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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 15, 2013 17:39:58 GMT -8
Eyebrow raised, the man blew Bastille a brief raspberry before parroting something she had said earlier.
"That was only one year- you haven't heard the rest of the shit I've been through. Annoying really, I wonder if one mission will ever go as planned..."
What could be considered rather unsettling was how spot on Marcus managed to imitate the cadence and tone of her speech, including the accent. He would then smile at her impishly.
"Well if you want, I could tell you a story. Wanna know how fucked up my High school was? One day they brought us all into the auditorium for an assembly. Once we were all inside our Headmaster, a REAL fucker named Vaughn Clarke, walked up and started talking shit about.....Awww fuck I cant even remember. You're hubby might though, he was there. Anyway he talks some shit about whatever and fucks off, leaving the rest of us wondering when we were gonna be dismissed right? Turns out they lock us in, bar the doors and shit and start pumping this gas inside. Turns out it's some sort of Rage gas, we all just start......Tearing into each other like fucking animals. Most of us woke up in the hospital that day. I never bothered to ask how many people I hurt and after awhile, I found I'd rather not know."
For awhile Marcus fell silent and sombre after speaking his story, staying that way for a little staring at his shoes before suddenly shooting his head up to look at the woman across from him.
"OH! Then there was that one time I walked into the Boys room to find a Tomboy chick trying to fish a twinky from a toilet and the Class Alpha bitch having a smoke break. S'a fucking wierd day that day......"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 16, 2013 0:24:30 GMT -8
Bastille stared, brow raised at his imitation. And then his story.....and then she burst out laughing. So hard she gripped her stomach and patted the rock.
"HOLD THE BLOODY PHONE, you're telling me you knew Mathew? Oh this- this I have to hear."
Screw what she had said before, and screw the pity parties, everyone around here was worthy of their own shrine for the shit that had happened to them. Not that she didn't respect Marcus or what he'd been through, and it didn't come across that way. No Bastille sat their with understanding in her crimson eyes, but rather- she was more interested on keeping this conversation fun. Thats why telling the rest of her shit just didn't sound fun. Not like he couldn't compare no- because he could. No no, just because right now, she wanted to be happy.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 23, 2013 19:22:35 GMT -8
"Knew OF him sweetmeat."
Marcus corrected the blonde mother to be with a smirk.
"Until the the big hullabaloo during my Junior year all I knew about him was stories I heard from everyone else. Not alot of first hand experiance with the man when the lower grades realized that staying clear of him was FAR better for our healths. Granted that was par for the course with ANYONE even one grade higher than you."
"Now what was kind of cool was running into him again a few months after settling down here. LITERALLY just saw him walking down the street one night. He seems hella chill now. Still a vicious fighter cause we tore half a city block apart duking it out yeah, but WAY hella chill than before."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2013 8:56:58 GMT -8
Bastille's eyes seemed to narrow a bit and her smirk faded to a frown. "I haven't heard much about his past....I dont think we ever really felt the need to talk about either of our pasts to each other."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 12, 2013 19:22:56 GMT -8
"Not gonna lie."
Said the man, choosing his words carefully after observing the sudden mood switch.
"It does make for interesting after dinner conversation."
His tone was casual, all the better to gauge her reaction with.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2013 20:10:44 GMT -8
"We dont do much talking... " She said with a loving smirk, pushing her hair back behind her ear. "We argue a lot" Also, she said this lovingly. It was obvious she had feelings for Mathew, one of them being admiration. She raised a brow at him. "Any special someone in your life"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 14, 2013 22:24:41 GMT -8
Marcus knew that look on her face, that dreamy look of fondness for another human being. Knew that buttery tone in her voice too. In fact it was safe to say he knew how she was feeling in general. He had known love before, a long time ago. He felt happy for her, being the Hopeless romantic he was. He always loved seeing people in love. It never failed to fill him up with the warm fuzzies.
Except when he had to talk about his OWN love life.
"Heh. Unfortunately no."
He said with a sheepish laugh.
"I dunno. Women seem to like the bad boy image I got going, don't get me wrong. But I've rarely stayed in one place long enough to you know...cultivate that kind of relationship if you know what I mean."
For a moment Marcus looked down, only to crook an eyebrow when he found that at some point, he had pulled Delilah's ribbon out and had begun rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 16, 2013 19:43:40 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow at the ribbon but didn't ask. Unspoken, but there, the silent conversation was all she needed to realize that this talk was better left unsaid. Bastille had had those....she knew. As much as she tried to turn her emotions off at the expense of everything, she realized that love was the one thing she could never push down...wether secret or recognized, harbored held or deserted.....it stayed forever like the creaking echos of stone in castles that never quite fell. She smirked.
"So no great whore stories? Man, I am bummed- even I have some good ones with those" She smiled sheepishly.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jun 10, 2013 20:34:05 GMT -8
Marcus slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead when Bastille revealed what she REALLY was after.
"Conquest stories! Coulda said that in the first place ya know. Right then......"
After a few minutes going through his memory banks, the man snapped his fingers and cleared his throat before recounting a tale involving a Red head, Shaving cream and a house slated for demolition. After that it was a blonde, Bondage gear and a trip around what was left of the Berlin wall. Over and over again the different stories spat forth from Marcus mouth involving a wide variety of locations, situations and people which shall remain undescribed.
"Way I see it, I'll try anything once. Even had sex with a man."
He said with a shrug.
"Back in India. Not my Preference though. Like women alot better."
He then yawned and stretched before fixing Bastille with a grin.
"Your turn now! You said you had stories my dear girl and I kinda wanna hear em!"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 10, 2013 20:42:51 GMT -8
Bastille grinned like a perverted man the whole time, enjoying them and making snide comments here and there before snickering.
"Let's just say Mathew wasn't my first unwilling Master" She grinned.
"I was enslaved by a man convinced he was a god...had the power of one, so I couldn't prove him wrong- but fuck he might as well have been. Taught me EVERYTHING I know about Sex....we tried everything too. Can't say I've had sex with a woman yet- but I'm working on changing that...Girl can appreciate, girl can appreciate"
And so she went on an escapade, telling him all the weird stuff her and giggles did, including her first time altogether where he had to force her to take off a pillow case- their interesting experiment with strap ons- what could she say, the guy was a wack job.....oh and the best was her 120 days of the infamous Kama Sutra- explaining that although it seemed some of those tips didn't always work on the less flexible. She beamed as she finished.
"Then there was this time I took interest in this kid I met on one of the rare days I was allowed out of the house....and Gilgamesh thought it so amusing- Man I just hadn't SEEN another guy in over a 6 months....- but he invited the guy over and we had a very interesting three some. Never doing that again- gods, I felt like I was being torn in half.." She sighed a dramatic sigh.
"Threesomes- ten times better for people with dicks... Sucks balls for the girl- at least if it's between two men and one girl....I haven't tried two girls one guy yet...."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 17, 2013 14:50:03 GMT -8
"Well there's your problem!"
Marcus replied after listening to Bastilles rather steamy tale. An image of Mathew sitting in a chair with Bastille at his feet with a collar and leash made the color rise in his cheeks. The earth dragon was definatly one lucky motherfucker.
Which was why Marcus had to supress a whicked grin before he explained himself.
"Y'see, you were the sub in all those stories. The bitch, the one on the bottom if you will. Ever thought of being the one leading the horizontal samba? Made the men in your life focus on YOUR needs instead of vice versa? cause I won't lie, guys DO find it hot as fuck when the woman takes charge in bed. I mean if it works for you then cool, don't let me tell you different, but figure if you were the one making those two guys in that threesome of yours cater to your EVERY whim........"
He left the rest unsaid as he stretched his arms high before adding innocently.
"Just food for thought."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 17, 2013 16:31:38 GMT -8
"Why do you think I agreed to marry Mathew?" Bastille just beamed. She'd gotten David Blaze to cater to her, as she had with Mathew, but while Mathew could beat her in a fight- she could beat him in bed. Honestly it was more exciting when she took him on- thats why they always fought.
Her grin was just smug, and suddenly she rubbed her stomach- regretting being pregnant because Mathew refused to do anything while she was carrying.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 25, 2013 14:32:15 GMT -8
Laughing and clapping at the red eyed womans response, Marcus let out a loud sigh and looked about himself.
"Know what Bastille? You're alright. Just the right kind of crazy I say. Mathews one lucky motherfucker."
Pulling a knee up to his chest and resting his chin atop of it, Marcus lost himself in thought for a few minutes before suddenly snapping back to the here and now and looking up at the mother to be with a mischevious glint in his eye.
"M'bored. Up for some shenanigans?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 26, 2013 9:39:39 GMT -8
Bastille looked at him with a raised brow...she really should be getting back to training with long range weapons....but her curiosity was peaked.
"What might that imply?" She said neutrally.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 30, 2013 23:55:35 GMT -8
"Generaly pranks, adventures, mabey danger and intrigue."
The man explained as he began to fidget with his long single braid as the gears began to turn in his head.
"First things first. We need a location to make our playground. You probably know dragon territory abit better than me. Have any thoughts? Unless you wanna take our fun to Barkers doorstep. I am TOTALY down for that."
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