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  2. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Nadya yanked open the door and practically pirouetted inside the school, then strutted down the hallway, the hidden heels of her over-the-knee boots clomping on linoleum. People starred, but then, they always did and it never (almost never) bothered her and this time, she knew they were looking on in admiration and want... or envy. Grin widening, her tossed back her leather jacket. Her hair was tied up in a pair of pigtails, the tip of one freshly dyed blue, the other dyed red, and in the snug bustier, her boobs looked amazing. And with the mesh undershirt, she even adhered to the dress code. Barely. She was hawt and her boyfriend was going to loooove the look. She feet led her to the computer lab, her silver-grey eyes widening in delight at the sight of her boyfriend. She grabbed one of the computer chairs, straddled it and with a kick, launched herself down the row of computers, the caster wheels skittering over the tiles. "Heee-eeeeey!" The boy of Nadya's dreams looked up and around at the sound of her voice and she slowed her glide with a dragging foot so that her chair just barely bumped into his. "Na-Nadya?" he stammered. "Whuh-" "Miss me?" Nadya cooed huskily, a finger toying with his bow-tied playfully. Then she grabbed a fistful of his shirt in both hands and pulled his close. "Miss this?" The kiss was deep, thorough, and tongue-tacular. Nadya was almost breathless when it ended and her boyfriend was seeing spots. She planted her elbows on the low back of the chair and cradled her chin in her hands after giving her boyfriend's bewildered friends a wave without turning her adoring gaze from him. Her boyfriend hardly looked any less bewildered and startled - he looked adorable! "Heya, Niles' friends, whassup? I can hardly wait for the Dance, Niley."
  3. Austin Lange

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Austin's lips curled into an honest smile, this was a very pleasant surprise. It was refreshing to see she wasn't always so poised and perfect, that even she could get flustered, if only a little. He didn't try to hide how happy it made him, and he nodded. "Of course I'd like to walk with you, it'd be a pleasure." When she moved aside to allow him to exit his home, he closed the door behind himself, and then took up station closest to the street as they set out for school. "You look nice today Yokiko."
  4. Fisher Capra

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Every kind of awkward indeed, as Fisher had been driven hard (as teenagers tended to) to imagine Darcy putting out with him, and the cherry filling serving as a useful prop in said coupling. With difficulty, Fisher tore his mind back to reality, thus he skipped over correcting her that no, he'd been in Salem three years, and thus it was 'like, before high school.' And then his face darkened hearing about her verbally abusive father. "Asshole. Still... it could be worse." He had no idea that it was, but Darcy was silent for a moment, recognizing the reference to his practically lifeless father. It was something Fisher chose not to talk about, so by convention Darcy too routed out that subject for the sake of her (possibly alien) (boy?) friend.
  5. Rachel Cooper

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Rachel took Billy's hand and they walked up the path toward school. When they got near the flag pole she pulled him off the path into the trees. "Come on." They went only a few yards to where they were covered from view of the path. Rachel pushed Billy up against a tree and pressed her mouth to his in a passionate kiss. "Am I too aggressive Billy?" she asked between kisses. Billy was flushed and a bit unsure but he let his hand rest on her waist and upper buttocks pulling her into him returning her kiss as unexpected as it had been. "I..I don't know, don't care." After another minute of heavy kissing it was Billy who pulled away. "Hey, whats the rush Rae?" Rachel hung her head and sighed. "I just wanted to ..." She raised her head and looked into his eyes. "I just didn't want to disappoint you." "What do you mean?" Billy wasn't quite following what kissing had to do with disappointment. "My dad grounded me, because of the fight. I have to go straight home after the game. No dance." her voice was barely a whisper.
  6. Dave ST

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    [Rachel] She approached Billy and the sight her he smiled and greeted her. He slung his pack over his shoulder and waited for her to catch up so they could walk together. "Hey, Rae. What's up?" [Nadya] Today she felt great! It was the night of the homecoming dance, her and the Band were doing great things in Salem... things couldn't be better. Her old beater pulled into the school parking lot with a grumble and a backfire that sounded like it might be a mortar shell going off. Okay. Maybe her car could be better, but it was a classic! Rae-Rae hadn't really been sociable the last couple of days and everyone knew she was in trouble for the fight at the Drip. Were it not for Dari, she may have been banned for life. The damages were minor (few a drops of blood on the pool table and a few glasses broken in the scuffle) but the Drip was treating it like her and Bridgette ran in and shot up the place, complete with bullet bandoleers and chewing oversized cigars. By order of the Sheriff they were doing 'community service' there for the next few weeks, starting Monday. Bummer. So when she saw Rae-Rae she tossed a wave in her direction along with a wide smile. Rachel offered a smile back and a solemn wave that warned Nadya that Rae-Rae wasn't having a terrific morning. No matter! With a sudden chill on the wind, as was common for the fall in Massachusetts, Nadya decided to let it go and give Rachel some time to come to her with her problems if she wanted to talk (not knowing that this time, Nadya was sort of the problem...). She felt a tug... a pull that was guiding her towards something... something she wanted badly... a craving... Without another thought she was off to see her date for the dance. [Austin] "Sweetie!" Austin's mother called as he skipped down the stairs. "Don't forget your lunch, I left it by your pack!" He hopped the last few steps and snatched up his pack (and lunch) and headed for the door. He was already running a bit behind, and with all haste pulled open the door to his home and stopped dead in his tracks. Yokiko stood on his doorstep, hand raised in a fist about to rap her knuckles on his door. Awkwardly they both stood there for a moment, each equally surprised by the arrival of the other. "Uh," Yokiko sheepishly begun her explanation. "I was passing by, I thought maybe you would like to walk... together?" [Fisher] Fisher had already showered and made his breakfast and gotten himself well on his way to school, as he did most every day. His dad was a decent guy, just, not much of a doer these days, or any day in the last sixteen years or so. Depression, anxiety, and a list of social disorders longer than some the words used describe them were all them had seemed to become. He was still asleep when Fisher scrambled out the back door of their home, meeting Darcy out back with an offering that may have gotten the Aztecs to reconsider what they accept to fuel their Legend: cherry Pop Tarts. "Ughmuhgawd," she mumbled as she stuffed her face. "Shoguud. Are you trying to bribe me, Fisher? Cuz seriously, I made a promise to myself, I'm not putting out until prom." Fisher flushed and looked all kinds of awkward. Actually looked every kind awkward all at once, if awkward had every been categorized. She bumped him in his hip with hers. "Dude, I'm kidding, you've known me since we were like, ten. How can you still possibly be weird around me?" she laughed. Like most teenage women she was as clueless to Fisher having a crush on her as Fisher was about how to approach having a crush on her... it makes sense if you read it slow. "Thanks for feeding me. Dad was still drunk from last night and deiced to wring me through the judgmental 'not good enough, never amount to anything, oh and you're fat' wringer, so I bailed as quick as I could." [Laurie] "Young Miss, I do not believe it would be in here," James, Laurie's valet said from the doorway as the young billionaire rummaged around in the closet of one of several guest bedrooms of her 'modest estate' within Salem. "In fact, I must go as far as to say it is an absolute impossibility." The lovely blonde poked her head out from behind the cover of the open closet doors. "Why would you say that, James?" "Because, Young Miss," he casually pulled the edges of his waistcoat. "You've never been in this room."
  7. Rachel Cooper

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    A hundred things...no, a thousand things went through her mind as she and her dad locked eyes. She could throw a tantrum, hurt both of them so bad emotionally that she would leave them bawling in each others arms. But no that wasn't right and it was petty. Bob was right and she was afraid it would only get worse. The ichor flowing through her veins drove her in ways she couldn't explain, at time bringing out the best in her, but at others filling her with those qualities she found abhorrent in others. She didn't want to be like the other band. This was the wake up call. "Clear, dad." she said her shoulders sinking. "I'll come home after the game. I'm sorry I'll try to do better." An hour later Rachel was pulling into the student parking. She got out and threw her backpack across one shoulder, at least they didn't take my car away. Yet. She looked around and saw billy , her heart fluttered and dropped, this was gonna suck. She started walking that way and noticed that Billy was standing with Darcy. Rachel frowned, what is up with those two. "Hey Billy, we need to talk." She called out and waved at him as she crossed the lot.
  8. Modern Mythology Special Episode: "The Dance!" ...with the 'death' of Spear-Finger the Scions of Salem high, as well as the mortal students, found themselves face to face with one of the greatest challenges so far this semester: the Homecoming Dance. As far as social functions went it was the first dance of the year and the event that would make or break a social standing for a student for the remainder of the year. Facing evil, mutated spirits and mythological monster of yore was cake compared to *gulp* the derision of one's high school peers. It was a week preparation, at least, and unfortunately the Scions of Salem had spent all their time searching and rescuing children and battling evil Native American spirits and cleaning harpies from the surrounding forest near the lake. Needless to say, they were behind the bell curve on preparedness. It's not to say they weren't doing noble work, they certainly were, but the longer they balanced their natural life with that of the supernatural... the harder it seemed to be. Not to mention the other Scions in Salem were not making it any easier on them... some more than others... "Absolutely not." Robert glared at Micheal as his spoon clinked into his bowl of cereal. "Were it not for a good word from the Sheriff she'd spend the rest of the school year grounded." Rachel sat across from her, 48-hours and counting, still angry, father. Her father, Micheal, who stood behind the island in their kitchen trying to sip his coffee while still debating on Rachel's behalf. "Bob, everyone saw it, she didn't throw the first punch. She was defending herself." "I don't care," she retorted. "I know, I saw the video too! In fact, thanks to our daughter's 'friends' everyone in the world has seen our daughter get into a brawl in a coffee shop. You know who's also seen it? College athletic programs. What creditable school is going to let our daughter attend there after they've seen that? I'm a police officer and you're a lawyer, Michael. People think we have no control over our daughter anymore. Fighting. Bullying at school, breaking property... no. No. I'm done rewarding this sort of behavior. She's not going. After the game tonight," he pointed at Rachel with his spoon. Sure it wasn't very intimidating, but dads just had a way of being intimidating no patter what, and Rachel had two of them! "You butt will be back in this house and up in your room. You understand me, young lady?" Rachel pursed her lips, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Rachel Vivienne," Father Bob snapped at her, using her full name so she knew he was pissed. She hadn't heard that from him since she was eleven. "Don't roll your eyes, did you hear what I said? Home. After game. Am. I. Clear?"
  9. Dave ST

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Fisher stumbled out from the fray into the waiting arms of Darci and they both fell to the ground. "Nice try hero," she grunted, pushing him off of her. "What is it with you guys!? You're the worst example of human behavior. I swear if I get fired..." Bridgette threw a another after Rachel's peace offering. Laurie winced as she was right in the line of fire. "How, bout' no!" Eric hooked his arm in Bridgette's and pulled her back. She flew back with a stumble into her waiting Band mates who grabbed her arms. Eric looked at her sternly. "That's enough! Stand down Bridgette." "After I tear her fucking head off!" The Loan woman hissed, a cross between blood lust and pleasure easily visible in her expression. Eric was upon her, mere inches from her face, cupping her chin tightly to force her to look at him. Softer and quieter he repeated himself. "I said, enough." She calmed as the sheer intimidation of Eric's iron grip threatened to hand her her jaw if she didn't obey. Her Band mates let go of her and she raised her arms to signify it was done, and over.
  10. Fisher Capra

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Oh, now you're worried about someone getting hurt?" Fisher snapped as he got up and brushed himself off. Rachel had just enough time to glare before Fisher made a long-suffering and displeased sigh. "We are going to need to have another talk." Rachel glared harder. Fisher was patently unmoved.
  11. Rachel Cooper

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    The rage of being attaked was gone replaced by the unadulterated thrill and joy of combat! It hade become a contest and Rachel thrived in contests one woman against another who would best the other. Forgotten were the reasons all that mattered was battle. Then Laurie stepped in front of her pleading and Rachel stopped in mid swing her fist inches from Lauries head. Bridgette stopped too, they looked around at the mess . "That was stupid you could have been hurt." she said to Laurie as she gently put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her out of the way. She stepped closer to Bridgette who stood ready, "Your tougher than you look," Rachel extended her hand, "let's call this one a draw."
  12. Laurie Brightman

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Things had been going so well. They'd worked with Eric's band to save innocent children from certain death, and in the process she'd managed to spend time one-on-one with their leader. Sure, there'd been some minor drama, but it was nothing extraordinary. Marius had made an unnervingly pleasant appearance, they'd enjoyed coffee and fresh muffins, and the sandwiches she'd ordered for everyone as part of their celebratory feast had just arrived. And then, in the span of a few moments, everything dissolved into anarchy and angst. Shocked by the sudden outbreak of violence, for a moment Laurie could do nothing more than stare. Nadya and Beth were right there, at least. They could intervene and prevent the fight from spreading, keep someone from getting hurt or - But, no. They were too busy laughing, actually laughing, and when Nadya had the nerve to actually stop two of the other Scions from ending the fight, Laurie had seen enough. These were the ones charged with protecting the world, making it a better place? People who were more interested in cheap thrills than doing the right thing? As she pushed her chair back, the petite blonde could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the sting of tears blurring her vision; she fought hard to keep her mounting frustration at bay, moving through the confused patrons with purpose and conviction. She didn't dodge, bend, sway, or weave through the crowd, staying focused on the two young women fighting. That she managed to actually make it to the pool table without getting flattened was something of a minor miracle, but she was so intent on her course that it simply didn't occur to her that the trajectory of a flailing fist or errant elbow might accidentally intersect with the side of her head. Laurie knew she wasn't strong enough to physically haul either Rachel or Bridgette away, but she had to do something. Naturally, the most instinctual course of action was the least logical one. Without waiting for a break in the action that may or may not come, the young violinist jumped in front of Rachel, hands in front of her chest as if bracing for an inevitable impact. "Rachel, stop!" she shouted above the chaos, fighting to keep her voice from breaking as she pleaded with the furious Aesir. "Please, just stop!"
  13. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Some of Rachel's and Bridgette's respective Bands may have been moving to break up the brawl, but Nadya wasn't one of them. Rae-Rae really should have seen that sucker punch coming, but she giving at least as good as she got now. Laughing, Nadya had the same idea as Beth, whipping out her phone and hopping up on the edge of the pool table to get a different angle of the fight. "Rae-Rae likes me just fine, Bri!" It was awesome that Rae-Rae was expressing herself so much nowadays... as long as she wasn't expressing all over Nadya. "And you think you can have enough friends!" "But I bet we can get this to go viral, with the right music track," Nadya giggled back, which turned into a snort as Fisher tried to intervene and neither of the girls were having it. She smirked at Austin hesitated at following Fisher's example. Aaron and D.J. were coming around the other side of the pool table to intervene on Bridgette's behalf and Nadya couldn't have that - a bloody nose wasn't nearly enough for Bridgette and through the angry face, Nadya was sure Rae-Rae was actually having fun. Nadya shuffled along the edge of the pool table and when Rachel and Bridgette slammed into it again, she exaggerated her stumble, 'falling' into Aaron and D.J., tangling them up with the pool cue and her body and 'accidentally' jabbing one of them with an elbow, not softly. Her other hand kept her phone aimed at the action. Priorities, right? "Whoops! Sorry boys!" Nadya apologized insincerely. "I'm so clumsy."
  14. Fisher Capra

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Fisher though, had been glowering to himself over Darcy's overreaction - it had to be - had even when she came back, they found themselves sitting in an awkward silence. Then Rachel and Bridgette got into fight. Couldn't Rachel bloody control herself? So yes, unlike Austin, Fisher got up and began moving in to intervene. Really, he'd already suffered and survived a broken neck, plus Donner. In that break where Bridgette stumbled back from Rachel's headbutt, Izanami's boy planted himself between the two brawler. "Ok, knock it-" He was cut off by Brigette's sudden haymaker. And then Rachel shoved him out of the way.
  15. Austin Lange

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Austin quickly moved towards the fight, his reply to Yokiko, and more than a couple questions would be held until later. For now he had to stop a friend from being party to tearing up one of the main local hangouts. He waited to see the outcome of that vicious headbutt, or a moment where Rachel released Bridgette, so he could try to get her away from her. He knew better than to get in the midst of the two of them, he wasn't really made to take that much abuse. He could see others moving, mostly to get a better vantage point of the fight, but this could only go so long before the cops showed.
  16. Dave ST

    OOC: MM: XP Award Thread

    Episode 3: "Homecoming" Basic Award: 4 points Role Playing Bonus: 2 Heroics: 2 Story Award: 3 Total- Nadya: 15 Rachel: 15 Austin: 15 Grace: 15 Fisher: 15 Laurie: 15 Beth: 15 Critique: I admit, I totally forgot where all the XP bonuses were supposed to go and to who they were supposed to go to so I just gave them to everyone... Special Episode: 'The Dance!' is coming soon!
  17. Beth

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth quickly two-stepped back to give the brawl some breathing space, and herself a bit of room to get her phone out and start recording. "Oh shit," she giggled, "We coulda sold tickets. Opportunity lost." That aside, Beth WAS keeping an eye on the fight itself though. If Rachel started having trouble, she'd have her back.
  18. Rachel Cooper

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Bridgette twisted away, rotating her back toward Rachel slamming her elbow into Rachel's chest, following that blow with her knee into the blond's stomach. Rachel staggered back her breath exploding from her lungs she looked up just in time to see Bridgette's right fist coming at her face again. That fist never got there as Rachel caught it in her vice like grip just as she caught the left the swamp girls threw with a snarl. Holding both of Bridgette's fists spreading her arms wide, Rachel stood to her full height and pulled Bridgette toward her at the same time rocketing her head forward and with a resounding crack, headbutted the witch in the face!
  19. Dave ST

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Bridgette was deadpan or a moment, glaring at Rachel the way two predators do before they both battle to claim the same meal. Then she smiled. "You second stringers are so cute, thinking you're all hot shit when..." Laughing like she appreciated the joke, she turned around and took two steps away from Rachel. "You ain't." She should have seen it. Gods-be-damned, she should have seen it coming... but when Bridgette spun on her heel and slammed that surprise right hook into Rachel's eye Nadia's own eyes flared wide with an immediate 'oh shit' declaration that shit had officially just gotten real. "Say it again, bitch! Talk that shit some more!" Bridgette demanded, slamming another fist into Rachel's face. Rachel took the hits with a cock of her head and flared with a grimace of rage. Her own fists balled up and Bridgette was on the receiving end of the same right hook followed by a slam to the gut that followed her side of the Voodoo Princess's head being slammed onto the surface of the table (very hard). Thankfully, neither of the girls applied their full, gods-given strength. No, they were handling it like mortal teenage girls with serious social issues... and when you've been chosen to save the World from supernatural monsters and complete your Trig homework... it was hard not to have issues. Social or otherwise. This was not a hair pulling, slap fight one might expect posted on a website. Fists were balled and faces were slammed into the pool table... absolute anarchy broke out as The Drip was now home to one of the best MMA brawls in Salem history. Yokiko turned her head to see what was happening just as Austin had learned her Band was somehow connected to Marius. He cursed Rachel and her ability to find a fight literally anywhere she looked. Was that her divine gift? Divine Shit Starter? "Tawagoto..." Yokiko grumbled under her breath and swiftly dashed from her chair towards the fight that was happening. Eric's Band and Rachel's Band all saw what was happening and quickly moved to break up the fight...
  20. Rachel Cooper

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Nadia watched Rae-Rae for a second then went ahead and flipped the coin "Tails." Before the word even finished Rachel's hand shot out and caught the coin in her fist, with a step she invaded Bridgette's personal space. "Or something. Your conversation is getting loud and doesn't need to be heard by the mortals, so lower your voice. As for walking over here to sniff your ass," she tosses the now bent in half coin onto the felt, "I didn't have too, everyone can already smell your swampy butt from across the room. Didn't anyone teach you how to shower in Louisiana?"
  21. Dave ST

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Bridgette smirked and shook her head. "What? You the Drip police or something? We're having a conversation, that okay with you, or do we have to clear it with you first?" She shook her head and motioned for Nadia to go ahead and flip. "Wow, Nadia... no wonder no one likes you... can't have a conversation without Asgard's little watch dog runnin' up to sniff my ass." Yokiko smiled and chuckled to herself. "'A token of appreciation for services rendered'? And people say I talk funny. Do you always overstate the obvious? Why would you not want me to have fun? You could have just said Marius dropped off coupons for Evelynn's Boutique for you and your Band, I saw him speaking with all of you. Sometimes simplicity is the best approach."
  22. Austin Lange

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "It's not a bad way to view things, having concern for the Future. It's very mature actually, and respectable. I like that personally, but I do understand the desire the others have to live in the now, and be as rowdy as they are. It's life-affirming in a way. Meeting a big challenge, winning and walking away from it no worse for it. It's like that for most people, now add the fact that we face monsters from myth and legend, and put our own lives on the line, The rowdiness is even more a celebration of victory and survival." He felt abit silly explaining things like that, but it was how he saw it. "I wouldn't worry overmuch about it, though I do think it is important to celebrate victories in your own way. Let me offer this though. There is only one Now, but there are many possible futures. Isn't it better to enjoy the Now sometimes to give you reason to keep planning for the future you want?" Austin smiled, and sipped his drink. "I was recently offered a token of appreciation for services rendered. I was thinking, that since I asked you out of the blue to the dance, the least I could do was use it to help make the night special for the both of us. Would you be open to that? It's something I want to do, because I do actually care if you have fun there."
  23. Rachel Cooper

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Rachel was lost in the moment this was the first time she had ever really been on a romantic date (wait when did this become a date?) with a boy, and to think it was with the boy who she had hated all her life and who now she found herself having feelings for. But moments pass. Voices from the other side of the cafe, probably lost in the din of other voices and the music and what have you , but clear to her, brought her back to the here and now. She took in the scene at the pool table with a glance then separated herself from Billy with a quick kiss on the cheek. "I gotta go see about something. Why don't you grab our shakes and find us a table where we can be alone." Then she gave him another quick kiss and sauntered over to the pool table coming up behind Nadya eyeballing Bridgette. "Hey Nadya, everything alright over here? You guys are getting kinda loud."
  24. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Yes, we get it!" Nadya countered in exasperation as she moved around the table, now making no pretense as she sunk solid after solid with sure, precise strokes. "You're the big bad, voodoo mama from Nawlins, who'll put the hoodoo on us before you put us in the grave. We have dutifully pissed our panties." Nadya sunk the 8-ball with a hard shot, rolling it against the far edge to sink into the far right pocket. "And I wasn't cheating. I was hustling. You'd know that... if you were a thief. But if you need to play that way to have a chance to win, sure, I'll match you, Bri-bri." Nadya fished the balls from the pockets and racked them, humming a little ditty. Let Bridgette think what she wants. She'd faced zombies and the Spearfinger, and Coach Fingers' gym class. If the small thefts and scams were all Bridgette thought her capable of, all that she'd done, let her. What she didn't know could bite her in the ass. "Being a sassy 'sassin is all fine and dandy, but killing shit doesn't always get you what you want. Sometimes is just nets you a corpse at your feet and mud on your shoes, instead of the thing you actually wanted or needed. And if the six of you were really enough, we... " Nadya waggled the pool cue, indicating herself, Beth, and by association, the rest of their band. "... we wouldn't be needed, would we. Yet, here we are." Nadya pulled a coin from her pocket and rolled it over the backs of her knuckles. "Flip for who breaks?"
  25. Dave ST

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "You're adorable," Bridgette smirked when Nadya attempted to be snarky with her. "You know what the difference is between you and me, girl?" She moved around the table, eyeing up the possible shots and calculating Beth's chances for winning. With every step her cue tapped the ground and the eyes of the skulls seemed to shimmer in hungry delight at the prospect that they might taste a fresh soul. "You're petty." She said plainly. "Picking pockets, selling test answers, bootlegging movies. It's cute to you to try and be devious and shady. Sure you'll throw down, but your heart is all filled with that pettiness... you wanna be the thief, not the assassin. Thief's are quirky and fun, and do no real harm... me? I'm the assassin. When I throw down, Moon-Baby I throw down to kill. I would beat you to death without thinking twice about it and leave your broken corpse in the fields under the moon where mommy could find it... and I wouldn't even loose sleep. You're weak, Nadya. That's why you and your band take in all the strays." Beth certainly noticed the gesture that was made in her direction when Bridgette mentioned the last part. "We only need the six we have. What are you guys on now? Twelve? You're like the Divine Special Ed class down here." Her smirk was down right devious. "I'll take the next game," she said simply. "Hell, if you're gonna cheat, I might as well too." "We," she paused, searching for the right words. "Have our own victories. As well, we are celebrating Donnie the other's victory over the fiend that was brought low earlier this evening." She read his expression, sipping her tea as she, again, searched for the right words. "Your concern lies with why I am away from them, instead reveling alongside them? Their, how do you American's say it... 'rowdiness'? It is a bit too loud and exciting to me. I prefer my space and silent contemplation." She looked to him, her glare examined every bit of the young man sitting beside her like a predator sizing up a meal or a tactician reading to crush an invader. Every thing she said and did was a calculated move backed by years of discipline and doctrine. "I have, despite my time here in the states, not yet grown accustomed to the way American teenagers are so carefree and unburdened by worry or concern for their future. My Band lives in the now, my mind is always on the ripple we have sent out to our enemies that will soon grow to waves in the waters of our eternal conflict."
  26. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Don't call me that!" Nadya snapped at the Cajun Bitch - well, she supposed Brigitte really was an actual daughter of the Loa. Still, she might have to put up with the nick name from Fingers, but she'd be damned taking it from her. Distracted by her dark mirror, Nadya's last shot sunk the 6 ball with a sure economy of motion and precision she had been trying to hide behind luck and happenstance a moment before. "Yeah, we had a hard night of rucking, Bri-git." Nadya but a stank on the godblood's name that suggested a blond, vapid valley girl rather than a distillation of Nawlins. "Surprised you missed out." Moving around the table to line up her next shot, Nadya gave Brigitte a casual appraisal, silver-grey eyes flicking over the fifty sitting on the edge of the table with instinctive greed. Want deepened, mixing with embarrassment as her eyes slipped over the fancy pool cue, then down to the battered, public cue in her hand. Too many skulls there, and in her fashion sense, but that pool cue sure was sexy. "Her?" Nadya gave Beth a light slap on the ass with the end of the pool cue, leaving a smudge of blue chalk. "This is Beth. She joined in the fun tonight, so I decided to help out and show her how to play an actually fun math game." There might have been a lot of math in pool, force, english, angles of incidents, but there was a realm of difference in recognizing it, and putting it in action. Nadya nodded at the fifty as she sunk another ball, how own challenging smirk gracing her lips. "Next game is yours, if you want it, Bri. You can even your own cue, if you think it'll help you win."
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