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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 17, 2012 1:16:55 GMT -8
((OOC: Bastille and "Unfettered" should be first to post, and then after my NEXT post, consider the thread open))
Delilah sat in the mess hall, looking quite the mess. She had positioned herself near the door, though with her back to the actual entrance, so unless someone was looking directly at her face they would fail to notice the normally collected First Crow's haggard appearance.
She would have her hands laced together, pressed tightly to her lips, a deep look of malcontent on her face even as her blue eyes wavered and shook with tears on the brink of spilling out. Her jet black hair hung loose in messy waves, her skin flushed with what would appear to be anger. All this, however, was simply hidden by a zip-up hoodie drawn up over her head. This was just so no one walking into the room would recognize her by the shade of her hair or by her usual attire.
Not until she saw fit.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 1:34:48 GMT -8
Bastille- or rather dressed as she always did around the crows (since only two knew Bastille was even alive) as the mysterious red headed woman. She sauntered in the hall, her own disposition as fowl as the aura given off by the hooded figure. She would storm up and down the mess hall, tears in her eyes and hotly accusing everyone of being in her way. She should have been an actress, really. They both should have.
Her red hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her black turtle neck dress seemed to ride ever higher as she stomped to and fro. Finally she grabbed a water bottle and chucked it at the hooded figure, narrowly missing.
"He doesn't know me at all, truly, if he thinks for one second I'm going to stay quiet about this! You, bitch, you're the one clamping her clammy hands all over my man."
Her purple hues looked betrayed, although to anyone watching closely- she looked more made at herself and at the girl in the hood...rather than any man she was mentioning.
"Unfettered's mine! So back off!" She spat, although (again) another's name seemed to fit mysteriously better....although no one could even begin to fathom who the 'others' name could possibly be.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 17, 2012 2:04:08 GMT -8
OOC: This thread occurs just after that one thread between you two, yeah? So earlier in the year?What There was surprisingly little trouble that was typically associated with the mess hall at any given point. Every now and then a rabble rouser would have something "significant" to say or tensions would be high and a fight would break. Thankfully, of of the Militia would typically be there to break it up... or if particularly unlucky, "Unfettered" or Kiyoshi would either be there or called in to deal with it.
Today, "Unfettered" was in his room, pouring over his study. A fierce series of panicked knocks would assault his door. While in the middle of detailing something, the line became crooked in his surprise. The German made one of his rare growls."VAT."He was under a lot of stress today. There was a lot of today that depended on his ability to perform."Sir! There seems to be... two of your women getting into a cat fight in the mess hall." "V---Vat do du mean my women?"However, it didn't matter at that point. The German's door would swing open violently, revealing a rather tight-lipped German staring on out. His narrowed eye lazed down the trainee, before softening his features to fit something more... neutral. White t-shirt, typical belted jeans, boots and socks out of habit, and his hair in pony-tail to keep out of his face.
He would stalk into the mess hall.
Completely clueless.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 17, 2012 2:25:51 GMT -8
Delilah would flinch back as the water within the bottle splashed across her face, turning her hurt, bloodshot eyes on the perpetrator. They narrowed to vicious slits.
"He doesn't know me at all, truly, if he thinks for one second I'm going to stay quiet about this! You, bitch, you're the one clamping her clammy hands all over my man."
She began to shake then, as if restraining herself. Rage was painted all over her face, her lips pulled back in a snarl to expose her tightly clenched teeth.
"Unfettered's mine! So back off!"
"YOURS?!" she shouted suddenly, banging her hands flat against the table as she jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over with a crash. She stormed towards the girl and yanked her hood down, stopping only a foot away as she yelled at the top of her considerable yet cracking voice. "I WAS HERE FIRST, YOU SLUT! YOU WERE AS GOOD AS DEAD BEFORE HE BROUGHT YOUR SORRY ASS BACK FROM WHAT EVER GUTTER YOU CONGEALED IN, YOU MAN STEALING WHORE!"
She would give Bastille a shove to her shoulders in an effort to push her back. All eyes in the mess hall would be on them and a few people were starting to trickle in, drawn by the shrill shouting.
"YOU BETTER BACK THE FUCK OFF!"
The 'or else' would be implied.
((OOC: Something like that. Before Bastille went off to the Dragons at any rate.
THREAD IS NOW OPEN.))
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 11:25:24 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes narrowed.
"Oh ho ho ho!- Lets get one thing straight young miss priss...NO ONE is Dead until you see a body at your feet you ungra-" She growled and was suddenly cut off. She looked at the man in the door way and snorted.
"Oh great- the big cheese himself.- this is so stupid"
she was using a lot of her energy to keep her british accent out of this tid bit. She had a persona to maintain.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 17, 2012 23:30:29 GMT -8
WAT "Unfettered's mine! So back off!" The German's hackles stood up.
He recognized that voice."YOURS?!"'Oh Gott.'"I WAS HERE FIRST, YOU SLUT! YOU WERE AS GOOD AS DEAD BEFORE HE BROUGHT YOUR SORRY ASS BACK FROM WHAT EVER GUTTER YOU CONGEALED IN, YOU MAN STEALING WHORE!"The German definitely recognized that voice."YOU BETTER BACK THE FUCK OFF!""H-Hey...""Oh great- the big cheese himself.- this is so stupid" "JA, Ich would agree." the German would nod irritably, incredulously...
It had been months since his brows had risen so high up his forehead. He would walk towards them, holding up his hands."EVERYONE ELSE OUT. VAT ZE---VAT ZE HELL ARE DU TWO TALKING ABOUT!?"Flustered?
Maybe a little. Maybe a lot. Maybe his voice cracked a little. He felt his blood pulsing in confusion as he stood, flanking the two. Another step and he'd forcibly try to push the two apart. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 23:47:20 GMT -8
"NO, EVERYONE STAY THE FUCK PUT- I want everyone to see you're humiliation as you try to explain yourself to us!" Bastille snapped.
"I think that's one thing she and I can agree on"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 17, 2012 23:56:29 GMT -8
Delilah would round on "Unfettered and slap the German's hands away as he approached them. She picked up where Bastille left off, emotion clogging her voice and anger emanating from her.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" she almost screeched. "I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING, YOU PROMISED ME SO MUCH."
A brief pause as tears gathered in her eyes.
"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!"[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 18, 2012 0:22:00 GMT -8
"NO, EVERYONE STAY THE FUCK PUT- I want everyone to see you're humiliation as you try to explain yourself to us!" Something was wrong here, the German realized."I think that's one thing she and I can agree on" Yes, something was definetely wrong here. He looked at Bastille or Kahlessi or whatever. Yes, Bastille was definitely the type to---"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"The German's gaze snapped over to the completely distraught looking Delilah. Hell, he looked at what the both of them were wearing. How they were acting. His face continued to go red, but---"I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING, YOU PROMISED ME SO MUCH."At this, the German's mouth gaped. People had stayed to watch. Yeah, people were watching, and some were even booing their commander."I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!"[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR] ...A certain amount of color drained from the German's face. Not from sudden nausea or fatigue or anything. His lips became tightly pursed, as he raised his head up to stare at Delilah."But du... have Stu Pott."Still slightly incredulous. But there seemed to be an unnatural amount of cooling in his face."...Und since when did du decide Ich was yours?" |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 18, 2012 0:40:52 GMT -8
"ARE YOU HONESTLY, denying being with her?!" Bastille hissed. "You're lower than I thought"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 18, 2012 0:53:03 GMT -8
"But du... have Stu Pott."
Uh-oh. She knew that look.
"MY SONS NAME IS OLIVER YOU SON OF A BITCH."
Twisting the statement ever so slightly.
"...Und since when did du decide Ich was yours?"
Yesterday.
"Oh, I don't know, around the time you said I was the only one you cared for!" she snarled. Now Delilah turned her hell fire onto Bastille.
He had asked good questions. Sensible questions. Damn German was too smart for his own good, it wouldn't be long before the audience figured it out as well.
And so the only sensible solution was to escalate.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Delilah threw herself at Bastille in an attempt to tackle her to the ground.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 18, 2012 2:47:49 GMT -8
Two's A Tango
Three's A Waltz
Theme Song: Piano Black from Cowboy Bebop Boos.
At the German."HEY, FETTY, YOU MAN-SLUT. THE FUCK MAN." "YOU'S A TWO-TIMIN' BITCH!" "ARE YOU HONESTLY, denying being with her?!" Bastille would seemingly chime right on in at "Unfettered, a biting hiss."...Ja.""THE FUCK, BOSS." "You're lower than I thought" "YOU TELL 'IM GIRL." Jeering. Maybe some of the guys were jealous that these two would even bother with him. Heavens knew that any military-based thing exactly teeming with estrogen. If anything, this incident would only give the men a reason to resent him.
The wheels in his head began turning the more time went on, cooling."MY SONS NAME IS OLIVER YOU SON OF A BITCH."'Clever.' Slowly, the German began to decipher what was going on. But then he did the worst thing... and he smiled.
If he was going to be accused of being a womanizer, he was ready to look the damn part."Oh, I don't know, around the time you said I was the only one you cared for!"Error on his part, he meant to direct that to Bastille. But he turned to face both of them... just in time to see Delilah pounce on top of Bastille."THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"---If the German was in time, he would catch Delilah's left wrist and she'd feel a cool, smoothing sensation frost over her stomach. If he wasn't, then he'd lean over both of them with Delilah presumably on top... and would slide a cold finger down her back while his cold grasp would slick down her side."...Du zwei need to chill out," he would say with unnerving calm, almost seductive."Zis vas mein fault," he'd continue to croon, leaning over Delilah a little more closely...
Smiling as he entered their game.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2012 0:01:32 GMT -8
Oh. Hell. No. This german was not going to ruin her fun by 'acting' into it. He wasn't allowed.
Bastille smirked, ignoring him- fighting against him and Delilah. Good girl, this chick really knew how to hold her own in a plot. The Brit made a mental note to plan escapades with her more often. Bastille threw herself down, but just as the German went to touch them- to pull them apart, the disguised Brit pulled out her extreme card. In the midst of the scuffle, she would manage to turn them both over and out of Unfettereds reach by a mere couple inches and at the end, her legs would be straddling Delilahs hips and her lips would be firmly planted on the other girls lips- hand holding their faces together tightly.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 23, 2012 0:18:05 GMT -8
And before "Unfettered" and his icy grasp could pull them apart, Bastille engaged the second part of the plan.
It was...weird. Delilah had never even thought of another girl romantically before, let ALONE kissed one. It was uncomfortable and familiar all at once. She hadn't noticed it before, but boobs were weird.
But now there were cat calls and whistles and generally whooping from the male dominated audience, so she played it up, her zipped up hoodie coming undone slightly to reveal a black and pink lace lingerie bra that might have been just slightly too small as her hands roamed Bastille's body while they rolled around, making-out.
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Vincent.
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Bullets + Nicotine
Don't bleed on the carpet.
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Post by Vincent. on Oct 23, 2012 19:17:53 GMT -8
...Women.
Vincent was asleep.
…In the German’s bed. Naked.
A dull roar was breaking through the surface of his dark dreams. Distant voices grew in intensity until at last they woke him, blinking, confused, staring at the ceiling.
"Unfettered's mine! So back off!" [/i] ...Wha?Vincent narrowed his eyes at the ceiling, trying to make sense of… "YOURS?!"
"I WAS HERE FIRST, YOU SLUT! YOU WERE AS GOOD AS DEAD BEFORE HE BROUGHT YOUR SORRY ASS BACK FROM WHAT EVER GUTTER YOU CONGEALED IN, YOU MAN STEALING WHORE!"
"YOU BETTER BACK THE FUCK OFF!"[/i][/color] Vincent’s eyes widened and he sat up slowly, clutching the sheets to his bare chest. He glanced around, noticing that “Unfettered” wasn’t in the room. Then he heard the German’s voice out in the hall, with the… "I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!"[/i][/color] …Oh what the hell.Vincent’s eyes narrowed in a rather displeased manner. He threw off the sheets, plucked his clothes off the floor, and purposefully got dressed as the ridiculous yelling continued. He didn’t bother putting hit boots on. As he stalked into the hall, he had… no idea what to expect. …Girls making out on the floor. Okay. Not too interesting. Vincent walked up to “Unfettered”’s side with his hands in his pockets. He threw the man a questioning, sidelong glance, his eyes still slightly narrowed. ”…So.”[/blockquote][/size] |
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