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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 0:40:53 GMT -8
The corners of her wide grin curled upwards a little bit. It was interesting how he avoided all her questions; the one about his mother was more or less designed to irk him, but the others...he could have responded to that. She had to stop herself from nodding in agreement as he mentioned what his mother taught him; that was pretty much what she was teaching Oliver, even now.
The sheer closeness of his face to hers brought a little heat to her cheeks, though she tried to push THAT ever more confusing though aside. His challenge as they stared each other in the eye and as she looked up at him defiantly didn't help. Red eyes clouded her vision and reminded her of her anger.
At least now she understood why she wanted to hit him. Whatever sense of justice she had was nudging her to do it, to hit him, even just one little tap would make her feel better.
She reached a hand up to give him a smart tap across his cheek. To start. Still looking in his eyes. She would wait a beat, as if to give him the impression that was all she had.
And would follow up with a sharp jab to his solar plexus an instant later, grinning all the while.
"Consider yourself tried."
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 19, 2013 0:47:36 GMT -8
Tap.
Cain stared.
He raised his brow, almost shocked.
"Is that fuckin' al--uhfAHAHAH"
The man doubled over a little bit (to the side, so their heads wouldn't knock), hardly in pain but thoroughly amused. He turned his head to the side to look at her, at that gorgeously spiteful grin… and he beamed, and he straightened up again.
"You could try harder than that," he said, his voice a low growl. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 1:04:14 GMT -8
Punching someone was like eating a bag full of Lays chips; Once you had one, you couldn't just stop there. She waited for him to straighten, to speak, eyes narrowed at his more than amused little smile. Almost like he was pleased that she did so.
A low, raspy chuckle slipped past her teeth. Oh, that was just asking for it.
Why was he asking for it?
That didn't really matter, at the moment. Heat had rushed to her head and it had spread to her limbs just as quickly. She moved.
Her foot came down hard on the toe of his boot (which, if he was still wearing the combat boots, shouldn't hurt, but it might keep his foot in place), followed by a jarring knee to the inside of his thigh (missing on purpose?[/i]), a hook to the right side of his body (likely just hitting the liver, but aimed for the kidney), an outside chop to his long throat, followed by...a head butt, snapped like the end of a whip from her spine's own momentum.
She would look at him with her eyebrows raised questioningly. Stilllll grinning.[/size]
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 19, 2013 1:22:28 GMT -8
Hot damn, the girl was quick. A few giggles escaped as Cain's inner thigh and his flank were struck, and an attempt to laugh resulted in a cough as she karate-chopped his throat. And then headbutted him. He hardly had a moment to comprehend one hit before she'd landed another, one pleasant surprise after another. The pain he could ignore if it came like this; even as he reeled back a little with his eyes tightly shut, the broad grin peeked from behind the hand he held over his nose where she'd butted him with the brunt of her skull.
After a moment, one of his red eyes peeked open, wincing a little bit from the stinging in his nose, but otherwise glimmering just as mirthfully as before.
"Ya sure you're done?" he asked, just in case she wasn't. He couldn't deny her this… not when he enjoyed it at much as she did. Cain lowered his hand slowly as a trickle of blood crept down to his upper lip, clung to it for a moment, then dripped down onto the lower one where it was promptly swiped up with the tip of his tongue. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 1:36:52 GMT -8
Eyebrows lifting even higher now, as if to say Really? Frick this guy. She wasn't going full tilt, but she wasn't exactly landing dainty butterfly hits either. And here he was laughing at the pain. She shrugged, watching with great interest as he licked the blood from his lip and rolled her shoulders a little.
Her foot came up in a flash, but not for him; striking the car between his legs and shoving into it with her kick as hard as she could. The car would scrape and grind as it moved, now deeply dented where her foot had connected with a metallic 'clang'. This would/should also push Cain backwards a little. Creating distance.
As her foot came back down, she would hook it behind Cain's ankle, sweeping her leg back to draw him foreward. Her hand shot out to punch him in the face, shifting as it connected to snatch him by the collar of his shirt, pivot on her hips to turn and throw him away from her, head first, into the car parked behind them.
She let out a long slow breath, pushing her side bang aside and swiping the blood from his nose off her brow. Making sure he was watching as she brought it to her lips, licking it off.
No idea why she thought that was a good idea before she did it, but she rolled with it.
"Yeah. I'm done." she tilted her neck from side to side, cracking the vertebrae. "Not much of a workout, though, gotta say."
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 19, 2013 1:51:42 GMT -8
In this very spot
Cain found himself… sliding toward the ground, the leather jacket on his back squeaking a little as it slid along the car door. His arms hung limp at his sides and his ass hit the pavement. A few shards of window glass clattered down onto his shoulders and onto the asphalt, tinkering a little musically for a moment. His eyes were closed. Blood streamed from his nose and the corner of his lip, staining his teeth a little bit as it leaked from along his gum line somewhere.
Was that a grin or a grimace plastered across the man's beaten face?
Cain cracked his eyes open after a moment, finally letting out his breath… somewhere between an aching huff and a contented sigh. He peered up at the girl as she… licked his blood from the tips of her fingers.
Staring.
"Damn, babe..." he breathed.
"…You wanna come lick off the rest?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 2:09:37 GMT -8
Her eyebrows shot up at the request, a flush immediately colouring her face and neck in the dimming light of the sun as he spoke. Oooh, that was why she did that. In the back of her mind, the Woman laughed.
Delilah paused for a moment before striding forwards towards him, bending at the knee slightly to offer him her permanently oil-stained palm--not greasy, just forever black--to help him to his feet, hesitating...reaching past him and brushing away what was running from his nose with the sides of her fingers. Apparently taking him up on his offer, in her own way, lifting this hand to her mouth as she sucked the ruby droplets off her fingers, offering her other hand instead. She could have groaned at the taste; stronger than most blood (though her own was what mostly her basis for this), more...vibrant somehow. It suited him. Delicious~[/i] She suppressed a growl as her heart picked up a little. Interesting.
"C'mon. Neutral territory usually has idiots that are good for a decent scrap."[/size]
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 19, 2013 2:25:31 GMT -8
Cain's ruby eyes were noticeably riveted to Delilah's fingers as they came away from his face bloody and tucked themselves neatly between her lips… and his face fell expressionless for a long moment. God, it was worth it to bleed just to see her do that. He licked his lip as he smoldered up at her and reached for her extended hand, grasping it firmly with his large paw. She'd feel the pull of his weight… before she'd feel a sudden, much stronger pull as Cain yanked her down toward the ground, almost into his lap. Before she'd land there, though, the spry man hopped up from the pavement with a mischievous grin and slyly slipped his hand away from hers. He cocked his head tauntingly at her and turned away to saunter down the sidewalk ahead.
"Hurry up~" |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 2:38:39 GMT -8
She let out a startled laugh as she fell ontop...no, wait, past him towards the ground. She would have rolled, if not for the car in front of her. Looking over her shoulder to see him turn and saunter off, she would grin up at him, pushing off her hands and onto her own feet. She walked briskly to catch up with him, falling into step beside him.
Her mind went back to the brooding thoughts from before, though there was a bit more of a spring in her step now. Cain wasn't in the least bit repentant. Not in the slightest. If he were in her territory and a report was made against him, she would have no choice but to slaughter him brutally.
She wondered if he would laugh. Thinking on it a moment more, she thought 'Probably'.
But she felt that in some way, there had been a little bit of justice dealt to him. She hadn't been playing nice...was it resolved? No, not entirely...but she could almost respect a man who was as comfortable with his own darkness as she was with hers.
Mmmhahahahahaaa~
...well, mostly anyway.
"So, do you like getting your ass kicked, or is the 'not hitting girls' bit an actual thing with you?" she queried after a few minutes of silence, glancing up at him through the corners of her eyes. Privately, she added Or, on some level, do you think you deserve it?
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 19, 2013 3:45:57 GMT -8
"I'll hit a girl if she gives me a good reason to," Cain answered, without turning around. His pace would be pretty fast, with his long legs and confident stride and all. He didn't seem inclined to slow down for her, either. She'd probably hear the puckish grin on his face, though, as he talked with a hint of the same old devious charm.
"As for getting my ass kicked? If it keeps ya smilin' like that, I can deal."
His tongue wandered up to his lip again, swiping at the blood that continued to drip… and he threw her a sidelong glance to see how she was keeping up. His mischievous eyes swiveled forward again before he had the chance to meet her gaze, if she were even looking at him. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 9:01:38 GMT -8
"Like that"? Did he mean the ghastly horror that stretched her lips into the bloodstained feral, hungry look? Curious, this one. He liked the strangest things. And from his answer, she thought she could tell that, maybe, on some level, he did feel that he deserved that...or maybe he simply understood why she had to do it. Or, maybe he was just a masochist looking for punishment.
All of the above?
She was managing to keep face with his lanky stride, but she wanted to stay a little bit behind him...just so she could watch his movements. Her tongue mirrored the motion of going across his lips, hungrily, blue eyes smouldering with quiet fire. Despite her best attempts, she enjoyed this mans company, if for no other reason than his sense of humour and the fact that teasing him was fun as hell.
"I think I can manage that," She replied with a quick wink. Her eyes moved away from his face to look at the ruined buildings that surrounded them. Habitual check of the perimeter. "You seem to have an idea of where we're going." she stated prompting, turning back towards him with an arch of her brow.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 19, 2013 12:54:10 GMT -8
"Yeahhh," Cain chuckled and reached into his jacket pocket. He withdrew his hand with a set of car keys hooked on his index finger and gave them a little musical jangle. The man threw Delilah a sly glance and turned the corner into an alleyway that the shadows of evening were beginning to consume. It would still be light enough to see, though, and Delilah would see a cherry red pickup truck parked in the gathering dark waiting for the man to return to it. Cain leaned with a hand against the grill of the car, crossing his ankles casually as he turned to give the girl a challenging grin.
"Wouldja get in a car with a strange man like me?"
The glint in his red eyes was almost suggestive, darkly devious… but something about it would still seem safe, as if it were just a mask. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 15:50:42 GMT -8
Her face took on a modicum of surprise at the sight of the keys. A working car? Well, shit. Those were becoming more and more rare all the time. She slipped into the alley after him and laughed quietly, impressed at the sight of the bright red pick-up truck sitting there in the dimming light of the sun. Her boots crunched softly on the gravel as she made her way over to him until she stood across from him as he leaned on the hood of the car. "Your 'cousin's' not gonna be happy about thiiiisss~" she sang, cackling appreciatively under her breath at his sheer audacity.
"Wouldja get in a car with a strange man like me?" [/color][/blockquote] Her head tilted to the side at his words and she studied him, the grin slipping from her features a little. That was a loaded question if she ever heard one. The devilish glint in his eyes and his roguish grin didn't fool her; he was asking her genuinely, she heard it in his tone. She found herself latching onto that feeling. That dull edge of his knife. Because whatever he was, good and bad, that didn't change his nature. She couldn't change it either. She didn't have to like it, but she also didn't have to do a lot of things. Whether he was trying to redeem himself in her eyes (she doubted it), didn't matter very much to her at this point. He was who he was and, most importantly, so was she. Delilah wanted to believe in the best of people, even when they didn't deserve it. A moment or two passed before she gave him a wry smirk, stepping a little closer, half a foot apart. "A strange man is nothin' the wrong sort of girl can't handle~." she replied, ever smiling.[/size]
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 19, 2013 16:01:12 GMT -8
A little daring, are we?
"Jus' what I was hopin' to hear…" Cain rumbled, quietly, leaning in toward her a little bit with his ruby gaze flicked down to her lips.
Beat.
Cain leaned back, swiftly pivoted on the heel of his boot and whisked away from her, almost skipping over to the driver's-side door of the truck. He hopped into the vehicle and patted his large hand on the passenger seat with a welcoming wink. Delilah would find the door unlocked if she opened it, and once she was in Cain jammed the keys in the ignition and woke the car up with a yawning rumble of the engine.
"Neutral zone, y'say? Good choice. Graveyard stuffers." [/color] he chuckled as the car rolled out of the shadows and into the blood-red twilight. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 19, 2013 16:34:41 GMT -8
He leaned in and her eyes widened subtly as his own gaze flickered down, away from hers, but still on her face, almost as if he were...hesitating. She blinked--
--and he turned his heel, jauntily making his way to the drivers side of the car. Shaking her head a little, trying not to laugh, she followed suit. Slipping around the opposite side of the car and sliding into the passenger's seat beside him, slamming it shut behind her. Leaning forward a bit, Delilah pulled the clip out of her hair, letting the ebony locks tumble down around her shoulders. She sat back, combing the knots out stroke by stroke as she gazed out the windshield, watching the world go by.
"There's enough roving groups of not-so-very-nice people," she agreed, people that she would kill the moment they raised a hand against her in aggression. She let her head fall sideways so she could look at him while she worked on her hair, studying him. "Locale of preference?"
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