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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 23, 2012 19:46:05 GMT -8
Never Leave A Man's Work... Just about the time that he was about to make "quick work" of Delilah, the Militia engineer was pulled away and... "Lady Kahlessi" set to work on her. As in... they were beginning to roll around on the floor, stripping their clothes off... and making out with each other.
Furiously.
The mostly male-dominated crowd did indeed start cheering and hollaring, the heckling on the German being transferred into crowdlust.
He contemplated getting a bucket of seawater.
The doors opened again, but the German didn't pay it any heed... until he realized that his guest for the week had woken up and decided to join them. Turning profile to face Vincent, the German raised a brow, and smiled, unabashedly."Ze British girl straddling the black-haired girl is... 'Lady Kahlessi,' an old friend of mine," he said, pointing to her."She's a tease.
"Ze uzzer one is Delilah Black, also an extremely old friend who delights in plots (OOC: HUR HUR, PONY REFERENCE) und ist filled vith energy."He returned his gaze to look down at Delilah, who had just stripped off her top.
...And then he turned his finger to Vincent."Und du..."SUDDENLY HOOKING THE MAN BY THE COLLAR OF HIS SHIRT.
PULLING THE MAN'S LIPS DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO HIS OWN.
EYE LOCKING ONTO HIS, EYE NARROWING, COY..."...are about to help me show these girls zat men can do it better."Hot breath, trailing all over Vincent's neck. Nose grazing against the man's cheek...
..."Unfettered's" other hand... slipping up the side of this man's face and into his hair... tugging. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 13:52:07 GMT -8
Bastille paused and turned, glancing with a raised brow at the men.
"Oh this will be good" a competition? Might as well observe them and let them think they have a chance to win. She shot Delilah a coy look, lips pursed.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 24, 2012 14:52:03 GMT -8
((ooc: due to my current posting situation, I apologise in advance for the post that will do your guys' posts no justice.))
Over Bastille's shoulder, Delilah would open her eyes a peek to gauge "Unfettered"'s reaction. A second male approached, one she hadn't seen or met before with white hair and strange violet eyes. He seemed very familiar with "Unfettered", though, watching him listen as the German explained the two writhing females.
And then he hooked the clean-cut, grim eyed man by the collar.
Wait... her eyes opened slightly more in surprise as "Unfettered" pulled this new man closer, roughly.
What in the name of--HEY!
WHAT THE SHIT WAS THIS?!
For a moment, Delilah was confused. Then it made sense( THAT'S WHY we never got together!). Then it made MORE sense.
Crafty German bastard. And...new guy?
Yeah, still no idea what to make of him.
Delilah turned her attention back to Bastille as she spoke. Delilah caught the glint in the other girl's eye and understood.
Well, since they'd already taken it THIS FAR, she might as well roll with it.
She sat up forcefully, pointing, breaking character with a wide grin and a laugh. "I KNEW IT! YOU'RE GAY!"
As if this was the result they'd planned all along.
The audience had turned their attention to their Zero and the strange newcomer with mixed cries of "Oh, what the HELL", "way to go, man, GAY PRIDE", as well as the general confused hollering of people who have no idea what the fuck is going on.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 14:55:27 GMT -8
Bastille just stood and dusted herself off and smirked.
"Glad that's over with. It was a pleasure working with you ms. Delilah" She bowed her head and then quickly, before the German could make a remark or turn this on them in any other way- stalked out of the hall. Very quickly.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 24, 2012 15:03:26 GMT -8
"You as well, Ms. Kahlessi." Delilah would reply as she too hopped to her feet, briskly zipping up her hoodie.
Before trotting off back to her rooms, Delilah would turn almost as an afterthought, wiggling her fingers in a wave, the devil's own smile curling her lips.
And then she too would take her leave, leaving "Unfettered" and his "lover" to deal with she crowd.
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Post by Vincent. on Oct 24, 2012 15:07:31 GMT -8
ooc: hahahahahahah posting order hahahahahahahaTook you all awhile
Vincent’s eyes went wide when he found himself suddenly leaning in toward the German, their faces intimately close. Immediately the man’s hands clutched at “Unfettered”’s waist to keep himself balanced as his knees felt weak all of a sudden. He raised his brow at the German questioningly.
”…in front of all these people?...” he whispered, though his fingers clutched a little more tightly at the man’s shirt. Vincent cast a sidelong glance at the two girls on the floor who had immediately taken notice of him. He glanced up at the crowd of jeering people filling the mess hall. He… …didn’t give a fuck what anybody else thought. Vincent reached up to take “Unfettered”’s face in his hands and pressed his lips onto the other’s. The deep kiss would last only a few seconds before Delilah’s high-pitched laugh broke the moment. “I KNEW IT! YOU’RE GAY!”Vincent pulled back and turned his head to give the girl a stern, rather unamused look. ”No shit, lady.”The man stepped away, threw one last glance at “Unfettered”, and then turned to walk back toward the German’s room before either of the females had the chance to respond. Vincent stalked through the opening the crowd made as he approached and reached up to pull off his tank top indignantly before he left. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 24, 2012 15:31:13 GMT -8
OOC: Not so fast, ladies...
Since the crowd wasn't RPed by any of you in regards to walking pas them or what have you... it technically gives me rights to commandeer them. Realistically. I count this especially in light of the breakdown of rounds... and no one technically put a "/thread" for themselves.
Etiquette rules and rules.~Mass It would be impossible for Bastille to stalk out of the hall before even stepping into the hall.
And surely, Delilah could wave off with a "devil's" smile or what have you and then trot to her room.
What both of them seemed to have forgotten, as an incredibly large detail was the GIGANTIC CROWD that the two of them seemed to have drawn into the mess hall, effectively blocking off the doorways.
Bastille would be rebuked by some of the less refined Crows, jeering her on."HEY LADY, WHAT ABOUT OUR SHOW!?" Delilah, no less a superior officer, would be similarly blocked by the crowd. "YEAH, FIRST, NOT ALL OF US WANNA SEE THIS GUY SHIT!" "EQUAL RIGHTS!" "FAIR'S FAIR!" "WOO, GAY PRIDE!" "YOU GONNA LET THE MEN OUTDO YOU!?" "YEAH, FETTY!" "C'MON LADIES, SHOW 'EM WHO'S BOSS" Meanwhile, "Unfettered" would walk up to both of them to put his arms over both their necks. Crooning.
To Delilah, he'd swing his long neck and rest it on her head if he got a chance, narrowing his eye deviously at her."Just because I didn't jump your pants... doesn't make me gay~," he whispered, heatedly. Perhaps referring to her lost chance, just moments prior. Alluding to hope. He didn't say it out loud for the crowd to hear, and he certainly didn't have anything to prove to anyone."...And you.~" he said, swiveling his head to lean suggestively towards "Lady Kahlessi's" neck."I've seen British tramps put on a better show than zis..."...Because in the end, no one really cared. There was no television. Right now, the ladies were trying to put an end to the only real entertainment that some of these ladies and gals had seen in months."BREAK OUT ZE DRINKS FOR THESE LADIES.
"IF ZEY STOP, VE STOP. LET'S GET ZIS PARTY GOING!"The crowd obliged... and the booze stocks were broken out.
OOC: Bring. It.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 26, 2012 8:11:28 GMT -8
((ooc; - reserved for the reply i will have when im done cracking up laughing- IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AIRPORT. *just got a plethora of awkward stares from the rest of GATE 6*))
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