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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 6, 2012 23:47:17 GMT -8
Well SURPRISE!
The mans eyes went wide as Delilah threw her legs around his neck and began to squeeze, cutting off his air supply before he found himself spun completely around and before long, his skull was bouncing off the pavement as he was brought to the ground.
And he didn't even get a chance to enjoy the whole head between the legs thing.
By the time he had come back to his senses, Delilah was out of arms reach (Shame) and was back on her feet. He knew deep down through the concussion fueled haze that he would have to be too if he wanted to avoid a swift kick to the head or some such thing.
Well! Time to take the direct approach!
Pulling his legs up and slipping into a crouch, Marcus would immediatly spring forward into a pounce with the sole purpose of tackling Delilah back to the ground before tangling her up. He would lock her limbs in place by intertwining them with his own, keeping her head in place by pressing down on it with his own throbbing noggin.
"AAaaaaaand PINNED!"
He would say with a great big smile.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 7, 2012 2:46:40 GMT -8
As she tried to shake the dizziness away (relying on the fact she had just sent Marcus for a spin...literally), she registered far too late that she was still very much in danger.
"ACK!!"
He tackled her and Delilah fought futilely against his strong limbs before her back met the hard ground. She tucked her chin close to her chest to prevent another knock to her head. She couldn't roll, not with his weight pressed up against her like it was, not with his limbs entangling hers like they were, not with his head forcing hers back and onto the pavement...oh.
"AAaaaaaand PINNED!"
She stopped trying to squirm her way free as she experienced a flash of deja vu that made her heart twist in her chest. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw on his wrist the red ribbon she had given him a couple months prior, smelled the familiar tang of his sweat and musk, felt his warm body pressed up against hers, looking into those perplexing brown eyes and seeing the enthusiastic grin spread across his face...it was...
Stopping herself before she could think about it anymore, Delilah did the only thing she could do in this situation, cheeky as it was. Her tongue darted out between her lips and flicked the tip of his nose playfully...which would hopefully be surprising enough for him to draw his head back. This simple action would give her back control of her spine, allowing her to twist her hips slightly to the side underneath him as she would buck them, flipping Marcus over onto HIS back to pin him, one leg sliding up high between his legs, her knee threateningly close to his more sensitive areas. If this were successful, she would grin down at Marcus as she hovered just above him, his legs and arms entangled in the exact same ways he had locked hers. It was really convenient that locks worked both ways.
He was still stronger than she was by a long shot. If he wanted to muscle his way out of this, he would, once the surprise factor wore off. She had left his head free to move on purpose just for that. Hell, but her head was sore.
"Aw, has the Big Bad Wolf-man had enough?" knowing full well what the answer would be, she would stick her tongue out at him.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 7, 2012 19:57:03 GMT -8
Well didn't this just bring back old memories. Pressed so close up against her, he could still smell the raspberry scent of her hair, which sent him right back through time to that fateful morning where the two of them were making out like horny teenagers...
NOPE! Back to the fight. Focus man, focus!
And then she licked his nose. The man had fought against hundreds of people who used hundreds of different styles but this was the FIRST EVER time he had his nose licked during combat. Even if it WAS a sparring match.
Completely unprepared for another wicked tricksy trick, Marcus recoiled like a pup who just got his snout blown on as he forgot himself, released his hold on Delilah and began to wipe his nose off his sleeve.
Wich left him WIDE ASS OPEN for a well timed reversal, leaving him stunned and on his back, looking up at a grinning Delilah.
"I am so very not used to this."
It was true. In all his life, Marcus could count on one hand the amount of times he had been outwrestled, nevermind that it was through wicked tricksy tricks!
"Aw, has the Big Bad Wolf-man had enough?"
It was a shame that she was close enough that Marcus could have bitten her tongue if he wanted t-
Hey wait a minute!
Striking as fast as a snake, he would quickly crane his neck forward and wrap his mouth around Delilah's tongue, biting down, but not hard enough to hurt, just enough for her to notice. A mischevious glint lit up in his eyes, taunting her with an 'I gotchu!' kind of look.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 7, 2012 20:16:46 GMT -8
Her smug, satisfied chuckle quickly turned into a yelp of pain as he darted forth and bit her tongue (which in all honesty, she REALLY should have expected). Surprised, she withdrew her head with a snap, chewing her tongue thoughtfully as her cheeks reddened for...a lot of reasons.
Then she caught the look on his face, the devilish gleam in his eye, the look of satisfaction on his face...well, it brought out her competitive nature, which, while it went mostly underused these days, still ran deeP.
"OH-HO! Think we're clever, do we?" she leaned forward slightly to his left, her cheek just brushing his, her grin widening maliciously as she neared her target. "You asked for this."
She immediately began to assault his ear, using her previously gained knowledge of the man to cause him absurd amounts of ticklish discomfort as she bit and nibbled every part she could reach, laughing in his ear as she forced his limbs to remain where they were. Not trying to bite it off, but not being really kind about it either.
In the fading haze of their fight and her honest enjoyment with Marcus, thoughts of Stu were temporarily at the very back of her mind. Here, she was just trying to gain the upper hand, albeit in a very fun way.
But she also thought they were alone.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 7, 2012 21:12:47 GMT -8
"OH-HO! Think we're clever, do we? You asked for this."
"Asked for- Wait a minute what do you think your Doing woma-Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! My Kryptoniiiiiiiiiiiite!!!!!!!"
It was far too late for Marcus to do anything at all but wiggle and squirm underneath Delilah as she outright assaulted his earlobe. kicking out his legs only caused them both to spin in place. Unable to control himself, he let out a groan of pain-pleasure as Del bit down hard.
'Oooooh this is baaaaad. Very very bad! I promised I would be a good boy and behave and THIS IS NOT BEHAVING!'
Especialy when her neck was so exposed. Well she wanted to play dirty and if there was one thing Marcus was always good for, was a challenge! So Marcus would do the only sensible thing at the moment. He would turn his head toward her, open his mouth and bite roughly into the soft, warm velvety flesh of her neck.
'Let's see you Top THAT! Errrr....on second thought.....Damnit! Why does she have to be so........ARGH! DAMN YOU STU!'
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 7, 2012 21:50:55 GMT -8
"Asked for- Wait a minute what do you think your Doing woma-Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! My Kryptoniiiiiiiiiiiite!!!!!!!"
Still laughing maniacally as she chomped down on his ear, she hardly noticed as Marcus shifted his head ever so slightly. But she definitely noticed when he clamped his mouth down on her neck.
Delilah shivered, letting out a gasp of surprise at the sensation, immediately reminiscent of that night when she first discovered she liked that sort of thing she and Marcus first met and got seriously fucked up by some asshole bandits.
Feeling heat begin to rise within her, she relaxed and shifted her body against him, her lower half grinding mercilessly against his, teeth moving down to nip at his collar bone. She couldn't help herself, not against that disarming smile, those smiling eyes, those...strong muscles. One arm disengaged from his to begin ghosting across his chest and up to his hair too--
"AHEM"
"BAH!"
Like a pair of cats drenched with scalding water, Delilah bailed off Marcus in a neat feline pounce, hitting the ground with her hands and coming up in a roll and drawing a knife, wide eyed and flushed. She did not like being caught off guard like that, even less so when she was...when they were...
She suppressed another shiver, quietly hating herself.
Then she caught a glimpse of all the eyes on them and glowered, sheathing her knife as she pinched the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb.
"...and how long have you lot been there?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 10, 2012 1:58:17 GMT -8
The nipping, the grinding, the heavy breathing. Marcus knew quite well where this was going and he was pretty damn sure this wasen't going to be a good idea, despite how much he wanted this. This thing right here.
Oooooh how much he wanted this.
Marcus didn't want to admit it to himself, but there was still a small part of him that just couldn't let Delilah go despite the fact she was a married woman. It was the same part that ensured he always tied her ribbon around his wrist every morning.
To be fair, letting go probably would have been alot easier if it wasen't for moments like these. He enjoyed the affection. The nips and bites, the soft warm hand rubbing his chest.
Hey! He had a hand free!
Well, when oppourtunity struck, it was always best to abuse it no?
Reaching up, he gently craddled the back of her head and guided her face closer to his, feeling her hot breath tickle his mustache, anticipating the feel of her soft pouty lips......
"AHEM"
At this exact point in time, somebody somewhere had just pulled a record violently from a record player in an extreme example of cosmic coincidence.
Cats drenched with Scalding water was a rather apt description of how quickly the two disengaged the second they were caught. As del leapt away, Marcus jerked and rolled before quickly pulling himself up to his feet.
"OH! UMMMMM.....YES, GOOD JOB DELILAH! THAT IS INDEED HOW YOU PROPERLY GET OUT OF A FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!"
He said alittle louder than was really nessisary. Obviously fooling noone. Well didn't this just put him in an akward position. Last thing he needed was Stu finding out. Not that he thought anyone from the Wolfpack would blab on him, but god DAMN did he know they would hang this over his head for awhile.....
"...and how long have you lot been there?"
Surprisingly it would be Joe who would speak up. A Massive smirk on her face.
"Ooooh you know. Long enough to watch a Wrestling match turn into something alittle more...intimate. I hafta sat, I ne'er seen moves like That before. Whatcha call it?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 10, 2012 3:49:07 GMT -8
"Ooooh you know. Long enough to watch a Wrestling match turn into something alittle more...intimate. I hafta sat, I ne'er seen moves like That before. Whatcha call it?"
'Infidelity 101'?
'Sexy Techniques for the Adulterous Super Vixen'?
'How to be a horrible person'?
Way to make yourself feel god-awful, Del.
Good. You should.
She pushed aside these despairing thoughts for the time being, lowering her hand from her face, facing the surrounding eyes with far more unflinching confidence than she felt, hands behind her back as she stood at attention.
"If you want a 'combative' way to refer to it, they're useful ways of out maneuvering an opponent." she explained, her voice somewhat clipped and considerably chillier than the heat that flushed her cheeks. She wasn't trying to save face (it as way too late for that and to do so would likely lose more respect from her men than she already had), but she certainly was answering the question without actually addressing it, tweaking the words just as she did to joints to lock them up.
"And you do that by biting people?" Cain piped in, raising his pierced eyebrows challengingly.
The left corner of her mouth briefly twitched at this before she resumed her cool expression and tone, "If the option presents itself and there's nothing better that you could be doing, yeah. I had a guy put me in a full body lock a couple weeks ago and the only thing I could do was bite his thigh." Poor unsuspecting Levi.
Delilah was still telling the truth and being nice about it, but she was avoiding the real meanings behind the probing questions. That was obvious, of course, but it would be even more obvious that she did NOT want to discuss the matter further.
Some people, though, were bad at hint taking.
"And that's why you jumped like someone just set you on fire?" Talon remarked skeptically, folding his arms across his barrel chest, obviously enjoying the situation.
Delilah turned her head slowly to fix Talon with a look, her lips tugged into a small smile that did not reach her eyes. "That depends. I've had the misfortune of actually setting myself on fire once or twice. Have you ever been set on fire, Talon?"
He balked at the rather unexpected question, brow furrowing as he blinked in surprise. "Well, uh..."
"It's pretty unpleasant. Of course it sucks getting burned, but fire has a way of invoking a primal fear in you, and that is by far the worst part. Knowing that if you don't deal with it, that the fire will move from your clothes to your hair, to your skin...can you imagine not being able to do anything about it?"
The only two members of her team present were silent for a moment as she spoke of this in perfectly casual tones, just staring at her as they comprehended the scope of what she was talking about.
"Any further questions, you two?" she wouldn't dare talk this way to Marcus' group, this was reserved for the people she trained. Though they would be around to hear it.
"Uh, no."
"No, ma'am."
Thank God... "Alright then. Cain, Talon, you're..." she would frown suddenly, realizing she was missing a name on that list and looked around. Birch would have definitely piped up by now if he were here...he was the kind that couldn't resist that sort of thing. She would return her gaze to her men. "Where's Birch?"
Cain and Talon both exchanged puzzled glances here before looking back at Delilah. "I thought he was with us, actually."
"No, no, he went into the bunks with Oliver and that flirty red haired g--oh SHIT."
They took off at a dead run back the way they came and Delilah let out a small sigh, turning her head back to look at the people who remained behind, answers at the ready, if she needed them.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 11, 2012 6:51:47 GMT -8
Brrrrrrrr! Marcus was standing behind Delilah and still he could feel the chill in her tone down to his bones. His team, realizing that someone OTHER than themselves were about to get grilled so they had wisely decided to keep thier mouths shut through Delilah's entire bout of quiet fury. Or at least what looked like quiet fury. The urge to fidget was damn near overpowering by this point, as if he was a boy just caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Only alittle worse this time around.
The fact he didn't even try to stop her........
'Oh god this is SO my fault. I should have known something like this would happen!'
She spoke directly to her men which was something Marcus definatly appreciated. Nobody chewed his pack out but him. Just as he wouldn't dare throw his weight into any of her boys. Proffesional courtesy and all that. Crossing his arms infront of his muscular chest, he contented himself to stare at the ground before him and glower as if the very pavement was at fault for all of this.
"Where's Birch?"
"What?"
Marcus' head shot up from his navel gazing at the mention of Delilahs swarthy underling.
"I thought he was with us, actually."
"No, no, he went into the bunks with Oliver and that flirty red haired g--oh SHIT."
Thistle would just sigh and shake his head.
"Oh common now, I doubt Fox is dumb enough to pull anything with a kid and Silent nearby!"
Unfortuantly Sleepy wouldn't be so easily disuaded.
"Jesus, I dunno man. You saw the way she was giving him moon eyes....errrr, eye."
Leaving Frost to chime in.
"One would trust Fox to understand the innapropriatness of such a situation as-"
"Ya fecking kiddin me? Womans been prowlin like a bitch in heat since-"
It was Croaker who interupted, watching as Talon and Cain bolted for the bunkhouse.
"HEY! The're buggin! let's go!"
Marcus would watch as his pack scrambled after the two men, not knowing at all exactly what they would find.
Macus sighed. This was NOT a reprieve. He would have to explain himself to them later. Just as he would have to explain himself right now.
"I'm sorry."
He would say, turning to Delilah, scratching the back of his head, an old habit of his when he got nervous and fidgety.
"Honestly I didn't mean to.......I didn't realize........I should have stopped that. I should have known better."
Finaly he would let out another sigh, almost visably deflating.
"I fucked up didn't I?"
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Meanwhile in the bunkhouse, after putting Oliver and Silent to bed, the unlikely pair would find themselves on a bed, sitting across each other deep in conversation, unbenownst to the storm approaching them.
"......And that's how I got this little memento"
She would say, tracing her slender finger down her ruined eye socket, along her mutilated nose down to her lip.
"Physicaly I recovered quickly. I lost the eye, used to hide it with bandages for a long while. Emotionaly? Not so much. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing my face after what they did to me. In fact, they had me on suicide watch for almost three months. Funny what pride does to you hmm?"
She would say quietly with almost a fareaway look in her one remaining eye. The memories were harsh but time had blunted its edge.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 11, 2012 20:11:38 GMT -8
She let out a long breath as the rest of Marcus' team took off after hers, lowering her head and losing the frosty countenance she used for her subordinates. Lord, what a mess. She felt awful, and for multiple reasons: she put Marcus in a bad position with the people he trained, not to mention jeopardized their friendship. She potentially tarnished her impression of her men and his, she let her emotions, her...urges get the better of her, and, to top it all off, she had done all that with the thought of Stu in the back of her mind.
She turned back to look at Marcus, her mouth beginning to open so she could apologise. "I'm sorry." She balked, eyelids fluttering in surprise as her mouth abruptly closed. Delilah tilted her head to the side, a worry line creasing the space between her eyebrows as he spoke."Honestly I didn't mean to.......I didn't realize........I should have stopped that. I should have known better." "He" should have known better?!
"HE" should have known better?!?!?!?
If ANYONE was to blame, it was Delilah and her lack of self-control, not Marcus. What was worse, the cheerfulness and joviality she liked most about him was almost gone, because he felt that he was at fault. And THAT hurt her to see, knowing that she had caused it."I fucked up didn't I?" And then, a moment of clarity. Did he think that put a gigantic red 'x' over their friendship? Over the little token of hope tied around his wrist? Her confused and concerned expression smoothed over into a sad but sincere smile as she thought that maybe the answer was 'yes'.
She took a step towards him and took his large hand in both of hers--the one with the ribbon tied around it. For emphasis. Looking him dead in the eye, speaking softly.
"No, Marcus, you did not fuck up. And please don't be sorry. Remember earlier? 'No regrets', I think you said." Her smile widened a little, as if to drive the point home. "We got a little...carried away, but nothing has changed and nothing will unless you want it to. Okay?"
And behind her smile, Delilah would sigh inwardly. It was hypocritical of her to suggest he not regret anything when she herself was full of it, not with her ribbon tied around his wrist. Her regrets surrounding Marcus were numerous and conflicting...if she let herself think about them, to deal with them...well, she didn't want to think about that, either.
But she would let herself have this, her one regret, for however long he kept that ribbon on his wrist. It was the least she could do for him.
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Birch listened attentively to the attractive red-head as she told him her story, smiling plainly and nodding in all the right places. She was intriguing to say the least, but then, he had a thing for hardened women..Dora, Delilah (to a certain extent anyway. She was hella fun to bug, but too serious for his liking) and now this scratched up Russian maiden. The accent was also a turn-on, though not quite so much as the sultry air she carried about her like a velvet cloak. Despite her disfiguration, she was quite alluring.
"Mercy, my dear, but that is quite the tale..." He said with a sympathetic nod. "And while I wish I could say it was the first time I heard such a story, that would be a lie. This new world is unfortunately full of them. Though I am sorry yours had to be one of them."
The blonde man thought on it for a moment as he stroked his blonde scruff before passing a hand through his hair. He quirked an eyebrow as an endearing smirk pulled his lips. "You remind me of a friend of mine...Sergei. Not to be gentlemanly and point out your flaws, dear, but he was in the Russian army a decade or so ago. Got hit with a grenade. And HE'S still an alright guy. Trust me; with or without those scars, you are far more lovely a flower then the dressed up weeds I usually see."
He raised his head, hearing the thunder of oncoming footsteps, he grinned rogueishly, looking back at her. "Speaking of friends..."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 14, 2012 23:38:09 GMT -8
Sometimes, even big scary men need to feel reassured. Breathing a sigh of relief, in that moment Marcus looked to all the world like a young boy who had just recieved a pat on the head. A moment of sheer vulnerablility that was once again buried deep down so deep he could pretend it never existed. Resting his free hand against the back of Delilahs hand, Marcus locked his honey brown eyes on her piercing baby blues.
"Thanks Lilah. Naw, I'm good with what we got right now. I mean.....It be nice....you know....but you got Stu and I'm happy for the both of you."
He gave her hand a pat, the roguish grin begining to return to it's rightful place. He would pull his hand away gently from her grip and put his hands on his hips.
"Still, I'd rather we do that again a few more times. Grappling is definatly your achilles heel girl. Doesen't matter how strong I am, Technique generaly beats strength and if you want, I can show you a few techniques to slip out of holds and break locks. If you like it, I can show you other stuff too."
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So, this was the unabashed womanizer at work. Fox had heard ALL about Birch firsthand from all the women who's hearts he had broken. The Devil with the silver tongue, they all call him.
The hallmarks were all there. The flattery, the honeyed words. She would have laughed if he didn't sound so damn sincere.
To be honest though, she was playing it up just alittle bit. The story may or may not have been true, in fact even she couldn't remember if what she told Marcus himself was the truth or not, her recovery time was mercifully short, which was easy when one surrounded themselves with good friends as she did.
The fact of the matter was she had been baiting him gently, gauging his responces. Her plan? Why nothing less than taming the Silver tongued beast of course! Many have tried, to be sure, but Fox was as crafty as her namesake. The ultimate trick though would be to keep a level head in the face of such sincerity.
In fact.......
"You know, it's funny actualy. You sounded just like him"
She commented, her voice flavored by a light hint of her russian accent. It was true though. Marcus had made it his mission to ensure Fox didn't feel at all self concious.
"It really is sweet of you Birch. I'm glad to know not ALL of the rumors about you are true."
Well, that remains to be seen no? The red head had her charms aye, but against a man like Birch the question always would be whether or not he was just playing the game.
'Well. As Marcus would say, Challenge accepted!'
Hearing the cacophanic thump of booted feet making thier way closer, Fox would sigh and pinch the scarred bridge of her nearly non existant nose.
"Speaking of friends..."
"Honestly, they're worse than children sometimes. I hope they rememeber about First Blacks child is still alsee-"
Suddenly the front door would be nearly torn from it's hinges as Josephine stormed inside, pointed an accusing finger at the pair on the bed and let loose a triumphant cry!
"A-HAH! You see? Just as I said, thier......errrm......."
Sheepishly Croaker would poke his head inside and quietly enter behind the uncertain irishwoman.
"Well thier on the bed alright."
He said with a snicker.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 17, 2012 1:20:57 GMT -8
He placed his hand on hers and she felt a flash of deja vu, particularly when he met her gaze. She felt her heart skip and, privately, enjoyed the sensation. Still, she felt guilty for it."Thanks Lilah. Naw, I'm good with what we got right now. I mean.....It be nice....you know....but you got Stu and I'm happy for the both of you." She wanted to say something like 'thank you' or 'I know' or something like that, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to. Everything in her head sounded so trite, especially compared to what had been going through her mind a few minutes ago. Instead, she just smiled knowingly and let her head bob slightly as he took his hands away from hers and she let them fall to her sides. Best to keep that to herself. "Still, I'd rather we do that again a few more times. Grappling is definatly your achilles heel girl. Doesen't matter how strong I am, Technique generaly beats strength and if you want, I can show you a few techniques to slip out of holds and break locks. If you like it, I can show you other stuff too." And what makes you think that wasn't on purpose~?
NO, NO, DON'T SAY THAT.
"That would be...most welcome. I could always be taught a lesson or two."
That's...better?
She smiled at him earnestly.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* He noted the comment about her platoon leader with great interest, his smile widening in a hungry sort of way. Was the man sweet on this red haired little morsel? He could see why, that was for certain. But he felt his competitive and masochistic nature rise up, now feeling compelled to win her from the Marcus man.
Even if only for a night~.
At least, for now, those rumors would still be true."Honestly, they're worse than children sometimes. I hope they rememeber about First Blacks child is still alsee-"The door burst open on them as they sat across from each other on the bed, a multitude of faces peeking over the young Irish woman's shoulder. Birch would give the crowd his best smile and a cheery wave."A-HAH! You see? Just as I said, thier......errrm.......""Well thier on the bed alright." He couldn't help himself, it was just too damn easy.
"You know, there IS room for one more~..." he purred at Joe, smoothing a hand over the covers between himself and Fox, wriggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. This could either be taken seriously or as a joke.
Cain rolled his eyes over Joe's shoulder at the handsome blonde man and slipped into the room behind the Croaker and Joe. Talon would remain at the door, just staring at Birch with an aggravated look.
"Where's Oliver?"
"Asleep in the next room," he jerked his head to indicate the direction. "Though your little stampede might have woken the poor lad. Someone best sing the lad a lullaby before First Black discovers you woke her Precious Gift From Above from his princely slumber."
"You talk too much..." Cain sighed, sitting on one of the extra beds.
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The banging in the next room had indeed woke the young slumbering prince. But this was not just any five year old boy content with crying and shrieking at the very thing that would DARE awaken him so rudely. This was Delilah's son, and he had been trained very well.
As soon as the young man's eyes opened, he quickly rolled of his bed and onto the floor, landing lightly with his legs just beneath him. He looked around, finding himself in a strange and unfamiliar place and he heard even stranger voices in the next room...discussing him.
He did not like that this was happening a second time. But he wasn't tied up or caged, so he knew he had to get somewhere safe to find Mama.
He glanced up, seeing a window a couple of feet above his short head. He hopped back on the bed and tried to open the window. Locked. He looked around quickly for something to break it with and his eyes fell upon a piece of loose concrete.
Scrambling off the bed, Oliver snatched up the piece of concrete and brought it back onto the bed with him. He snatched up the blanket, tied it around himself, and threw the rock as hard as he could at the window.
It bounced off with a dull clatter.
DAMN YOU, FIVE YEAR OLD BICEPS.
Saying something in Japanese that might have been considered offensive, Oliver picked up the rock again, tapped it a couple of times against the glass to cause a spiderweb of cracks to appear before hurling it again.
CRASH
He quickly pushed away some of the glass that could have harmed him by poking it deftly before pulling himself out the window, clambering down onto the ground, and taking off into the night.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 19, 2012 23:29:24 GMT -8
"You know, there IS room for one more~..."
Joe cocked an eyebrow before putting her fists on her hips.
Well wasen't HE just a greedy little fecker? Why she had half a mind to toss Croaker at him full force and.....
"Oh don't mind if I do son. These legs of mine are getting alittle stiff. "
Said Frosty, squeezing between Croaker and Joe and hopping up onto the bed between The Fox and the Hound.
"Aaaah! Much better."
Passing his pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other, his stubby midget feet dangling over the edge like a childs.
"You talk too much..."
The crimson haired russian couldn't help but chuckle at that. Catching Josephines eye, she would give the scowling young lady a smirk which the tattooed irishwoman would return.
"Oh common...Cain was it? If you took that away from him...."
".......Wouldn't be left with much else would he now?"
"OH! I'm sure Mr. Birch has PLENTY of other redeeming qualities! Like......errrm......Perhaps.......hmmm."
The old man would look to the floor and ponder for awhile as he smoked his pipe and would say no more, seemingly lost in thought.
Croaker was pretty much ready to head back outside when Fox cleared her throat.
"Croaker."
The tone of command would make the lad stiffen before slouching his shoulders.
"Yeah, Yeah I'll go-"
Whatever he was about to say was suddenly cut short as a sharp noice of shattered glass could be heard comming from...
"Olivers room?"
Fox's only answer was to bolt up and speed walk with the rest of the pack following behind her. What they would find in the young boys room would chill the blood in thier veins.
"Ooooooh Shit."
"So. Who wants to explain this one to the bosses?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 21, 2012 21:10:33 GMT -8
Birch would laugh good naturedly at the jibes towards him, having heard it all before. Besides, it was fun! Birch could give it just as well as he recieved it...in a manner of speaking.
He was about to retaliate when there was a crash from theroom they had put Oliver in. His, Talon's and Cain's heads swiveled at the sound, eyes wide with alarm."Olivers room?" The visiting Tengu quickly followed their hosts to the room Birch and Fox had left Oliver in not even a full hour before. Talon and Cain instantly blanched and even Birch's smile faltered.
The night air was whistling through the hole in the window, bits of glass strewn all over the floor and bed The blanket was missing and so was the little white haired boy that was supposed to be sleeping under it."Ooooooh Shit." "That pretty much sums it up, yeah..." Talon croaked. "So. Who wants to explain this one to the bosses?" "NO!" Cain hollered. "DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH?"
"If Delilah figures out Oliver is missing, she will slaughter all of us. Didn't you hear about that guy who kidnapped her son a little while ago? AND HOW THEY FOUND HIM?"
The three of them shuddered collectively.
"I think that perhaps the best idea would be to try and find the young lad before Psycho Mama out there discovers he's gone." Birch said slowly. "He can't have gone far...and there are far more of us then there are of him..."
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Now outside with the blanket wrapped around him, Oliver darted from shadow to shadow, looking for a little nook to encase himself in until his mama came to find him, as she always did. He walked around for a bit, marveling at his surroundings. It was a playground here! A playground full of rust, sharp edges, hidey-holes and plenty of--OH, WHAT'S THAT?!
Oliver had come across a rusted shed, and decided to have a look inside.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 27, 2012 22:57:38 GMT -8
"Ok, so maybe we Don't tell them......"
Thistle muttered, crossing his arms and looking more than alittle grumpy. Fox sighed, patting the man on the shoulder.
"Thistle, why don't you take Croaker and secure the front gate. Bucket, Frost, go check on First Black and Fenris. Make sure to keep them in you're sights at all times. Joe, Sleepy, grab Doc and Sarah and post yourselves on the Guard towers. If Fenris questions you, just tell him I decided to scramble the Guard rotation duties."
Calm, concise, perfectly profesional. Those were the reasons Marcus made Fox his 2IC.
Turning to the members of Tengu, Fox put her hands on her hips and offered them a tight lipped smile.
"And that leaves us doesn't it? With the others covering the bases there's no way for the little one to leave the compound. That free's us up to search the grounds. I hope there's no objections?"
If there was none, Fox would clap her hands.
"Perfect! Let's begin operations and a hearty good luck to you all!"
Now, if there WERE any objections, then Fox would try and patiently address them as best as she could while the rest of the wolfpack filed out of the room.
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