part of her life.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2007 21:26:20 GMT -5
[Sorry it may not be the best, I was working on Sare, and thanks for the comment on her. ^^]
The sounds of women footsteps echoed over the hall and into Kammi’s room, but as long as the footsteps didn’t come into her room she surely didn’t mind. She looked at Ryou, only paying attention to him, as he was basically the center of her mind at the moment. The moment he said that he had his own First Aid Kit Kammi couldn’t help but feel like a complete idiot, due to the fact she had just been worrying a ton about what she was going to do about medical accessories, it’s not something Kammi would usually worry about, although lately she was beginning to feel like she was getting a sign to pack a medical kit, soon enough it might save her life, either that or just put Ryou in her backpack, he would be her common sense.
Kammi watched as he removed the First Aid Kit from his bag, “Good thing you have that, I thought I was going to have to supply everything, and surely enough there is nothing here that can help me anymore then I already have helped myself. Which isn’t much.” The thought of just redoing it with nothing better kind of sucked, and she was so thankful for Ryou now. It sucked that she had to just give in to the fact that she had done it wrong, it wasn’t something liked to do, but what would suck even more would be having to redo it and only have it done worse. Kammi acted tough, but surely if someone got to know her well enough they could tell she was pretty big wimp when it came to pain, even though she never let it show, she just hid everything until she was away from anyone else. The only other thing in this was the amount of scraps she got, and how long it took her to take care of them, even if not well, it was better then nothing, so naturally she had scars placed a portion of her body.
The First Aid Kit sure made her feel a lot more comfortable, and with Ryou at the front steering her down the road, and away from the one she was currently on, she sure felt better. By Ryou’s quote she surely knew she needed a little help, To come prepared… “By way of your quote, I need a lot of work.” Kammi said with a soft smile that was only there so she didn’t look too serious, compared to Ryou she surely was screwed for life. Obviously the two didn’t share many of the same traits, Kammi was not a preparation kind of person, and now she wished she was, it was just another thing to add to her ‘To Do’ List. Her life’s work was cut out for her.
Watching Ryou she tried to figure out the position that would be most comfortable for herself and easiest for Ryou, somehow it seemed harder for Kammi to figure then it should be. Of course it was just Kammi freaking out, she moved to her left a little, but then back to her right as she felt a little to off balance, but then she realized Ryou probably couldn’t even see her cheek, so once more she turned back the opposite way. It may just be that she was a little uncomfortable with this that she was acting a little out of place, or off balance. Having to admit was hard enough, but to think about having the pain once more sucked, she only hoped she wouldn’t have to be restitched, most likely she would though. Which sucked for the basics.
Kammi looked at Ryou once more, just like her tough self, with that expression that made her look like she could handle anything, her shoulders backs, chest forward, strong stance, but then suddenly she kind of just fell limp. She lifted her hands from her knees and let out a sigh, “I’m not even going to act tough, I don’t even trust myself trying to do anything health wise, I think you’re the only person I should trust at the moment though.” She shook her head, she was whining like a baby, just what she didn’t want to sound like, a baby. She would be strong, like any other time, but the difference was that with Ryou she could be a little poutier, as long as she wasn’t annoying him.
Looking at Ryou, Kammi looked at the First Aid Kit, “Is there anything you would like me to do?” Kammi said, thinking it best for him to just tell her what to do, although she was thinking that was a stupid idea, let the dimwit do it all. Really though, Kammi couldn’t say that, she felt like the dimwit here. All she knew that she was better at was relationships, she had thought fighting, but now she wasn’t sure, she could only say that he was probably more experienced then her with a lot of things, which didn’t make Kammi very satisfied, but she would have to give in sometime. Now might be best, it was better then getting a needle stuck in her cheek.
Kammi could only look at the contents of the First Aid Kit, but turning her mind away for a moment to just take a breather, she looked out of the window and out into Port Royal, or the next building, giving her the feeling of no escape. Oh this was hell, wasn’t it? Trapped between two buildings, and if she even tried to leave she was trapped by a horde of women who thought of her as only a slut. Quickly enough Kammi was turning back to Ryou, thinking about the images of the women trying to beat her down with her knitting equipment, oh that would be torture. They could probably just place Kammi in a chair with some knitting needles and yarn, and tell her to make a blanket. Kammi would be in torture city, a bunch of older women laughing at her unlady like skills. It wasn’t her fault she didn’t get into these kind of things.
Somehow getting a few stitches suddenly felt a whole lot better then heading on down to a group of women, definite, she would rather have Ryou working on her. Kammi sat like a good student, like she had just had a change of attitude, ready for anything. Of course, Kammi was still a wimp, no doubt she was only doing this to feel better about herself, and maybe a little to make Ryou more impressed with her. But, something she had learned was that Ryou had fallen for her, and because of who she was, not because she acted like something she wasn’t. Ryou had probably caught on by now that she was freaking out, her hand had been shaking the entire time she put her homemade stitches in. Ryou’s hand would most likely be steadier and more safe. Ok, she would accept him doing this for her.
Kammi waited for Ryou to tell her what to do, like any good solider girl would do, but Kammi would show she was better then any of those other army girls. She was cooler.
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