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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 27, 2012 8:24:01 GMT -8
Back in Dragon Territory from her three week excursion to Crow Territory. Bastille was sitting absentmindedly, oddly- no longer dressed in her traditional fighting gear. Instead she wore a rather large sweater and a pair of pajama pants. The outfit was old and worn, but it looks comfortable enough. Her crimson eyes gazed out the window. Turning back to the old style piano she'd found- still half in tact save a couple keys...and began to peck at them with her fingers. A slower rendition of 'I saw three ships' could be heard, though after years it seemed she forgot a couple of the proper notes. She sighed putting down the key guard with a snap and looked back out the window.
Rather thoughtlessly, her hand went to her stomach tapping the keys there instead. She wasn't quite showing yet, only a minor weight gain compared to her usually rock solid core. She grumbled and finally said something to the silence. Her sword was still in tow, laying beside her quietly.
"Been a while huh?" She mused.
"We've been thinking, this whole predicament it rather odd. So we feel that it's your fault. Frankly, this entire situation is rather....well it's in poor form. Right before a battle and I can no longer rely on my balance to save me. Only you would pull such shitty moves. So..."
"Just a thought...but you might want to add it to the list of things I have to talk to you about. And dont you dare thinking sending me to hell will get you off the hook you overinflated oaf..."
She snickered.
"I guess this is the part where we say amen? right..."
A beat as she looked back toward the entry way.
"Well,....talk to you later mate." She soothed as she gazed at the pooling blood of the two bodies by the door. Again she turned back to the keys and began to peck at them absently, her other hand still stroking her stomach.
(ooc; i modified this from how amazingly creepy it was before.- no seriously. Was worse, but I figured I need to save some of her theatrics for later. Feel free to tag- i just wanted to post something)
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Post by Jack on Nov 27, 2012 9:51:49 GMT -8
OOC: Me thinks I'll bite the bait today. You've caught yourself a mudkip.
IC:
The male stirred in his sleep, he was cradled in some alleyway having once again gotten blind drunk the night before and lost his way. He was sleeping in a sheltered area out of the wind and out of sight. Several empty bottles of whiskey littered the area, a weeks worth of work all gone for a few bottles of cheap bootleg whiskey.
Jack dreamed again, of her, of home, of being whole again. The music, oh how he enjoyed the music even when it stopped and he heard a voice it was not enough to wake him. No... the only thing that woke him was the natural call of nature, he shook himself away and stood up. A little too fast he ended up falling back down breaking several bottles in the whole standing up falling down process. Eventually he made he way to a corner and was able carry out his business. He searched his pocketed and found that he had a small bottle left, it was the strong potent stuff.
Unscrewing the bottle, Jack stumbled slightly, his vision blurring he focused real hard getting the bottle to his lips before tilting his head back and downing the remainder of the alcohol. He was wearing his regular clothing having not been able to locate fresh clothes since his last fight. He was covered in blood, vomit and general filth. His shirt was torn but his bandages were tight. He didn't have his coat or his Jacket on but they were tucked again in his pack. His blade was stored in the small of his back but attached to his pack.
All he was wearing was gloves, a beanie, t shirt, track suit pants and runners. Hardly the usual attire he wore, back before the world had ended for him at least. He wore a clean, fresh suit everyday. Never did he look under dressed. He was sharp both ins physical appearance and in mind at least he could concentrate. He was never a smart individual average was his best.
Eventually the tall Australian stumbled out of the alley way and into the street which looked as foreign to him as Chinese characters. "This isn't New York"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 27, 2012 14:49:24 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow as she caught sight of the man from her window. Interesting that someone should be out and about in Dragon territory like that. She was feeling moody- might as well take it out on someone right? Well, a third person. She grabbed her bomber jacket and threw it on, along with a large scarf. Walking through the blood with her socks she ignored the idea of shoes and wandered towards the roof. Sitting there she got a better look at her new 'friend' and indeed, enjoyed watching him. This however, put her in his sight line. She didn't mind, she was only three stories up to begin with.
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Post by Jack on Nov 28, 2012 1:17:01 GMT -8
The male pulled on his hair. Adjusting his bandages which covered his face but just ended at his hair line. His hair was growing unruly but still forced his fingers through it to comb it back trying to somewhat look presentable. Why... God why do I never stay in the one place when I drink? he had walked through Barker territory and Dragon territory unmolested, while blind drunk and a stumbling fool.
Hell given how recent events had unfolded he was unsure whether or not this was a good thing, in fact he didn't even remember what had happened only a few days prior. He was covered in dry blood, his body was in pain and his head hurt but apart from that he was still alive and kicking.
He smelled funny maybe a few wounds were beginning to putrefy he wouldn't know by the smell of it, he smelled like alcohol and other things. He would need a good shower as much as it would hurt he needed to clean his skin to ensure that it was growing back healthy.
Looking around he saw a large building off into the distance, the area was quite quiet he wondered where all the Dragons were.
Though he was hung over he was beginning to regain his senses. He didn't know how long it had been since he had last had a meal he was beginning to feel malnourished. By his guess it have been maybe five or so days since his last proper meal.
During the period of time he was in rehabilitation he was fed every third day, however on the day he was released he had been given medication which prevented him eating. His stomach grumbled and he decided the best thing he could do was try to make it back to neutral territory and find somewhere to eat.
Jack made it to the end of the alley way and turned the corner, he looked left and then right and then gave up and picked to just go straight.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 3, 2012 0:44:02 GMT -8
"Bread" Bastille called from the roof.
"You should eat bread" She didn't move or anything. Instead, she stared at him in a bored fashion. She may not be a dragon, but she was the fiance of one, the only reliable protector of the same dragon, soon to be mother, and might as well top it with the best point of being his voice in the group. Needless to say, she was all this area needed at the moment. Being pregnant only made her more dangerous in most peoples eyes. She wasn't known for being slight with temper.
However she just stared at him, bored looking.
"I can smell you from up here...You're completely gazeboed. That means plastered by the way, we Brits have a nasty habit of turning any said word into a description for complete and utter ruin."
She tossed down a paper sack. Inside was a loaf of bread- a little old, but nothing too stale.
"I wasn't going to eat lunch anyway, but better to have you finish it than have 'him' rag on me for malnourishment." My my my, she was chatty today.
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Post by Jack on Dec 4, 2012 12:46:51 GMT -8
"Hmm?"
The tall male turned around to look up at a small girl in her socks looking down at him. Did she say bread? he had received his answer, staring at her in complete silence, his face covered with bandages concealing his expression. He waited for her to continue. Jack's head shattered with the pain of a hangover, her voice floated to him. It was soft almost soothing, she didn't shout and he was great full for that. Yet he found her accent utterly annoying. Being Australian by birth and having always associated the pompous British accent with a fight or some sort of rivalry.
He smirked, yes it would only be fitting that they had many ways to describe being shit faced after all they were notorious light weights. "Having lived here for the better half of my life I can say I'd prefer that over what these Americans have done with the English language." he chuckled softly, as it hurt to speak.
"I wasn't going to eat lunch anyway, but better to have you finish it than have 'him' rag on me for malnourishment."
Catching the bag in both hands he looked down at it before returning his eyes to the girl above "Thank you for the food, it has been a while since I've eaten." his hands were swollen although it was hard to tell due to the bandages around them. But he had a small lining of blood covering the knuckles on his hand. He had most likely gotten into a brawl last night. It explained a lot. Opening the bag up he tore off a peace of bread and tossed it into his mouth. Chewing on it contently, his mouth was dry so it was hard to eat but it was better than starving. Anything was better than that.
OOC: Tad rushed but I must be off to University.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 5, 2012 0:47:41 GMT -8
"No problem" She said as she lounged like a cat on the ledge of the building. She seemed to be deciding if she wanted to jump or take the fire escape. She wasn't wearing shoes though..that might be painful. So instead she stayed on the ledge. It wasn't much, bread anyway...it was supposed to go with a sandwich but, Bastille hadn't felt like condiments. She also didn't mind other nationalities, as long as it wasn't french and that only seemed to actually stand with one particular Frenchman whom she'd received intelligence was long since dead.
So, moral of the story, she didn't hold country grudges anymore... it was the end of the world anyway. The only competition she saw worth having was Her brothel beating out that other chicks- although had she chose to include her European faction into the numbers she would long since have won....but...Bastille liked to fight fair, so same soil was her rule. But all that aside, she had left that competition for a hiatus. A somewhat unexpected hiatus.
She stared at the man. He looked horrible.
"You look wretched. Worse than you smell....anything you remember? It'd have to be PRETTY amazing to surpass the supposed blows to your brain and your high probability of alcohol poisoning. That or you haven't changed clothes in over a year. Sorry, can't help there though...as you see, I sort of have these obnoxious lumps on my chest." She smirked, seemingly amusing herself.
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Post by Jack on Dec 5, 2012 16:34:13 GMT -8
Jack shrugged "To be honest I would lie if I told you I couldn't remember it's more so that I chose not to" he smirked coyly as he ripped off another bit of bread "Alcohol poisoning, I had that once, when I was younger and thought it a good idea to match men... and women years my senior drink for drink" he swallowed his food a bit embarrassed at having spoken with his mouth full but now wasn't the time for proper table etiquette. His head hurt, his body was worse all he wanted was to go home. But where was home?
"As for my brain ... eh ... it'll survive." He wasn't the smartest person but he was above average and that was good enough.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 6, 2012 11:15:47 GMT -8
"Glad to hear it" She said coyly. Now she was sitting, kicking her legs over the side of the wall eagerly. The blood on her socks was dry, so it wasn't flicking anywhere. she had to remind herself to get new socks mentally.
"Although what you chose not to remember is fascinating me. But, I guess, I'll never know. Aw that sad life of a curious cat"
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Post by Jack on Dec 6, 2012 14:14:23 GMT -8
"Oh, not really that fascinating. Drunken brawls, fights, blood and guts stuff like that ... boy things." pulling another chunk of bread off he chucked it into his mouth and chewed contently. When he swallowed it he looked back up at the girl and spoke "So what brings you to this festive side of the city?" he motioned with his hand to their surroundings which was anything but festive.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 10, 2012 17:45:38 GMT -8
"Apparently I live here now...." She just kinda rumbled in an unconvincing manner. She continued to stare at him blankly.
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Post by Jack on Dec 10, 2012 21:21:19 GMT -8
He tore more bread off and chewed contently "That's" chewing away on the bread "really" hew swallowed the bread "interesting". He continued to gnaw away at the small load of bread. It was hard but he still enjoyed it and it stopped his stomach from cramping. "So what's there to do on this side of town ... stomach's stopped hurting head's feeling great ready to smash a few shots of high grade liquor. Any pubs around here?" He was full of energy all of a sudden, food was his medicine.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 16:18:35 GMT -8
"Well..." She thought for a moment. There were many ways to answer the question, but the truth was not among them.
"If you're into fighting,....I know a few guys who stole my stash I use for medication a couple weeks back. Willing to help poor little girl out and get it back? You can have half the spoils."
She smirked. Of course she knew how to fight, she also knew the alcohol had never been stolen from her, in fact, it wasn't even hers. But this could be interesting to lead him into something rather...interesting. She wondered if he would take the bait.
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Post by Jack on Dec 14, 2012 19:59:48 GMT -8
"You've fed me, continue to do so and my arm is yours" he did a little bow like movement and then looked up at her. "Do you er... need help getting down?" he mused, keeping his gaze up at the little girl.
OOC: Short sharp simple wewt >.<.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2012 20:12:00 GMT -8
Bastille smirked- had to the game till the end she supposed. She huffed and pointed behind her.
"I'll just go the way I came up...be down in a minute."
She turned and was down turning into the aly with a small shrug.
"We need to do something about your uh....outlook here. They'll smell you a mile off."
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