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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 25. September 2013, 21:46 (3,140 Views) | |
| Mac | Wednesday, 2. October 2013, 21:53 Post #21 |
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"Pucker up and take a hit Tut." She'd reach over to the young gentleman that spoke in such a fucking weird way she could barely fathom it, and would stick the joint between his lips because the poor mother fucker couldn't do it for himself. While this might seem like she was almost being nice, it was mostly because she felt pity for him. If her arms were broken, she'd want someone to give her a joint to. Hell, she'd probably be in that position sometime this month. It wasn't like she wasn't used to finding herself on the edge of the most fucked up situations, broken and beaten to shit and laughing into the oncoming void. She grinned at Aguirre's awkwardness with the Ventrue, and wasn't about to find herself giving away anymore to the man about the Anarch's than where the Baron could famously be found. She wasn't loyal to any of them really, but she didn't give nothing away for free. She had to get something out of it. Currently, she was about to get embarassing stories out of Dawid. "There, the lady says spill it." She'd hold the joint at his mouth long enough for him to take a few good hearty puffs, then take it back to continue puffing herself until he indicated he wanted another puff. Not everyone could simply smoke a straight line through joint after joint, she had that extra special metabolism that meant she could devour anything and sobered up faster than she ever wished to. It was a downer actually. |
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| Dawid Prazmowski | Wednesday, 2. October 2013, 22:38 Post #22 |
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Jhael. Oh. Of course. He picked me up that night... The ghoul's memories of the latter part of that night were extremely hazy. The first clear thing that came to mind involved them both hovering over the same toilet bowl while messily emptying their stomachs. He smiled apologetically at Aguirre, though his silent pantomime was dropped when Mac told him to take a drag. He puffed several times, relaxing in anticipation of the effect; the pain that might finally stop being such a sore, constant reminder of his near-fatal encounter with Vincent. His date with Aguirre was lighter fare, especially if he was to leave out their underground encounter. Considering the presence of the strange, suited man and some lingering doubts about the level to which this other lady was 'in the know', he decided to keep his telling of the story Masquerade-proof. "My dear colleague. Ah, he was not so much told by me as... ah, a witness to the events. He picked me up at the end of the night and drove me home. T'was a kindness he was not obligated to do and he did, I suppose, have a right to the reasons for my tearful stroll of shame, which took me through the more proletarian boroughs of London-town." Dawid was used to gesticulating when telling his stories, and not even the casts could prevent him from moving his arms entirely - even when they could only flit up and down while his hands and fingers turned and twisted to act out what he was saying. "Ah - but to return to events from the start. I shall consider the scene I just described as having been a 'flash forward', lest you might accuse me of using the dubious narrative technique of the reverse chronology." He bought time to think by clearing his throat, using it to decide how to make the story appear plausible, while leaving out several key facts. "I met Aguirre, whom I unironically believe to be a perfect lady, in these parts. I shared a few insights from the Classical literature, touching on deus otiosus, Blavatski and the Greco-Roman mysteries. "T'was thought that we should make a closer acquaintance, and so I took her out to the modern delights of the Musical-Play. A piece centring on the contemporary Swedish constellation of ABBA. Which, I believe, was enjoyable on its own merits. Aguirre was not hungry, so no meal was had." So far so good. Now Dawid had to tell where it all went awry. If he ever wanted to get into Aguirre's good graces again (and wanted to be seen as polite!) he believed that he should take the full blame for these events. Without becoming explicit or coarse. "After escorting the lady home, I showed myself to be but a half-hour gentleman by suggesting an indecent proposal. Aguirre, quite naturally, turned me down, and sent me away quite forcefully, being the guardian of virtue, decency and common sense that I had so miserably failed to be. I have not been seen at her side since." Edited by Dawid Prazmowski, Wednesday, 2. October 2013, 22:45.
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| Mac | Wednesday, 2. October 2013, 22:56 Post #23 |
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Dawid was -confusing- her. She couldn't quite follow who and what the fuck he was talking about. Perhaps it was that she was half baked, or perhaps it was that she was just not educated enough to follow his old fashioned phrasing. Deus otiosus, Blavatski and the Greco-Roman mysteries? What the fuck were those? She offered the joint out to Aguirre again, incase the girl missed the simple act of smoking one. She knew Aguirre still smoked cigarettes, but a blunt was sooooo much more rewarding than a cig. She just stared at Dawid as he spoke, making sure that she kept Lazarus in her periferals as she didn't trust a Cammie in these woods. She was sure the look on her face was complete annoyed mind fuckness as she sorted him out, although she was starting to get used to it after the -length- of the god damned story. "So, you copped a feel or something and she knocked you down?" She grinned then, looking over to the figure of the woman she had thought of as a complete push over. She was almost fucking proud of the story, as it built Aguirre up a little more in her mind. "Good on ya! I didn't know you had it in you!" Then she was looking back to Dawid, giving a nod of complete and explicit commiseration. "She didn't like it when I copped a feel either Sugah, don't mind her... she's frigid. Sure does have a great ass though don't she?" Edited by Mac, Thursday, 3. October 2013, 03:58.
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Thursday, 3. October 2013, 05:32 Post #24 |
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"I ain't frigid", Aguirre grumbled, puffing on the blunt before passing it back, wondering why it was still being offered anyway. This was certainly better than having a Giovanni's running shoes swung at her face, though, and one couldn't argue with that logic; Dawid had the sense to be vague about it, but y'know, Mac. "I just don't like y'all touchin' me." He earned those spliffs though, right? Mac wouldn't actually make him dance. Hopefully. She was already sharing some of her supply, so that was a good sign. It hadn't turned out to be too awkward yet, which was also fortunate. Maybe it would be wiser to keep her trap shut and listen to these polar opposite personalities converse. The fact that Mac would forever look as her like a door mat enforced this idea; she just wondered how safe it was to talk around the Suit. |
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| Lazaruss | Thursday, 3. October 2013, 15:58 Post #25 |
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Lazaruss rubbed at his chin. Well at least they were in the 'know'. He hoped to ask a few questions of a random Anarch tonight about their code of conduct. He looked back at Aguire and Mac. " Thanks. If you get the chance before i do, please convey my greetings to Ms. Penvellyn. " He listened to Dawid's tale and concealed a smile. " Live and learn Mr. Dawid. Please tell Mr. Jhael i send my regards. " He looked towards where Mac had pointed. " Have a pleasant evening. " He nodded to each of them and departed. |
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| Dawid Prazmowski | Thursday, 3. October 2013, 17:02 Post #26 |
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"I will do this, M'lord." Dawid waited for the man in the suit to have departed, before he would speak again. He wasn't quite sure what the relation was between his dear colleague Jhael and the unnamed suit, but he supposed that the man might be a business relation of Blücher, the Ventrue whip. Addressing him with an aristocratic title was the least he could have done. Aguirre seemed forgiving enough. He was glad for that. Perhaps she could even be persuaded to forget the nightly incident, and partake in melting moments at some later night, when she had been courted in a manner befitting her elevated status as a Kindred Lady. If there was to be any chance of nookie, he should first state his continued admiration of her character and her physique. And what better way to do this than to concur with the compliment made by his dealer, and her apparent female friend? "Aguirre's character is reflected in her doveish eyes. Fair, full, clear, and chaste. It would be imprudent to imply a barrenness, where there is only a righteous choice to abstain from touching sinful flesh." Dawid looked at Aguirre once and sighed. "I appreciate the sympathy, wise woman. It is not easy to accept what I have been justly denied." Once again, he bit his lip: "Her kettle drums are like two fawns. Twins of a gazelle, which feed among the white lilies. I should think them even nicer than her cooler, which I understand you long for." |
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| Mac | Friday, 4. October 2013, 22:10 Post #27 |
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She full out choked on her vodka as she was tipping it back, listening to Dawid go into a poetic description of Aguirres 'features'. While the Victorian euphemisms weren't something she was familair with, she could generally take a guess at what he was getting at... and it was going to kill her. She spluttered Vodka, a hand coming up to her mouth as she bit down and tried to stop it from being thrown from her mouth and over the steps as she choked and laughed. She was snorting, and the Vodka went up her nose and began burning at her eyes as she tried to rapidly blink it away. She fought to get the flask down onto the step without tipping it over, and pushed her guitar off her lap. It hit the stairs and slid a few, making the amp blare out a few unpleasant notes as she jumped to her feet to walk a few paces away trying to collect herself. Once she managed it, which was not an easy task, she spun around with such a wildly thrilled look on her face she could have been a hyena. "COOLER?! Kettledrums?! " She was thumping her chest, taking in heavy gasps of air between mirthful noises of terrible joy. Hazel eyes turned on Aguirre, giving her a look of such hilarious joy that she would know, this moment would haunt her forever. Mac would never, ever let this get lived down. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Friday, 4. October 2013, 22:59 Post #28 |
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The flat expression Aguirre wore through Dawid's attempt to describe her character--which was actually just a segway for him to not only make her sound like a nun, but also to talk about her assets--further deepened into one of exasperation and chagrin. She had almost let that date go entirely, written it out of her history and forgotten about it, but clearly Dawid wouldn't let it fucking die. He would continue to ramble on with all that Dickensian fervor until someone got sick of it and knocked him on his ass. Maybe that's how he'd actually had his arms broken in the first place? For fucks sake, even I have more tact than this. The flat expression on her face continued to grow more dry in nature with every word that feel from that socially inept ghoul's mouth, reminded now why she had left him laying in the fetal position on the floor of the elevator, stalking back to her apartment with a small hope that he would rot there. The awful noise of Mac's snorting, the clatter and feedback from the guitar.. God fucking damn it. "Shut the flyin' fuck up or you damn well bet I'll do it for you", she snapped at them both with definite overtones of animosity. It was too late though, because she was sure to henceforth be known as Kettledrums. The same way she was known as Cousin It all the way through high school. What a bunch of fucking garbage. Then again, the more she revealed herself to the general public, the more she became fodder for jokes, shitty storytelling, anger--whatever her current company fancied at the time. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Friday, 4. October 2013, 22:59.
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| Mac | Saturday, 5. October 2013, 00:10 Post #29 |
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Aguirre getting mad at her only made it all that much -funnier-. Mac was half baked afterall, instead of getting mad at the stupid things people say she tended to just laugh at it. She'd shut her up? Little Aguirre would shut -Mac- up? She highly doubted it. She grinned at the Brujah with the rising temper, issuing a blatant challenge with her grin. The ground beneath her feet steadied quickly in the midst of some seriousness overcoming the situation, the tension and need to get in someones face unfortunately over taking her relatively friendly mood. "Tell you what? You shut me up, and I wont -ever- describe you with the new vocabularily I just learned. Make it a good one... Or I'll be love tappin' on that cooler of yours for eternity." Yeah, she needed to poke the dragon some more. Aguirre's rising temper was like a giant blinking vega's sign that read "Push here" and her face was the slowly reddening button. Maybe the girl did have some Brujah in her afterall? Could she... coax it out? Help Aguirre let loose some steam and help Mac simply feed the need to be self destructive? Ohhhh yeah, this ship was sailing. She would push the girl over the edge, she had no ability to stop herself really. Where most people saw red flags for pushing others over the edge, Mac only saw a huge blinking green GO! "Or maybe I'll try and grab one of them kettledrums next time...." |
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| Dawid Prazmowski | Monday, 7. October 2013, 23:00 Post #30 |
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Mac had laughed just a little too loudly, Dawid supposed, and that might lead Aguirre to snap. He didn't get that the Brujah female might be angered at being described as being fair and chaste. Throwing in a compliment about her features had been intended to balance that out, perhaps to bring a smile to that flat face. The effect had been the opposite. He blushed and lowered his head upon being ordered into silence. "Yes M'lady", he muttered quietly. He would have stood and excused himself, but the promise of having a little more of the promised 'herbal medicine' kept him right where he was. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 02:39 Post #31 |
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"Or maybe I'll try and grab one of them kettledrums next time.." That word. It made her see red for no other reason than the fact that regardless of what her tits happened to be called, it certainly wasn't anyone else's goddamn business. She could call them Left and Right, Thelma and Louise, and it would still wouldn't be anyone's business but her own. What's more, they weren't up for grabs, though that didn't seem to phase either of these two. Mac had already gotten her chance to cop a feel at the construction site; whether or not she kicked the shit out of Aguirre now, this 'kettledrums' and 'cooler' garbage wasn't going to fly. Being a passive observer had gotten her nothing but constant displeasure and now she was so burnt out by she might actually catch fire. She was on her feet and swinging vicious lefts and rights at Mac in reaction to the challenge. This was the third time someone had decided just to push her buttons for fun, to see if she would be willing and able to do anything about it, and Mac's song and dance sure was playing the Brujah's rhythm. She would say through gritted teeth, "For the construction site, for Brent, for bein' a fuckin' cunt at the Tripper," with each fist thrown, aiming for whatever part of Mac her white knuckles could connect with. This was for every dose of humiliation or rudeness suffered on the part of every piece of shit she'd had a run in with since decided to get involved with the general public. If anyone could take it, Mac was it, and she sure had no qualms with provoking Aguirre's anger. She was coaxing the mouse out of her hole with peanut butter and rat poison. The Brujah was seething, these fucking ballsy people and their assumptious behavior driving her right up the wall. There was maybe one person in the whole of London who actually had permission to come even close to touching her, and he wasn't either of these clowns before her. If she had to hear the word "kettledrums" applied to her again, she'd lose her goddamn mind. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 15:20 Post #32 |
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She had expected Aguirre to simply slug her, or more amusing, half suspected she'd get slapped. The onslaught of desperate fists was not what she was expecting. She had intended to give the girl a good free blow, she did owe her that much for the construction site. That had been a foul deed, one she had no qualms taking responsibility for... At least until Aguirre began using her as a dump for a lifetime of frustrations. It was a lucky thing she wasn't an -experienced- brujah, who wasn't focusing on heaving into every punch. Even still, Aguirre's fists landed heavy and hard. The first went to her jaw, with a sharp blunt white flash across her vision. Then Mac was doing the duck and dodge somewhat more, not running away as much as just making sure all of Aguirres punches landed below the throat. Each one was a knot of bruising pain, and she started to feel a small appreciation of what Aguirre could be capable of if she was just... Honed and streamlined. Girl would be able to put down. Her body would be a map of beautiful blue and purple bruising, and she had no doubt she'd be purposefully leaning on things to press into the pockets of blissful burning left behind. When the punching onslaught slowed, she retaliated. She hadn't meant to retaliate at all, but something about Aguirre's little fit made her want to wipe the slate. Can't have a clean slate it the other persons aired all their grievances and you just button up yours right? "This is for being a fucking prude at the tripper, cuz you're to fine to be so god damned shy and sweet. Rock that shit sugah. This is for Brent! You left me to -die-! If Church hadn't rescued my sorry ass we wouldn't be singing Kumbaya. This is for putting your money on Church, cuz that's all I got for the construction site... That was my bad really." She wouldn't aim for Aguirre's face, she'd aim all stomach and chest. She'd only deliver three blows, but she had a lot more focus on each of them than Aguirre and her many fist onslaught. She'd take anything else Aguirre was dealing to, just to get in her own little airing of the shit. After all, she didn't want Aguirre to feel like she was letting her get shots in for free. Nothing was free, she'd leave her own bruises. "DO YOU FEEL BETTER?" Edited by Mac, Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 15:27.
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Wednesday, 9. October 2013, 01:30 Post #33 |
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Three very, very hard blows to her abdomen would see her stumbling back a step or two, but as pain always did for the Brujah, it sent a momentary streak of clarity unclouding her normally foggy vision and judgement; it was like adrenaline, if only her corpse was still capable of pumping the chemical through her veins. She steadied to look Mac head on while the amazonian shouted a somewhat unexpected, but oddly relevant question at her. "DO YOU FEEL BETTER?" She had her wiry arms wrapped about her midsection, but hey, she was seeing the world in a fairly sober light. Heck, between the absolute contentment she'd felt with Sawyer recently and the shock of fists on her nerves now, London seemed to become a clearer place every day moving forward. They'd resolved their problems and any kind of stupid grudges they might have been holding before, with y'know, having finished punching each other for the time being. "Yeah, actually..." Aguirre plopped back down on the bottom step, shooting an incredibly serious look at Dawid as she did so; his fat mouth was the whole reason Mac had any reason to laugh at her in the first place. Trying to describe features that weren't his to describe in the first place.. "I'm gonna need you to quit talkin' 'bout me like I'm a pair of tits attached to a nun you wanna bone. You got better things to do than talk on me, anyway. Also please, please never apply the word 'kettledrums' to anyone again. Please." |
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| Mac | Wednesday, 9. October 2013, 17:55 Post #34 |
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"Well good! You're a damned Bruiser, you gotta learn to stress relieve with your hands sugar." She then saluted Aguirre in a sort of 'I'm here for you Captain' fashion, and then chuckled as the girl went to take a seat on the stairs next to Dawid and 'use words' again. God, girl needed to learn. She moved over to her case on the stairs, reaching in and lifting the flap to take out two large fatties in a light green rolling paper. She then tossed them into Dawids lap, while at the same time fetching the joint she had dropped earlier. She used her zippo to light it at her lips again, tucking the zippo away and listening to Aguirre plead with Dawid not to use the word 'Kettledrums' again. Ever. She then grinned, taking in a long slow inhail and stepping down onto the sidewalk once more to stand -directly- infront of Dawid. She yanked down the front of her black wife beater, and then reached into her thick leather bra to pop her boobs up into full, naked view. She then reached forward for one of Dawids mummy like hands, and popped it up directly on her boob. "See these sugar? They're called Boobs, Breasts, or my very favorite... Tits. You got that? T-i-t-s." |
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| Dawid Prazmowski | Thursday, 10. October 2013, 18:56 Post #35 |
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Dawid had tried to slink away during the fight, bending backwards and 'inconspicuously' sliding down the stairs in an attempt to get out of the line of fire. His bottom had just reached the sidewalk, in fact, when he realised that it was quite difficult to get up without the use of his arms. "Ngh..." The ghoul flapped his arms like a headless chicken as he tried to get enough inertia out of his legs to rise. Having the two large fatties dropped into his lap (the fight having ended in sudden stalemate) made moving not only difficult but also undesirable, and so he ended up stretching his legs onto the pavement and just sitting down. "I shall not name you as a sexual creature again, Aguirre", Dawid promised. "Indeed, it would be unseemly of me to suggest that you are anything but a creature of virtue. Though not, as you say, a nun." He bit his lip. "Is there a Mr. Aguirre?" Things took another turn when Mac yanked down the front of her black wife beater and placed his own hands on her exposed breasts, spelling out the names for these particulars in the modern parlance: "See these sugar? They're called Boobs, Breasts, or my very favorite... Tits. You got that? T-i-t-s." Dawid appeared strangely fascinated by these breasts, keeping his hands on them so as to cover the nipples, looking briefly from side to side to see if anyone was watching before his fingers would lightly knead. His mouth was half-open at first, but then he did venture a comment: "Was it not 'teat' in English? From the proto-Germanic 'titta'? Truly, the sheer variety modern parlance can be a challenge, at times." He looked up towards Mac and smiled a lecherous, sinful little smile. |
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| Mac | Thursday, 10. October 2013, 19:10 Post #36 |
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God, where exactly was this boy from? What the hell! She found herself wishing Aguirre had punched her in the tit at least, because then Dawid's massaging of her breast might have stoked some other fires. As it was, it felt very... clinical to her. She wasn't the kind of girl to get excited easily, she required certain... circumstances. She plucked the joint from her lips after a long and hard in hail, slowly blowing reefer smoke down into Dawid's face as he played with the boobs that had been so magically offered unto his grasp. "Sugah, I don't give a flying fuck what the root of the word is. They're tits. Tits are very fantastic, and I can see from your enjoyment of mine...that you agree. These particular ones cost a mint... But you may want to be careful of the other idea's you're currently having, cuz you wouldn't survive a night with me. I play... Rough." She bit her lower lip, throwing on the full and hard gaze of someone who liked to fuck for breakfast. There was nothing righteous and innocent about Mac, a creature that radiated sex and violence. Was she trying to seduce Dawid? Not really, but at the same time...She did love to fuck with peoples heads, extensively. If he felt like pining after her boobies, she'd let him. Maybe it would even score points with Aguirre, as she'd distract his attentions. She then stepped back with a grin, and would pop her breasts away and reach into her shirt to put them properly into the leather bra beneath. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Friday, 11. October 2013, 00:17 Post #37 |
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"Mr. Aguirre....? Uh." Aguirre cleared her throat. Wouldn't it have been Mr. Maddox or something? Wait, no. Fuck, nevermind. That isn't even the point. Did she and Sawyer have a title yet? Was it something she could talk about? She was going to anyway, because there was an off chance of shaking the ghoul off her trail if she was taken... And because she wouldn't have minded enthusing over Sawyer, under different circumstances. Heck, he might have been brag-worthy. "Yeah. His name sure ain't Mr. Aguirre, though.." she trailed off as Mac tossed him his spoils, and proceeded to.. What the fuck was she doing? From Aguirre's spot just above Dawid on the steps, this whole breast education thing she was seeing right now was way clearer than she needed it to be. Not only was it awkward as fuck, but also really, really unsettling. Mac popped 'em out like it was no big deal, clear as day, and Aguirre's face started turning distinct shades of pink, directing her eyes into the significantly less tittified direction of her feet with an uncomfortable expression written all over her features. Not only were boobs being stuck in Dawid's face, he was also being aided in getting a full, very detailed lesson of what to call them and how Mac's felt, in particular. Shit, Aguirre hadn't felt this weird about a situation since Nora brought that tweaker to her studio flat and made herself at home. Her immediate reaction was to let her head fall into her lap until this little mammogram was over; hey, maybe Dawid would talk about Mac's chest now, instead of focusing on her own with such creepy persistence. |
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| Dawid Prazmowski | Friday, 11. October 2013, 23:59 Post #38 |
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Dawid leaned sideways to enable the more efficient movement of his left arm while he reached for the joints in his lap. He stuffed one into his pants for use later on and then placed the remaining one between his lips. Pulling up his legs, he leaned backwards towards Mac, pursing his lips as he spoke. "Light?" The tip of his tongue stuck out from the corner of his mouth while he leaned towards Mac. The suggestion of rough play was enticing. Unless she was the kind of Kindred who ate her victims during the act. That'd be less fun. "'t would not be the first night that I should be hurt in the pursuit of love. The higher passions are ever-closely-entwined. Love, lust, hate..." he trailed, adding: "I should like to survive the night, though. Without the separation of limbs, if possible. In fact, it might be an interesting challenge. To tame a lioness." The older ghoul seemed to settle in, feeling more at ease now that things between Aguirre and himself had been made clear. "Lucky fellow, that man", he muttered appreciatively before taking a drag from his 'herbal medicine'. He glanced sideways at Aguirre while wondering about her marital status. "Are you properly engaged yet, M'lady? Always hard to tell what the conventions are with ladies like yourself, especially in this day and age. Do apologise for the misunderstanding, and all that." Edited by Dawid Prazmowski, Saturday, 12. October 2013, 00:01.
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| Cid | Saturday, 12. October 2013, 17:57 Post #39 |
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He hadn't meant to follow her like this. He was wandering the city when he caught a glimpse of her down the road. Such a small world. He had stopped in his tracks, then began to follow without thought. Only curious, as Lunatics tend to be. Inadvertently practicing his only recently attended vampiric abilities, trying to stay unnoticed among the shadows of the nearby tenement buildings, half-subconsciously focusing blood into his wild eyes to keep better track of her movements. Good thing so few people were around tonight, or maybe he just didn't notice them; singular-minded as he could be at times. Someone surely would have noticed him stalking along the sidewalks, hugging the walls as if to hide from the light itself. When she stopped, he ducked into the closest alleyway, suddenly afraid of being caught doing something so inherently creepy. When he had composed himself enough to do so, he quickly scaled a nearby fire-escape, hoisting himself up onto the rooftop to survey the area so as not to lose track of the heretofore unaware target of his attention. He perched himself over the front edge of the building; three, maybe four stories high. There she was, across the pavement from his newfound crow's nest, chatting it up with what looked to be a gods-damned Amazon. 'Holy fuck, what is that woman?' Agustin thought to himself, bringing out some of the more intelligible Voices 'Christ, I thought the Vikings had gone almost a millennium ago...' 'Well, there seems to be a straggler here.' 'Fuck, I hope they don't notice me. I DO NOT want to deal with that right now...' And then they were joined by a certain, pitiable man, apparently broken and barely put back together. And then another, gone again just as soon, though. 'Hm... That was awkward.' Agustin listened intently to their exchanges, blood now being directed as best he could to his ears, eventually having to try to keep himself from laughing at this spectacle. Such an odd assortment of persons interacting in this environ. Agustin watched. His gut sank when fisticuffs were engaged, afraid as it were for Aguirre, but knowing better than to intervene. T'would be suicide at worst, or at the very least; an unenviable position to put himself into. Kine cat-fights were best to be avoided in his days, but this was something else entirely. He was definitely relieved when the altercation came to an end in a somewhat friendly manner, to say the least. And then eyes widened in shock, horrified curiosity at the next licentious scene. He began to snicker at this absurdly humorous display and then to loudly guffaw at the subsequent continuance of the conversation. The thought of that man taming that beast of a woman! He couldn't help it, the laughter came without permission from his person. A certainly audible roar of a laugh. And then silence. The Malkavian froze in abject terror, knowing they had noticed his outburst. Amidst sudden realizations, Agustin now absorbed the rest of the information he had bare witness to. The idea of that fop down there going out on an actual date with Aguirre, and the confirmation from herself of being currently attached to someone. Agustin knew exactly who, though he was still surprised for some reason. Considering the man in question is a Nossie, after all. These things were a bit hard to swallow, confusing the fledgeling was no difficulty these nights. |
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| Mac | Saturday, 12. October 2013, 18:54 Post #40 |
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Goddess of Fuck and War
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"What's his name then?" She'd shift to face the woman as she puffed away on her blue lotus and ganja blunt, suddenly uneasy about something in her gut. She had seen Church and Aguirre together at the Construction site, and she would absolutely jump to the conclusion in her mind that would be worst. Church would be a worst case scenario for her, as she had certain unlady like intentions for the boy herself... And she was starting I see potential in Aguirre. They'd aired some shit between them, and she'd prefer not to have to cunt out on terms of some fucked up territory issues. Would she even feel that way though? Yeah, she supposed she might actually...of which she would absolutely blame that wee little bond between her and her last Donor. Anything she felt she didn't like? Blame it on Church. Sounded completely reasonable. There was two other Fangers there though, a pink haired Parkour kid and then that young... Other dude? The scrawny one? "Hey, is it the boy I won money for? He owes me a drink for that shit, couldn't feel my pinky finger for like twenty minutes." She'd fish for a name of course, needed a name to go with the face. Her zippo would be out of a pocket in a smooth movement, so natural in the way she interacted with her pockets that she was pristine at making people simply not notice her moving. She flipped the end, holding it out for Dawid as he went on about ... Love? What the fuck? "The only entwined feelings for me while fucking, are pain and pleasure boy. Don't get that shit mixed up in your head, love and sex have nothing to do with one another. And when I say I play rough, I mean -rough-. If you're not black and blue? You ain't fucking right. There's a line most people walk, little bit of biting and nails? I can't even see that line from where I play. I ain't no lioness, I'm the god damned mantis, make no mistakes." Then there was laughter, washing down from the rooftops like rain. While Mac liked to laugh herself, she sure as fuck was a paranoid mother fucker and was not impressed with whatever the fuck that was. A small little knife from her thigh holster, hand slipping into one of the rips in her jeans and sliding out again. Now, throwing Wasnt her -best- trick, but sure as fuck she'd get close. She threw that little steel fucker directly at the source of the laughter, her reaction to it done with the speed of any paranoid hit man. So fucking much for a decent, quiet night playing guitar. Sorry Mellisah, I'll play for you another night. Then she was taking off across the road, a jump of impressive force to grab the buildings fire escape and begin hauling herself up after whomever was fucking around. Edited by Mac, Sunday, 13. October 2013, 05:04.
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