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| Sega | Jan 4 2011, 06:03 AM Post #11 |
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No sooner had Jenna shaken her hand free of residual pastry when the man of the still young hour exploded onto the scene. Or at least, that's probably how it felt to Ashton whereas everyone else just saw another guy with a beard harassing students (something which had become not only acceptable, but commonplace). The awkward pacing and hiding routine had Jenna standing in the middle whilst father and son circled each other for a short moment, and Ashton hissing from behind. Theatrical introductions followed, and Jenna proceeded with a very eloquent snot-vibrating sniff. "... Hey." Jenna responded, somewhat confused, before leaning back slightly to whisper to Ashton. "You were right about one thing; you never tell me about anything." She loosened her wrapped cords for comfort, something that was definitely new to Shen as the faint squeaking of rubber sliding over itself could be heard, and gave as pleasant a smile as possible. "Yeah he's rude, he didn't even tell me he had a brother... Well. You're obviously not his father, he clearly doesn't hate you enough." One could only imagine Ashton's inner horror as Shen saw the humour in it and chuckled under his breath. Jenna looked back over her shoulder to find the son still hiding behind her, which by this point was a commendable feat due to the height disparity. "He seems nice." |
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 5 2011, 03:41 AM Post #12 |
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Will grinned malevolently. It had been a long LONG time since anyone had asked him directions. Judging by the reluctant tone of the asker, there was no one else to help them, so they were entirely at Will's mercy. “Sure! I know the way to some bathrooms~ No problems at all, just follow me!” Ruben started to say something about Will being blind but the weapon quickly clapped a hand across the mouth of his best friend, trying for a disarming smile at Felix, “He's such a joker! You're such a joker Ruben! Stop trying to confuse this lovely gentleman here.” Taking Felix's hand, he led the young lad away from Ruben, only turning back to raise the brim of his top hat and attempt to wink at his good friend, and meister, before tugging Felix across the dance floor, determinedly heading for a nearby broom closet. “Now you might be surprised at how dark it is in the bathrooms, but you just have to find the light switch okay?” Will smiled brightly at his new Before the weapon could make his way to a more secluded, private, area he was stopped by some impetuous youth. The bow-tie was redone to an almost uncomfortable tightness around Will's throat, while slim, feminine hands adjusted his suit, even going so far as to neatly shove the untucked shirt back into Will's pants. The blind weapon grinned, “Wow that's the closest I've been to another man in a long time. Have you heard of personal space?” Will asked somewhat hypocritically, still clutching Felix's hand firmly and holding the other teen uncomfortably close. "Clothes are important too. You should never let them be mistreated." said the would-be clothing adjuster pompously. Will threw a punch at the boy's face by way of greeting, before crumpling slightly at the excess of pain that it caused him. The chip that was implanted in Will's brain as a fail-safe against him causing damage to innocents had been working on overdrive that night, as Will had punched his way through a whole cohort of peers. Why did being friendly have to be so difficult? The headache was starting to build up, and Will was forced to admit to himself that Sivan's was probably the last fist2face bunp of the night. “Ah sorry, you did such a good job rearranging my clothes I thought I'd try rearranging your face. You see, faces are important too. You should never let them be mistreated... although I don't see – no that's a bit of a stretch.” dissatisfied with the set up, Will pulled out of the blind joke just before the punchline, although (he reflected) there had already been a punch, so perhaps it was okay, when all was said and done. Absent mindedly the blind weapon removed his hand from Felix's and fumblingly undid his bowtie. It had been done up tightly, and probably could have gone the whole night without ever slipping out of place or becoming loose and shabby looking. With no care for the professionalism of the work, Will let the tie hang loose, and untucked his shirt, which felt uncomfortable when it was shoved into his pants. “Hey kiddo, lay off my clothes. Next time you stick your hands down my pants I'm keeping them.” |
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| The Batman | Jan 8 2011, 03:35 AM Post #13 |
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Felix saw Will's grin and paled tremendously. He tried to retreat but it was too late. He was already captured in an iron grip. Again. The teenager struggled and struggled in an attempt to not be dragged. Again. He tried to get away but alas... he failed. Epically. What with the sticking his feet to the floor and pulling back - making a very loud and very annoying squeaking sound - he didn't even notice a blue-haired person coming over. He did notice however he had stopped being dragged. He straightened himself and first and foremost, tried to get his hand away from Will's. Failing, he gave up and saw his notfriend was getting cleaned up by... uh, some other dude he didn't know. Felix raised a curious eyebrow. Neatfreak, anybody? “Wow that's the closest I've been to another man in a long time. Have you heard of personal space?” Will asked the stranger. Felix almost laughed. "Have you?" Felix snapped at the other weapon, once again trying to rip his hand away from Will's. He failed once more, but during this, Felix barely caught Sivan's first words to the pair. "... never let them be mistreated." Felix rolled his eyes. He can mistreat whatever he wanted to mistreat... wait no that was a lie. Nevermind. He noticed an arm being sent forward and Felix facepalmed. What was wrong with this guy? Who punches people that much when not fighting? “Ah sorry, you did such a good job rearranging my clothes I thought I'd try rearranging your face. You see, faces are important too. You should never let them be mistreated... although I don't see – no that's a bit of a stretch.” Will started to say. Felix scoffed. Was he trying to be funny? Because Felix didn't get it. The black-haired of the "Ooookay. Now that we are done with that, will someone WHO ISN'T CRAZY point me to the john?" Felix said in a demanding tone. He directed the forcefully capitalized words to the taller man standing beside him. Deciding to fix that he stepped away out of arm's reach. No way in hell was he going to be dragged again - at least not tonight.
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| Hitomi Saruka | Jan 8 2011, 05:13 AM Post #14 |
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((Hoping it's okay for me to just pop in XD I want to do more rping :PP)) Oh what a fool Hitomi had been for deciding to attend the New Years Eve party. It wasn't like she actually knew anyone there. Suzu hadn't attended (or so she had told her) and she was just about the only person she really knew. Trying not to look akward though, she had found a spot among a group of people. There were quite a few people there, so nobody would question why she was there. They would all think she was hanging out with someone within the group when she really was not. After about 10 minutes of just standing around, she had enough. She was beginning to get claustraphobic. She needed some space. Beginning to walk out of the group, Hitomi couldn't help but shudder everytime her arms brushed with someone else's. It was odd. She could reach out and touch the people in front of her, but it was almost as if they weren't real. It was odd to think in such a way, but the thought couldn't help but occur to her. Instead of continuing to think about it, she made her way out of the group. At least now she could breathe. Looking back at the group, she continued walking. Once again Hitomi was not watching where she was walking and ended up bumping into someone. Someone very familiar. Someone she had bumped into before.Taking a step back, Hitomi's eyes widened as she spoke: "I'm so sorry!" Apologizing. . . . again. It was (once again) to none other that Sivan, the creeper in the restraunt. Hitomi jumped even further back, her dress bouncing with her. She stood there frozen to the spot, almost scared about what would happen this time. She sat there thinking 'Oh crap'. Of course just as this event occured, another guy standing beside the small group Sivan was standing with, asked if anyone who wasn't crazy would point him to the restroom. Had Hitomi not been so shy she would have pointed the way herself, but she was indeed too shy. ((Don't hate me for such a short post compared to all of yours TT^TT)) |
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| newrikey | Jan 8 2011, 05:37 AM Post #15 |
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BAMF!!! Sivan's supposed hospitality had brought upon him a punch in the face. Never having been in a fight before, he didn't know what to do and instead flinched. This lead to a punch that he would definitely feel in the morning what with being weak and all. After trying to gather his senses, Sivan looked at his assailant once more to discover he had ruined everything Sivan had done for him and rather than be horrified, Sivan's mind started whirring the reasons as to why this could be. This is Shibusen, the school of violence... is that how they greet people here? Odd... Shibusen is odd. This is cool. Sivan smiled to himself as he worked out the social ethics of what Will did. Sivan wouldn't partake in the punching of faces, but it's nice to know about this rather than be offended. Sivan was so busy in his own world, that once he snapped out of his thought and Will had issued his threat. Sivan proceeded to place a hand on Will's shoulder. "It's ok... I understand man. You get back to what you do. It's all cool with me." Sivan took his arm off as he heard Felix speak. He shrugged in response and was about to continue his look for people until someone bumped into him. "I'm so sorry!" Wait a minute, Sivan recognized that voice. That voice belonged to the quite buxom female he had met at the restaurant. He had never heard from her again so this was spectacular timing. Sivan turned around smiling widely as he spoke in a much better mood forgetting about wardrobe offenders Felix and Will. "HITOMI! Why it's my lovely lady from before." His jovial mood would appear to others as if though the two knew each other very intimately but the way Hitomi was freaking out would make it obvious to others that it's much more different than what it initially appears to be. Sivan didn't mind though as he swung an arm around her shoulder as he felt the dress. It wasn't of shabby quality and it didn't look bad either. It was the way it showed off her chest area that Sivan quite admired. it wasn't the best job but for a girl like her, it's quite hard to make them fit. "Oh Hitomi, I have to say, the dress is quite nice but it doesn't flatter your chest enough. You have a great one and yet you inhibit the appeal and sexiness of them with the dress which although it's a bit tight, it's not tight enough to give the form fitting figure that would knock out any guy. you should have come to me since I know your measurements down to closest centimeter." Sivan brought Hitomi close to him as he turned his head to look at Felix and Will. Changing the locations of his hands, one of Sivan's hands was place on her waist as the other was used to hold her hand and outstretch it. "Hey guys! this is Hitomi. She's a beautiful lady with a great body. You've got admire the way she can offer a challenge to even the best of seamstresses. I'm jealous I have yet to make a dress for her." Sivan spoke as if though both people could see but Sivan didn't know Will was blind, but in the end it didn't matter. Sivan had a found a previous friend to hang with at New Year's |
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 8 2011, 03:12 PM Post #16 |
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"It's ok... I understand man. You get back to what you do. It's all cool with me." Will nodded, adjusting his clothes so that they were further askew, and displaying a floccinaucinihilipilification for fashion in general. Everything was as it should be – people were deferring to his good judgement, and other people were cowering. Things felt good. There was something he'd been doing but for the life of him the blind weapon couldn't remember what it was. Something to do with the punch being a little off? Perhaps he was supposed to be spiking the punch? No there had been something after that... with a small shrug Will shucked off the feeling that he had forgotten something; if he'd forgotten it then it mustn’t have been very important. "Oh Hitomi, I have to say, the dress is quite nice but it doesn't flatter your chest enough. You have a great one and yet you inhibit the appeal and sexiness of them with the dress which although it's a bit tight, it's not tight enough to give the form fitting figure that would knock out any guy. you should have come to me since I know your measurements down to closest centimeter." Will grinned, thinking that there was certainly more than one way to knock out a guy, but he supposed massive breasts would probably do the trick, if used as a bludgeoning weapon. On that note, he had a little something special to add to the punch – he'd just been reminded. "Hey guys! this is Hitomi. She's a beautiful lady with a great body. You've got admire the way she can offer a challenge to even the best of seamstresses. I'm jealous I have yet to make a dress for her." “Hi Hitomi!” said Will to a passing waiter. He took the man's hand and kissed it, before kissing all the way up the man's arm. “I'm blind, you see? So my way of greeting people is to feel their face... and stuff – you know, so I can get a good sense of what they look like. It's only polite.” With that warning, Will grabbed the waiter's chest with one hand, and made confused squeezing motions. This was surely the most flat chested woman he'd ever met. The waiter, near hysterical by this time pushed Will away, hurrying back to the kitchen muttering something about not being paid enough for this bullshit. “Well uh yeah – I guess that would be a challenge for any seamstress... but nothing that a bit of padding wouldn't sort out. Look I'd love to stick around and chat, but fellas, and ladies, I have the punch to see to. There's something wrong with it (it hasn't been spiked yet). Also you talk too much, did I mention that? Just blah blah blah...so boring” Still chattering away animatedly to himself, Will waltzed off in the direction of the food tables, seeming to have an uncanny knack for stumbling clumsily into people – especially those who attempted to avoid him (although sometimes it was less like a stumble and more like a full-body tackle). Edited by Imp of Chaos, Jan 8 2011, 03:13 PM.
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 8 2011, 04:07 PM Post #17 |
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Jayne waited with her arms crossed and a sour expression on her face. She fully expected this so called blind date to be some gangly youth who would break like a twig as soon as she as much as set eyes on him. In Jayne's mind, already, the boy would be red haired, with thick horn-rimmed glasses. His acne would probably be at war with his freckles for possession of his face, and his body would be – ah who cares? This was probably the worst idea she'd ever agreed to. Jayne growled audibly, closing her eyes and furrowing her brow with irritation. Why had she ever let people talk her into this? The girl sighed, rubbing her face with her hand. She knew exactly why she had let people talk her into this, actually. It was new years, and Jayne was sick of being treated like a boy. Just for once she wanted to be girly – goodness knows why, maybe she just wanted to see if she could, or maybe it was just to spit in the eyes of all those stupid little blonde bimbos that chattered and giggled behind her back all the time, talking about how she was too manly for a man and was probably into women. The thing that Jayne's mind was skirting around, was the fact that yes – she was nervous. Oz would laugh so hard at her right now, in a dress, waiting for a date to take her to a fancy party... wanting to be treated like a woman. It was almost the antithesis of the Jayne that was on general public display. Discretely Jayne shifted her dress. She felt both stupid and self-conscious at the same time, in a confused state of hating herself for giving in to the urge to dress up, and anxious to look beautiful for her date. Opening her eyes, the 'pirate' girl scanned all of the nearby bushes. She was sure that those girls would be waiting... watching. They'd probably be snickering the whole time, talking about how silly Jayne looked all dressed up. The pirate girl ground her teeth angrily, imagining all kinds of tricks and traps that might await her. Damn their eyes! She recalled the offer, not a few weeks ago Jayne had been sitting back relaxing under a tree when she had been approached by the girls. 'hey, do you have a date for new years?' they had asked. Of course Jayne had scoffed in their faces. 'Oh I knew she wouldn't have someone to take her... she probably wasn't even planning on attending!' one had said from the back of the group. The girls had tittered. 'We have someone who we think you'd really like... we could set you up on a blind date... if you were interested I mean!' Jayne had accepted on a whim, much to the amusement of the girls who had quickly fled. Whatever happened, the pirate girl had promised herself she wouldn't curse. All of her mumbling had let out a small wisp of blue that trailed off from the corner of Jayne's mouth. It was an unfortunate habit she had picked up – it is said that sailors could metaphorically swear the air blue, but Jayne had the bizarre ability to literally swear the air blue. It was a form of censorship, where all of her curse-words were uttered in complete silence, no matter how loudly she shouted them, and the air around her head and mouth would turn a vivid blue, which would dissipate like smoke only after the swearing ceased. Taking a deep breath, Jayne stopped swearing. She didn't want to frighten away her blind date person after-all. The blue quickly thinned and vanished. From far away there was the regular rhythm of hoof beats, and Jayne's heart leapt into her throat. Her face betrayed her anxieties, as she tried to straighten her dress inconspicuously, and left her arms hanging awkwardly by her sides – not sure what to do with them when they weren't being crossed over her chest. Awkwardly, Jayne tried to apply a smile to her face, resulting only in the corners of her mouth twitching upwards in more of a grimace. As the person approached, Jayne's smile slowly turned into a frown, and then an outright scowl. One of her eyes twitched with irritation. At first it was only the horse, and the white costume that she found horridly tacky. Soon, however, she realised that the person approaching was not a man, as she had expected, but a woman. Jayne's face grew redder and redder, and her usually clear monocle-eyepatch began to fog up, whether it was from embarrassment, or fury, not even Jayne could have said. Her arms went back up again, folded over her chest, and her brow was furrowed once more, casting her eyes into shadow and giving her a furious expression. Breathing loudly through her nose and grinding her teeth in an effort not to shout profanities, the pirate girl waited for her date to arrive. The horse slowed, the rider dismounted, and somewhat awkwardly approached. Jayne lifted her gaze to take in the other girl's face. “I suppose this is a pretty joke for you?” growled Jayne in a low voice, her fury evident. “You think it's funny, huh? How about I change out of this dress and I show you what's fucking funny?” In the distance shrieks of laughter and bad disco music drifted on the breeze from the direction of the party as a puff of blue issued from Jayne's mouth and gently drifted away. The night sky stretched overhead, and stars twinkled in blatant disregard of Jayne's anger. Somewhere nearby there was a host of crickets chirping, and the horse snorted quietly behind Ellis.
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| Kallisti | Jan 8 2011, 10:05 PM Post #18 |
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Oh great. Jus' what I needed; a blind date on a wager with someone who couldn't care less an' wants ta tear my head off. This is going well. She took a deep breath to ease the jitters, then stepped forward slightly. Clearing her throat, Ellis gave a stately bow, sweeping her hand to her side and dropping to one knee in a strange display of grace for the Weapon. The dark locks to the wig fell over her shoulders, and when she rose, a warm smile graced the masculine features. "Lass, what made ya think I was jokin'?" she asked softly, holding her hand out to the young woman to take her hand delicately. "Such a bonnie maid deserves respect, t' be cherished. They're a gift, y'see." Very lightly, her lips touched the back of the brunette's hand; a gesture of closeness and invitation without being intimate. "I could nevah do somethin' to make a woman question tha'." "I never was told your name, by the by," she added, smiling impishly at her date. "Though, I would reckon it's as lovely as you, m'lady." Surprisingly, while this seemed all an act and "in-character", the fact of the matter was that Ellis was always like this with women. She understood the need to reassure, to be gentle, and propose a view of a masculine yet reserved spirit. It was how she was, and for better or worse, it was how she had learned. The stallion nickered and nuzzled the cowgirl, and the Weapon settled an idle hand on it's nose, not daring to take her eyes from the lovely woman before her. Strong, too, this one, with an air of fighting spirit that not many women their age had. That touch of turning the air blue was amusing and interesting; did it do that all the time when she swore (as by the shaping of her mouth, she had been rather clearly) or just at random? Her dress was lovely as well, stitched together by a sure hand and a patient one, accentuating her features without posing immodest. It was charming, actually, and charm was something few at Shibusen could claim to have. That, and tact. But really, she'd sworn she would wear the outfit, and damned if she wouldn't treat a young woman with the utmost respect and kindness. Her Code abhorred such things, and so the idea couldn't even occur to her, even when she herself was irked at being played. Now, and for the rest of the night, her attentions were all on her date, and she would do her best to make it a New Year's that they would not forget... hopefully, in a good way. |
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| The Batman | Jan 9 2011, 02:53 AM Post #19 |
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"It's ok... I understand man. You get back to what you do. It's all cool with me." Sivan said after getting punched right in the face. Felix thought he was being nuts. You. Don't. Accept. That. When someone punched you in the face, you punch them back. Wasn't that the general rule? "I'm so sorry!" The text colors confused Felix for a bit as a new voice came into the mix, but he realized soon it was a girl. A rather pretty girl who had bumped into the guy with the clothes fetish. Poor girl. "HITOMI! Why, it's my lovely lady from before." Felix noticed Sivan was estsatic to see the busty girl - he acted as if they were the greatest of friends, or more. On the other hand, the girl was very uncomfortable, awkward. Sivan then ranted on about the girl and the girl's apparent sexiness. Felix's eye twitched at Sivan's pure bluntness. While he didn't catch all of the conversation, he noticed the words "flatter", "sexiness", and "measurements". To talk about a girl like that in front of her and she already felt uncomfortable? Even Felix noticed some socially awkward points with that. "Hey guys! this is Hitomi. She's a beautiful lady with a great body. You've got admire the way she can offer a challenge to even the best of seamstresses. I'm jealous I have yet to make a dress for her." "Uh huh. I thought you had a job that had something to do with clothes. Otherwise you woulda been just some freak with an odd fetish." Felix shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Why should he have even cared? "Aaanyway, not sure if it's nice to meet you Hitomi, but hey anyways." He wasn't polite enough to give his hand to shake. He also tuned out to whatever Will had said. Something about faces. “Well uh yeah – I guess that would be a challenge for any seamstress... but nothing that a bit of padding wouldn't sort out. Look I'd love to stick around and chat, but fellas, and ladies, I have the punch to see to. There's something wrong with it. Also you talk too much, did I mention that? Just blah blah blah...so boring” Will then retreated towards the food table - or so Felix guessed - and eventually out of the small group's sight. He sighed in relief. Finally, away from that nutjob. "So, where did you two meet up?" He thought best to be casual, despite Hitomi being all but that.
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 9 2011, 03:07 AM Post #20 |
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Jayne made a small choking noise in the back of her throat, almost completely paralysed with fury. She thought her teeth might break if she ground them together any harder than what she was already doing, and her usually olive complexion had been completely spoiled by a heavy blush. Jayne snatched her hand away from Ellis' grasp, pulling it back to a cross-armed stance defensively. Silently the pirate girl struggled with herself. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it was theatrics... they always seemed so corny to her. 'but then isn't that what you wanted? Getting all dressed up like this - making a dress in the first place? Didn't you want someone to sweep you off your feet?' chimed in a distant part of her mind. If this part of her mind had a face, Jayne would have taken great pleasure in punching it. Her fists clenched and unclenched as the girl sought for control over her rage. “Look... Lady. I don't know what you were told but there has clearly been a misunderstanding.” Jayne sighed heavily. She couldn't help but feel that this was what was called 'chickening out' – and the only place for chickens was as a part of some delicious meal. Kneading at her temple with her fist, Jayne closed her eyes and spent a few seconds thinking of all the things that could be made with chicken – soup, broth, curry, coq au vin, pasta, salad, casserole – the list went on. By the time she opened them again Jayne's anger was in check – still lying just below the surface, but for now it was contained. “I don't... usually...” Jayne's throat closed over. She didn't usually what? Get dressed up? Go on dates? With women? “I just don't. Usually. You know?” the weapon groaned and buried her face in her hands – this was such a mess. How do you go about telling someone that you aren't into women – as a side dish to not being into people in general... Why had she agreed to do this again? This was the worst idea ever. Who did she think she was anyway, going to stupid parties? Now there was some chick all dressed up fancy who thought they were going out on a date. Fucking brilliant. It was all the fault of those girls. Anger reared its ugly head again as Jayne contemplated those who had set her up. If she ever got her hands on them she'd slice, dice and peel them. Taking a deep breath to settle herself, Jayne looked up at her would-be date, meeting gun metal grey eyes with her green ones. 'I guess she looks pretty good actually... Maybe even handsome.' Jayne bit the inside of her cheek to avoid groaning and falling into her palms again at the unbidden thought. She needed to avoid thinking such things if she was going to get through the night. “That is to say I don't usually bloody-well go against my word. So uh, yeah. Let's go to that shitty party... although if I find those girls” the maiden's eyelid flickered dangerously, and an oily gleam shone from her eye-patch momentarily, “I'm gonna fucking flay them alive, those stupid little shits are gonna feel my wrath – I'm gonna stick those pieces of parrot-piss on a spit and slow roast them... then we'll see how bloody funny they think they are.” Jayne spent a moment contemplating the pleasing mental images this invoked, before turning her attention back to her partner. Feeling a tad stupid for making a formal gesture, she offered her hand to the other girl silently. This wasn't a fight she was about to lose – Jayne Silver had never been known to chicken out on anything, not now not ever. |
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