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Post by dargan on Aug 4, 2008 20:15:24 GMT -5
The distant ticking of a clock was the only thing that could he heard in the rec room. Everyone was gone, off doing their job, or at least not in this particular part of the building. It was so boring around here at these times, off duty but still no place to go. It was like being in an extremely large cage. Of coarse she could have left at any time she wanted, but truth be told, it wasn't as much fun without someone to pick a fight with. Sometimes she missed the old days, stalking around with fellow pickpockets and murderers. Then again that life had been over for a long while now. Still, there was never a dull moment back then.
Vice lay sprawled out on a large sofa, her tail hanging over one arm and flicking back and forth with each tick of the clock. Her eyes were closed, but that didn't mean she was asleep, no, far from it actually. She was lost in memories and thought, somewhere in the back of her mind. Somehow though, when she thought of those times, it always brought her back to the day of the raid, when she'd betrayed the hoard of bandits she'd once been a part of. The admiration she'd felt for the angels, and how they handled the situation, and realized again why she was here and not locked up in some small cell.
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Post by Rook on Aug 4, 2008 23:11:50 GMT -5
Rook had slipped into the rec room relatively quietly, anyone in Lucent was used to being more decked out at any given time, but Rook had grown used to working out in denim and a loose white muscle shirt, which was actually his intention, the wind was howling and as long as he wasn't on shift he'd avoid going out even to get to the damn training facility, he'd have to use the bench in the rec room.
What he found when he entered suprised him, it was almost never this dead in here, surely not everyone could be out, when the fuck did we get so short handed?
He was already half way through preparing the bench (which meant actually picking up one of the things---ulp) when he realized he was smelling someone and he peered to the other side of the room, finally giving up and walking around the sofa to see Vice stretched out like a god damn tabby.
He curled his lip in a half smile "and here I was so upset for some peace and quiet...you diddn't get anything either huh"?
It fluctuated, usually the old Angel was so busy he couldn't have time to turn around or have a poptart, let alone go into the rec room for some weight lifting just to pass the time, but hell, when it was high it was high and when it was low it was god damn boring.
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Post by dargan on Aug 9, 2008 20:39:25 GMT -5
Vice didn't move, instead just opened one eye to stare up at Rook for a moment before flicking her tail in his direction. She was tempted to completely ignore the older man, but instead she slowly propped herself up on her elbows, blinking and looking over at where he'd come from. "Workin on gettin your flabby ass back into shape eh?" She muttered, then turned back to rook with a rather bored expression.
Slowly she sat up, then stood, stretching. Her shoulders and back popped and cracked in several places as she moved, giving away that she'd been laying there for quite some time, though her lean muscles tightened under her pelt, rippling. She had the body of a gymnast, and the agility to match, though she rarely got to show that off while trailing around other angels. Vice was starting to wonder if they still didn't trust her, the assignments always with someone else, never solo missions, though it was probably for her own safety that way.
Her fur bristled and muzzle parted wide with a yawn that stretched her rims above her fangs and into a rather vicious looking snarl, though it was unintentional. Relaxing a little she shook her head. "Bout damn time."
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Post by Rook on Aug 9, 2008 21:20:23 GMT -5
"Everybody's a critic, you know having a dyke tell you that kind of thing is like having a vegan tell you your minestrone's..."
He had strolled back to the bench, swooping quickly under, taking a deep breathe before coaching it off the bar, his breathe hitched as he lifted the first set without too much trouble.
" too spicy".
He clicked his tongue "By the way don't you have something useful you could be doing, I mean even I'm saving the general public here...from flabbiness"?
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Post by dargan on Aug 9, 2008 23:58:23 GMT -5
She tilted her head as he spoke and watched him move back to the bench with narrowed eyes. Vice followed, though taking her sweet time, step by step, stretching her muscles out as she went and twisting her neck so that it cracked rather loudly. With a sigh she moved to the head of the bench and looked down over him as he lifted. A smile pulled across her muzzle, her eyes still narrowed and showing just the slightest bit of mischievous fire. "Oh come on now Rook, don't tell me ya aren't attracted even a little." She said in a somewhat flirty, teasing voice, lifting her tail up to his face and dragging the tip around his neck and chin and leaning over him slightly as if inspecting his hands.
In truth, she really didn't have anything better to do right now. She was kind of stuck here at the moment. Without having any orders, the girl just didn't know what else to do with herself. "Nope, not really... But now that you're here..." Her voice trailed off as a smirk pulled onto her muzzle.
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Post by Rook on Aug 10, 2008 1:08:04 GMT -5
He growled, unsettled, he diddn't let it show much though, he knew she was just baiting him. The thing that usually annoyed him the most was when he had to go to those retarded little Loft parties, with several of the Elders and listen to them sneer at eachother over their martinis, ocasionally a tail would brush against his thigh and he'd be sat down for a meaningless little talk about meaningless little things. The girls he had known in the past, the girls he knew at the Angels were a completely different species from these mindless chatter boxes and despite the fact that he was a grizzly old man by now he still occasionally drew them.
But he just couldn't seem to...was it the fact that they usually wanted him for status? I mean still, wouldn't a normal guy who hadn't gotten laid in a decade not care?
Really Vice was hot as hell, Rook just....
Wasn't even interested enough to appreciate the joke, and she knew it.
However he was a good sport, having called her a lesbian about two minuites ago he supposed he deserved that.
As he lifted the weight a third time he batted her tail away with his own.
Cheap shot, are you really that bored?
"Stop it beautiful, your blinding me". he drawled sarcastically.
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Post by dargan on Aug 10, 2008 1:39:18 GMT -5
She looked a little disappointed, but then again she'd done this before, always with the same result. Her smirk only widened as she leaned over him more, placing her hands on her knees and her face just out of the way so that he wouldn't 'accidentally' deck her across the head with the bar. Her nose was only inches above his, but the smirk still tugged wider across her muzzle until it was a flat out, crazed grin. "Keep up that sarcasm and I'll just have to do something a bit more drastic.." She whispered, standing up again. "And you don't want that now do you." She paused for a long moment before undoing the cross straps around her chest that normally held a scythe-like blade in a leather sheathe tight to her back.
She walked to a nearby table and sat them down, starting to unclasp the first few buckles of her lather vest while looking back over her shoulder to Rook.
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Post by Rook on Aug 11, 2008 1:34:30 GMT -5
Oh yeah, after ten years the other team seduces me, come on Vice.
He had to admit it was a pretty good way to curb boredom.
As Rook slowly brought the weight down to his head, exhaling deeply in the corner of his eye he saw Vice move, eloquently as any feline, he twitch a whisker and took another breathe as he lifted again starting to get into a shaky rhythm. After awhile curiosity caught up with him and he turned his head wondering what Vice was doing when he almos dropped his weight..
Was she...stripping?
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Post by dargan on Aug 11, 2008 1:49:06 GMT -5
Vice's ear flickered slightly and she turned back around, half grinning before finishing with the last buckle on her vest and pulling it off of her shoulders only to reveal a gray sports bra. She'd always wore SOMETHING under her vest, even though half the time it didn't seem like it. Her tail swept across the floor as she placed her vest on the table with the leather straps, running her fingers through the fur along collar before stepping away and turning around to look at Rook. "Careful there, don't want to crush yourself." She muttered.
Arms lifted above her head, her left gripping the right at the elbow and tugging at it lightly to stretch the muscles, then switched to the other. She grunted lightly, walking slowly out into the middle of the floor and shoving a couch out of the way.
The old guy had a point, better to be ready than to loose your touch at a crucial moment. She walked back to the middle of the floor and stopped, shifting her weight from one paw to the other before raising her arms straight out to her sides, her shoulders arching and a breath escaping her lungs as she cleared her mind, the muscles in her legs tightening ever so slightly.
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Post by Rook on Aug 11, 2008 21:46:30 GMT -5
Rook laughed out loud, it was a rough sound, but not an unpleasant one, as he sat up wiping away the thin traces of sweat beading at his brow with one of the white towels on the shelves nearby and picking a novel, heavily dog eared off the shelves, as well as a glass of scotch from the mini bar, sitting down on the couch which Vice had unknowingly warmed up for him and laying back as he tracked a killer, for once in someone else's skin and not his own.
He watched her looking up from his reading spectacles occasionally, of course there were aesthetic reasons, he diddn't deny it, but it wasn't really much to do with Vice at all, it was almost habitual by now. Rook, as the Council of Elder's personal deathwhore was used to living, even when he was comfortable like this, as if at any moment he'd have to be on the offensive.
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Post by dargan on Aug 11, 2008 22:08:39 GMT -5
She stood there for a few moments, just allowing her body to relax, though the muscles in her legs seemed to coil like springs, drawing her body lower to the ground. All at once they released, thrusting her body into the air, easily reaching five feet before kicking out one leg and spinning her body in mid air. She landed with a soft thud, standing on one leg and following through with the spin with the upper part of her body. At once she recoiled, slashing unsheathed claws through the empty air with enough speed and strength to rip through flesh and tear deep gashes into any victim.
She paused, holding her position for a split second and hurling her body into a graceful back flip, thrusting off of the floor with her hands and landing a few paces away, her movements liquid and flawless. Again she rebounded, her foot paws planting themselves firmly on the back of the couch that Rook was now sitting on. "Well that didn't seem like much of a workout. You didn't even work up a real sweat. " She said spinning around to walk across the back of the couch, her tail sweeping at his face.
"You won't be protecting the world against that flabbiness if ya only do that little bit, then sit on your ass to read a book ya know." She grumbled, stepping off the back of the couch and landing on the floor with a spring in her step.
She paused for a long time before turning to look at him over her shoulder. "I wonder why you aren't like the rest of these fools..." Her voice was quiet, more serious than before.
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Post by Rook on Aug 12, 2008 23:50:07 GMT -5
"Mmm" he mumbled turning the page and taking a large drought from the glass of scotch, looking slightly more comfortable than before, but also a little disheveled.
He took his sweet time replying, deciding to read the rest of the next two paragraphs before he finally answered her.
He looked up and eyed her, a small ironic smile of his sharp features. "I wasn't in the mood I suppose, besides I think I got ample exercise today, I did chase down a thief on the Walk. Nothing too exciting though, just some punk ass kid...granted he was a cheetah so it wasn't as easy as you might suppose". He took another small sip, clearing his throat as he warmed up nicely, the little bit of lifting he'd done as well as the booze made the chill dissapear from his fur.
He shrugged "Didn't your mother ever tell you that everyone was born unique"? He said that before he could control himself, he inwardly hoped she wouldn't take offense, Rook hadn't known his own mother for very long, and he assumed from Vice's record she hadn't either.
Who knows, I only read she's an ex-con, apart of that big gang bust, hmph, I can relate really.
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Post by dargan on Aug 13, 2008 0:30:41 GMT -5
She turned towards him with lowered brows, giving him a warning that she didn't want to answer his question. She only grunted in response to his little story. Chasing down a cheetah was hard work indeed, however she doubted that the older Angel had even let him get to far. She could sympathize with whoever it was that he'd been chasing though. It was a harsh world out there, and if you didn't have the means to support yourself in it, you had to find some other way to do so.
Vice looked away again, calming herself before walking slowly around the couch and flopping down beside Rook, her tail flipping around in an irritated twitch. "It sure as hell is dull around here. I haven't had anything to do all fuckin day!" She hissed, her spotted pelt bristling around the back of her neck. Again she looked at Rook, staring at him for a moment with half amusement. "You look a lot older than you really are when you've got your nose shoved in a book. Nothing like when you're out there kickin butt." She muttered. As much as the young mixbreed didn't want to admit it, she had a lot of admiration for the man.
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Post by Rook on Aug 13, 2008 0:43:40 GMT -5
Rook raised his eyebrow at her, half in amusement and half in irritation and drawled dryly, finishing off his scotch and wiping his mouth.
"You know, I was a writer before I was a fighter, and I have ample evidence to conclude that the whole "pen is mightier than the sword thing" has it's moments".
He snorted and his eyes flashed mischeviously
"Ya hillbilly"
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Post by dargan on Aug 13, 2008 0:54:37 GMT -5
Hillbilly?.... Her nose wrinkled at that comment. She wasn't a hillbilly, she didn't even come from the country. The though of Rook being a writer though, was enough to baffle her slightly. He didn't seem the type to have much of an imagination, let alone enough to write anything worth reading. She snorted, Slapping the book with one hand. "That wasn't a very good taunt ya know. I'm sure you could come up with something much better than that. If you are a writer. Something better than calling me a lesbian, a dike... I mean, that's like me calling you gay." She said smirking.
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