Stoney
Hellions
Chester Williams
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Post by Stoney on Mar 20, 2009 0:53:22 GMT -5
Chester had a great deal of patience and had for most of his life considered Norrison to be his best friend, but recently he'd begun to re assess his position on things in general and certain things in particular. It was when Gina left that he started to question what this whole thing with him and the rest of his team was. What it had started as was something entirely different that what it had become and what that was right now he really couldn't say. Sure they were still tight and still a team. Still friends and a family, and all he could wonder was what they were going to become.
He looked at Shade as Inflict thumped him on his chest and wondered about him the most. For the longest he had been drifting away. He was hardly the same fun kid who used to play cards and make milk shoot out of his nose. Stoney could remember when they would laugh, he remembered when they all used to laugh, and not the same laughs they had now a days. Maybe it was the reason why he enjoyed so much his time with Chopper. It took him back to simpler times and it was just pure and real.
Not put on and false like tonight was. Chester knew this was more about picking brains for information than about shooting pool and having beers, but he was going to have as much fun as he could. He wasn't going to let Brock or Norrison mess with his head. He saw how messed up Stephen's head was and wondered where his mind was drifting as he stood looking at him for a moment longer. When he snapped out of his trance and asked 'what' Chesty just raised up his forehead and shrugged. There wans't much to say to a guy who was hardly there anymore.
Speaking of fake, he glanced over to the bar and looked to see fake incarnate sitting sipping on her martini. Rose had changed too, she used to be less vindictive or more tender it might have been. They all had changed. Chester though could hardly recall when it had happened as it had been such a gradual change and so subtle. Only now that his heart was missing the girl of his dreams to drive the beat of it forward with her grinding electric guitar and soulful eyes, did he notice how they were to one another.
The taunting comments from Inflict and Rumble were nothing new. Those he had dealt with as long as he could remember. Brock was always a prick, never stopping, and that at least hadn't changed... but Norrison always used to come and say something afterward. Not ever did he apologize, but he would sometimes bring little gifts, like food he had stolen from the mess hall, or paper airplanes he had made that were really cool to play with. Stoney looked back on his life now and smiled at the fool he had been all along.
He almost felt ill at the scene before him. He wanted things to go back to the way they were, himself to go back to the way he was-blissful in his ignorance, but then again....things were never really as good as anyone remembers them to be. The mind plays tricks as the bad memories fade at a greater rate than the good and leaves reminiscing a wonderful pass time for old ladies and the broken hearted.
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RUMBLE
Hellions
Brock Van Alstyne
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Post by RUMBLE on Mar 20, 2009 14:50:40 GMT -5
Brock's eyes were cold as ever as he laughed darkly at Norrison's questions that in his current state he was in without censorship as usual. "Faulk, Faulk, Faulk, see this is what happens when you're with the same old lady for over a year. You forget what the field is like," he said with a smirk glancing back at Rose, ever the Minx as she flirted with the bartender. "I'm setting my sights as high as they go man. My prize, she's the unattainable one. That bird that all the guys fall over themselves for but none can get. She's got this banging body those little workout clothes stick to like a second skin, damn... all the great things I can do with that body." The string of morbidly lustful thoughts went through Brock's head showing that even in the state he was in, his goal to claim his prize never wavered.
He slapped Norrison on the shoulder with a big cold grin on his face. "I know birds like her my brother, and when it comes down to it all she needs is the right touch to let loose. Biker birds are the most wild rides in the sheets that I ever had before, and my prize is pretty hardcore. Her bike's what the top street racers got, so just imagine how wild of a ride that bird really is? No workout clothes or anything like that is gonna fool me. And she's a great chase, I'm freaking loving these little games she plays. She pretends she doesn't want it, but we all know she does. I love me a good chase and a good game of hard to get. I always win those games, and I'm having a whole lotta fun playing this one with her," Brock said with a dark chuckle as he took a beer from the waitress' tray as she passed and downed half of it in one gulp. "Ginie was fun, alotta fun. That's what it was man, a fun time with that sick tongue ring of hers. Aideen though, she's the challenge, and I like a challenge."
"That Fire bird is my Ultimate prize, and I'm gonna laugh at the look on everyone's faces when I finally get her. Gonna need to carry a camera on me so I can see the defeated look on Ol' One Eye's face. Oh yea, and another picture of Wolverine's face and one of that albinos. Those are gonna go rightina the scrapbook. I'll start one juss fer it," he added, his words slurring a bit at the end but he maintained the dark smirk that never left his face whenever he spoke of his prize. I'mma win her and she'll be my to enjoy in every way I can think of. Until then I'm just gonna keep playing these games and get some action on the side with some random bird. Good times... he thought and leaned forward clumsily to make a shot, missing completely and not giving a damn.
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Inflict
Hellions
Norrison Faulk
Posts: 39
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Post by Inflict on Mar 21, 2009 14:43:27 GMT -5
"Oh my friend, if you want to talk about games, and having the right touch then you have come to the source of all knowledge on the subject." He winked at Brock who drunkenly had stepped in to take his shot in Norrison's place. Inflict could care less about that kind of thing and let him shoot without saying anything about it. He knew that Stoney was off his game and the Shade was never the greatest at pool anyway and his green drinks, sweet and tasty to go down so easy- were ass kickers so he'd be wrecked soon enough himself.
"Look there, you see my Rose of oh so many thorns?" He pointed at the bar. "Looks to be having a wonderful time with our mister drink jockey...go on my friend pull the beer tap handle like a good little monkey....Anyway she thinks she's getting to me- and she is- and I know she is doing it to get to me so I laugh at it, but I also know what she wants me to do...and the funniest thing is I will do it not because she wants me to but because I want to do it too. The game my brother, needs to be played by both parties...and I'm not too sure your bird is a willing participant."
He picked up his empty shot glass and nearly drained glass of Guinness. "I'm not saying stop playing, but maybe it's time to adjust your tactics, bend her without trying to break her. Offer up some kind of false hope of a gap in your defenses, a chink in your armor...draw her in....like a spider to a fly or a moth to a flame. So far it seems you've been the moth, not the spot I would want to find myself in." he grinned at Rumble as he said it knowing the truth would set his friend free, and let him see another point of view of the situation.
Brock was persistent, but there were other ways to overcome obstacles and banging his head into the wall the Aideen had erected around herself wasn't working. In fact if anything it appeared to be giving strength to the girl's convictions. Drinking the last of his dark beer he dropped the shot glass inside the empty pint and said "Excuse me while I play my hand in this round of 'the game'...it does take a certain touch." Rubbing his fingers together and with a nod of his head he turned and waked over to the bar.
Catching Machete in mid flirt with the bartender Norrison leaned up against the bar, his back to the beer monkey his eyes fixed on Rose's face. Placing the empty glasses down atop the bar he said "When you get a minute, I see you're busy back there solving the energy crisis, correcting Einstein's theories, and eradicating world hunger...or were you just flirting with my lady? Thing is pal" he said over his shoulder, eyes rimmed with rage "you don't know what she needs. You'll never know what she wants, and you couldn't deal with this bitch on her terms...looking at you I can tell you're to soft to beat a woman."
"That's the problem with modern society my son, all the men are so soft...look at yourself in the mirror some day and ask yourself when you gave up being a man." He turned his glaring eyes away from the bartender to look into Roses eyes and watch as she reacted to his touch. He reached his hand up slowly to stroke the back of his fingers against the side of her face right in front of her ear. He searched her body's record of injuries to find the one he had been searching for in a split second and inflict the pain on her once again...the hot sensual burning of melted wax on nipples, wax he had poured himself.
"It's the fear of it, the ecstasy in that exhilaration, that every woman needs to know..." he watched as his touch brought her to the point of being little more than putty in his hands. "...fear and pain my son. They all deny it, but they all crave it..." He looked back at the beer monkey and with a tone in his voice of a man who was about to kill said through gritting teeth "Now pour my beer and f you say another word to my girl you might make me angry...and that would be bad my son...very bad."
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Machete
Hellions
Rose Tapas
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Post by Machete on Mar 21, 2009 19:25:04 GMT -5
Rose's eyes were shining as brightly as her deadly purple archs while watching her man. Her back arched a bit and she bit her lip at the sensation that sent her pain receptors flying, but oh she loved his deadly touch. Her pink tongue ran over her dark red painted lips the smirk on her face deepening when she saw at the corner of her eye the nervous and shocked bartender as he refilled Inflict's drink without saying a word to her or even glancing her way. Rose was smug as ever and the dangerous look on Norrison's face combined with the feeling of the hot wax made her want to take him back to his van right then and there. Their game however was far from over.
She seductively uncrossed her legs, crossing them again only to have the heel run up her man's leg lightly, winking at Lorelai discreetly. "Hi baby, I been mmmm missing you," Rose said sighing at the hot delightful pain that shot all over her breasts. This was the part of the game where she stroked his ego, letting others see that she belonged to him and the way he could handle a woman like her with only a touch. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly. It was a light teasing kiss and taking his bottom lip between hers and pulling on it slightly.
"We were having a very interesting conversation baby, very interesting wasn't it Lorelai?" Rose caught Lorelai's eye while her hand traced Norrison's jawline. "She's willing to help us teach the albino tramp and her boy toy a lesson. I think that her help could makes things much easier for us," she said in a seductive voice looking into Inflict's eyes, the true meaning behind her simple words clearly conveying. "I think we should go about tonight another way baby," Rose said and pecked his lips seductively giving him a look with a message that clearly said her thoughts on the current situation.
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Frostbite
Paragons
Lorelai Kavanagh
Can you handle the cold?
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Post by Frostbite on Mar 21, 2009 22:45:04 GMT -5
Lorelai was sipping at the last of her Cosmopolitan when Inflict came up to Rose and freaked the bartender out before making Rose sigh pleasantly. She caught the wink and looked away with a smirk and a roll of her eyes. Looking back when hearing her name, she caught Machete's eye and nodded. "Yeah it was, and I was just asking about uhh you guys having my back in this, but I'm assuming you do so have fun there, I'm just gonna look...this way...I think.." she said after finishing off her drink and feeling her head spin some, so she looked off at the occupied pool table letting her head fall over to one side.
She leaned one arm back to rest on the bar table and felt it nearly slip before getting it to stay there and bit her lip to hold back a random giggle at watching the happenings at the pool table, not watching the two next to her but still listening. "Course it's gonna be easier, if I can act like a dumb goody goody around Brawnbrain should be cake," she murmured as input and then continued like she were talking to herself. "Pshh you guys stick out like an evil sore thumb," she muttered and giggled at it, enjoying the spinning in her head as she continued to watch the boys at the pool table, Brock being the most amusing since he was still bothering to play even though he was starting to suck really bad. The alcohol was starting to hit her and she could tell because the scene in front of her was starting to tilt sideways, and not cause her head was tilted.
I see what people mean when people look better drunk, really. Wooo-ee. "Really hotter now, tehehe," she giggled to herself as she focused on Brock more, watching him and letting her eyes slowly travel up and down his stumbling self a couple times as she could feel her mouth form into somewhat of a silly grin. Wonder how much fun he is, I've half a mind to try somethin' but I might trip. And trip. And maybe something else I can't remember. On and on about Aideen but what else's new? I should do something flirty soon or something hehehe, what I'll do for a piecea that. Gee Lor go you! she thought still grinning silly, only watching and feeling her tongue lick the corner of her mouth.
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Stoney
Hellions
Chester Williams
Posts: 67
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Post by Stoney on Mar 22, 2009 2:12:56 GMT -5
True to form, the rest of the night was a downward spiral. The pool was enjoyable and Chester helped everyone to the van, having quit drinking long enough before last call that he was pretty close to sober. He had held out his hand for the keys to drive back, but in the finest Faulkian style Norrison had told Chesty to freak himself with a broomstick and that "...and you'll a woulda been born before yesturdays before I even think you and- whut wuz I...?....get in the van you!" there was no taking his keys from him. He would simply have to be quick to grab the wheel if something went wrong, so he sat up front shoving Brock out of the seat and helping Frostbite to some company.
The ride home was frightening but for the most part uneventful as they only swerved four or five times and then managed to not hit any other vehicles as they parked up right in the front. Norrison didn't want to walk back from the garage and said "..to hell with Momma Frost, she can kiss my ass! I ain't walkin!" he had sobered up considerably. Stoney just shook his head and decided he would come back down after Norrison fell asleep and move the van himself. It was already to the point where sleep would be far too little to get him through the next day, so what was another half an hour more he had thought. Besides he had a free period so he would sleep in and all his other work was done.
Helping everyone out of the van and into the mansion was no small feat but with dogged persistance he chased down the Shade, all three times, as he had decided he needed to go for a walk and it was time for "...feedings- we need to have some...some..mmmmsss..." Stephen was no longer himself, that much was apparent, but Chester still cared.
Inflict and Rose managed well enough on their own and it seemed he would have little trouble from Brock since Lorelai was helping. It wasn't long though before his true nature showed and he was more than interested in things other than behaving like gentleman. His voice grew in volume and his rage grew as well until finally, with the Shade slung over his shoulder he was completely out of patience and he took his finger and flicked Rumble right up under his nose to get his attention. The sudden startle of it all shut him up and set him right again, that plus the mixture of pills and booze and he was quite a pleasant chap for the rest of the walk to the dorms.
Stoney dropped them off each in their rooms and went to get the keys from Inflict only to find the door locked. Taking the scenic route through the adjoining bathroom he got the keys and moved the van. On the walk back he heard the sounds of the birds and noted the sky as it warmed to the day. Rubbing his eyes he thought about his place in the world and stopped to look at the school in the first golden light of the day. He loved it here, there was no place quite like it that he had ever been... and he had been many places. It was special to him. Inside it held almost everyone who mattered in his world, everyone but one, she would be back he thought...he hoped, but until then he would continue to love this place. It was his home.
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