Ouija & Movies :. Lamia - Analeigh .:

[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

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You keep looking into my eyes . . .
so tell me what do you see?

Today had proved to be quite long for the usually patient Russian. But he was ready for school to let out before it started. He had been looking forward to this nite since he and Analeigh had talked on AIM. Though he didn't let on that he was to her. It just thought it could be interesting to talk outside the school and without the net between them. Plus she seemed keen on seeing him squirm, something about Ouija boards did that to him.

Finally the bell rang, gathering his bag he headed quickly out to his Kawasaki Ninja 450. He waited for Lamia, she came out quickly enough. He smiled at her as she climbed into his bike picking up the helmet putting it on. Criss revved the engine and zoomed off pushing his bike as fast as it could go in a hurry to get home so they could get everything in order and everything ready. All the way home Lamia was talking into his ear about his 'infatuation' with Ms. Kendrick. Criss didn't correct her, he knew she was very likely right on some counts.

They reached their apartment, the tires squealed as Criss skidded to a stop in their parking place. Lamia said something but Criss didn't pay that much attention as he cut the engine climbing of his bike with Lamia not far behind him.

Before the engine had even died away totally the sound of barking came from within the apartment, Obezyanka whined he knew his owner was home. Yanking at the chain clipped to his belt loop Criss pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. As he entered the large Caucasian Ovcharka stood on his hind legs putting his paws on Criss' shoulders licking happily at his face. Criss smiled petting the dog's ears. "Da Obez'." (Yes) He said in greeting to him as he saw Lamia letting her furries out of her bag. Out of habit he kicked of his shoes near the door as he smiled lightly petting, Obezyanka scratching his ears. He kicked the door closed behind him then back up letting Obezyanka drop back to the floor. He smiled and looked to Lamia, "Sister, pozhaluista ... please go find your Ouija board, while I clean up?" He asked of her trying to keep his voice from slipping totally into his native tongue. Usually at home with her that's all they spoke. But if he let himself fall back into his tongue, Analeigh wouldn't understand him, so he kept himself to English for her sake. A nod from Lamia came as she headed to her room her hand trailing along the wall as she moved to her room. With that Criss moved to the couch to get the jacket and clothes off there, but Obezyanka trailed him keeping in stride with him. Criss scratched his head lightly, then spoke to the large dog. "Sidet'." (Sit) Obezyanka quickly obeyed. The dog only understood Russian words and commands. Criss and Lamia had trained him like that because when they'd first gotten him as a pup nearly three years ago that was all the spoke.

With Obezyanka not at his under foot Criss smiled, "Dobry sobaka" (Good dog) Obezyanka's tail wagged lightly as he lay down watching Criss as he moved about. Criss picked up the jacket and other clothes from the couch pausing to move the shoes closer to the wall near the door where they tend to end up. His sister had a pair there too. Moving finally then to the hall closet he opened it throwing the clothes the the basket and hanging up his jacket. Closing the door he headed back towards the den, his foot falling on a catnip mouse. "You two throw your toys everywhere don't you." He laughed to Star and Satar as he kicked it away from him. It came to rest near Obezyanka, who ignored it uninterested. Star leaped down from the couch purring around Obezyanka, she picked up the mouse in her mouth and trotted off to Lamia's room with it. Satar was likely already there he tended to stay closer to Laima.

Chuckling lightly Criss pulled his blue-tooth and cell from his pocket, the blue-tooth went to his ear as he switched it on and dialed the number for the local pizza place by memory. He ordered their regular, a Veggie pizza for Lamia light on the cheese, and for him a supreme with extra cheese. And one 'regular' pizza hoping Analeigh would like one of those, if not there was always something here they could fix for her.

Obezyanka watched Criss' every move waiting for permission to get up. Criss smiled at him but didn't call his dog to him just yet. He first kicked a few of the other cat and bat toys across the floor back into the corner where they scratching post was. One belled ball he kicked on purpose back down the hall towards his sister's room. A mew followed and the flash of the Blue Russian was seen as she rushed from Lamia's room swatting at the ball batting it into Lamia's room with her. Criss laughed glancing at his watch. It was still a bit before she'd be here, he had enough time to take Obezyanka for his nitely walk and come back and take a shower. "Lamia, Ya be back.. Going to take Obez' for his walk." (I) He said his native tongue slipping out a little. Lamia replied back from her room. Criss nodded lightly, "On the counter." He told her with that he nodded to Obezyanka and pat his leg, quickly the dog stood up as Criss moved to him. Criss took the leather leash from the hook near the door and clipped it to the dog's collar, an headed out. Their walk wouldn't be as long tonite, usually they walked up to the school and back. That was almost two miles, tonite they'd only go about half way an back. Criss opened the door and both moved out, Criss closed and locked the door behind him and they set off.

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Word Count : 1100 O.o
Muse : Good clearly, Yea for Russian Radio! ^^
Random : Obezyanka in case you wonder is Russian for Monkey
Siggy : By Me

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[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

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What do I see?
You should know that answer..

The days were always long for Lamia, she wouldn't have minded the long if it weren't for the daylight, it was far to harsh on her sensative eyes. She was very nearly totally blind, only small bits of light manage to geth through to them. But every thing that did made them ache. She knew tonite that her big brother was in a rush, he clearly had a thing for the guidance conselor. She had poked him about it, he shrugged her off trying to play it as nothing. But she knew him to well to believe that. If he was willing to face her Ouija board when it freaked him out it was something more than just being friendly.

She had been glad when the bell rang too, the class wasn't all that interesting today, but then she did have a bit of a migraine, though she wouldn't be telling Criss that. She picked up her bag and headed quickly out to her waiting brother dodging the other students and teachers easlily enough. She always wore the helmet even if he didn't. On the way home she spoke in his ear, about love and a crush. He ignored her for the most part, because she was right. Not that she minded, she was okay with him having a life outside of her. She held on tightly around his waist as they zipped through the streets. She smiled feeling the wind in her hair.

Once at the apartment she cringed as the tires squealed, he didn't often do that, the sounds hurt her ears and the furries hidding away in her bag. She got off the bike and followed Criss to the door. Obezyanka's barking made her smile, "Big loud dog.." She said, her accent far thicker and heavier than her brothers. Though he knew as well as she did. Obezyanka had a big loud bark. His breed after all were guard dogs. Though the didn't usually park often, Obezyanka did especially when his people were coming home. They were all but knocked over by the large dog as they came in. He knew better than to be as rough with Lamia, besides he was in many rights Criss' dog. Criss did aftera all sometimes call Obezyanka his 'son'. Unzipping her backpack, Star leaped out as her brother flew from the bag. Lamia glanced to her brother with a nod. "Not find.. brother I know where it is." She replied struggling a bit with her English it wasn't second nature to her. She would much rather speak her native tongue all the time. But knew too like Criss if she let herself slip totally into her tongue she wouldn't want to get out of it. Heading to her room, her hand against the wall lightly, she reached it she knelt near her bed and put her hand under it pulling a box to her, the Ouija board was within. Lifting the lid she got the board and the lil pointer out putting both on her bed then put the lid back on the box and slid it back under her bed. She heard the Russian commands to Obezyanka. She was glad they'd only taught him their native tongue, they only spoke to him in Russian, he likely was very confused by the other words from their lips.

As Criss cleaned up the den she slipped her shoes off and placed them near her closet door as she pulled off her shirt. She knew her brother routine well she had time enough even tonite to shower as she always did. She chuckled at her brother. "They know where each are later when wanted." She said in their defence. Satar flew to her landing on her shoulder nuzzleing her lightly. She pet him as she felt Star rub against her leg. She smiled kneeling to her little girl petting her head lightly, purring back.

She was glad he ordered pizza it was planned already but still she was glad it meant they didn't have to cook, she was tired. Lamia didn't understand how he ate all that extra stuff, most smelled bad enough to make her ill. But then being vegeitatian most of it made her gag.

When Star left her to chase a ball she chuckled, "Silly girly." She said as Star came back purring. Unlike Obezyanka, Star and Satar knew English and Russia. It was usefull for them to know both if ever she needed help someone else could send them to Criss. Though they were smart enough to go on their own knowing their girl wasn't well. "'Kay, have fun." She told him as she got ready for her shower. Then something dawned on her, "Criss." She called, "Where is money?" At his reply back she nodded as she heard him open the door and head out. With that she went to her shower.

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Word Count : 884
Muse : Good yea..
Random : ....
Siggy : By Me

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[callie]

Analeigh hadn't had a rough day. It was actually quite nice. The students that had visited her today weren't in a mood to talk too much about themselves. Mostly they just talked about plans they had over the weekend and how they were doing in school. She wasn't sure if she should have pushed them a little, but the easy talk was so much better to her. It lightened the mood for her now as she walked out to her car. She had nearly forgotten about the movie and Ouija board night with Viktor. One of the students had mentioned a movie tonight and it had jogged her memory. Ana was a little nervous about going over to his house, she wasn't sure why, but the fact that he lived so close was a little better. She hadn't even realized how close until he told her.

The traffic from school to her apartment wasn't too bad. It took about ten minutes to get home and she pulled out some cat food for Carl, not sure if she would have time to later. She pulled out a bottle of water and sat down at her computer to check her emails. It wasn't too much, mostly junk or spam, and once she was done replying to people she she walked into her bedroom and opened the closet doors. She didn't want to go over there looking the same she did during school hours. Ana pulled out a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt then headed to the bathroom.

Hot water always worked the tension out of her muscles, though she wasn't sure where the tension had come from. Her week had been pretty pleasant, at least at the school. Her mind was always working though, and not to mention the whole finding her real parents part. Yeah, that was always on her mind. Day in and day out, though she did try to block it out sometimes. She wrapped a towel around her body and started getting ready. Once she was dressed in her jeans and old AC/DC shirt she walked out of her apartment. The distance between her place and Viktor's took about two minutes, probably shorter if she hadn't been enjoying the walk. The air was light and she could see the stars, something she had looked at in awhile.

Three fast raps on the door came from her knuckles as she crossed her arms over her chest. It was a protective manor, though she had nothing to worry about. It was more of an old habit than anything. She glanced at her watch and realized she was a little bit early, but Viktor's bike was parked, so figured he was home anyway. A few barking noises came from inside and she stepped away from the door a little.

[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

The day wasn't necessarily rough, Criss was just tired and more than ready for the weekend. It meant curling up on the couch with his little sister watching a movie staying up late an not having to worry about getting up the next morning, sleeping as late as he wanted.Oh that was a wonderful feeling. To not have to get up and get out in the world. As for Analeigh he hadn't realize how very close there were either until it came out in conversation. It was a little strange, 'Small world' was what he'd said when it had come out.

Traffic was hardly ever bad when you had a bike and were willing to zip around cars and knew the shortcuts through the alleys. Criss knew those like the back of his hand. So it took no time at all to get home. He was aware enough too of another he knew like the back of his hand, he knew his sister inside and out. He could tell she was tense by the way she held herself.

Criss and Obezyanka returned from their walk. Lamia had already showered gotten out an changed before they got home. Criss had gotten his an was in his room, only his bottom half covered at the moment in a pair of his favorite baggy jeans. Obezyanka as always near by, laying in the door way. His head resting on his large paws. Criss ran his fingers through his damp hair smoothing it down. He glanced to the door frame as his dog shifted looking down the hall.

Three fast knocks followed, and Obezyanka took off towards the door barking. Criss chuckled, that would have to be Analeigh, opening his closet door he pulled a black sleeveless shirt from within, pulling it on over his head. The tattoo on his right forearm clearly visable, though he didn't seem to care. Obez' sidet! Tikho." (sit / Be quiet) He called in Russian to the dog. Obezyanka fell quiet instantly and sat near the door staring at it with apparent interest. He could smell someone outside he didn't know. Neither Lamia or Criss seemed disturbed by it, so he knew there was no harm coming. Still it was his job to guard the apartment.

Just as he came from his room Lamia came out too. He smiled at her wrapping an arm around her, giving her a gentle brotherly hug as he whispered in her ear, 'Thank you, I owe you lil sis' in their native tongue. Before they headed together towards the door. Reaching it he moved around the dog peering into the peep hole he opened the door. "Analeigh, come on in. Ignore the big ball of fur he won't bite." He told her with a laugh as he held it open for her.

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[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

Lamia had a bit of a headache all day, she prayed it didn't lead into something more sinister. She'd caught her brother between passing periods and got two Advil from him as well as one of her tryptopahn, to ward off any chance that she might have a seizer later, hopefully. Usually if she got her meds early enough she was okay.

She didn't mind how her brother drove she was more than use to it. Criss knew her well, sometimes to well, she had leaned in closer to him tonite, her arms around his shoulders in the end.

The door to her room was partly open when Criss came back, she lay on her bed "listening" over her notes from class. Criss had looked in on her and left her to it as he went for his shower. It wasn't long after that that the knock on the door was heard, she sighed blowing the hair from her face as she lay closed her electronic notebook and headed to her bed room door. Obezyanka was at his post sitting like a good boy.

She nuzzled her brother lightly almost cat-like as he hugged her. 'You don't owe me brother.' She replied back in their tongue. Star ran in behind them with Satar on her back. Leaping onto the coffee table she stared at the door. Satar clung to her looking at it as well.

As Criss opened the door and gave a light smile, "Hi Ms. Kendrick." She said politely in greeting.


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OOC:
Migraine equals cruddy posts.. no Russian inspired muse tonite.

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[callie]

Analeigh smiled in greeting. She hadn't expected both of them to answer the door, but it was welcoming none-the-less. Their dog walked up to her and she held her hand out so he could could get her scent. She was almost positive that she heard Criss yell at the dog in Russian, but she didn't know what he said. In the schools she went they hadn't offered Russian, only Latin, French and Spanish. Latin was the only one she didn't know, but only because it was a dead language and she didn't feel like she neeeded know it. Had Russian been an option she doubted she would taken it anyway, it all just seemed so confusing to her when she heard people speaking.

"Hello," she greeted back with a quiet laugh. Her left hand was rubbing the top of the dogs head. She let her hand drop as she stepped into the apartment. "I guess I'm a little early," she said with a shrug, and closed the door behind her. "Am I interrupting anything?" She asked as she looked up at Criss. His hair was wet, at least from what she could tell, and he fresh scent of soap coming him. Most girls like cologne or some type of body spray, but Ana liked the old fashioned clean smell of soap. The only time she wore perfume was at the school and even then she sprayed herself at a distance only twice.

Green eyes roamed around the room as she took in their apartment. The one thing she loved about these apartments was that each one was different. When she was first moving into them she went into a few of them and each one had their own likes and dislikes to them. Her apartment seemed to fit her and what didn't she changed once she moved in. Like their apartment, hers was much different. They had dark wood paneling, that she thought was gorgeous, hard wood floors that she would have if her feet didn't get cold easily, leather furniture that always looked good to her. She loved leather it just didn't agree with her during the summer time. She glanced over and noticed a billiards table next and a small smile tugged her at lips. The last time she had been around pool tables was when she was gambling. It brought back a lot of memories, good and bad, but the game was still fun in itself.

"This is a great apartment," she complimented almost as an afterthought. The apartment was beautiful and lot cleaner than she would have thought. Most guys she knew didn't really like to clean so there was always something lying out. "Not something I pictured when we were talking on AIM the other night," she admitted with a chuckle. When she looked over at the counters she noticed two cats and she couldn't help but to walk over and start petting them. A part of mind wondered just what Carl was up to right now.

OOC: sorry about the wait! i was busy with school stuff x.x

[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

Criss smiled back at her. He made sure Lamia was there not just at the door but just there. He figured it would be better than just him, she might feel more comfortable knowing she wasn't alone just the two of them. That would have been awkward enough for him, he couldn't have imagined how it might have been for her. Russian was thick and heavy as far as speaking went sounding almost like German in the heaviness to it. Very few foreign languages were offered in Russia. English was one of the few, he hadn't taken it formally but managed to pick up a bit, but when he and his sister left they had to learn it. Lamia still didn't now it as well as he, but she faked it well.

Obezyanka sat looking the woman in 'his' apartment over his pink tongue hanging out a little as he eyed looked her over. His large dark eyes glanced to Criss and Lamia neither of them seemed concerned by her existence her so he didn't react. As the woman's hand touched his head looked back to her with a dog-ish smile. Giving a soft short bark. Criss smiled, "Privet, hello." He said letting his Russian slip from his lips a smile. "You're not to early." He said backing up as she closed the door. "You beat the pizza." He said with a laugh as she looked up at him. Yes, his hair was wet, trying running after a dog nearly as big as you are and not need a shower. He didn't wear cologne, it made Lamia sick with the harsh smell. Plus most even he didn't like, a few kinds he was allergic too, they tended to make him break out.

Moving aside he let her take in the apartment neither he or his sister minded. The only who seemed a little uneasy were Star and Satar but then they were Lamia's they gravitated to her. As her eyes moved to the billiards table he smiled, "You play much?" He asked noting her eyes there. He'd gambled on a few games of billiards as well. He was quite good as a result. Learning from a few 'sharks' when they'd been in Vegas for a time. This city was far to loud and bright for either of them to really care for. Once here, they'd only looked at a few apartments when they were looking to move in. This one had been their favorite, the liked the space small yet big enough for them the hardwood floors looked nice, they didn't think of them as cold the way Analeigh did, they likely welcomed it. As a mater of fact both were barefooted.

"Thanks, we like it, it's big enough for us and our furries." He said as he headed away from them both to the fridge. "I really do have vodka if you want it, but I have the usual caffeine as well." He said opening the fridge "Oh an by the way, I knew we had some of those eggs." He added, seeing a box in the drawer next to the real eggs. Glancing over his shoudler to Analeigh he chuckled lightly, "What exactly did you expect it to look like?" He asked just a curious as Lamia.

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[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

Lamia stood there silent Ms. Kendrick looked the apartment, she didn't mind really it was just a little strange. When it came to spoken language Lamia would have much preferred to only speak Russian it was hard for her to keep the Russian words from slipping into her speech. Her brother was always helping her with it so she knew the English language well but just didn't like speaking it.

Just as Obezyanka was looking over the woman so too were Star and Satar. They kept casting glanced to Lamia torn, they wanted to stay near their girl but wasn't keen on most cats, Star was stand off-ish as for Satar, well he was just stubborn ol' bat an didn't really like anyone. Lamia smiled lightly when Criss said hello in Russian. "So much for full English brat." (brother) She said though she just then was just as guilty as the Russian word for brother slipped from her mouth. Lamia liked the way her brother smelled fresh from the shower he needed it after a walk with their large active dog. Pushing a button on her watch her watch it announced the time, "Pizza should be here soon." She said then added, "Hope that's fine Ms. Kendrick, if you want something else we could probably fix it, Criss and I are pretty good with the food." Her accent far heavier than her brother's, her words were slower too as if she had to think to speak them in English.

Her hand out slightly at her side as she backed up, her hand grazing the couch and Obezyanka's head as she did. As the other hand pulled her shades down from atop her head and over her eyes again, the light was still to much for her eyes, but nite would soon come and her sensitive eyes would have their break. Lamia laughed lightly, "Be careful he cheats." She said of billiards. A snort from her brother made her laugh again.

Satar shifted lightly as the woman came near to them but didn't shy away from her, as he hung there from Star's collar. The cat didn't seem to mind the weight of the bat there. She was quiet use to it. Star purred lightly under the woman's hand enjoying the affection. Satar felt her touch on him he lingered there a moment then let go flying to Lamia, she felt him land on her shoulder and smiled. "He is not one for others. Very shy unlike Star she will take petting from anyone." She told her. Her unseeing gaze drifted to her, wondering what she thought their apartment would look like when Analeigh had said that. It might be amusing to hear.

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OCC:
No worries, I know how school and real-life can be. An not a big deal but it's a bat an a cat. ;p Star is the kitty an Satar is the bat.

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[callie]

Analeigh wasn't sure what he meant by 'privet' but she mentally shrugged it off. He told her was beat the pizza and she make a half grin. She wasn't too sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Those thoughts left her head when he mentioned her playing pool. A slight hint of pink tainted her cheeks and she ducked her head a little. To say that she was a little ashamed of what she use to do was an understatement, but at the time it had gained her a lot of power and not to mention money which helped pay for her college so she wasn't completely ashamed of it. "Oh, I use to," she said with a slight brush off. Even though she was proud of what she had come from to where she was now going back to that probably wouldn't be a good idea. It was tempting her a little though. The next time Lamia talked Analeigh listened closer just hear her accent. It was a lot heavier than her brothers and it sounded nice with her tone of voice. "Don't worry, no ones ever beat me, unless I wanted them to." She told her with a cheeky grin.

"I didn't actually," she lied easily as she looked back at him. "I try not to do that; I get carried away sometimes," she said truthfully with a small chuckle. In all honesty she hadn't imaged his apartment to look like this, though it was almost similar to it. In her mind his place was two floors, ceiling to floor windows and lavish furniture... see? What she had thought was what she wanted to begin with. Though his place was a lot darker, it seemed to fit him perfectly and standing in their place now she could see her thinking was odd.

Her eyes landed on Lamia as a smile graced her lips. She mentally smacked herself before she cleared her throat. "So, Lamia, I think I've seen you around school a few times," she said lamely and stuffed her hands in her jean pockets. She felt awkward for some reason, she guessed it was because she had never talked to Lamia before. And now they were out of the school environment and it was either force talk until you're comfortable or ignore one another; something she didn't want was the latter. Ana caught herself staring at Lamia's hair. It was almost the same shade as hers, but a lot longer and had highlights, something Analeigh wanted to do soon. Not to mention a trim up.

"No vodka," she told him with a shake of the head. "Unless you want to see the pizza twice," she told him with grin.Whenever she drank it had to be after she ate. It always messed with her stomach if she drank before she ate. One memory still seemed to sting when she was back in high school. It was one of the parties and the kids had gotten alcohol, somehow she never asked, and they drank then ate. As she was back downstairs she bent over the banister and puked right on the kid sitting on the stairs. A simple apology didn't seem right, but she didn't say anything. Not that she could've gotten a word in edge-wise as the guy was cussing, would've made any sailor proud.

"Pizza's fine," she told Lamia when she asked if she wanted something else. "Oh, Criss told me you guys were good with the food category." She said keeping the conversation going. "I'm not so good, but I manage." She said with a light laugh. It was sad when your own cat wouldn't even eat what you made. Almost made her sad, even. But it pushed her to buy some cook books and that helped out like you wouldn't believe. When she was younger, around her teens, she loved cooking. But during college she didn't cook at all. It was the microwave that was use to the max. She didn't have one cooked meal during the three years she was there. Even now she barely had time to do it on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Analeigh laughed a little. "It's okay. My cat, Carl, wont let you anywhere near him unless you have food." She told her and had a picture of him in her head from when she first got him. "He hissed at me when I first got him, sadly that's what made me get him." She said with a shrug. "Unless you have something for him, don't bother, trust me, it's just not worth it." She warned looked down at her arm. She knew the scratches were long gone but she could still see them there when Carl got into one of his moods. "I swear he tries to kill me sometimes." She thought out loud and sighed, bring her attention back to them.

OOC: >.< sorry.

[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

Criss could almost sense her confusion, it was clear on her. "Privet.. it is hello. Don't know why I let it slip out but whatever." He told her with a wink. It was his turn to look confused now at her blush, he looked away and down to Obezyanka. The dog looked up at him, Criss smiled and scratched his head lightly as he choice not to press it or make it painfully obvious he'd seen her cheeks color. "It's an interesting game, it and bowling are my favorites." He told her then added, with a nod to Lamia, "Don't let the fact that she's blind fool you. She's good too. She beats me in billiards." He smirked looking to his little sister, who gave him a look an let her tongue flick slightly between her teeth. "Oh really? Perhaps I should take that as a challenge." Criss retorted.

"Sit if you like." He seemed to add as an after thought. It became clear then if it wasn't before he was a little nervous as well this was out of the the norm for him, inviting anyone home. He was very glad Lamia was here or else he'd have been even more nervous.

He nodded, "Good idea, minds do get carried away." Came his agreed reply. The apartment did describe the renters rather well. From the furniture and the atmosphere, it was dark too. Because bright lights hurt Lamia's eyes. Criss wasn't overly fond of it either so it was dark for them both.

As Analeigh looked to Lamia Criss smiled and took his leave around the island to the fridge. Running one hand through his dark dirty blonde hair. The crismson red streaks feathering out then fell back into place. He felt a little awkward too his nervous twitch his 'tell' as it was his hand through his hair. He wasn't sure what to say to her, it was very different from talking to her on the computer or in the teacher's lounge at school. Now that it was on home grounds, if he had a deck of cards in his hands he might feel a little more at ease. After all their first meeting had been over a trick. One hand moved to his back pocket, a light unheard growl escaped his lips. He already knew they weren't there but forced habit made him check his pocket for his cards.

Stifling a bit of a laugh he nodded. "Don't want that." He said, "So what caffeine do you wish? We have tea, some berry pomegranate flavor, or coke." He told her, still hiding the laugh at that, it wasn't funny really, poor girl but the idea of it was strangely sickening and amusing all at once.

Obezyanka looked to the door and growled barking at it, before the knock was even heard. "Obez'.." Criss said sternly to him as he pushed the money towards his sister's hand. Obezyanka fell silent instantly. "Glad pizza is fine.." He added to them glancing at his watch. "Just about on time.." More to himself than to them. Though the thirty minutes or less rule didn't always apply anymore he still used it. It shouldn't take more than thirty minutes to get food, they could both fix something quicker. "That we are, we cook from scratch mostly. We're both picky. Lamia more so." They had a few cookbooks in the cabinet over the fridge, there because they didn't use them often. Cooking from memory and by taste. As for convenience, if Analeigh looked in the kitchen area she'd likely notice that it was missing a microwave. They didn't own one. When they cooked it was on the stove or in the oven. More of their picky side peaking out.

"Sounds like a handful. But we love our babies. Obez' is my son. Like Lamia's furries are hers." He smiled, as Obezyanka gave a light bark to him as if speaking understanding only his name. Criss smiled lightly as he squirted a little soap in his hands then nudged the water on with his wrist putting his hands under the cool water, it got warmer slowly rinseing the soap off he was just about to turn it off when he felt Lamia at his side. One arm slipped around her shoulder giving her a quick hug kissing top of her head lightly.

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OCC: Sorry for what? O.o If the bat cat thing no big. If your post, you're nuts that's great! I laughed out loud when I read it. Where Criss 'stifled a laugh' is where I did. ;p Only unlike him I didn't stifle. // By the way.. that your new siggy you spoke of? (: It's pretty I love the background on the border.

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[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

Lamia smirked at her brother, she had a feeling he was trying to impress Ms. Kendrick. A lot of people found foreign accents sexy. She didn't say anything though just letting him slide for now. But later she'd poke at him like a good little sister. "It is, if we are not playing a card game it is billiards or bowling if out." She said smiling lightly, "He doesn't like losing." She added casting an unseeing look towards her brother, it was then that her tongue flicked between her teeth. "You're cocky Criss. She beat you I laugh." Lamia quipped. Her accent bleeding more into her speech as a few English words fell from her sentences but still the meaning was under stood.

Moving aside Lamia gestured towards both the couch an the bar style stools. "Please Ms. Kendrick take your pick." She told her with a smile. Hoping for her bother's sake that the his nervousness wasn't noticed by anyone but her, she could hear it in his voice and could almost read it from him.

Lamia was forever imaging what things looked like, or 'seeing' them with her hands, she was all about touch where her eyes failed her. She was use to it though, having had poor eye sight since she was born. The apartment was lit enough for a sighted person to get around easily enough but dimmed enough that the light didn't give Lamia a headache.

Her eyes met Analeigh's as she felt her gaze shift to her. She glanced quickly to the window she could tell the sun was down enough now that it wouldn't make her squint as it had earlier. Normally her shades would have been shoved back onto her forehead or put up all together, but she kept them over her eyes as she'd found sometimes her steel grey unseeing eyes made people squirm. As Analeigh cleared her throat, Lamia looked back to her direction. She nodded lightly, "Can't say I've seen you. But I know I have heard you around the school. I keep to myself though, not really an extrovert." She answered. It was true for obvious reasons. She didn't want an awkward silence between them either that would only make it all the worse. Shifting she moved towards the island easily enough, her hand finding black leather of the barstool, then climbed onto it. She didn't realize that Analeigh was staring at her hair, it wouldn't have bothered her she was use to stares, she only knew that she was being looked at. As for her hair, neither she nor her brother had their natural hair color. Naturally it jet black, but they had died their hair for quite awhile now. Lamia's was a dark brown with lighter strawberry blonde highlights, making it look lighter than it was. It hung just to her shoulders, normally at school it was "How long have you been there?" She asked, her words slowed a bit. She felt like she was trying to say a tongue twister to keep her native tongue from falling freely from her lips.

"I don't drink like he does. I am trying to break him of it." She said casting Criss a glance. "You do not seem the type to drink much." She added, her eyes shifting back to Analeigh.

Obezyanka's bark didn't seem to phase Lamia she was more than use to it, she'd heard the footsteps outside too, lose a sense and the others grow better to compensate. One hand moved behind her feeling for the money. A smile spread to her lips as she felt her brother's hand. Rubbing it lightly once before he shifted giving her hand a light squeeze then pulled his away. With money in hand she stood moving towards the door without trouble. She opened it, as Obezyanka moved to her side, sticking his noise into man's leg. He smelled of cigarette smoke, a smell that made Lamia sick to her stomach. "Obez' sidet'." (sit) She told him in Russian. Obezyanka took a step back from the man and sat down. The pizza boy eyed the large dog, "Sorry. How much owed?" She asked the pizza boy. "Twenty two even" He told her. Nodding Lamia spread the bills in her hands a twenty and a five. She handed them to the man. "Thank you." She told him as he handed her the pizzas. "Welcome.

[/b] He said heading away. Lamia closed the door behind him locking it back out of habit. She turned to the island putting the pizzas down there then turned to Analeigh, "He only understands Russian. If you did not guess, I told him to sit." She told her with a smiled. Then added, "Dig in, there is a sink there clearly and down the hall first door on the left."

An 'aww' sound came from Lamia's lips as Analeigh spoke of her cat. "I echo Criss he does, sweet though, how long have you had him?" She asked as moved around the island to the sink. She felt her brother there, she smiled lightly poke him lightly in the ribs with her elbow as she put her hands under the water. Criss slipped one hand under the water and flicked it at her. She laughed as the cool water touched her skin. Normally she'd have flicked water back in him. But that always started a near endless game between them back and forth with the water. A sound not unlike a purr escaped her lips softly when he hugged and kissed her. It was in that touch they seemed to have a silent conversation for a second before the water was turned off finally an both turned back to Analeigh
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[callie]

Analeigh nodded her head a little at the clarification. Privet was a weird hello, and could be misread in English, but she was glad he hadn't just said it randomly. The wink from him prompted a half smile on her face. "Mm, bowling isn't my thing," she stressed with a slight shrug. "Never really played it that much." She explained thinking back to the last time she had even stepped into a bowling alley. High school came back to her memory, it wasn't a decent memory either, come to think of it, but one to remember she guessed. A light chuckle escaped her lips at his words. "That is up to you," she said and took a seat on the couch. Analeigh laughed at what Lamia had to say about Criss' ego. "You know what they say about guys with big ego's, right?"

She heard him agree with her on minds getting carried away. If you only knew, she thought. Talking to him on AIM was so much different then in person. The only other time she had talked to him person was quick and to the point. This was more of feeling each other out in person. It was a little awkward, but first interaction wasn't? She didn't let it get to her too much, but she was trying to get to know two people at once. They always prompted her to sink into herself, but now she had force herself out. At work it was different. She knew what she was doing, what she was there to do, but personal stuff always came out bad, or odd, to her. Like she was forcing herself, which nine times out of ten she was. Just for the simple fact that it she didn't know what else to do.

"Coke is good," she said leaning over the arm of the couch a little. Yelling was not her forte and even then her voice came out soft. She caught a glimpse of his stiffened laugh and she smirked. It wasn't a bad memory for her, it always made her laugh, but for the other guy it was embarrassing. If she could go back she probably wouldn't have drank so much, but then again she was a teenager, so she probably wouldn't have changed anything except where her projectile landed.

Lamia's statement about not being an extrovert didn't come as a shock to her. It was because she was use to some many people that came to her with something different they felt like they would get treated differently. She never lied to them though, they would get treated differently. Some liked the attention, some different. It wasn't her place say if they would like it or not. And it definitely wasn't her place to her them to get out more. When they felt more comfortable with themselves, they usually did it themselves. What she did encourage was for them to mingle with others that would make them feel comfortable. 'Stepping out of their comfort zone' was a lot harder than people thought and pushing someone into it would usually only push them further away. With the students Ana talked with that was her main priority; to make sure that they could live with themselves. A lot of students couldn't, and that was usually where the main problems came from.

"I drink occasionally, but not like I use to," she explained to her with a smile. She use to drink a lot, but that was when she was still trying to find herself. Now she'll have wine or corona, rarely anything strong enough to make her pass out though. "Good luck breaking him of it though. I heard Russians like their Vodka." She said remembering what Criss had told her online.

Obezyanka's barking brought her out of her thoughts and she looked at the dog. It was different being around a dog from her cat. The knocks on the door later came and she thought back when she had knocked on the door. The dog had startled her a little bit, just because she wasn't expecting it. The pizza smell wafted in as Lamia opened the door. It made her stomach growl a little. She hadn't realized she was hungry, but what better time to find out? "Thanks," she said as she made her way over to the sink. She washed and dried her hands and when she was done she caught a glimpse of Lamia and Criss together. They seemed to have a really tight relationship between them. It almost made her wish she had siblings as well.

"About two years now," she said making her way back to the couch. "He's comfortable and all now, but he's very picky. I wouldn't trade him for the world," she said just in case it came off that she didn't want him. She loved Carl, even if he was crazy, because when he was being nice he was the best cat she could ever have. "Have long have you guys been here, in Chicago?" She asked as an afterthought.

OOC: Yeah, I was talking about the cat and bat thing. haha I heard about it once ;p thanks, i got frustrated with the text and just got it from RPGC.

[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

It was partly why Criss had clarified it. Russian was a heavy language, one not easily understood. He let it slide from there and made a mental note to keep his native tongue from slipping into his speech. He chuckled lightly. "Aww well then, I suppose I won't be taking you to the lanes anytime soon." He said with a laugh shooting his sister a look back as he felt her eyes on her. His sister looked away from him. He looked back to Analeigh, "I don't know, what?" He not sure he'd heard it before.

He knew pretty well what it was to get carried away. Being big on the human mind it was a part of his magic and music, the human mind was the base of both. Criss would have admitted too this was different he almost wished for AIM again it was easier even if he couldn't see the faces like he preferred. He didn't want this to be torture for either of them. He was fighting something else though he wanted to, something he wasn't even sure he understood himself.

Pulling a coke from the fridge he put it on the counter near Lamia, knowing she'd hand it to Analeigh. "You want that tea stuff don't you Lamia?" He asked glancing to his little sister, though he already knew the answer. Then let his eyes drift back to the fridge, he eyed the Smirnoff Vodka in the fridge running his lightly over his lips. Finally he pulled another coke from the fridge along with Lamia's tea closing the door. "I rather like my caffeine too. Like I told you on the net, it is what keeps me awake." He told her. Even being around the harder drinks all his life, he too had a time when he couldn't hold his liquor. He'd swore he'd never drink again after that nite. Clearly that didn't stick He swore it again when his father died. Still he drank. But then he never liked his father.

Criss partly blamed himself for Lamia being so 'into' herself. It wasn't that he didn't allow her to be out with others, it was just that she was so close, they were so close that neither of them really cared about the outside world a whole lot to be extroverted. Criss was far more so than his sister he had to be, but even he was border line anti-social.

"Good, just saved yourself. Analeigh, I don't trust a girl who won't drink." He said with a smirk. It knew enough not to say it aloud, not with Lamia being a minor, but even she could put some back. Mostly though she drank only a shot or two to put her to sleep when her seizers were unbearable and her meds didn't do the trick. Criss made certain she never drank to much, besides the fact she was under-aged, but to much wouldn't be good for her. No more than it was for him. "She's been trying for years. Ever since we left Russia. Harder more-so now after sorry excuse for our father died." He said venom in his voice as a soft growl escaped his lips. It was very clear he had a lot of animosity towards the man.

Obezyanka was lingering closer to Lamia, near the strange woman in his house. He looked at her with his big dark brown eyes on occasion as if trying to make sense of her. The whole while the door was open and the man stood there his eyes were on him. But when it closed again he looked to Analeigh. Walking to her he paused a few feet from her his head tipped to the side. He let a soft bark escape his lips something like a snort as he closed gap between them an sat down. "Obez'.." Criss called softly glancing over his shoulder to the dog. Obezyanka looked up at the sound of his name but didn't move from the woman. He wouldn't hurt her, Criss knew that so he let it slide as his attention drifted to his sister. He smiled down at her, after the quick hug a kiss atop her head he let her go so they could all eat.

"Picky, sounds familiar eh little sister?" He said with a laugh to her. She was vegetarian there was so much she refused to eat. "It's good you have him. Pets are good to ease our stresses." He added to Analeigh. "Uh.." Criss blinked, "Two years.. yes?" He asked glancing to Lamia. They moved around a lot so it was kind of hard to keep up. Only recently had the settled down in one place.

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[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

A smirk crossed Lamia's face her brother was trying far to hard. She kept her mouth shut though. "I can beat him he's not so tough. Just far to cocky for own good." She said more for Analeigh than to her brother, though she glanced to him. Her eyes moved quickly to her, a smile spread to her face. Her face bright as she put her hand to her lips stifling a laugh but didn't do so well as it came out in short giggles. Her cheeks colored, being blind blending in she heard things. She knew exactly what Analeigh was getting at.

A lot could be left to the mind and taken to far quite easily. Especially in a world dominated by sight were she lived in a world without it. She'd heard her brother talking about her. She'd known before, Criss told her everything so she knew about Analeigh.. Ms. Kendrick she was okay with it but still it was strange.

Nodding in a 'yes', "Please yes." To her brother then looked again to Analeigh, "An something else to put him to sleep." Her brow raising slightly with a sigh. Her face shown with the worry for her brother. He drank, not like their father did but he could maybe. That scared her a lot. The thought of ever losing her brother.

She didn't see herself as anti-social, she just didn't like the stares that came with being blind. Or the remarks that came when her accent tumbled heavily from her lips. So she kept to herself, to her brother.

Lamia shook her head lightly if the shades hadn't been covering her eyes they would have been seen rolling. She had no words for her brother, she simply let her eyes drift to Analeigh. "We hated him because of how he was when drunk.." She said to him. Criss was nothing like her father when he drank nothing at all. But still he drank and that annoyed her. She moved to Analeigh, close enough that only she heard her next words, "Our father, not a nice man. Abusive." She whispered to Analeigh her voice hardly over a whisper.

Her hand reached as she scratched Obezyanka's head lightly rubbing his ears affectionately. He moved into her touch then looked once more to the woman here. Only when Lamia had left and went to Criss did he look to Analeigh. Lamia lingered at her brother's side a moment. She lifted her shades from her eyes and looked up at him her unseeing eyes meeting his. The moment ended an she let her shades fall back over her eyes.

"Bleh! Hush yourself.." She said casting him a glance over her shoulder. Speaking of pets it was then as if on cue Star glanced at the billiards table leaping from the coffee table near the door and to the table. "Two in Chicago yes. In states four years." She answered.

"Your cat sounds lovely, what breed is he?" She asked of Analeigh. Star stared at the billiards table, more so at the Ouija board there. The smaller part was amusing to her. She batted at it lightly. Then mewed to Lamia, she looked to her feline friend. She knew were the cat was, walking to her she scratched the cats head with one hand while one lingered over the Ouija board. "Oooh Criss." She said in sing-song type tone in her voice as it leaked out strangely in her accented voice.

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[callie]

I will post today, Kit. Promise!