Code: 4-18-13-22 (Private)

"Ooooooo," Veleda had mused, nodding absently when she heard the explanation, hand still in her mouth. She looked at the ugly girl and supressed laughter, "Ooooh, like..that..." Obediently following suit, she tried to get up. Failed and held onto to him while he did pretty much the same. It took a lot of effort for her to get back on her feet, flapping an arm in air and thankfully grabbing Ryan's sleeve.
"Yush!" She said, smiling widely at Ryan as she hugged his arm, then looking back at the doctors and giving them a glare. "Ug...lies..." She murmured and clicked her fingers at them, "Will sue...you...Stealing...my-my pumpkin."
The doctors cleared way, letting them pass through. Veleda rested her head on his shoulder and gave them an unfocused gaze. "Let's, let's go...hunsie poo," She mumbled in a childish tone, stumbling forth.

Veleda didn't let go until they were at least a good distance away. Stupid guy couldn't control himself from laughing. Once they were away, she freed herself and even shoved him away a little, then completely lost it. Cracking up like an idiot, she held the wall for support.
"Ugly girl!" She hissed between breaths, holding her aching stomach. The laughing wasn't helping the already empty stomach.
"Did you-did you look at their faces?!" She asked, leaning against the wall and slowing down a bit, breathing steadily. But then she remembered the way they'd tripped over each other and Ryan shouting for her to get off, and held her mouth to stop herself from anymore laughing.

(Oh God. Look what my obsession made me do. ->
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I'm going crazier...Help moi...)

Placing her hands at her waist, she breathed in once again, regaining control of herself.
"Huh, what?" At first she didn't comprehend his statement, but slowly a smirk made way up her lip. She was slightly surprised, greatly amused and not to forget- seriously hungry. And she clearly wouldn't mind chomping down a large pizza all by herself. But right now she felt like taking pleasure in the way he had offered her.
"Ya asking me out, punk?" She grinned, clicking her tongue, "When you will ever learn? Asking me out won't give you a promotion." She shook her head dismissively and gave him a stern look.
"Nope."

(YAY! YOU LIKEY. Yes, it's Ryan's. I just loved that quote. And SURE-DEE-DOO. I just can't find good backgrounds. But here's more.
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"Check out the attitude." She whistled when he turned.
Instead of following him, she kicked him in the back and kept up. "Ha! Let's go freak more people out." She commented, happily. She was planning to remove her name from his face, but thought otherwise. It would be fun. And anyway, she didn't want to delay food.
Turning on the GPRS she checked out for the nearest spots around. A food place only a few streets away was available, which only made her pace faster. Getting to it, she looked herself in the glass doors.
"Look at that," She pointed at the glass at her own and Ryan's reflection. "So hawt."
(Hue hue hue. ^-^)

It was fun hitting him. Especially now that he had started shouting as well. "Meh, I'm still thinking about it." She shrugged.
"Oh look, you're there too. Sorry, didn't notice you under the overwhelming power of my dazzling beauty." She commented, following and getting in first by squeezing through. The smell of a typical hotel assaulting her and making her even more hungry.
"OH, THE LORDS OF CUISINE AND DELICACIES. I OFFER THEE MY REGARDS." She said aloud, probably getting everybody's attention. Then acting as if it was completely normal, she moved towards a table for two and crossed her legs on the chair. "WHERE ART THOU, OH LOYAL SERVANTS OF THIS BEAUTY?" She said, looking for waiters. Who simply stared at her just like everyone else.

Veleda finally caught an eye with a waiter, looking out of place and dubious. She clapped her hands and motioned for him to come. He looked at his fellow for confirmation, then slowly walked towards the table. Straightening up, he asked in a formal tone. "What would you like, Ma'am?"
"What is it that you offer?"
"We have-"
"SILENCE!" She stamped a hand on the table. When she was sure that the waiter literally shook under her volume, she spoke softly with a smile. "Pepperoni pizza, if you will please." She said, "Same goes for my apprentice." And the waiter scuttled away, bringing their order after five minutes.
Veleda realized, just like many other places, this one was also crowded with grown ups. Mostly, getting back to their meals but some still viewing them with either annoyance or envy.
Getting back to her plate, she slapped her hands together and closed her eyes, "MY SOUL, MY LOVE, FINALLY WE HAVE REUNITED." She folded the pizza slice and took a bite, shooing the waiter away with a hand.

"I'm the Captain, you're the soldier. There's a reason for that." She stated with a glare.
She noticed the child and hid a smile. No matter her outright hate for the human population, she couldn't help but love the innocence a child had. But then they just grow up and corrupt themselves. Nevertheless, she held a soft spot for them. She was about to ask her name when Ryan made her go. She gave him a death-glare and went back to her pizza.
She didn't know if that's how she'd react, but she answered the last phrase. "Yes, I don't think so. I do enjoy it when I beat one to a pulp. Lovely feeling." She said, shrugging casually. But then came back to the point. "I don't know really. I love... " Now that she thought about it, there weren't many things she loved. My mom, yeah. That's one human she loved. But a thing.
"My banjo." She inhaled, daydreaming about her guitar. She named it banjo just so she could annoy people and confuse them to death. "My lurvely banjo! I MISS IT!" She chomped down another slice, unable to wait anymore. She probably looked crazy, so she slowed down a bit.
"And you? Your love is probably being an annoying je-" She stopped herself, that term was reserved for real jerks. Ryan was annoying all right but didn't deserve it. "Brat." She finished, correcting herself.

(I should probably stop but-)
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"Honey, names don't matter to me. Tell me once I've used yours." She said, raising her eyebrows. "Ryan was it?" She finished a slice and looked up, "So you see...I like to live mysteriously..." She whispered in the same way she had when she'd met him. Though she felt like it was quite unfair, now that they had been through a lot of unexpected dangerous stuff. But she didn't feel like telling him anyway.
She made a mental note of hiding away her beloved banjo in a dungeon and gulping down the keys. But the thought itself made her tired, also making it clear how much she loved it. Her obsession with the instrument was sometimes a bit too much. She wasn't sure she wanted anymore people to know that.
At his denial, she looked up, a bit surprised. How was it that a person like him didn't love anything? Veleda had concluded he'd start up with the list of 'What is there not to love?' and had planned to regret asking him. But it turned out the other way, so she wondered if he simply didn't want to share. But for a person as annoying as him, it seemed impossible.
"Well, I refuse to believe that." She said simply, cleaning her hands with a tissue and mopping her face. "It's either you're embarrassed to tell me or you just have some other silly nonsensical reason made up by yourself."

(But-)

She was amused at his attempt at sarcasm. "You're a danger to people's hearing senses," She answered, still wondering why she remembered his name.
Veleda tilted her head, "Aven isn't my last name. Boohoo, fooled ya!" She exclaimed, raising a victorious hand in air. "It's my middle name." She explained, still not in any mood to give up. The curious kitty had to wait more.
Suddenly she got a little serious and entwined her fingers, placing her elbows on the table. She spoke softly but emphasized every word. "Names don't make any difference. It's the heart." She finished. She had a strong belief in that statement, even though she'd never before shared it with anyone before. She felt like names were just a reminder of being ordinary, a part of the human race. While personalities were what really made an actual difference. So what was the reason to call anyone Bob, Cob, Dob, Nod? When you could just call them, mustache man, funny face, weirdo? Made more sense. Apart from the humoristic turn of thoughts, the heart was really what mattered. And she felt weird now to have told him that. Sharing her beliefs wasn't really something usual.
Veleda felt success. So there was something he loved. She smirked and pulled her hoodie to her face, "But what if we never meet again?" She whispered in a sing-song voice, "What if this is just an illusion, a dream that you are yet to wake up from?"
She widened her eyes dramatically. "What if you're asleep, dear apprentice?"

(Because this obsession is getting way too much and-)
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"Well intended. I'm glad you noticed." She said with a straight face, giving a head-bow.
The conversation was getting interesting and Veleda answered promptly, "Well, that is for you to judge isn't it? You're an annoying fellow, that's what you are." She added but continued her theory, "Existence isn't something we can question really, though I do it occasionally. I'm just a fraction of life about to extinct. Naming me won't change that. But knowing me might." She finished slowly, frowning a little.

"Which, I'm afraid you haven't been able to do so. Nor have I in your case. " She shrugged, "Whatsoever, it still doesn't matter what my name is. I'll forget yours just like you'd forget mine. It's the personality that matters." She said aloud her thoughts. "Say, if we never meet again. Years later, if we're alive and well, not murdered, huh." She grinned for a second, "We won't remember the names. We'd remember how you irritate people and how I constantly abused you." She placed her hands in front, "See now?"
Veleda raised an impressed eyebrow. She wasn't expecting to be remembered. But apparently, according to him he'd remember her. She was going to be sarcastic and say how she was thoroughly touched, until he said the last part. "So what you're saying is, you can't have nightmares? Nobody ever insulted you in your life?" She said in displeasure, "That's a whole lot of vanity."

(Nobody needs to! They are ours. We'll just use them over and over in fanfics and die.)