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Post by Rook on Mar 30, 2008 2:10:11 GMT -5
Christian scowled a scowl which was not so much a scowl as a pout as his beverage soaked into his shirt. Suprisingly it was not actually his fault, the nimrod waitress had spilled the fucking thing. The waitress was not even that attractive so no amount of cleavage ogling could possibly make it better. The Kangaroo smoothed his blond hair in irritation as she muttered her apologies. Finally when she bent over displaying her disappointingly small breasts clearly he lost his temper.
"Nice show, Modest Molly"
"What'?
"Don't put your fuckin' cleavage on display. I don't want to see that. Just clean up my drink".
Blushing, she pulled up her shirt looking mortified as people snickered nearby.
"I'm...very sorry sir"?
"Well don't just stand there clean up my drink"!
"Don't raise your voice at me Sir".
"That isn't raising my voice THIS IS RAISING MY VOICE".
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Post by Adeline on Mar 30, 2008 12:20:29 GMT -5
'Kangaroos in THIS freezing cold wasteland? Now I've seen everything,' a white tiger thought to herself as she entered the Wallside cafe to find a kangaroo chewing out an apparently clumsy waitress. Poor things both.
Adeline had not been having a good couple of days. First was the whole thing with Tenna. Why the HELL the idiot had killed that cougar was a mystery unto Adeline which she was not curious enough to find out. And NOW another one of her groupies had mysteriously disappeared. Normally she went to Angelo's after this sort of thing had happened to get drunk in a celebration of the shortcomings of life. Now, for a change of routine, she had decide to go to the Wallside Cafe, hoping it's quieter atmosphere would help her think about everything and make some changes in the rebel society. She had been mistaken when she assumed it would be quieter. All 20 or so furres in the bar were watching the scene between the kangaroo and the waitress. A very loud scene. Her leather boots, normally easy to hear, were drowned out by the kangaroo's temper. From her point of view, the tiger thought that the kangaroo had overreacted.
"You know," she said, speaking to the kangaroo as she approached. "A temper like that could get someone in very big trouble one day."
She sat beside the soaking kangaroo uninvited, waiting for his reply.
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Post by Rook on Mar 30, 2008 13:35:46 GMT -5
Christian turned, ears flat as the waitress finished mopping up hurriedly and quietly slipped away.
"Ye know, someone not minding they're own business could also get someone in very big trouble one day". His eyes were narrowed and his fists had raised just a fraction, he did not intend to punch this girl in any case, it was just a natural reaction.
She was also very pretty, and rough looking, just like he liked em he noticed, a step up indeed from that balmy waitress.
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Post by Adeline on Mar 31, 2008 21:07:09 GMT -5
Adeline laughed, well actually, no, it was more of a sneer. "I never mind my own business. Or, more correctly, everything's my business...where'd that damn waitress go? Oye! You, bartender dude, get me a pint!....No I don't care what the hell's in it, just get me something to get me damn wasted! Again...too much these past few weeks."
The bartender, a different person from the clumsy waitress, hurried to Adeline's request. The tiger adjusted her tripoint hat and tipped it over her left eye. "Seriously though. I speak from experience. Tempers hurt."
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Post by Rook on Apr 2, 2008 21:38:50 GMT -5
Chrstian snorted as she displayed her attitude for the world to see. "Yeah I can tell you have a lot of experience when it comes to tempers". He turned to look at her "What's your name anyway? You cant just come by and plop down beside me, you dont even know me. I could be trouble girlie".
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Post by Adeline on Apr 4, 2008 0:23:39 GMT -5
"First of all," Adeline said, staring him in the eye. "Don't call me girlie. And second of all...call me Adie. Last name's not important. First name's unique enough to remember. And third, I've also had plenty experience with trouble. And, to finish...What's your name anyway? I can't just come by and sit next to someone who I don't know the name of. You don't even know me. I could be trouble Hoppity."
She knew he wouldn't probably wouldn't like to be called Hoppity, a slur on his unique race, but her sarcastic wit pushed her to copy almost everything he said, or in his style anyways. Adeline's drink arrived as she thought to herself 'Not only 'could' I be trouble...I am trouble.' She took a long, hard swig.
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Post by Rook on Apr 15, 2008 1:44:02 GMT -5
Christian smiled simply enough and very...assininley contradictory to his nature he said in a mock-cultured voice that hardly worked because how much of a prick he was. "A pleasure to meet you Madame Adie" He leaned forward and kissed her hand, curling his lip as he pulled back.
"Fair's a fair, my name's not hopitty, it's Christian Crook. " One ear flattened...crookedly. "Just call me Chris and give me cookies".
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Post by Adeline on Apr 15, 2008 22:55:00 GMT -5
Adeline snickered as Christian put on airs, pretending to be much higher than he really was, attempting to be a gentleman. "I've not seen such ventures into the past since my old home," Adeline said, referring to his gentlemanly gestures. Then she gave a disbelieving laugh. "Well met, Sir Chris, Long days and pleasant nights." It was a saying she had learnt in her times at sea for wishing good fortune upon people, and just saying 'nice to meet you.'
"And to add," the panther said, "I'm not much of a cookie person. I prefer pie." She smirked.
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Post by Rook on Apr 17, 2008 21:18:34 GMT -5
Christian leaned forward and sneered something very unwise on his part, at least from any spirit or One God that perhaps bothered to loom over the cold sky in Lucent any more.
Christian, despite his name, had always doubted it existed frankly, and this was further proved when he fearlessly spat.
"I could give you a pleasant night darlin'...some sweet pie too... just shut that trap of yours and give me a chance..."
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Post by Adeline on Apr 23, 2008 19:54:22 GMT -5
At that last comment Adeline turned a dagger stare on Christian. Fucking Kangaroos.
"If a whore's the only thing you care to place me as, I think I'll go get drunk elsewhere, thank you very much Mr. Crook."
The tiger looked at him through slitted eyes. How dare he make such assumptions about her. First of all, she hadn't been flirting with him in the slightest, or she hadn't thought so at any rate. If Groves were here....Adeline could just see the little Kangaroo hopping all the way over the friggin gates. Or being roundhoused over them, more like. Adeline personally was fine as long as Christian got the message that she wasn't up for grabs and wouldn't try anything else. However, if he did try to grab her, or anything like that, he was a cooked joey.
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Post by Rook on Apr 26, 2008 23:40:40 GMT -5
Christian stood, not exactly shocked but bewildered by her fire, he thought she'd just retort...not growl at him and try to assault him!. Watching her tail lash like a cartoon kitty clock (only far more aggressive than Felix ever would be) he cleared his throat and muttered "Sorry gel. Don't get in a fit I won't try anything". Crossing his thumbs and leaning forward his eyes grew a bit less deliberate...and became more cunning than mean though both categories were still in affect.
"That's an awfully big butter knife you got there Gelly. ..Where would someone like you acquire it...and why"?
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Post by Adeline on Jun 3, 2008 11:45:38 GMT -5
(Okay...I give in, I will pick and prod my way through your post and post to it...because I am bored  ) Adeline narrowed her eyes at Christian's comment about the butter knife...and the pet name he gave her. She didn't like either. What knife was he talking about? Oh, right...The tiger followed Christian's gaze inside of her frock coat, where a real genuine dagger was attached to the side of her pants. That "butter knife". She looked back at the kangaroo. "Stop with the pet names. My name is not "girlie" or "darlin'" or "Gelly", it's Adie. Get it? Got it? Good. Second, what I do with this dagger and how I got it is really none of your business unless I do actually turn it on you. Then be worried. Now...shall we talk about something else, Mr. Crook?" She took a long swig from her drink, swirling around the amber liquid in the glass as she did so. She had only seen a few kangaroos on her travels, and they were all good-tempered and hospitable. What was wrong with this one? |
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Post by Rook on Jul 9, 2008 15:33:08 GMT -5
(*crawls back on belly*, I suppose sorry won't cut it? D:)
"Sorry Adie-m'-dear it's just th' way I was brought up".
He said is a soft sneer, she could rub whatever knife she wanted in his face, he wasn't going to change his manner of speaking to give into her ego.
"Don' blame me, blame my mother. Whoever she is". He pronounced "mother" like "mudder", it was something easily avoided even with a deep accent but apparently he diddn't care enough about his roots to be socially correct.
Well that was obvious by the way he had tried to hit on her a moment ago. Maybe she hadn't been about to assault him after all, though she did indeed have a knife in her coat.
Funny, it was like some deranged 15 year old girl was controlling his life...
"Very well". he said sitting down again and looking at her more seriously.
"Y'look like a gel with a purpose, and not a completely innocent purpose. Dunno if that's how your directin' our conversation but if you want to talk about it"...he trailed off, his eyes were narrowed.
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Post by Adeline on Jul 16, 2008 14:31:34 GMT -5
"Talk about what?" Adeline asked the kangaroo innocently enough, "my purpose?" The tiger laughed at the question. "My purpose, dear Mr. Crook is to get drunk. Upon getting drunk I will leave, stumble home, and sleep without a worry in my dreams. Then the next day I shall wake up with a most terrible hangover, learn about yet another mess-up in my 'department' and proceed to get drunk again. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. That, Mr. Crook, is my purpose. What is yours?"
She was only half way there to getting drunk, Adeline realized as she polished off yet another mug and banged for another. The bartender looked a little uneasy, but he realized that the tiger looked stable enough and obliged. As Adeline slowly intoxicated herself, the downer calmed her a bit. She was not a very obvious drunk. Well, she would slur her words slightly and sway in her steps, but swaying was natural for her after a lifetime at sea. She wasn't overly flamboyant or seductive or angry. She was Adeline. Drunk. But she hadn't reached that point yet, slightly fearing what the kangaroo would try to do if she did get completely drunk where her conscious mind no longer had any control over her. She really needed to find Groves...but only after she got drunk. She needed to get drunk. As she said, that was her purpose.
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Post by Rook on Jul 17, 2008 13:38:19 GMT -5
"Hnnnm. Mine is about th' same except it's also to get laid an' get somethin' to eat without daft waitress spilling it all over me."
His shirt was drying now at least, so he diddn't look like a complete jerk. When he mentioned getting laid he was sure to sound casual, obviously this one's sense of humor dwindled when it came to the opposite sex and their desires. I finally get a bad ass, attractive gel to come and sit by me and I find out she's a frickin' femininist. Or a lesbian. Or both.
He doubted she was a lesbo, he knew a couple, was friends with 'em, and his radar wasn't on the blink.
Still, she obviously had something against anything under the age of 50 that had a dick, so he had to be careful what he said, something he was never particularily ace at.
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