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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 9, 2016 20:11:04 GMT -5
 they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he'd just recovered from her nasty ass sunburn, like... yesterday, so Farrah took the twilight to go in search of food. The food that, much to her ever-growing dismay, was heading north just as she'd suspected. She'd had to nap in the wide freaking open just to find them, that's how long she had to walk. She was just lucky that night lasted so long here, or she would've ended up hunting in the blazing sun again, getting a second nasty burn, and then probably dying. Alright, maybe that last bit wasn't all that likely.. But she still wasn't going back out in the sun if she could help it. At any rate, it took at least six hours to find anything edible, another one to figure out how she was going to kill the thing, and seven or eight to haul it back to her camp. The only way all of that was even possible was because PE's moons gave off a decent amount of light, especially during this hellish summer. Even with that, though, Farrah wasn't going to set up a fire that far from home. With the animals that distance away and the eerie sounds she heard in transit, she wasn't staying out any longer than absolutely necessary. She... saw her camp much earlier than she should have, she realized. Narrowing her eyes, Farrah picked up the pace. She saw it because the fire was lit, which it one hundred percent had not been when she left. That meant someone had been on her turf... Or still was. Fuming and with renewed vigor, she made it back much more quickly than she thought possible. The down-side of her kill was going to be wrecked, but it would be worth it if it meant keeping her home to herself. God damnit she knew she should've moved after that girl had happened across her! Stopping at the forest's edge, Farrah laid down her dinner and crept forward. Silence was her forte, but it was dark and she could barely see where she stepped. By the time she reached the small clearing, no one was there. A healthy fire licked toward the sky, setting off tiny sparks that she prayed wouldn't set the forest ablaze. The second worst thing that could happen, after losing her camp, would be burning down all of Nemus. What had this person been thinking? Light a fire and run off? Real smart, she scorned, shaking her head and turning to go back for her food. But... Why would someone do that? It wasn't easy getting a decent fire going, so why start one just to walk away? No - whoever had lit it was likely still here; the goosebumps on her arms despite the blistering heat told her as much. "Why are you here," she called, more a demand than a question. She remained perfectly still, not wanting to miss any sound the intruder might make. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Dec 9, 2016 22:01:57 GMT -5
 Run Along Now Annoying Little Girl… As soon as he had landed, he escaped the carrier and some random girl that seemed fixated on talking to him about how excited she was, without a backwards glance. Flinging his sack over his shoulder, he marched off into the land. Behind him he could hear the mutters of others, their exclamations and bickering already starting over the fact that majority of their luggage was missing. Some Watcher hollered out to his diminishing form, calling out something about joining his assigned group. How could people be so organized and yet so unorganized at the same time? The calls soon drifted with a grunt before the dark haired watcher turned away to face a growing cluster fuck of people.
The first thing he had noted on his journey along the land was the heat. The dry, crackle of Sol seemed to beat down on him. Breathing was like inhaling over an open fire, the air almost scorching against his face before he grabbed his spare shirt and wrapped it around his in a tunic like style. It did little, but at least helped protect away from the glaring light in the sky. When he was far enough away from the rattle of humans behind him, his hands moved quick. Placement of his blade on it’s sheath was removed from his bag, strapping it against a harness on his upper leg. As if memorized, his hands moved swiftly – marking his swiss blade in his boot inside his sock, and checking everything else. Eyes never moving from the terrain around him as he did so.
Then he walked. Marching forward at a steady pace towards the only thing that he recognized, mountains. The drying ground seeming to crunch and dust beneath each step. Not a site or sound around him except for his own movements, which were pretty much minimal as he had long learned a heavy foot could be a death sentence.
By the time twilight came, he had made it into the forest, and deeper yet came across a clearing. A pre-made camp set in the clearing, and Logan hailed back still. His finger tips silently moving any branches out of the way, as he kept his eye around the area. Only a fool would leave their camp completely unprotected, either that or the guy who built it had already long gone. After deeming the area completely clear, the nomad wandered into the clearing and towards the firepit, his hand hovering over the burnt out coals before pressing down. No Heat. So whomever was here, was long gone.
Thanks fucking hell. Not having to set up camp? Saved him a grand of a time. He was exhausted. Not having sat down in..who knew how long. His internal clock was all out of wack, it being such long days and evenings here. It took about an hour to get the fire actually going, but he knew to keep it below two feet so that the embers had no chance – hopefully – of catching the above tinders. What ever guy set up this camp did a pretty decent job, he had to give him that much. The clearing was pretty much perfect and eerily still.
So when he noted the slight scruff of twigs, he instantly removed himself from the situation. His footwork able to be more silent due to the light of the fire, as he made way towards the edge of the clearing, opposite of the intruder. His body seemed to melt against the back of a large tree trunk, his face turned ever so slightly so he could watch the guy emerge, before a very non-masculine voice called out. A Girl? Out here? Well it was possible. He supposed he’d just have to send her off. And by the strength in her tone he doubted she was a fancy girl at that. Probably one of those girls that always seemed to say they were tough, they were a mans girl, while begging someone else to light the fire. Either way, it was simply a girl.
Almost barking out a laugh, but catching himself last minute, his body relaxed as he wandered out of the shadows with quick ease. The tenseness melting away, and the man seemed to stroll without a hint of stress to him. Taking his jacket off his back he tossed it onto a tree branch, as if to make himself at home before squatting before the fire and placing his hands out to the flickering flames. His eyes note even glancing towards where the voice came from, as if on purpose to not give her the satisfaction. He knew where she was, and she knew where he was. In a clear, smooth voice, mimicked with an amusing glint he spoke:
”Why, I’m enjoying my new home of course He paused for just a moment, and then added as if on afterthought: " Are you lost, little girl?”. TAG: None | WORDS: Lots| NOTES: Hi MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 10, 2016 0:18:52 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed ven though she knew he was there, actually seeing the man caused her spine to lock up. Tension coated her features in the dim light, not because she was afraid of him (L. O. L.) but so she was ready to attack the moment he approached. She shifted ever so slightly so the blade strapped to her forearm wouldn't be visible from where he now squatted (like he owned the damn place! Like she hadn't put the effort in to make this alcove habitable!) by the fire, and for a moment she remained still. So.. he wasn't coming over here. That meant she couldn't hold the knife to his throat and tell him to fuck off to whatever holier than thou complex he'd popped out of. Damn. Very slowly, Farrah turned to face off with Captain Fuckstick. God was she irritated - you don't just squat in someone else's camp, bro. Roughin' it 101. Her shoulders pulled down, popping the tension out of her lower neck as she considered what to do next. She could throw the knife in a very convenient location - like at that ground directly beneath his balls. But then he'd have the weapon, which wasn't a very smart move. Sure, she could grapple too, but why punch when you could stab? Waste of perfectly good energy. She almost - almost - clipped out a laugh at the "little girl" comment. Now she wanted to tear his throat out even more, which was saying something. She thought she'd already topped her reason-to-maim chart; she'd been wrong. Still, reacting wasn't the best choice here. She'd run with the assholes back on Earth - she could handle this one, even if she was out of practice and would nearly rather stab herself than not stab him. With careful purpose, Farrah stepped around the fire to land precisely three-quarters of a leg's length to the man's left. "I think I might be..," she said, adding in a layer of pathetic to keep up the apparent image he'd already concocted of her. It would be such sweet victory to prove him wrong. For a few beats, she just stood there, gazing at the dancing flames. Her dinner was out there, at the edge of the woods, maybe being stolen by another creature, if not another CF (please for the love of god don't tell her there's more than one of him). She needed to hurry this along. "I was, uh.. Just wondering..," she began, tone again innocent. And then her weight shifted to her right leg and she was twisting, spinning her left leg around to land her heel solidly in his ribs, just below the armpit. She really wanted to kick him in the head, but the force of it probably would've snapped his neck rather than knock him over, and she didn't want him dead very much, he just needed to be taught a lesson. The moment he toppled and Farrah's legs were squarely on the ground, she growled, "...In what FUCKING universe you think it's okay to just STEAL SOMEONE ELSE'S CAMPSITE!!" That probably would've sufficed. But Farrah was just a teensy bit beyond pissed, and it had been a loooong while since she last got into it with somebody. So she sprung down on top of him and unsheathed her blade to press to his throat, tight enough that if he spoke he'd probably get nicked. "Do I make myself clear, little boy? Or do I need to spell it out for you," she hissed, eyes narrowing, pressing down a hair harder during the second half. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Dec 10, 2016 19:49:24 GMT -5
Run Along Now Annoying Little Girl… She finally appeared, the tension emanating from her evident before she finally pathetically spoke. It was a tad odd though. Her tone of voice seemed different from the hardened look in her eyes as she spoke ”I think I might be” before staring into the fire for an awkward beat or two before bumbling out some more words in a tone drenched with innocence.
Was she absolutely mad?!
It was the only conclusion he could gather over her attitudes. One moment she was demanding he explain himself as to why he was there, the next she was bumbling about like any normal lost girl. Perhaps split personality? Or perhaps she was just delusional and had gone on an extravagant wander. After all, what other scenario would there be? He doubted many people were this far away from camp.
Yet before he could raise his eyes to study her further, and before he could finish his thought process pain seared into his ribcage, causing him to tumble from his comfy squatting position. If there was one thing he learned right then, it was a squat was not very balance efficient against a side attack. Instantly his breath was knocked out of his chest for a brief moment, his hand moving quickly with instinct to wrap around his best friend and stealthily retrieving the blade, just as he found himself on his back.
Paper slicing sharpness, her blade was tight against the skin on his throat causing his chin to automatically tilt upwards. And she was yelling in his face. Guess that whole innocent part of her personality went back into hiding. So she was absolutely bonkers. At least he got one fucking thing right. Pure adrenaline caused his heart to race, but he relaxed his breathing immediately to short shallow intakes to prevent the movement on his throat. The mere fact he wasn’t dead, showed she didn’t want him that way. Well. This situation was definitely unexpected. Which was rare. Props to this wonderfully insane broad.
little boy..
Anyone else would be terrified at that moment. Perhaps try to get out of it, which would be foolish on their part. Instead Logan just relaxed all his features, pure amusement at her little words sparking, the adrenaline masked into a lopsided smirk as he looked up at her. His silver like eye finally looked up to see her face for the first time and seemed to twinkle with amusement just as his own blade, which he had released during the tumble, was made apparent. The tip of the blade was pressed slightly more into her abdomen from where it rested. The sharpness cutting into the cloth of her shirt just enough so that she would be made aware of it. A gut wound? A throat wound?
One thing he knew, as he was not dense, the only reason he would leave his camp would be to get dinner – Or explore, but exploring would lead normally to a camp move. ”Well then…I’m starved! I sure hope you didn’t leave our dinner out there.." He paused a moment to broaden his smirk,"I think I hear a rustling prowler.” His words were quiet, almost made with a hoarse but taunting tone, yet the movement caused her blade to scratch over his skin just enough that a maroon strip became present underneath it’s placement.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 11, 2016 0:46:05 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed t took a large amount of Farrah's dwindling self control not to lean into her blade when CF had the nerve to look at her as if this were just another walk in the park with a chick straddling him. Like he was in total control of the situation, when he wasn't at all. The prick at her stomach came as more of a surprise than she would have liked to admit, but beyond the narrowing of her eyes she managed to not react. She sucked her stomach in and arched her spine so the metal was no longer kissing skin, but she felt the warm sting of blood beading where it had been. She wanted to punch him in the face for that, and when she found out later that he'd torn the only tank top she had on this dreadful planet, she'd be pissed that she didn't. If only she had her revolver on her, rather than strapped to a tree at the other side of the clearing. It only had fifteen bullets, but using one on this asshole wouldn't exactly be a waste. God, how she wished her jars were here. A little Giant Hogweed sap to the eyes would end this pissing contest right quick, and then she could retrieve her dinner and eat in peace. Or at least, what peace could be had with a man writhing on the ground screaming that he couldn't see. The thought brought her way too much joy. She opened her mouth to say something - probably fuck off now - but snapped it shut a moment later when the chodestick figured out she had food and didn't just ask for some ( nooooo that would've been way too easy) but demanded it, like she was some sad excuse for a housewife. Immediately she stood, being precisely zero percent careful with the removal of her knife and silently hoping it slit his throat. "I think I hear a self-entitled asshole acting like he owns the place," she retorted coldly, kicking at the hand holding his knife. "Might want to lock that shit down before someone less forgiving than me decides you're not worth the trouble," she advised, turning away from him to start back the way she came. She knew he'd been completely full of shit when he said he heard a prowler (because people had names for the things out there, and that definitely wasn't one of them. Noob.), but she was damn hungry. Just at the other side of the fire, Farrah cast a glance over her shoulder. "If you're not gone by the time I get back, I swear to god I'll stab you," she warned, absolutely serious. She didn't fuck around with people traipsing along her stomping grounds; this was her turf, and he could either respect that or GTFO. Sheathing her blade, she meandered back to her kill, silently fuming and concocting a plan for how to handle the douche canoe when he hadn't budged an inch upon her return. Because he'd totally be there - he was already completely ruining her night, why change now? [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Dec 11, 2016 2:38:36 GMT -5
Run Along Now Annoying Little Girl… The slight sting as she removed the blade didn’t even phase him, he simply pulled up onto his elbows as she rattled off some nonsense about how it wasn’t his place or something. Who knows. He stopped listening a few words in. For all he knew she could be talking to some other personality of hers. So far we got Screaming Bitch. Innocent Ditz. And now…Muttering Suzie? Oh wait – Her words rang out over her shoulder as she sheathed her blade and walked into the distance: ‘I swear to god i’ll stab you’ - No No. Not Muttering Suzie. Psychotic Suzie. Yes! That is a brilliant name for her third personality. Perhaps he would start to make a list so that he could keep track of it. Curious as to which girl would return from the forest. He was sort of starting to hope for Innocent Ditz but..He highly doubted it.
What was up with this girl? Logan swiftly moved onto his feet, stretching his arms high above his head moments after sheathing his own friend and then turning. Less than a full Earth day cycle, and he’d met the craziest person in all of PE. Figures. After trekking through desert like conditions, there was no way in hell he was moving to saunter around the woods even more. So instead, he did like any normal person would in the face of a maniac with a blade, he tied up his hammock. Something that took next to no time, seeing how he’d done it over a thousand times. Hell, he could probably do it in his sleep.
He could hear the returning steps of her, just as his frame was lowered onto the ground against the tree trunk. Both feet were solidly planted into the ground, a relaxed arm resting across his knee. Logan grabbed a large stick, and began to poke into the bottom of the fire, getting it sparkling a bit higher as it had started to dwindle ever so slightly during their little rouse.
One thing he must note, it was not every day that he was taken by surprise and actually cut. Him. Cut. That is just not something that never happened. And definitely not from some airhead chick who didn’t know the first rule – Open land belonged to none. Territory is based on possession. And he was definitely there when she was not. She’d abandoned it. Not like there was a piece of paper declaring it hers, so he was not trespassing. No, he wouldn’t change his mind and leave. He’d already set up his own digs here. Sure, he’d done it literally two seconds ago but..still. Besides..Where was the amusement in that?
His thoughts went to where he could still feel the sharp pain across his throat, not really pain. More just like something nagging at him. Crazy Woman. And then she walked into the clearing; ”Good Little Girl, Going and fetching dinner like I asked. Try not to burn it too much on my nice fire,” His eyes reflected on the fire, but this time he kept his attention on her, even though his entire demeanor was that of pure relaxation. Even his shoulder muscled seemed loose and yet his stomach ached for a bit of food, and unfortunately he had very little. ”Yes. What a shock, I’m still in my home so, if you are going to try to stab me, can you wait until you are done cooking? I don’t really want you to be incapacitated before then..That’d be quite an inconvenience to me.”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 13, 2016 13:56:27 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed arrah was in no way disillusioned - CF would definitely still be there when she got back. That's why she cut her way through the woods around the edge of the clearing, just far enough from the fire's glow that it was unlikely she'd been seen, and retrieved her gun from its hiding place before going to pick up her dinner. Her skin still prickled with rage, but her lapse from dealing with guys like him wasn't a good enough reason to forget how to handle herself. As a nomad long before PE labeled her as one, she knew when to pick her battles. Stomping grounds or not, she'd left the place alone - albeit to feed herself and it wasn't her fucking fault that it was hotter than balls out and the animals moved so far away - and he'd taken them over. She would have done the same, just... in a much more respectable way. Nothing about this man suggested anything close to "respect". He'd probably been the kid that never had anything and had to watch everyone else get exactly what they wanted, so he'd fought dirty for what he could get. And then he got good at it, so now he flaunted it in everyone's faces. Granted, Farrah had been the exact-..... Same. Pausing just before hauling her dinner onto her shoulders, she peered back into the darkness toward the camp. Maybe she disliked him so much because he was so much like herself. He was one hundred percent the bigger asshole, but the tactics were the same. Cracking her neck, she slung the little wallaby-esque creature over her shoulder and started back, all the while trying to think of all the things that would get her to leave a camp that wan't truly hers. ...She came up with nothing, aside from a physical altercation she knew she would lose. But Dickweed was solid. So was she, but he had the upper hand here and she knew it. A physical brawl was out of the question. She could shoot him and be done with it, but she was against killing someone without damn good reason... What if she could prove the camp actually belonged to her? All of her stuff was stored around the site, which had obviously been there before she got back. Would proving it get him to leave? She thought... Eh, probably not. She might be a little more respectful but that wouldn't get her to leave. ....But insulting her ego might. And he was pretty damn cocky. Plan formulated, she returned to the clearing. He was there, of course. Crouching across the fire from him, Farrah skinned one of her kill's hind legs and got it to cooking, skewering it and resting it in the crutches on either side of the pit so she wouldn't have to sit and roast it by hand. It would take several minutes. While she waited, she stood and strode to the stone covering her personal belongings. Revealing them wasn't the smartest if she wanted to stay here, but with him being the third person to stumble across her, she was packing up once she was fed and well-rested. She needed to head north anyway; the animals were never wrong when it came to the weather. She'd heard him bark at her like that deadbeat husband that never left the recliner and just ordered a new beer every half hour, but she kept quiet despite her temper flaring. He wasn't worth the energy. She was tired, she was hungry; she just needed him to leave so she could take care of both those things. "Alright, look," she said somewhat forcefully, though she tried to keep her voice level. Bending, she pushed the stone out of the way to reveal the depression that held the rest of her clothes, biker boots, and all the toiletries everyone had been given when they landed. "This is my stuff, which has clearly been here since before you got here or I returned. This is my camp, and I don't share." Standing, she kicked the rock back into place. Walking back to the fire to turn the meat, she continued, "And no, I'm not going to cook for you. First and foremost because I'm not your bitch, but also because that's not how this planet works. Obviously you don't know that yet because you just got here," pause to give him a critical once-over, "If you didn't choose a colony, then you're on your own. No one's going to look out for you, no one's going to hunt or cook for you. You have to find your food yourself, through trial and error. But I'm a nice enough person to tell you you've got quite the trek ahead of you - all the animals are heading to the mountains." Her eyes returned to her meal, cooking nicely. The smell made her mouth water. Fiercely, her gaze flicked back to the man a final time, and Farrah cocked her head. "Or do you already know all this and you just can't take the hike? Or can't down prey with just your knife?" She pouted theatrically. "That's okay, you know - not being man enough to handle this place on your own. It happens. Nemus is only a few hours' walk that way," she indicated with a jut of her chin, due south. "I'll even refrain from stabbing you so you don't bleed out before you get there," she finished with an obviously fake smile.  | | ✉ | it's long, and it's shit. long shit. |
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Post by Logan Street on Dec 13, 2016 15:05:13 GMT -5
Run Along Now Annoying Little Girl… Logan continued to poke at the fire as she put the food on, before she began scuffling about. Silver eyes stared into the flames, the tiredness of the travels deepening into his bones. Normally he wouldn’t stay in such conditions. Normally he liked to be alone, and was content with the silence of nothing. But it was not his fault he put up his boots in someone’s deserted camp. Was not his fault she decided to come back hours later. Now he was too tired, he didn’t want to move, inspite of her showing him all her things and what was hers and that she would not share.
He supposed this was a fourth personality. Reasonable Nancy. Her exhaustion was evident, and she was definitely less than pleased with the company but..He really didn’t care. The fire felt nice, was causing him to trance out as she rambled on before she then switched to her fifth personality Condescending Lucy. But as she was speaking, his eyes studied her. He had seen how she easily prepped the food. Had seen how she maneuvered herself. And watched as the pout on her lips was obviously plastered on without much emotion.
So apparently she was going with attacking his ego and manhood? She was actually pretty good at trying to trigger someone’s weakness. So as she suggested he start walking, perhaps back to camp, his eyes lowered as if in defeat and stared squarely back into the fire for a moment before he sighed. Running a hand through his hair before scrapping it across his mouth as he looked at the food. Perhaps eating her food wouldn’t be right, besides he’d gone days without before, it was not new to him. After only a moment hesitation, The nomad stood up, and grabbed his bag from next to him as well as his jacket which he slung over his shoulder. With one last glance he looked at the fire before turning away from it and walking.
To his hammock. Which he promptly flipped into, his feet crossing at the ankles and his arm moving beneath his head for support. ”I’m good.” Was his simple response. His eyes shutting out the area around him in perfect harmony. ”And next time, you can do better than that pout. It was a pretty sad attempt. I’d think you were better than that. ” Despite knowing she was partially crazy, he knew enough about her by then to know that Innocent Ditz was definitely not an actual part of her personalities. And he was sure the only thing she wanted right then, was to be alone. Unfortunately for her, he wasn’t going anywhere – At least until he got a few hours sleep.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 18, 2016 20:53:49 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed er eyes narrowed as the man appeared to actually consider fucking off. She tried not to get her hopes up, because if he was anything like her (which she had already established he was) he wouldn't stop to stare forlornly into the flames before taking his leave. Farrah froze to watch him, though her posture remained easy. She wouldn't jump into action until it was actually proven necessary. ..Which it was, about thirty seconds later. Sighing heavily, the woman dropped her head. She supposed she could settle on being pleased that he'd finally given up the whole I-own-you thing, but this was still her camp and she still wanted to be alone. She was tired, sweaty, hungry. No one needed to be near her right now. Carefully turning the meat one more time, Farrah stood and walked slowly to where the man laid in his hammock. Kicked back and prepared for sleep, he might be able to pass for a normal person - one that wouldn't irritate you to the point of wanting to stab yourself in the ear drums just so you wouldn't have to him make snide remarks at you anymore. Unfortunately for him, she knew much better. As before, she chose not to respond to his words - she had no comeback other than a string of curses. Though she thought, If I was trying to be a convincing actress, you wouldn't even know. Most men didn't. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Farrah gave the man a single shred of credit for sticking to his guns this long. Regardless, however, he wasn't sleeping here. Swiftly unsheathing her knife, she brought the weapon down in a quick arc, severing the converging rope nearest the tree at his head. She could've been less volatile and cut at his feet, but she was really hoping he'd smash his skull off of something. Sheathing it again, she looked down at the bane of her existence. "Leave," she barked, and spun on her heel to return to her food. He'd be able to fix his property with the vines everyone used for rope out here, but he'd at least have to go looking for the stuff first, and she'd conveniently depleted the stores immediately surrounding her camp site. Pleased with herself, Farrah removed the meat from its cradle over the fire and twirled the stick in her hands, letting it cool. Her mouth was watering, and she pointedly kept her eyes on her meal. If all went according to plan (which it would, right? He couldn't possibly be any more annoying than he already was), then the only movement he'd be making would be to pack up his things and actually leave. Willing it to happen, she closed her eyes for a moment of serenity and bit into the savory food. | | ✉ | thanks for being patient while i traversed the country! |
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Post by Logan Street on Dec 18, 2016 22:42:26 GMT -5
Run Along Now Annoying Little Girl… He could hear the softest of footprints, but silent enough that he couldn’t help but give appreciation. It was difficult to walk so quietly along the uneven forest floor, only those that knew what the hell they were doing could do it – And rarely so well. Even then, to keep completely silent when so close was not going to happen. Logan could only imagine the irritation and annoyance his actions had to her. To have even the tiniest of hope squashed. Serves her right! He did nothing but offer to share the fire he spent primping and prepping so she could eat such a nice looking meal – and there she was, beating the shit out of him.
His mind went to the slight ting of where the blade scratched him, not pain really, just an annoyance that made itself known at the thought of it. Like a healing paper cut on your finger tip. He definitely did not deserve to get kicked in the ribs, and then a knife to the throat! Fucking crazy woman. Who does that! Ah. Maybe it would be safer to rest on his own, away from Psychotic Suzie. Obviously Innocent Ditz was just a ruse. And just as he thought about that perhaps it was time to leave, and that he could climb higher in the trees for safety – SNAP. The whisper of a blade flashed behind him, and the taut rope broke cleanly. His arms already near the base of his head, he moved them even more just in time to protect his skull from bashing onto the ground.
Luckily he wasn’t too high up, or that really would have hurt him. Logan quickly rolled over, his head still ringing with the collision with the ground as he stood up. A slight headrush having him blink a few times before he glowered down at Ms. Suzie. That settled it. This bitch was crazy. No reasoning with her at all. Logan made it a point of never getting angry, and never..ever…hitting a woman first. First because, equality and all that. She had taken advantage of his hospitality.Or… whatever not punching her in the jaw was. His eyes scanned the area, before he took a deep breath and grabbed his bag. The hammock was not too big of a deal, he had rope in his bag anyways.
Once he had everything perfectly set, he stood next to her for a moment before, with stealth and quickness as if he was slicing a blade across her throat he pressed a kiss to her cheek and grabbed half her batch simultaneously – “Byebye sweetie” Then headed off before she’d react, walking North towards the mountains as per the way he had headed before he wanted a rest. What a horrible rest stop. Probably the worst rest stop in the existance of Earth and PE ever. Gods above and below, he hoped he never saw her again.
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TAG: Farrah Benz | WORDS: Lots| NOTES: Falling Asleep xP MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 19, 2016 17:12:33 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he looked up at him from the corner of her eye as he stood beside her, wary. She pulled her mouth away from her food, chewing only what was already in her mouth. If he was going to attack her, she'd probably need to hit him with the leg because it would be the closest weapon at hand. It would ruin the meat thereafter, but she could accept that since the rest of the carcass rested behind her, mostly unscathed. The down side was a little torn up, but the deeper meat should still be edible. When he only continued to stare, Farrah looked quickly away and back up. "Creep," she hissed, and went back to her meal. Just as she took a bite, though, he swooped down and kissed her cheek. Nearly choking, she uttered an incomprehensible string of curses and swung at him - but he was already dancing away and... actually leaving? Her lip curled at him, thoroughly disgusted by his very existence. It was only then at she noticed her remaining food dangling from his hand, which nearly had her rushing after him. If she hadn't already made the decision to move north tomorrow anyway, she probably would've taken chase. As it was, she settled for chucking a rock at his back and returning to her meal. Moving would take her closer to the herds that were going the same direction, so she wasn't more than a day or two away from being able to get another kill. Still, he just deprived her of another four or five meals, meaning she'd have to make do with the meat currently in her hands for at least the next.... way too long. Growling, she slowed her bites and stared at the Douche Canoe's receding figure. She'd make do with what she had, but she wouldn't be happy about it. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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