`` there's no one home? ;; naze

[Nobody S. Friend]

wha-what did you say?
huh? you're breaking up on me, sorry, i cannot
hear you, i'm kinda busy
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He did always seem to end up in the most awkward of positions when he sincerely didn't want to. Of course, there had to be a plus to seeing the world from a different angle, right? Nobody wasn't exactly sure. Certainly, this angle gave a slightly more abstract view of the world - and he noticed things he hadn't spottrd before, for example the cracks in the paint at the corner of the room near the door - but it wasn't helping the sick feeling in his stomache. That had to be a bit of a damper on the other feeling - one of ever-so-slight lightheadedness. Well, more than slight, anyway. Both were accompanied with the longing to see the world from the right way round once more.

But, anyway, he had himself to blame for ending up in this situation. Normal reapers - normal members of the dispatch unit of the London District of the Shinigami Realm - could deliver their latest report to the co-supervisor's office without ending up in ludicrous positions. Everbody else managed this on a daily basis - maybe even more frequently in the case of some - but, oh no, he ha to go and mess it up. No great surprises there. For his point of view, he had an inerring tendency to mess things up. Didn't matter what it was, Nobody was likely to mess it up. Heck, he probably would mess up carrying a stack of papers for someone. That was likely to go downhill pretty quickly.

Maybe he should have a more positive outlook on life. Nobody sighed and tried turning around, the movements only resulting in his spine twisting in a way he was sure it shouldn't and his face being wedged into somewhere laden with dust and spiderwebs. And spiders - Nobody tried not to cringe or make a noise as he felt insectile legs crawl at a leisurely pace over his nose. It tickled - he resisted the temptation to twitch his nose. Lord knows what would happen then. He twisted slightly. This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't decided to put it on her desk, as opposed to the pigeon hole outside. And then tripped over something and was now stuck in some ludricous position under her desk - legs in the air.

Nobody let out a small whimper of pain, silently hoping she would turn up soon.

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stop calling, stop calling!
i don't wanna think any more. i left my head and
my heart on the dancefloor
tagged: naze-husband~ since we've been wanting to thread these guys for some time
muse: telephone - lady gaga
lyrics: telephone - lady gaga. idk why xD;
notes: i don't like this. it is precisely why i don't open threads 8|
template: (c) me!

[Inez Cresswell]

pele preaches words of comfort
zina just hides her eyes[/font]

HOW [ bizarre ]
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Today just was not very sparing, was it? Though the silvery haired demon she had recently come in contact with was pushed to the back of her mind, much to her relief, missions were devouring the majority of her mind as well as physical energy. Not that any other day was hugely different, but paperwork that had been stacking up whilst the co-supervisor had been daydreaming of her recent demonic interest was proving very tedious when mixed with missions where very little pause in between was given. Inez had long since come to terms with the fact that this was her own fault, but it made her disapproving curses no less bitter every time she tiredly misspelled a word or could no longer feel her face outside ; the bitter winds of Winter still present in an on-off manner. And of course, the troubles dispatch members got into or a short but time consuming chat with someone or another were not helping her current situation. It was times like this when the life of a dispatch member was enviable.. No heavy duty paperwork, not a bunch of missions, and never having to really worry about being understaffed...

"Then again, the lack of respect was killer.." the reaper mused aloud, as she walked down the hallway which lead to her own office. Though co-supervisor wasn't exactly top of the food chain, she certainly carried it like it was, making her receive as great of a respect as William. Delusions of being demoted just for a little bit of stress getting taken off her shoulders was no short of nightmarish. Proof of how sad her existence had gotten, yet also proof of the ambitious nature lying beneath a somewhat calm exterior. A woman that was willing to fight tooth and nail to be above, an individual whom understood that sacrifices must be made.. A darker side that she had always preferred to keep hidden in the shadows exactly where it belonged. Ambitions were always going to lead to happiness, but they always led to power ; when done successfully.

Only now was she able to really take a break from missions, at least until someone barged into her office delivering another, and relax within her office. Her lovely office.. Not an excellent area, but the majority of the time it was silent. Which was all that mattered. The noise and bustle of company was sometimes needed but silence was such a beautiful sound. A gorgeous mute melody, and though as the female's hand extended and twisted the lock to open the door to her own personal space within the offices the same lack of noise greeted her, Inez was the first to break it with a sharp gasp.

Who in all-?! The stench of demon wasn't in the air, so it wasn't Cyrano who's legs were awkwardly propped upon her chair as the rest of this person's body was hidden underneath her desk. And as she hurried over to look at whomever was idiot enough to get his or herself into this scenario, her eyes widened. "Nobody!" she cried out, worry staining her voice. She had been apart of the management division still when little Nobody turned up in that cold cemetery many years ago, and also the first to speak her views on his innocence. As a person that was piercingly perceptive, even with the deepest of examinations regarding the white haired boy she could see no hints of deception.. Perhaps he wasn't speaking all he knew, but really Nobody appeared virtually harmless. A good aim with a gun maybe, but no true threat. When all was said and done, she found him to cute. Not in the way she found Cyrano, but more like some kitten on the side of the road you just couldn't help smile at. And in a similar way, she gave a very slight smile that was somewhat amused before working on helping the stuck little reaper.

"Just hold on," she said with a barely audiable sigh prior to bending down and wrapping her arms around the small man's chest and slowly bring him up and out of his unfortunate situation. Something that commonly plagued him, from what she had seen. "Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?" came the inquiry in an almost motherly fashion as she took the liberty of propping him up on her chair and brushing off his hair with her gloved hand, ridding Nobody of any dust. She then proceeded to give a slight dust off to his face with no second thought to the matter. Followed by the upper half of his attire, all the while searching for any possible injuries. "What... were you doing under there, anyway?" Inez finally asked once straightened and no longer grooming Nobody from his under-desk escapades, barring a slight brush of his hair to set a strand back in place atop his white haired head.

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how [ BIZARRE ]

policeman taps his shades
"is that a chevy '69?"

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Taggerz ;; Ita-wife~
Muse ;; AOL Radio (Named Raper)
Post Its ;; DAWWW I LOVE NOBODY. But I love this post more, it's made of WIN. Start more often. And that song just doesn't fit. Thus, I thought it abstractly fit. o3o
Template (c) ;; Naze

[Nobody S. Friend]

wha-what did you say?
huh? you're breaking up on me, sorry, i cannot
hear you, i'm kinda busy
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That spider was intent on staying put, it seemed. Nobody's eyes crossed to focus on it - he wasn't wearing glasses and was for once wishing fervently for a pair to settle on his nose. Anything between him and the spider. He wasn't all that scared by spiders, but the idea of being stuck in such a small viciency with one didn't exactly appeal to him. As one hairy leg brushed against the very corner of his eye, Nobody twitched in discomfort, sending the arachnid richocceting away - while at the same time he felt arms around his middle and a gentle tug. Nobody's first thought was rather imaginative and out of proportion, so he was sincerely glad - however much he didn't show it - that it wasn't some huge spider come to get revenge.

In fact, it was the owner of the office in which he had inadvertedly managed to get stuck in. The owner of desk under which, up until a couple of seconds ago, he had been sharing headroom with a bunch of eight legged creatures and their silk-web homes. Disorientated as he was turned upright, Nobody blinked in a dazed fashion - eyes taking a moment or two to focus again. He was relieved it was Naze who had, uh, freed him - in a sense - since she wasn't going to go and tell everyone about this. Then again, he was more likely to get retribution from the office's occupant than a fellow dispatch member. Either way, Nobody felt terribly self conscious, but didn't resist as she set him down and proceeded to dust him off, only looking down sheepishly.

"A-Ah, s-s-sorry," Nobody wasn't very loud anyway, but his voice was barely audible as he looked aside, cheeks colouring a little past their usual pallid shade in embarrassment. His feet didn't reach the floor - they floated about a foot off the carpet, he noted whilst staring at them. Nobody shifted uncomfortably as she moved down to brushing off his coat. He tried not to follow her movements with his eyes but eventually got distracted by them and watched as she flicked the dust off that necktie - the same old ribbon, which, if memory served him correctly, used to belong to a certain Grell Sutcliffe. Who had bequeathed him with it when the latter had saw another one he fancied in a shope window. "N-No, I d-d-don't th-think I am," he shook his head.


"Eh-ehm, I-I-I-I w-was d-d-d-delivering," Nobody always had trouble with the d's and w's, "a-a r-r-report a-and I th-think I-I t-tripped ov-over s-something." He glanced at her, then away, hoping she'd understand.

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stop calling, stop calling!
i don't wanna think any more. i left my head and
my heart on the dancefloor
tagged: naze-husband~
muse: whistle - kill bill ost
lyrics: telephone - lady gaga. idk why xD;
notes: i know it doesn't fit. i really have no idea what possessed me to use it ¬3¬ i am listening to most unappropriate music for this, geez. and that post sucks hardcore DDDDD8 i dun like starting, no noooo. /hides in corner of shame
template: (c) me!

[Inez Cresswell]

pele preaches words of comfort
zina just hides her eyes[/font]

HOW [ bizarre ]
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It was only after she was done with that little show of motherly instinct that Inez actually took the time to realize how wrong that probably was. Really now.. Surely Nobody was not as helpless as he seemed? He was five foot four, the same height as her, with a somewhat small frame for his gender, once again another little physical trait they had in common. Inez knew from experience that 'helpless' was a word no one would use to describe her, and perhaps it was the same with Nobody? He did have a musket for a death scythe, so if he wasn't even the least bit reliable then the boy would most likely be missing an eye or..something. He just slipped on god knows what she could not place anything in her office that could be tripped on, and wound up in an awkward position under your desk. He's not like you.. Inez thought, though still felt that an apologize might be in order. Yet, she held her tongue, figuring a ginger apologize might make them both even more nervous ; and they couldn't have that, now could they? One of them had to be.. sane. Not sane, that was too crude a word.. 'solid'. One of them had to maintain solidity in this office, and Inez was more then sure it was to be her.

His stuttering almost made her giggle, really. How sweet he was, a sheepish kitten that she could not help but feel as if she wanted to cuddle. Simply take him into a - err.. No, that was far too motherly a thought. But she could not stop her hand from going to his cheek in a comforting manner, a warm smile lighting her features to maybe be of some help to his unraveling nerves. "That's good," she responded softly to his comment about not being hurt. "For you to be hurt would be..dreadful," she couldn't think of a better word, but it was indeed true. To see such a delicate face pained in the least and pale skin which was a match for her own oozing thick crimson liquid. Her face would have gone even whiter with worry, as if seeing her own child bleed. And as she had thought many times before, the thought of anyone hurting the boy was unfathomable. To see such a thing rivaling the adorableness of a newborn kit in agony, only the most vicious of sadists could ever go through with that.

"A report?" she echoed, noticing him looking to her, then looking away ; an action that made her emerald hues soften all the more. "It's perfectly fine, Nobody. The important thing is that you weren't hurt in the process of tripping," she said, caressing his cheek gently with one thumb before parting and straightening her posture, glancing around for the piece of paper that the younger had spoken of.. Only to find it in two, ripped with the now separate slips not too far apart from each other. A small frown creased her lips as her eyes focused upon the now useless report. "Well that's a pity.." Inez mumbled, leaning over and picking up the report, linking both parted pieces together before gently laying it upon her desk. "No worries though, that's an easy fix. Just a bit of reprinting ; I can easily do that," she said, looking back to the white haired male with a smile back on her lips. As if to discourage any thoughts he might have whirling in his little head about how a thin slip of paper ripping might've been his fault.

The female now leaned against the desk, eyes parting from him to glance at the time. "I hope you weren't stuck under there long," said the co-supervisor, eyes still trained upon the clock, "I suppose it's my fault for these incidents, really. I wasn't here.." she spoke, a lick of self-guilt staining her tone before warm green eyes came back to S. Friend. "I was out doing missions, which I still haven't finished. Lucky for you and I that I decided to return here momentarily," a slight laugh followed, not to mock him but simply to lighten the entire situation as her hand reached out in a gesture for Nobody to take the delicate limb. "Are you sure you're alright, dear?"

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how [ BIZARRE ]

policeman taps his shades
"is that a chevy '69?"

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Taggerz ;; Ita-wife~
Muse ;; Vanity - Lady Gaga
Post Its ;; -Pulls out of corner- Shuddup, 'twas awesome. P8
Template (c) ;; Naze