Those who haven't frequented the bar in a while might recognise the hunched over figure of one Aeryn Sun at a table situated near the door. But whether recognised or not, she existed, book in hand - thumb pressed tight to the page in a kind of grim horror. The print on the cover certainly gave her no idea of what madness lay inside. The expression on her face was that of a woman who quite simply hadn't given a microts thought to what she was getting herself into.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with P. There's a Pixie near the Karoake machine, giving it the eye. She's yet to pick a song, but continues to stomp out a beat with her combat boot to an ear-thumping rythym. She appears to be wearing a pair of voluminous forest green bloomers and a leather jacket studded with metal spikes, but then, can you really trust your eyes? Because right now your eyes should be telling you that green winged seventeen-year-olds aren't all that common. Kaye Fierch doesn't mind standing out in a crowd and she just goes right on tapping her feet, wings fluttering madly on her back like some crazy fae tribal dance.
Most people sitting at the bar were eating, drinking, making merry - not Lirael. If you chanced to look at the very edge of the bar, close to the dusty bottles kept on shelves, you may have spotted the very top of her glossy, dark hair. Mostly, you would just see books, a very large, very precariously stacked mountain of books. Every few seconds a book fell, exuding a cloud of dust and a hand would shoot out to retrieve it, a soft murmuring coming from behind the makeshift library.
There's a young boy in the forest today, shirtless, predatory - he stalks back in forth from one edge of the forest to another as though deep in the process of making a decision. Jacob Black hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his low slung denims and tugs upwards. He's itching to change, to run, to get away from every feeling and emotion that's crowding his head, but still he resists. There's no Sam Uley here to tell him what to do and no Bella to turn to, isn't that half the problem?
There are certain people in the world that you can take one look at, and know they'll be trouble. Lilith's always been that woman, not that it stops men from realizing it until it's too late. If you look too long there's a big chance you'll get your heart broken and later find out your wallet and pride are missing too. If you ask her, she'd say she couldn't help it; that it's her nature - the same way a cat toys with a mouse before he eats it.
'Course, she'd probably be lying. She enjoys making mischief almost as much as she enjoys makin' profit.
Today she's in the men's bathroom crouching close to the floor by a stall, bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand, black marker in the other. Yup, nothin' like vandalizing the wall of the crapper to make you feel pleasantly juvenile.
[OOC: Well it's been so long since I've played I just wanna get back into practice so feel free to bring whatever you want to the table and ignore my stunted writing :P Open forever, available for slowtime. I am also famous for allowing any kind of drama to explode in my threads, go nuts.
As a note for tagging Lilith, even though it mentions she's in the men's bathroom, if you're a girl and want to talk, feel free to assume she's in the girl's bathroom because I don't want to slice anyone out.]
"How sure?" She drawls automatically, before she's even had the chance to properly process the question.
She turns, a tilted smile as her hand adds another number to the series of them she's writing on the wall. Above it 'Call Mordecai for a good time' is scrawled.
"Mr Spangler." There's just a hint of sarcasm in the greeting, after all, they both know the other was lying about practically everything.
"Only to the kind of lady who bothers with skirts and airs." She makes certain it's obvious she isn't that lady, just in case the rough weave combat pants don't give it away.
She holds the pen out to him questioningly, taking another swig from the bottle of half-drunk alcohol. Time for another game. Maybe if he draws something she'll know whether he's an artist or not.
Being a mercenary she's good at killing and morals never even entered the picture. For her morals are that whiny voice in the back of her head, a too-skinny kid who thought he could tame her. Hey, when your best friend with a conscience grows up to be a stone-cold killer, you can be forgiven for turning out the same.
She laughs - too loud to be ladylike - without a care in the world.
"How good a time?" She teases, the implication being that it might be a better try than Moist.
"People say it's dangerous." She runs her eyes over his face, searching for something, anything to give her just a little bit more of a clue. Whatever's said, people are fascinating and if you can get a good idea of them right away, you don't have to stick around for overly long.
"People are generally boring as hell." Un-protected. Fragile. No idea how to take care of themselves. An SMG and a bold attitude will get you a long way.
"What do you see?" It's fascinating, to meet someone as closed off as she is. Lilith might be fun and games on the outside, but dig deeper and you'll hit a wall of steel.
She doesn't play games unless she's sure she can win.
"An unbeatable one?" She doesn't usually stick around after she's banged someone and originally it was the idea of being stuck in a bar with him afterwards that held her back.
She has a door to escape through now and she very much suspects Alfred Spangler to be a man who doesn't invest emotions in such things. This makes him a much more attractive prospect.
Lilith takes his hand, turns it palm up and writes on it a single number.
"Maybe next time you'll impress me enough to get the second one." She tilts the whiskey to her mouth, savoring the way the flavor burns down her throat. For just a second one single finger follows the shape of the number on his palm.
Lilith leans forward just enough that her lips meet his, just enough to leave him wanting more. It surprises her how long it's been since she got any and the kiss is only a frustrating reminder of this.
"Until next time, Mr. Spangler." She gets to her feet and with a swing of her hips is gone from the bathroom, leaving him alone with a half-finished bottle of Whiskey, a single number, and an un-capped pen.
At some point in Jacob's stalking, there is a tall, broad-shouldered young man who smells vaguely wolfish and is peering at him with one eyebrow crooked down.
Mildly: "You seem agitated."
Teddy had only been out in the forest to get some exercise. He hadn't been expecting to encounter anybody.
Jacob's nostrils twitch, once, twice; he forces his shoulders to relax, shrugging lightly.
"I am." There's the same calm, easy demeanor he's always carried with strangers - the friendly guy - but underneath there's a tension he can never quite seem to shake. The wolf never leaves anymore.
The werewolf catches the bottle, still a tad suspicious, but takes a swig anyway. It's thirsty work being everyone's punching bag, never being able to please anyone. Heck, he's never even made a friend of the reservation his whole life before Bella. Got to bite the bullet on conversing with human, non-native guys at some point.
Deadpan's a good tool. Jacob relies on cheerfulness. Not today, though. He's ill at ease with the whole situation. He forces a small smile though, an attempt to make it like it used to be.
"I don't bother anymore." With the rippling muscles it might be hard to believe.
"I filled out." He shrugs again, something slightly suspicious in the way he averts his eyes. He's already at the tall end of six foot, but doesn't feel like discussing why with a stranger.
[ooc: I've been positively itching to play with several of your characters, so naturally I can't decide who to tag. Do you have any preference for a poetry lover and schoolteacher turned outlaw and cowgirl, who happens to adore several members of the Cullen clan?]
[I have no preference, whoever you think'd be fun! I should be able to get back around to tagging later tonight. Stupid timezones and unexpected visits. :)]
Kate's rather sure she's never seen a body so bothered by reading a book before. Which is saying something, coming from a former schoolteacher who wasn't above making the difficult boys stay after hours to complete their studies.
She's at a table not far from Aeryn's, poring over a map of 19th century Texas. Stalking the door, anticipating it to open its maw and suck her out, she's been keeping nearby like a jittery animal: not wanting to tip off its prey, while not wanting to get too far off.
"Ain't that good news?" she finally ventures, tipping her chin toward the book cover.
Aeryn's head rose sharply. She sought out the direction of the voice instantly - skills honed from years of combat. In Milliways, her guard was never up as high and when she saw it was only a woman she relaxed to a certain degree.
"Not the way humans do it."
One hand smoothed against her tank-top covered stomach, as smooth and flat as it ever was. She had no idea what to expect, once the pregnancy was activated, hence the reading.
No matter how often that question was asked it never ceased to bring a hint of annoyance to her long buried Sebacean ideals. She was in love with a human. There were human cells inside her waiting to grow in to a half-human baby. The Peacekeepers did nothing well if not instil their lessons, she couldn't help feeling a little irritated.
"Hardly. I'm Sebacean."
Beat.
"I've been told we're...similar." Sometimes she thought humans had a better idea of compassion, when they weren't slaughtering each other in masses.
Kate's the farthest thing from a soldier you're going to find, unless you'd consider a vigilante to fall under the same perimeters. Still, her senses are likewise sharp enough to pick up on the hint of irritation. Milliways is a good place to hone those skills without making a potentially deadly mistake.
"Sebacean."
Now, that rings a bell.
She resettles, shifting the guns at her hips into a more comfortable position.
"I've heard that before. D'you happen t'know a very lovely blue lady around here?"
The relief on her features was almost instantaneous. The tone of happiness in her voice was new too.
"Zhaan."
Zhaan who had fought with her constantly over morals and values. Yet when it mattered she had given her life for Aeryn's; that was not something you easily forgot.
It was hard to ever consider a time when Sebacean's hadn't had the Galaxy at the tips of their fingers to explore. If there was such a time, it was before Aeryn had been born and she had no desire to consider it.
The smile was returned with just a hint of hesitation.
"My --" Hard to find the words even now. "--partner--" It came out sounding vaguely strangled. "--I'm having John's baby. He's human."
Labour can last up to thirty six hours easily. Aeryn's 'partner', was going to be dead when she got her hands on him. Dead as a squashed Dentik.
"I think you're supposed to use that thing to play music, not just imagine it." He's approached from her left, two drinks in hand. "But maybe that's just me."
Ichigo's jacket is noticeably less spiky than Kaye's but he likes to think it stylish nonetheless. It may not carry the same air of mystery that his Shinigami robes are known for, but jeans and a leather jacket aren't so bad.
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So knocks at the stall door, "I'm sure there are more comfortable places to drink."
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She turns, a tilted smile as her hand adds another number to the series of them she's writing on the wall. Above it 'Call Mordecai for a good time' is scrawled.
"Mr Spangler." There's just a hint of sarcasm in the greeting, after all, they both know the other was lying about practically everything.
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He returns the greeting with a bland voice and a smirk. Sometimes its more fun to be uncomfortable if there's the rush of almost being caught.
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She holds the pen out to him questioningly, taking another swig from the bottle of half-drunk alcohol. Time for another game. Maybe if he draws something she'll know whether he's an artist or not.
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Try Teja for a good time.
Being a forger means he's good at details and morals are things that happen to other people.
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She laughs - too loud to be ladylike - without a care in the world.
"How good a time?" She teases, the implication being that it might be a better try than Moist.
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"Good enough though he tends to lecture and think he's better than everyone else."
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Teja's made him squirm far too often, this is a small but satisfying bit of revenge.
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She wouldn't make him pay. Not with coin, anyway. One thing every little girl learns sooner or later, everything in this universe has a price.
A brief pause and she snatches the pen back to draw a passable naked pin up girl, boobs included.
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"If he's as tight-ass as you say he's not gonna attack me for asking." And if he did he'd get twice as much trouble.
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And he'll make sure that its worth her time.
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"But I just ain't that cruel." The thought of it though, the thought of it makes her chuckle deep in her throat.
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"He's no fun. Started wearing a mask so you can never see him blush." It infuriates her to no end.
She wonders idly just how much it would take to make Alfred Spangler blush.
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It takes quite a lot though there are a few things that make him squirm.
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"What about you? Ever been propositioned for sex by a stranger?" She raises her eyebows, a paragon of innocence.
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It happened slightly more when he was still figuring out how to work, but now he's usually the one doing the asking.
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"People are generally boring as hell." Un-protected. Fragile. No idea how to take care of themselves. An SMG and a bold attitude will get you a long way.
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"They are and they see what they want to see."
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She doesn't play games unless she's sure she can win.
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Urquhart and Saffron are the rare ones who get even a glimpse of who's under the disguises,
"A challenge."
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She has a door to escape through now and she very much suspects Alfred Spangler to be a man who doesn't invest emotions in such things. This makes him a much more attractive prospect.
Lilith takes his hand, turns it palm up and writes on it a single number.
"The first number on my room door." She explains.
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He's a confident man and there's no rush if something comes easy. When she writes, he smiles, this is progress.
For him, sex is fun, emotions are complicated and best not dealt with.
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Lilith leans forward just enough that her lips meet his, just enough to leave him wanting more. It surprises her how long it's been since she got any and the kiss is only a frustrating reminder of this.
"Until next time, Mr. Spangler." She gets to her feet and with a swing of her hips is gone from the bathroom, leaving him alone with a half-finished bottle of Whiskey, a single number, and an un-capped pen.
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One number's a start and next time he will get the second one.
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Mildly: "You seem agitated."
Teddy had only been out in the forest to get some exercise. He hadn't been expecting to encounter anybody.
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"I am." There's the same calm, easy demeanor he's always carried with strangers - the friendly guy - but underneath there's a tension he can never quite seem to shake. The wolf never leaves anymore.
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Beat.
"In case you're thirsty from all that pacing."
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"Thanks. You working out?"
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Nobody could ever say that Teddy isn't socially awkward, but he covers it up with sheer deadpan fairly well.
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"I don't bother anymore." With the rippling muscles it might be hard to believe.
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He feels this is a sufficient question.
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Aeryn
She's at a table not far from Aeryn's, poring over a map of 19th century Texas. Stalking the door, anticipating it to open its maw and suck her out, she's been keeping nearby like a jittery animal: not wanting to tip off its prey, while not wanting to get too far off.
"Ain't that good news?" she finally ventures, tipping her chin toward the book cover.
Re: Aeryn
"Not the way humans do it."
One hand smoothed against her tank-top covered stomach, as smooth and flat as it ever was. She had no idea what to expect, once the pregnancy was activated, hence the reading.
She glanced at the book again, mouth a firm line.
"This can't be accurate."
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Blue eyes widen with a touch of surprise.
"Human, that is."
She'll break the news of whether or not the book is accurate later.
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"Hardly. I'm Sebacean."
Beat.
"I've been told we're...similar." Sometimes she thought humans had a better idea of compassion, when they weren't slaughtering each other in masses.
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"Sebacean."
Now, that rings a bell.
She resettles, shifting the guns at her hips into a more comfortable position.
"I've heard that before. D'you happen t'know a very lovely blue lady around here?"
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"Zhaan."
Zhaan who had fought with her constantly over morals and values. Yet when it mattered she had given her life for Aeryn's; that was not something you easily forgot.
"She's a friend." More like family.
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"So you are from the same universe. She explained a little; we haven't breached the stars where I come from yet, so you'll hafta excuse my ignorance."
Beat.
"Why are y'readin' on human pregnancy?"
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The smile was returned with just a hint of hesitation.
"My --" Hard to find the words even now. "--partner--" It came out sounding vaguely strangled. "--I'm having John's baby. He's human."
Labour can last up to thirty six hours easily. Aeryn's 'partner', was going to be dead when she got her hands on him. Dead as a squashed Dentik.
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Ichigo's jacket is noticeably less spiky than Kaye's but he likes to think it stylish nonetheless. It may not carry the same air of mystery that his Shinigami robes are known for, but jeans and a leather jacket aren't so bad.
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"Not planning on popping a baby out on the floor in three days, are you?"